#until today when i had to call him out for burdening me WAY to much when i DID NOT fucking ask to hear from him

[britneyshakespeare]

That manipulative, guilt-tripping, gaslighting and condescending ex-friend I've been subposting about every now and then for several months because his actions and words have made a paranoid wreck out of me, who suddenly stonewalled me three months ago after I set up my very first impersonal boundary with him, and then I just never reached out to him again because I realized what he was trying to do was get me to crawl on my knees and ask HIM for forgiveness for hurting ME... he messaged me today. With a laundry list of excuses and justifications in the form of an "apology" filled with fake compliments and self-pity and words put into my own mouth that I had never said to him.

I let him HAAAAAAVE it motherfucker. Well Mr. Krabs, do you wanna know what I think?

#tales from diana #i almost feel bad for him but i know i shouldnt!!!! hes a lying manipulating ass bullshitting bullshitter!!!!!! #he did this right before i had to leave for my brother's wedding rehearsal. asshole #still thinking even though it's been three months wo acknowledging him. he still thinks i dont have anything to do than attend to his needs #truly. he's a pathetic narcissistic little boy. #this is precisely WHY i knew i NEVER should've talked to him. bc i knew he was gonna be manipulative and guilt-tripping #and he'd MAKE ME SYMPATHIZE WITH HIM!!!!! AGAIN!!!!! I DO FEEL BAD EVEN THOUGH IM STRONG IN MY CONVICTIONS I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO HIM #until today when i had to call him out for burdening me WAY to much when i DID NOT fucking ask to hear from him #let alone with him bringing up all this bullshit ive been trying to move on from #fuck the fuck off!!!!!! fuck all the way off!!!!!!!!!!!! #leave my friends alone too stop dragging them into this #he is way too good at wringing sympathy out of other ppl if ive been self-aware of my problem with him #for at least three months not to mention he used me and manipulated me for MANY MANY MONTHS #EVERY SINGLE DAY HE WOULD NOT LEAVE ME ALONE FOR HOURS EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR MONTHS #and *I* felt bad for *HIM* and bc he made me feel like *I* could never look out for *MYSELF* #for MY OWN NEEDS #GO TO FUCKING HELL DUDE!!!!!!! GO TO HELL #the way im typing these tags is actually not representative at all to what i said to him #but i did assert myself that i was angry and he was approaching me on terms that were good for him not that were good for me #and that he knew i wanted to talk to him on my own time. #i was originally jsut going to tell him sternly but drily that i dont wanna be friends anymore i want to cut ties completely #oh but he made me be MEAN about it. WELL THATS WHAT YOU ASKED FOR!!!!! ITS WHAT YOU BEGGED FOR #go cry about you shitass motherfucker #ive wiped more than enough of your fucking tears for a lifetime. seriously go fuck yourself #(again this is nothing like what i said to him. i didnt even swear. but any truth i tell him is more than he wants to hear) #(to him there'll be no difference) #well :) i have to make peace w that fact... and i blocked him at long last. so. im just gonna have to be the bad guy #ill have to tell my friends about it over the weekend or... sometime i guess #MY BROTHER'S FUCKING WEDDING IS THIS WEEKEND and he does this to me. fuckkkkkk offfffffff. we love your considerate timing bro #i hate him :) i seriously fucking hate him

[welcometomyoasis]

Forever and always | Choi Seungcheol

Synopsis: Despite the fact that death will tear you and Seungcheol apart, you can seek comfort in the fact that you’ll always be each other’s one true love. Forever, and always. Seungcheol x fem! reader | reincarnation au, fluff, comfort | 0.9k words | warnings: mentions of death, petnames (baby and princess), minor nudity (Seungcheol is shirtless) A/n: hbd my angel @brownsugarbaybee <3

“Cheol?” 

“Yes princess?” 

“Do you think we’ll meet again in our next life?” 

“Yes. I have no doubt about it. We’ll always find each other.”

“Forever?”

“Forever. Forever and always.”

₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. 

Shooting up from your position on the bed, you blinked rapidly to try and regain your bearings. Dreams about your past lives were always disorientating. You placed a hand against your chest, trying to soothe the rapid beating of your heart.

“Baby?” Seungcheol called out from beside you, his husky voice still laced with sleep. 

He shifted, turning around to face you. When he saw your panicked expression, he was up, rubbing comforting circles around your back to calm you down. Pressing a kiss onto your temple, he asked softly, “Baby? What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. You whimpered, “I dreamt about the past again.”

Seungcheol nodded in understanding. While you both had been a couple in all of your past lives, you had a harder time than he did when the memories came flooding back to you. He never really had that problem. Afterall, he was always the one who succumbed to the grim reaper first. First it was disease, then it was starvation, a fatal wound, old age, conflict, and then disease again. Most of his memories were full of joyful, loving moments with you. However, in your case, you would bear the burden of having to remember and relive the pain and fear of losing him over and over again. 

Seungcheol pulled you closer until you were lying on his bare chest, “Baby? Princess please, calm down. I’m okay. I’m here. Hear that? It’s my heartbeat. I’m alive. I’m with you.”

You snuggled closer to him, adjusting your head so you could hear his heart beating. It was loud and strong. You inhaled sharply, focusing on the rhythmic beats to let them calm you down. Once you felt better, you let out a shaky breath, turning so you were now leaning with your back against his chest. 

“Feel better yet baby?” 

“Definitely. Thanks Cheol.” You replied shyly, a little ashamed that he always needed to calm you down whenever you woke from a dream about your past lives. 

“Do you want to… maybe talk about it?” 

You could hear that Seungcheol hesitated when he asked that question. You knew that he hated the burden you needed to carry, that he was practically helpless in this situation. He couldn’t do anything but comfort you and let you talk about it. It was the only way he knew how to ease your burden or at least share that burden with you. Yet, he also didn’t want to pressure you into talking about the awful memories. They were traumatic and he never wanted you to force yourself to talk about it just because he asked. 

Fortunately, today’s dream wasn’t that bad. So, you agreed, “Don’t worry about me Cheol. The dreams are always disorientating, but today’s dream was actually pretty sweet.”

“That’s a relief.”

“Yea. In fact, now that I think about it, I really like this dream. We were lying in a cabin, much like this one,” you giggled, gesturing to the space around you. You were both currently in a remote, cozy little cabin that Seungcheol booked for your birthday. He planned a wonderful surprise party, full of your friends and family. Once that was over, he promptly whisked you away, bringing you here so he could have you all to himself for the next 24 hours. 

You smiled at that most recent memory as you looked around, your eyes landing on the flickering embers on the fireplace, “I guess we really like cabins. It’s probably our thing.”

At that, Seungcheol let out a laugh. Turning so you were now facing him, you continued, “Yea. We were talking about being with each other. Throughout the many lives that we will get to live. Forever and always.” 

You flushed, murmuring lovingly, “I don’t think you remember that conversation, but it’s a beautiful sentiment. Don’t you think Cheol? To be someone’s forever. I don’t know, to me, it’s beautiful and comforting to know that you are my forever.”

When he heard you, Seungcheol only had one thought - that you were beautiful. Under the warm glow of the fire, with your eyes glazed over while you reminisced about the conversation you both had in your past life, you looked ethereal. 

Noticing Seungcheol gazing so softly at you, you flushed even further, bringing your hands to cover your face in embarrassment. Seungcheol shook his head. He never could get over how adorable you were. Even now, after being together for so many years (in this life and the last few lives), you were still just as shy as ever. Cooing adoringly at you, Seungcheol slowly brought your hands down. Then, he leaned forward to capture your lips in a soft, passionate kiss. 

Against your lips, Seungcheol muttered, “Forever and always princess. Forever, and always.”

What you said was true, Seungcheol didn’t remember that conversation. But somehow, he knew it did happen. His heart recognised your words, fluttering happily when you uttered the words, forever and always. What forever really entailed, he would never know. All he knew at that moment, was that you were right. He was your forever, and you were his. Seungcheol loved you, and it warmed his heart to know that you both would love each other for eternity, and perhaps even longer than that. 

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[miguelsslvt]

MOTHERR!!

I have a raging NEED for brat reader. Honestly just tiny things that reader thinks nothing of but miggy (miguel) is actually keeping tabs and when reader gets to a certain number or just does something to piss miggy off you get a punishment 🤭

brat tamer! miguel x bratty! reader smut

word count: 2.17k

TW: spanking, punishment, NSFW, smut under cut, possessiveness (???), use of ‘girl’ and ‘pussy’, y/n is a bratty icon

A/N: can u notice i got a bit carried away? happy kinktober!

Miguel wasn’t a pussy. You knew that for sure. He never backed down on anything, whether that be a bet, or a dare, or a fight, or even his girlfriend.

He knew having a girlfriend like you would be a challenge for him, and to be honest, he liked a challenge. being a man of his age, he didn’t do too well with easy girls. Girls who would do anything for Miguel. That gave him the ice, thinking of a girl willingly doing what Miguel wanted. No. He didn’t want that.

He wanted a girl that could bite back. A girl that could tease, and whine, but make it look good. he realised that when he met you.

You, who would go out of your way just to make a snarky comment towards Miguel, you whine when he puts you on a particular mission with a spider totem you didn’t like. You, who would roll your eyes when he told you to bend over, or when you would scoff and even laugh at him after he told you to behave.

But, at the end of the day, what he loved most, was every time he told you to do something, you would end up doing it at the end. He liked that. Knowing that he was the only one you would actually listen to. He felt powerful, knowing that such a pretty thing like you would always end up falling under his little traps.

That was until today.

it all started in the morning, when you were latching onto him like a koala as he got ready. ‘Don’t go today miggy, can’t we just stay home?~’ you whined, causing Miguel to sigh. ‘We can’t, hermosa. The multiverse is in da-‘ ‘my pussy is in danger!!’ you whined, causing miguel to raise an eyebrow. ‘How can your pussy be in danger?’ He asked, you smirked. ‘negligence.’ You said, as he scoffed. ‘We had sex less then 9 hours ago-‘ ‘that doesn’t matter!! Please miggy~’ he ended up having to drag you off him and took you to work himself that day.

But oh, it didn’t stop there. All day, you would find pets and small excuses to go into Miguel’s office to burden him. First you came in for paperwork, then to give more paperwork, then you came in to remind him lunch was soon, then you came in again to report an anomaly. Miguel knew what you were doing. I mean, you could easily call him or put the paperwork into holographic paper so he could access it easier. He knew you only came in to see him. he was tempted, truly, but he had a job to do.

‘Here again, hermosa? I might have to disconnect Lyla and make you my PA.’ he said, turning around to you, as Lyla appeared, scoffing in an over-dramatic manner. You just chuckled. ‘I could never replace someone as perfect as you Lyla.’ You said, as Lyla smiled, disappearing. ‘What are you doing here again exactly?’ Miguel asked, raising an eyebrow.

‘Well, you’re a smart guy miggy, I’m sure you know I just wanna see you!’ You said, Miguel sighed.

‘Sweetheart, you’ve been nagging me all day.’ He said, as you smirked. ‘I haven’t heard any complaints.’ ‘Well now you are.’ He said, sighing and putting his hands on your cheeks. ‘As much as I love you and your persistence, I can’t today. How about later, hm?’ He tried to compromise, which made you even more frustrated. ‘Later? ..hm. fine. I’ll wait later.’ You said, walking out and shutting the door. i’ll show you later. you thought, smirking and going into the cafeteria for lunch.

By 3pm in Nueva York, it was the prime of lunch in the spider HQ cafeteria. Miguel walked in, off to order something to help his growling belly, when he stopped and noticed you with hobie brown. You were touchy with Hobie, hand on his arm and sometimes even on his leg, giggling and talking away to him. You looked over to Miguel, smirking maliciously as you continued.

He knew what you were doing. You were trying to make him riled up. And it was fucking working. Lyla suddenly appeared beside Miguel. ‘Miguel, your heart rate’s sped up. Are you-‘ ‘I’m fine, Lyla. Help out spider-byte or something.’ He said frustratedly, walking over to you and Hobie.

‘Oh hi sweetheart! You don’t look too good..’ You teased, Miguel smirked bitterly. ‘I’m fine. How’s work?’ He said, as you smiled widely. ‘Oh it’s going great! Me and hobie have been bonding really good!’ You said, smiling. You could see Miguel’s jaw move, signifying his fangs have extended. You knew Miguel well enough to know he was fuming. Lyla appeared again.

‘Sir your heart ra-‘ ‘Lyla leave. Now.’ He said, as Lyla nodded, rolling her AI eyes as she disappeared. Hobie raised an eyebrow. ‘Are you alright mate? You don’t seem a-‘ ‘I’m fine.’ He said, looking at you. ‘I’ll see you at home, yes?’ He asked, eyes narrowing.

You smirked. ‘I dunno, me and hobie were talking about hitting the club toget-‘ ‘the club?’ He cut you off. You smiled ‘innocently’. ‘Mhm!’ you replied, Miguel smirked bitterly. ‘How about we have a nice little ‘chat’ huh honey?’ He said, as you smiled, standing up. ‘Mm no, I don’t think so. how about later, hm?’ you said, quoting what Miguel said before. He raised a brow. ‘You sure you wanna do take road?’ He warned, as you smiled warmly. ‘I’ve gotta go refill my drink. Talk to you later?’ You said, as he sighed, holding your arm lightly, but enough to pull you closer to him, his mouth next to your ear. ‘My office. 5 minutes.’ Was all he said, before walking away. Suddenly, he was hungry for something else.

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As you walked in, you made sure to lock the door. You walked up to Miguel’s platform, his back facing towards you. You looked at his muscles, biting your lower lip as you remember the countless of times you would scratch that perfect back of his, as he made you scream of ecstasy.

‘Lyla, do not disturb until I turn you back on.’ He said, his voice in a low growl. Lyla nodded. ‘Yes captain!’ the AI said, wearing a sailor suit before disappearing.

You took in a deep breath, considering to apologise. fuck no, you thought. You got this far, might as well seal the punishment, right?

‘There a problem, sweetheart?’ You teased, putting your hand on his shoulder, massaging it. ‘You look tense..’ You whispered in his ear, as he took in a deep breath, turning around, looking at you. His eyes were hazy, filled with lust and desire. You tilted your head innocently.

‘Bend over the desk.’ He said in a low growl. You smirked. ‘Or what?’you teased even more. he tilted his head up, not taking his eyes off of you. ‘Don’t make me ask again, pretty girl.’ He said firmly. You just scoffed, doing as he said. You bent down, arching your back. He lifted your skirt up swiftly. ‘Safe word?’ He asked, as you rolled your eyes. ‘red. Now are you gonna be a little bitch and stand there or-‘ you got cut off by a large spank on your ass, as you gasped loudly, your hands holding onto the desk. ‘Count for me, princess.’ He teased, as you bit your lower lip. ‘Fuck y-‘ spank! ‘a-ah okay f-fine!! t-two..’ You said breathlessly, as he smirked. ‘You’re learning.’

spank! ’f-fuck! Three..’ You panted, your ass burning from the sensation of Miguel’s hands hitting it with such force. That’s another thing you love about Miguel. How he could punish you but you could still enjoy it.

’T-twenty!! Please.. p-lease Mig..’ You panted breathlessly. He rubbed your sore ass now, leaning closer to your ear. ‘Have you learned?’ He whispered, as you nodded quickly. ‘I-i’ll be good.. I’ll be so good for you..’ you whispered, as he sighed. ‘ah.. there she is.’ He whispered, his fingers going down towards your slit. ‘Just had to show you who’s boss again, hm?’ He teased, putting in one finger, causing you to gasp, trying to lean your head up, as he pushed it back down with his other hand. ‘Head down, hermosa.’ He said, as you whined a little. ‘You ready for another finger?’ He asked, as you nodded. ‘Y-yes just put it in already..’ You whined, as he smirked, waiting for it.

‘..please.’ you said eventually, as he chuckled, putting another finger in, causing you to hold onto the desk again, gasping in the burning pleasure. ‘Just have to fuck you dumb on my fingers to get you to listen, hm? You like it when you’re full of me?’ He teased, playing with your hair as he leaned to your ear again, placing sloppy kisses on your neck. You nodded. ‘y-yes.. you know I do mig..’ you whispered, as he smirked, going up to your ear once again. ‘Just wait till you’re full of my cock again. You think you can handle it?’ He asked, as you moaned loudly as he pumped his fingers deeper inside you. He smiled softly. ‘Silly question, I know you can handle me. You do it every time like the big girl you are, right?’ He asked, as you moaned breathlessly. He pulled his fingers out of you. ‘That was a question, love.’ He whispered, as you nodded. ‘Y-yes! I-i can take it.. i take it every time, you know I do..!’ you whined, as he smirked, looking at your lust-filled expression on your face.

Your cheeks were flushed, your mouth slightly agape as you panted, your hair messy and eyes half lidded. miguel could feel himself twitch in his pants. He put his two fingers in his mouth, licking them clean as he used his other hand to unbuckle his pants.

‘You ready?’ He whispered to you, as you nodded. ‘words.’ He said, as you looked up at Miguel through your lashes. ‘Just put it in you teasing fucke-‘ you got cut off by a loud moan, as he put his thick tip inside of your pussy. He smirked, watching all the frustration and fight fall out of your face. You bit your lower lip, whimpering. No matter how many times you two fucked, nothing could ever prepare you for the feeling of his cock inside you.

‘Where’s all that brattiness gone, hm?’ He asked, slowly sliding in inside you, letting out a quiet groan. ‘I could’ve sworn you were telling me about hobie brown just a few minutes ago..’ He teased, as you gasped, moaning. ‘H-he could never fill me like you can miggy.. o-only your girl..’ You reassured breathlessly, as he chuckled, leaning closer to your ear. ‘I know baby, I know. Only dumb for my cock, right?’ He cooed, as you nodded before gasping once again as he started pushing in and out. He held your hips in place, as you fell back onto the desk, your back arching into him, causing him to hit all the deep spots inside you. You were a moaning mess, as he watched as his pretty little brat fell apart on his cock. He felt his pride and lust coming out as he held onto her hair lightly. ‘Like it, hermosa? Like being fucked dumb, all you needed was a good dick down to shut up that filthy mouth of yours?’ He teased, as you were practically incoherent. You nodded mindlessly, as he smiled softly, chuckling in your ear. ‘Cant even hear a word I’m saying, can you? Only thinking about how close you are.’ He mocked, as you moaned again, tears spilling from your eyes as his pace sped up.

‘C-close!’ You said a few minutes later, holding onto the desk for dear life as Miguel drilled himself into you. ‘Yeah I know baby, can feel you tightening around me, you wanna cum? Hm?’ He asked, as you nodded. ‘Yes! please.. p-lease I’ll be a good girl.. I-i’ll be your good girl just please..’ You babbled, as Miguel just chuckled, shutting you up by putting his fingers in your mouth. ‘Talking too much, honey.’ He teased, as you moaned through his fingers. He felt your walls clamp around him, signalling your near. He sped up, chasing his own high as well as yours.

Soon enough, you came undone. You moaned loudly, eyes rolled back as you hit your euphoria, your walls spasming around Miguel causing his high to crash too. He grunted deeply, as he continued to thrust his load inside you. you felt his cum deep inside you, as you came back from your high, Miguel panting, giving you one last hard thrust as he finished.

He pulled out slowly, grunting quietly as he moved your jaw to look at him. Your face had that pretty blissed out expression, the one you usually got when you had been fucked dumb. good. Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson next time.

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#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel spiderman #across the spiderverse #miguel smut #miguel spiderverse #fem reader #smut #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x y/n #spider verse #kinktober #miguel ohara smut

[willalove75]

would you write alci breastfeeding y/n after an exhausting day? something cuter

Absolutely! Thanks so much for the request!💕

Warnings: Breastfeeding (I guess it needs a warning? Idk.)

A/n: This is my first time writing something like this so go easy on me😅😂 ALSO I feel like it's been a HOT minute since I've done a Lady D ask! I've been super slacking lolzzzz sorry💕

Today sucked to say the least. You were helping Alcina with some of her tasks to ease her burden. Normally you don't have a tough time with the things she asks you to do, most of the time you actually enjoy helping her; being able to organize files, help her with paperwork, running errands. But today you were tasked with speaking with the mayor about current events in the village. As one of the four Lords, it was Alcina's responsibility to keep an eye on and maintain a healthy relationship with the village and the village mayor. You had accompanied Alcina to these meetings enough times where Alcina felt you were ready to conduct it on your own. Of course you were nervous, but you felt ready.

The ride there was uncomfortable - uncomfortable being an understatement. Over the winter the roads have deteriorated greatly and haven't been tended to so they were uneven and filled with potholes. You made sure to make note of that and make sure the mayor was aware of the situation and knows he needs to fix it.

It's not that you were dreading this meeting, but the mayor was known for being a bastard. Part of the reason that Alcina always attended these meetings was because of his notorious attitude but he always acted on his best behavior around Alcina - or else he'd run the very real and serious risk of losing a limb, or worse.

When you finally arrived in the village the people walking around slowed and carefully eyed the carriage, expecting Lady Dimitrescu to step out of it. When you stepped out alone most of the villagers went back to whatever they were doing. A few brave - or stupid - villagers decided to voice their opinions of you since the Lady wasn't around. Calling you a traitor or the demon's whore or any other colorful names they could come up with. You ignored them and made your way into the village hall where the mayor's office was.

The meeting sucked, badly. The moment the mayor realized you were alone he was the king of bastards once more. He spoke down to you the entire time, even after reminding him that everything that is said and how it was said at this meeting would be reported back to Lady Dimitrescu. The man was dumber than you thought, since the threat of Lady Dimitrescu wasn't in his immediate vicinity, there might as well be no threat at all.

Everything you brought up to him was mocked. Even things that were seriously wrong with the village he didn't take seriously. The mayor wasn't a big man, but he was definitely taller and bigger than you. Something he used to his advantage when you threatened him with the wrath of your Lady. He practically backed you into a corner while he shouted at you and threatened to put his hands on you. He even made a comment about the kind of lover you must be if you were able to satisfy the Lady and how he would like a taste for himself. It took everything in you to not show fear or cry. No tears fell but you felt them welling up in your eyes and the fear might as well have been radiating off of you as he invaded your space.

After that you gathered your things, thanked him for his time, told him you would be reporting everything back to the Lady and tried your best to keep yourself together until you got into the carriage.

You wanted to stop by one of the shops and pick up Alcina and the girls something and grab something to eat but you were too distraught. The moment the carriage door closed the tears started falling and you knocked on the wall three times to signal the driver to head back to the castle.

The ride home was arguably worse than the ride there. Not only was it just as bumpy as the ride there, but you cried for more than half of the time it took you to get home.

The gates of the castle finally came into view and you've never felt such relief. The carriage barely came to a stop when you jumped out of it - not bothering to wait for the driver to open the door for you.

You were exhausted, angry and still rattled by everything that happened with the mayor. All you wanted was Alcina. You needed her to comfort you, make you feel better, hold you and give you kisses and make all of the bad feelings go away. You needed her to care for you and you desperately hoped she wasn't too busy because it was something you needed now more than ever.

"Good evening." The head maid said as you entered the castle. "How was your trip?"

"It sucked. Do you know where Alcina is?"

"I believe she's in her chambers, she received a phone call."

"Thank you."

You beeline it upstairs to your shared chambers and enter the room, quickly closing the door behind you.

Alcina was sitting at her vanity with the phone receiver to her ear. When she heard the door open she looked in it's direction, when she realized it was you you saw her begin to smile. The moment she realized your distressed state her smile quickly faded and she had a look of concern in her eyes. She turns back towards the mirror and her posture stiffens.

"Yes Mother Miranda, I will keep you informed. I'm sorry Mother Miranda but something came up and I must be going. I understand, I apologize for cutting our incredibly important conversation short but I believe there's a trespasser in the castle I must see to. Thank you Mother Miranda. I will. Goodbye." She hangs up and turns back towards you. "Draga mea, what's wrong? What happened?" Her eyes were wide with worry and you couldn't hold back your tears anymore. You run towards her and she lifts you into her arms and cradles the back of your head. "What happened? Are you hurt? Who did this to you?" You hear the concern in her voice and bury your face into her neck.

"I'm not hurt." You said.

"Who upset you so my love? Did something happen in the village?" You shake your head no. "Please, iubirea mea, tell me what happened."

"The mayor is such a fucking asshole." You cry into her.

"What did he do?" She asks, her voice cold. "Did he hurt you? Did that filthy man thing lay his disgusting hands on you?"

"No." You begin recounting what happened from the moment you left the castle to the moment you left the village hall practically in tears. As you tell her what happened in the mayors office her grip around you tightens. When you tell her that he backed you into a corner and threatened you, that he said that he wanted a taste of you for himself Alcina was shaking with anger.

"That bastard!! How DARE he. How dare he threaten you in such a manner. That man will pay for what he's done." You can feel her heartbeat going berserk inside of her chest and her breath becoming labored. "Don't worry draga, I am going down there right this second and he will regret-"

"No, please don't. Please don't leave." You say as you cry and cling to her dress.

"Draga he has to pay for what he's done-"

"I know but please just stay with me right now. Please. I need you. I don't want to be alone. I just want you right now."

Your confession, your desperate plea for Alcina to stay with you washes over her like a warm summer breeze. The anger that's radiating off of her right now begins to diminish and she takes a deep breath and holds you tight.

"Okay draga. He will be dealt with first thing tomorrow morning. I won't leave you iubirea mea, I promise." She kisses your temple and her lips linger on your skin for a few moments. "What do you need me to do, draga?"

"I don't know."

"Do you want me to care for you? How about a bath and some warm pajamas?" You nod your head into her neck and she smiles and stands with you in her arms.

Alcina prepares a bath and once the water is warm and the tub is full she undresses you and places you in the tub. She washes your hair, massaging your scalp as she rubs the shampoo in and combs through your hair with care after she puts the conditioner in. She washes your body with your favorite soaps from her collection she knows you love. After your bath she wraps you in a giant fluffy towel, dries you off and dresses you in your favorite pajamas.

As she's caring for you, Alcina can feel her breasts starting to fill and then leak a little. The care she's giving you is something that comes so natural to her and her regenerative properties cause her to produce milk every time she acts maternally - towards anyone.

It was something she kept to herself until you found out about it on accident. When she breastfed you for the first time she felt a relief, both physical and emotional. It felt right to her, being able to nurture you in such a way that was so intimate but not sexually. And the physical relief if brought to her breasts could have made her cry. If she went too long without expelling the milk her breasts would ache something terrible.

She did her best to ignore the fullness in her chest as she laid you on her chest and rubbed circles across your back in bed.

Alcina definitely helped you relax, you were way less distraught and upset than you were when you first got back. Now you were just exhausted.

"Is there anything else you need draga mea?" She asks.

You shake your head no and let out a sigh as you melt into her embrace. Just as you feel yourself falling asleep a loud growl rips through your stomach and you suddenly realize how hungry you are.

"Draga did you have dinner?"

"No, I forgot. I was gonna stop and eat something in the village but I was so upset I just wanted to come home."

"Oh draga, let me have a maid bring you something."

"That's okay, I'm not in the mood for eating." You say as your stomach grumbles again.

"Clearly you are hungry, draga mea. You have to eat something." You shrug your shoulders and nuzzle into her neck. The pressure in Alcina's breasts increases at the action and she shifts to make herself more comfortable. She's breastfed you before, but for some reason she's still feels embarrassed each time she suggests it. Even though she knows that it would both feed you and bring you extra comfort. "What if - if you're not up for a proper dinner, do you want me to feed you?"

You can hear the hesitation in her voice, you know how sensitive of a topic this is for her but you love that she suggests it regardless of her hesitation. Nodding your head yes, Alcina kisses you on the head and sits you up in her lap. She reaches behind her back and pulls down the zipper of her dress and slides her arms out of the sleeves. After the fabric pools around her waist she reaches behind her back once more and unclips her bra. She removes her bra and you're face-to-face with her massive, amazing breasts.

"Ready, draga?" She asks and you nod your head.

Alcina cradles you in the crook of her arm and guides her nipple into your mouth. You immediately latch on and begin to suck, warm milk spilling out into your mouth. Alcina sighs from the relief of the pressure and sits back against the headboard. She runs her fingers through your hair and smiles, happy that she is able to care for you in such a way - especially when you needed it so badly.

Warm milk fills your empty belly and you hum in response. You feel Alcina's fingers comb through your hair and you close your eyes, relaxing into her touch as you continue to drink from her breast. The steady flow of milk begins to thin and eventually stops, no matter how much you suck at her hardened nipple.

"Still hungry iubirea mea?" She asks.

"Mhm."

"Okay love, one second."

Alcina turns you and cradles you in her other arm and once again guides her nipple into your eager mouth. Latching on again, you continue to drink the steady flow of milk from her breast.

"Good girl, that's it my love. Eat as much as you need. You and I both know I have no issues with shortages." She says and you giggle into her skin as you drink.

The warmth in your belly spreads throughout your body, to your limbs, to your fingers and toes, to your head and your face. With the warmth comes the exhaustion you were feeling earlier and your eyes begin to slowly close.

Alcina notices your suckling getting lighter and lighter before stopping altogether. Looking down at you, she finds you asleep with her nipple still in your mouth and a steam of milk down your cheek. She lightly chuckles before pulling you back and wiping away the milk with her thumb.

The movement and the sensation of her wiping her thumb across your cheek stirs you awake and you look up at her with tired eyes.

"Are you full draga mea?"

"Mhm." You mumble as you nod your head yes.

"Good." She says caressing your face. "Go to sleep iubirea mea."

Alcina moves to lay you on the bed but you cling to her.

"Stay." You say, your voice barely a whisper.

"I will be right back, I promise. I am going to put my nightgown on and get ready for bed and I will be right back. Okay?"

You sleepily nod your head and Alcina lays you on the pillow next to her. She kisses you on the head before pulling the covers over you and getting up and getting herself ready for bed. For all you know it could have been hours or seconds since Alcina said she would be right back. But before you know it you feel the mattress sink under her weight and you feel her strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into her.

"Thank you, Alci. I love you." You mumble.

"Of course iubirea mea. I'd do anything for you draga. Te iubesc mai mult decât luna și stelele. Goodnight my love." She says as her lips graze the shell of your ear. Alcina kisses the soft skin behind your ear and nuzzles you as you cuddle further back into her. (I love you more than the moon and stars.)

Not long after, Alcina hears light snores coming from you. With a full heart and a smile on her face, Alcina falls asleep thinking of who she is going to replace the current mayor with once she's through with him tomorrow morning.

#willalove75 #lady dimitrescu #wlw fanfic #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu fanfic #re8 lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady alcina #alcina x female reader #alcina x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader

[kakushino]

Smokescreen

Rengoku Kyojuro x GN! Reader

Suppress, smile, survive.

Tags: hurt/comfort Word count: ~1k

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AN: This was quite the emotional piece for me to write. I hope yall won't be destroyed by it. Written as a Christmas present to dear @heartbroken4ever ~

The water temperature was just right, the fog rising in the bathroom concealed him from prying eyes should there be any - a smoke screen of sorts - but the tears streaming down his face felt like branding iron, searing an unseen wound into his soul.

His throat was clogged with emotion, his body felt too hot and too cold at the same time, shame burned his cheeks bright red as he gasped for breath quietly. He was choking, drowning, suffocating on the aching mess built up in his core over the weeks, months, years. 

You’re a disgrace.

No, father, please!

Good for nothing.

I just want you to be proud of me!

Get out of my sight.

I just want you to look at me!

He had told Senjuro before that the fire in his heart couldn’t ever be extinguished, that he would never give in…

He wasn’t so sure now.

His heart shrieked in grief, a banshee mourning the loss of his father’s love yet again. He kept hoping and hoping, praying and praying; it was all for naught. Perhaps he was a disgrace, perhaps he was good for nothing, perhaps he should just-

No. He couldn’t give into that. He would fight until his final breath for humanity, though the thought still lingered on his mind.

The Flame Hashira never lashed out, never cried loudly, he never felt he deserved to carve out a place for his sorrow in others’ minds. However, his breath came out in a death rattle, as if his lungs were truly filling up with fluid-

He thought he was being quiet.

“My love?” 

Kyojuro stifled a curse, and forced down everything that had bubbled over from the tightly wound knot of his negative emotions; he put it all away with desperate swiftness belaying his misery.

He never wanted to weigh you down with his baggage after all.

He cleared his throat, and called out “Yes?” in what he hoped was his usual tone. He gathered all the loose strings and forced them back inside, splashing lukewarm water - when had it gotten so cool? - onto his face to wash away the tears.

The slight waver betrayed the state of your partner. “Are you okay? You have been there an hour…” you asked, still at the threshold of the room. It was foggy inside, but you could see your love’s silhouette moving a little. “I’m coming in.”

Kyojuro hoped beyond hope all signs of his distress were gone as he pulled his signature wide smile onto his face like a mask. You already had so much on your plate, how could he burden you with his insignificant worries?

“You are bold today, my love!” His smile stretched into a grin as you walked closer to him, glad to see you, though the ache inside only throbbed more prominently as he suppressed the emotional release he needed.

You, on the other hand, knew something was wrong, and you knew Kyojuro was loath to show any weakness even to you - his partner of over two years. You didn’t want to force him to show vulnerability to you, but you would be damned if he went through it all alone.

You stepped around him silently to hug him from the back as he leaned on the side of the bathtub. His skin was warm, overly so as always, but the water wasn’t, which was telling in a way.

“It’s okay to let go, dearest,” you murmured into his ear, your head nuzzling lightly against his in a cat-like affectionate gesture. Your hands splayed on his chest as you let him remain unseen yet offered him unconditional support. No amount of ‘dirty laundry’ he hid from you would make you leave your Kyojuro.

His face pulled into an ugly expression he was glad you couldn’t see as he tried to hold back his feelings. They pressed against his chest and made it hard to breathe again, his total concentration breathing broken for the second time today. His lungs physically hurt from the suppression.

“I’ve got you,” you said softly. 

Oh how he wished his father held him like you did, how he wished he could say your embrace was enough… It would have to be enough. 

The first choked sob that burst from his chest was loud and echoed in the bathroom. Your heart broke as you cradled him in all the comfort and warmth you could provide to him. More distressing noises left your lover and your arms tightened around him. It hurt to not be able to do anything other than stay as his pillar of support.

Kyojuro pressed his head against yours, cheek to cheek, his breathing ragged as tears fell. 

“Let it all out, love. I’m here,” you whispered reassuringly, caressing his chest briefly before his hands came up to intertwine with yours. He held onto you as if you were his lifeline, clung to you like a lost child in a dark forest. Water soaked your yukata sleeves, but you cared little as you started to rock him slowly. “You don’t have to smile when you don’t feel good… not with me.”

The bath was cold and goosebumps spread across your skin by the time Kyojuro fell into an exhausted silence. You stayed with him the entire time, despite the discomfort of the cold water, despite the awkward position; you stayed and you gave him the love he so desperately needed.

“Never hesitate to lean on me, my love. I’m here with you… I’m here for you. You’re so strong and brave. My warrior… Let it all out, never bottle it in, okay? Shhhh… I love you, Rengoku Kyojuro.”

How could he have thought you weren’t enough to help him through this… He was a fool.

You were his personal Deity of Salvation, and he would stay your reverent worshiper until the day he died. Until his soul crossed the Sanzu river, he would be yours.

dividers made by the awesome @benkeibear Network: @enchantedforest-network

#he needs a hug #and warm food #and the sloppiest bj of his life #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x y/n #kyojuro x you #rengoku x reader #rengoku x y/n #rengoku x you #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kny fanfic #demon slayer fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #desi the blue eyed kakushi

[cupidjyu]

fragile

juyeon x reader (request for the anon with the super long sweet message!! ly!)

genre: hurt/comfort, crying, sweetie juyeon, cuddles, sharing bed, idk fluff but with comfort?? he likes to call you gorgeous just bc i said so notes: be ready for another hyunjae piece of writing you're going to be so tired of me (i have no shame) word count: 2k

It was not often that you felt like this. Ever since you started dating Juyeon, you found yourself smiling endlessly. He was the perfect boyfriend who made those silly pick-up lines or often invited you to slow dance to his favorite song. He was the perfect man that you could hug for as long as you’d like or kiss as much as you’d want.

But, that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t have any bad days. Today was a perfect instance, as nothing had gone your way. You barely slept after having a nightmare, leaving you exhausted. And for the rest of the day, as you tried to check off your to-do list, you constantly failed. Everything you did was either at the wrong time or poorly done due to your fatigue. It didn’t help that Juyeon was working that day, meaning you couldn’t call or text him for help to pick you up in the midst of a rainstorm.

So there you were, sitting in your bed with your knees brought up to your chest. There was a constant sense of “just give up” that rotated through your already racing thoughts. You stared at your phone which was constantly pinging with emails and text messages of all the responsibilities that you failed to do.

You were about to shut your eyes and block yourself from the world. Well, up until you heard a specific ring from your phone. Lifting your head slowly, you realized that it was Juyeon who had texted you.

work just finished, how’s your day? ^^

Frankly, it was horrible, you answered in your head. And you didn’t know what came over you but you found yourself clicking on the call button instead of answering with a text.

Immediately, he picked up. 

“Hello?” His deep voice rang.

You stayed quiet, trying to swallow the annoying lump in your throat.

“Y/n?” He asked again.

Taking a shaky breath, you willed yourself not to burst out into tears just at the sound of your boyfriend’s sweet, sweet voice.

“Juyeon,” You whispered. “How are you?”

Surprise was evident in his voice. “I’m… good.” He hummed quietly. “Are you okay?”

Biting your lip, you quietly shook your head. With your eyes shut closed you replied with a timid voice, “I’m fine.” A blatant lie but you knew that your boyfriend’s work was taxing and you would hate to create more of a burden for him.

He was silent for a second. And then—

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“What?” You panicked, but you could already hear his door opening through the phone. Your heart was pounding now as you looked around your room. Specifically, your bed was a mess. Clothes everywhere, random pieces of paper crumpled about because of your own spiraling. He can’t… come over now.

But it seemed that he didn’t care. He was always known to be the oblivious one, but when it came to you, he noticed every single detail about you. He could tell when you were tired and offer his shoulder for you to lean on or if you were uncomfortable, he’d shield you with his tall frame. As he stayed on the phone with you, his voice was sweeter, more gentle as he talked about his day. A way to distract you.

“Sunwoo tripped on a ball today. Can you believe that?”

You listened without saying a single word. Slowly, you lost track of time, and it must be that those five minutes had passed because he was now unlocking your door with the password that you had told him once. For emergencies, he said.

When he entered your room, you immediately whipped your head away from him to hide the growing tears in your eyes. He stayed there for a moment, taking in the sight before he silently took a seat on the edge of your bed.

“Are you really fine?” He muttered. His large hand came to the side of your face, gently coaxing you to look at him. His eyes instantly softened at the sight as there must be tears trailing down your face.

You shook your head.

“What happened?” Your boyfriend questioned. And taking note of your state, he was hesitant to touch you.

With a shaky voice, you told him about your day, occasionally pausing to try not to choke on your tears. Juyeon listened intently, his eyes constantly tender on yours. Slowly, his hand came to hold yours, stroking the back of it with his thumb.

Once you were done, you were practically heaving for breath. And cautiously, he approached you on the bed and he wrapped his arms around your figure. He pulled you close to his chest, letting you cry into his hold. You hadn’t even noticed that you had begun to grip the hem of his shirt tightly. 

His hand slowly traveled to yours, loosening your grip gently.

“Don’t hold on too tight,” He whispered with a saccharine tone as he entwined his fingers with yours. He pulled away slightly to look you in the eye, his fingers coming up to your cheeks to softly wipe your tears away, even though they were still flowing. “I’m right here. Just look at me, okay?”

You nodded, swallowing thickly as you focused on looking him in the eyes. He began to smile. It wasn’t the usual cheeky or teasing smile. This one was soft and genuine, reassuring you along with the constant stroke of his thumb.

“You’re doing perfectly,” He said, his other hand rubbing your back in up-and-down motions.

Once you were sure that your tears had stopped streaming, you tilted your head slightly to set your forehead against his chest.

“Thank you,” You mumbled. “You can… go now.”

He stiffened. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Yes.” But he quickly noticed the way your hand came back to his shirt to hold onto the fabric tightly. He huffed out with amusement.

“You know that you won’t bother me, right?” He replied. “I want to take care of you.”

You froze at his words. With a sniffle, you hid further into his chest. “Then stay if you want.”

He hummed. And then he looked around the room.

“Stand up for a moment.” He smiled as he gently picked you up in his arms. You watched in slight confusion as he began to move about the room, cleaning up for you. He put away your clothes and whenever he would walk past you, he would pull you in by the waist and press a soft kiss somewhere on your face.

He would pick up the papers, and then kiss you on the forehead. Put away your bag, and kiss you on your cheek. And just before he fixed up all your pillows and blankets, he hooked an arm around you to pull you right against his lips, moving softly and unhurriedly.

Immediately, you were blushing at his actions.

“Juyeon,” You whined. “What are you doing?”

“Making you feel better.” He grinned. And then he was pulling a comfy hoodie over you, specifically his hoodie. His hands came up to each of your cheeks, pinching them lightly. “You look gorgeous today, have I told you that?”

“Don’t lie,” You grumbled, aware of your tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes.

“I’m not,” He whispered, his voice lowering. He did have the habit of calling you gorgeous in the most random scenarios. Sometimes he’d be in a whole other room and he’d still be texting you that you look gorgeous. “I love you. And that’s also not a lie.”

You were even more flustered. “I love you too.”

“Of course you do,” He teased, taking your hand in his to pull you into bed. You had noticed that he had set up a movie to watch amidst all the soft blankets.

With a small smile, you sat beside him. Immediately, he pulled you closer so that you could rest against his chest. 

It was a simple movie. A cute Disney movie. One where you shouldn’t cry about. But when your mind had trailed off, remembering the fact that Juyeon had rushed to you just to pull you in his arms, that he pressed kisses all over your face to make you feel better, and that he had prepared all this, you couldn’t help but sniffle again. Again, tears welled up in your eyes and he was quick to notice.

Turning off the movie, he turned to you with a loving gaze.

“Why’re you crying again, angel?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

He huffed out a small laugh. “Don’t be sorry. That’s why I’m here, gorgeous.”

He shifted so that he was facing you completely. And then his hands came to cradle your face again as he wiped your tears off gently. He took extra care, even tucking a piece of hair around your ear as he pressed another soft kiss to the very tip of your nose.

“Tell me. What do you want to do?” He smiled softly.

You paused. And then you frowned. “I don’t know. I’m sorry again.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” And instead, he took the lead, gently lifting you up and placing you on his lap so that you were straddling his hips. He leaned against the headboard, his hand coming to the back of your head to bring you into his neck. Stiffly, you shuffled so that you were burying your nose into it, inhaling his comfortable scent.

Letting a few more tears fall, your hands fell to your sides, slowly relaxing against his warmth.

“Can we stay like this?” You whispered against his skin.

“Mhm,” He hummed, turning to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “Of course.”

And so that’s what you did. At some point, he began to hum a song that you didn’t know the name of, but his deep voice easily lulled you to fall asleep.

Checking on you, he cautiously brought you to lie down in bed, wrapping you warmly in the blankets. He brought his sleeve under your eyes, gently patting them with a fond smile as he admired each of your features.

But then you blinked your eyes open, startling him.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” He pouted slightly.

You gave him a small smile. “It’s okay. I can fall asleep again. Right now actually.”

“Tired?” 

You nodded.

Juyeon chuckled, wrapping a strong arm around your torso to bring you up against his body. “You know that you don’t have to hide anything from me right? Just tell me and I’ll be right here for you.”

You nodded shyly. “Thank you.” You bit your tongue, your cheeks beginning to feel hot. And then you suddenly blurted out a quiet, “I love you.”

He widened his eyes slightly before his expression turned into a smug one, his lips curling up like a cat’s.

“Love you too,” He teased, pressing his lips softly to yours. And he had tried to pull away quickly but your hand grasped onto his collar to instead deepen the kiss.

He froze for a minute before eventually leaning back into your lips, a shy smile growing on his own as his hands tightened comfortably around you. It was a simple, cute kiss, though without much direction because the lights were too dim to see much of anything. All you could do was feel and hear as the two of you kissed over and over again, small noises in between. 

When you finally broke away, he let out the most adorable giggle ever as he nuzzled into your neck this time.

“What are you laughing about?” You smiled.

“Don’t know,” He laughed. “I just love kissing you. You make me happy.”

“You do too,” You whispered. “But let’s compliment each other tomorrow. I’m sleepy.”

“Okay, but one more thing,” He chuckled, pulling you into his chest. “You look gorgeous. Have I said that already?”

Slapping him with a scowl, you buried yourself further into him. “You did. And you can’t even see my face right now.”

“I stand by my statement,” He hummed. You laughed before your eyes began to grow heavy, sleep taking over you briskly.

Tears were dried on your cheeks and your eyes were puffy. It was not often that you felt like this. But as long as you had Juyeon, maybe things would be alright.

#deoboyznet #drabbles 💞 #requests 💞 #the boyz imagines #the boyz reactions #the boyz fluff #tbz fluff #tbz imagines #the boyz x reader #the boyz scenarios #tbz x reader #juyeon fluff #juyeon x reader

[bau-drabbles]

hello could you do “are you ashamed of me?” with spencer? maybe about their new relationship? i love your fanfics keep up the good works! 💗💗💗

aw of course. thank u for asking, my love 🤍 hope you enjoy (its rlly rushed, i'm sorry 😭)

"so l/n, are you going out with anyone?"

the question was enough innocent enough, matter of fact, it was supposed to be a yes or no answer and then on to a different question to someone else. simple enough

so you don't know why your mouth refused to a thing

their eyes were burning a hole into you, the longer you weren't answering the more their curiosity were piqued. you could hear giggles and hushed whispers but it all felt muffled under the thundering of your heart.

spencer sat before you, his honeyed eyes observing every detail about you. his lips were poised in a soft smile, ready for you to tell them all about your secret relationship. with him, specifically. he wanted to tell the teams months ago but you weren't ready just yet, so he complied.

finally, he wanted to kiss you on the cheek without the risk of being seen, the burden of having you in private but never public finally gone. he thought you shared the same thoughts, felt the same way.

feeling the panic coursing through your veins like gasoline, you awkwardly chuckle your way out of answering. but spencer kept making glances, his eyebrow perked ever so slightly, wondering what was holding you back. you both finally accepted that you'd let them know today, what happened??

instead you gently shook your head, taking a sip of your drink

"no, i'm happy being single" like slow motion, reid watched the words fall from your lips but they didn't comprehend until the rest of the team shared sympathetic looks.

they patted your shoulder and told you you'd find someone soon. that you weren't alone, and if it was any consolation reid was also single.

but his heart had felt as if it was breaking in two, swallowing the protruding lump in his throat. morgan had made a joke that reid was also single and he nudged his shoulder, it took reid everything to pretend to smile and raise his glass. to pretend to be happy for you when he wanted to let the secret out

his eyes burned holes into you but you simply ignored them, much like him for the rest of the evening.

•••

the car ride home was silent, at least from your end. morgan and jj were chuckling, joking and talking about memories. but you and spencer haven't the heart to join in with them so you both sat on the opposite ends of the car, your heads resting on the windows. and when it came to your stop, you say your bye's, hopping out. you don't expect spencer come with you but hearing the slam of the car door tells you otherwise.

"goodnight you guys" jj gives you both a smile, morgan giving you a wink as they drive off. you wish you're in the backseat, unable to face spencer after tonight. you're not sure what to say but you already want to get it over with

you trudged your way to your home, opening the door. dismantling the alarm you make your way to your kitchen, perhaps if you fake your headache he would leave you alone?

"are you mad at me?" spencer stops walking, his hands deep in his pockets. you don't have to face him to know the look on his face. and it breaks your heart that you're the one causing him this pain.

"no" you answered a little too defensively, silently hoping he didn't pick up on the tone. but he did, he always does.

"then look at me y/n, please" his tone is soft yet commanding so you turn on your heels, towards him. but still, unable to make any eye contact. you don't even know how to explain it to him when you can't make sense of it yourself. this relationship or whatever it was called was going too fast, it felt like you couldn't breathe. it had shifted your world on its axis, leaving you overwhelmed and unable to breathe

you knew his ex lover, maeve. you knew how much he adored her. how much you wouldn't be able to amount to her. how the team would make the comments that she was incredibly intelligent, that her and spencer were both two peas in a pod. how could you possibly amount to her?

was it jealousy? was it envy? was it pain? you didn't quite know.

"are you ashamed of me, then?" spencer comes closer until he's a foot away, observing your facial features. he's trying to profile you, something you really didn't like. and no matter how much you tried to keep a straight face, he could see the hurricane of emotion in your eyes. the trouble, the pain, the sadness. all he wanted you to do was let him in, just let him in

"i'm tired spencer, please" you move past him, so desperately wanting to bury yourself in your bed and never come out

"so that's a yes" his voice stops you once more and the way he had said it, breaks your heart into fragments. he sounded so small, so worried, so sad. almost like he knew he was losing you from the start.

"it's...." you take a breath, insecurities coming to light. you know your next words are important, you know you they're going to make or break your relationship. but looking at him, standing there. only one thought richoted in your head.

let me always love you by telling you goodbye

it was safer for him and for you, perhaps from afar you may always admire him. but this relationship wasn't the wisest choice. you could never live up to the expectations maeve set up in his heart. you could never be like her. could he accept that or would he grow to resent you?

"you know what? you're right, reid. i'm ashamed of this. of us. i thought i could do it but i can't. i-i can't pretend that you're the man i no longer..." your breath hitched in your throat, watching him. he was silent, you could see him cracking piece by piece under the harshness of your words. but it had to be said. you had to be the one to end it this time.

"i no longer love you" it felt like the world had collided, the ground trembling under his feet. he hoped it was, he hoped the ground would swallow him whole. the moment he truly thought would never happened was playing out in front of his eyes.

was this how he was doomed to spend the rest of his life? coming so close to love only to never experience it?

"y/n plea-" he reaches out but you move backwards, recoiling away from his touch. it makes him want to cry, he wants to know what's going on. why you're being so cold but he can't, he's lost you for good.

so he doesn't say anything further, his eyes drifting from your feet to your eyes slowly. his mouth in a straight line, unable to say anything. what could he say? he could beg you not to make this decision but you're set, you've finalised it in your head. he doesn't even want to leave but you've made it clear where he stands so he has no other choice.

with every step he felt his heart break even more, knowing that he'd never be quite the same again. burning tears escape his eyes and he hurriedly wipes them away but they continue to fall regardless.

and all you could do was watch, your arms wrapped tight around you as the man you loved with your entire soul, left you alone

you still got a chance at forever if i leave...

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader angst

[zygomantic]

Nanami comforting a sad/depressed fem reader after he comes home from work. (Had a horrible day/week and need any kind of comfort)

A/n: Honestly same. Always happy to provide comfort, thank you for your request! This is very short but it is what it is. Also, reader could be considered gender neutral.

You're not alone.

Synopsis: Your husband Nanami comes home from work and finds you crying on the couch. He helps you through it.

Content Warnings: Mentioned Depression, negative thoughts

You blankly stared at the TV, which by now had been running for multiple hours. You'd spent your hours flicking through channels and streaming services, hoping to find anything interesting to pass the time until your husband came home.

Your frustration grew the longer you searched. Why did this have to be so complicated? Fuck, it just added to the pile shit that didn't work like you wanted to. Your job was stressing you out and you knew the next months weren't going to be any more relaxed. Nanami was just as busy, mission after mission keeping him away from home. You missed him but didn't fault him for doing his job.

Since this morning you were feeling down, and though you'd struggled with depression in the past, it usually didn't creep up this fast or suddenly. You knew very well that you were still recovering and that recovery wasn't a linear process, but a small part of you felt disappointed in yourself for feeling like this again.

Or maybe you felt comfortable like this. It was so easy, so familiar. If you were really on the way back to depression, you didn't think you had any strength left to pull you out of it again and forcing Nanami to help you made you feel selfish. It wasn't his problem that your mind was broken and your thoughts shitty.

It was all too much and your nose started burning, then your eyes watered and you didn't bother stopping the tears as they escaped. A headache had begun to form in the back of your head and you just sobbed harder.

By the time a key turned in the front door lock your face was soaked with tears and your eyes were red and puffy. You must've looked horrible, because Nanami's eyes furrowed as he walked into the room and saw you. You hadn't even hear him call out your name when he entered, too absorbed in your thoughts.

Nanami didn't bother hanging up his jacket, just dropped it to the floor and immediately made his way over to you. His hand was on your back, rubbing soothing circles into it as he tried to figure out what was wrong. First, however, he needed you to breathe.

"Darling, can you hear me?" His voice must've registered somewhere in your mind because you nodded, despite having already forgotten what he asked. "Good," he said, continuing his comforting. "I need you to breathe, dear. You remember the box breathing, right?" Another nod. "Alright. Now breathe in for four," he instructed and you tried to follow, not counting the seconds but still trying. "Hold for four," you did, "and exhale for four. Now pause for four."

It became easier after the first minute and Nanami walked you through every second of it. Once you'd gotten your breathing back under control, new tears threatened to escape at the though of how much of a burden you were. Always making him take care of you like you're a child or baby, how embarrassing.

"Don't." You looked up at your husband in confusion. "I can tell when you're thinking poorly of yourself. Don't do that. Please."

Your voice was quiet as you answered. "Okay." You pulled your legs up under the blanked and curled up into a ball.

Nanami's hand was still rubbing your back. "Can you tell me what caused this? What's going on? "

"I'm sorry. Sorry." Tears streaked down your face and Nanami's warm, big hand swiped them away carefully.

"There's nothing to be sorry for. We all have our off days. I'm sorry yours had to be today." His voice was so deep, so comforting, almost like a light to cling to while the rest of the world was trying to drown you.

"Work's just been..." You trailed off, not really wanting to think about all the things you had to do and the insane amount of paperwork that had to filed until the end of the not to mention the coworker that-

"Stressful?" His voice ripped you out of your thoughts again. "I get what that's like. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I- just don't leave. Please. I don't want to go back to feeling like I did months ago. I can't- I-" Your throat closed up just speaking about theast time your depression hit you hard.

"I'm not letting you do this alone. I promise." His hand pulled you into his body for a hug and you melted into him. "I'm here for you. Always."

"Thank you." He almost didn't hear you, you were so quiet. "Thank you so much."

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[polakina]

history lesson

pairing: steven grant x reader

rating: explicit

outline: people say not to mix your personal life with working life. The rules change when your working life is a major turn on for your personal life.

warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected sex, slightly dom steven,

requests are open! hope you enjoy, petals <3

masterlist

II

Making your way through London, you smoothed out your pants where creases has started to appear from sitting on the bus for the past twenty minutes. Holding your tray of coffees in one hand, your hands brushed over your thighs before moving up to rearrange your hair. You decided to let it down today, its usual place being tied up to stay out of your face. But you had a tour today, and wanted to look your best. You were lying to yourself, really. You didn’t want to look your best for the tour. Not when someone else was who you wanted to catch the attention of. Not that you needed to do much, the two of you were practically joined at the hip anyway. But after being apart for so long, different shifts meaning you hadn’t been able to spend a night together in the past three weeks. 

It was proving to be a lot harder than you both thought, being on one another’s mind constantly. It was hard to get him out of your head, but it wasn’t as though he was a burden living up there. The two of you lived on opposite ends of town, work really being the only time you’d ever pass one another unless you both had the same day off. Which rarely ever happened. 

As you walked to the museum, your mind drifted back to the last night you’d been with eachother. How much fun you had both had. Sure, he was a quiet, reserved character inside of work. But outside? Fuck, it was as though he was an entirely different person. The whines, the begs, the pleads for you, it clouded your thoughts and made you throb a little. God he always sounded so pretty, and you were hoping that you’d be able to hear those noises again soon.

Shaking your head, you clicked back to the present, narrowly avoiding a young couple walking your way with no intention of moving aside. Turning the corner, your eyes met with the all too familiar museum building of which you had worked at for the past few years. You were not ready to face Donna today, but you weren’t complaining, not when you’d be seeing Steven today. 

Up the stairs your feet took you, past the various people dotted around on the steps, some sitting and staring into space, others standing and having a chat about where to go next on their little outing. Manoeuvring around them with quiet “excuse me”’s, you entered the museum to be greeted with bustling crowds and the smell of freshly displayed artefacts. J.B was sat at his usual seat, not doing his job as always. You didn’t even have to look at his screen to know what he was watching. Fucking otter videos. What an incredible security detail your workplace possessed. 

“Hey, J.B,” you called out while passing him, only to hear a quiet grunt in response. Typical. Walking past him without saying anything further, you made your way through the building to the staff room. But not without making a short pit stop at a certain someone’s designated working space.

“Morning, Steven,” you said as you approached the gift shop desk where he was arranging snacks on the counter. Placing your coffee tray down, you took out the coffee you collected for him and slid it over to him.

His eyes took their time trailing up your form before eventually meeting your gaze. “Morning, sweetheart. You look nice.” The slight stammer in his voice was, had and been, present since the two of you met. Even after years, he was still so shy around you. You couldn’t lie, you loved it. The way he would stutter over his words when he noticed you, how he fumbled with his fingers in overly public settings until you took his hand in your own to calm him down. You would never grow tired of it.

“Thank you. I have another tour today, high school kids I think. Not that I think they’ll particularly care about Egyptian history,” you half joked, liking how it pulled a smile onto his lips, even just for a minute. “I’m sure they’ll enjoy themselves,” Steven responded, leaning his forearms onto the counter. “I know I would.” You smiled at that. How his eyes fought to stay on your face, even though all he wanted to do was take you all in.

You opened your mouth to respond, but Donna beat you to it. “Oi! You two, the hell are you doing? Take…whatever this is,” she gestured to the two of you with waves of her hands. “And do it after work, ‘kay? You’re not paid to ogle at one another.” You bit back an amused smile as she turned on her heel and swiftly clacked away into the main greeting hall

“She’s a bundle of fun, isn’t she?” You rolled your eyes as you heard her shout at another employee. That woman could wake the dead if she put a little more effort into her micromanaging. Turning back to Steven, you pushed yourself off the counter which you were leaning against and grabbed your coffee. “I’ll see you after my tour, yeah?” He nodded, and you winked before walking off. You just missed the way his cheeks reddened slightly as you left.

-

Three hours later, your tour was over, and ran surprisingly successfully. Packing up your materials, storing your laptop away in its respectable place in your bag, and making sure you hadn’t left anything lying around for Donna to lecture you about, you made your way over to Steven’s station. To your surprise, he wasn’t there. Very out of character for a shy and rue abiding employee. Donna was going to have his head for this. Setting your bag atop the counter, you stepped around it to look behind where Steven left his work possessions, in search of a note or something that might indicate where he had gone.

Three minutes of your searching passed, nothing to be seen. About to give up, you moved to turn around to leave, until two hands grabbed your waist, slinking around it until they rested on your stomach. You knew it was Steven, his unique touch burned into your memory, but it was strange for him to do this in such an open setting.

“Steven, what are you-”

“Shhh,” he whispered in your ear, voice dropped to a low baritone that nestled right in the space between your legs. “They’ll hear us.” There was something different about him. Darker, more intense. You loved it.

“What’s gotten into you?” You whispered back, before he spun you around for you to face him. “I’ve missed you,” he answered, eyes flitting between you and the door opposite his desk to make sure no one interrupted you. “We haven’t been able to have each other in so long, always being too busy with work. But then you come in dressed so pretty, and I can hear you in your tour, and I can’t help myself.” You liked this new side to him. More desperate, pleading, needing you now.

“So what do you want, Steven, hmm?” You wanted it in words. You knew exactly what he wanted from you. You just wanted to hear him say it. His eyes widened a little as he tried to keep his voice to a whisper.

“We- I want you. Need you. Now.” The cracks in his voice pushed you over the edge and you couldn’t deny him or yourself any longer. The second you nodded to give him what he wanted, he was pulling you into the storage room behind the gift shop. You eagerly pushed yourself through the door and as soon as you heard the door click behind you, you were being guided to the nearest unopened wooden crate. His lips pressed against yours wildly, frantically, as though he was trying to explore all of you at once. Steven’s hands roamed all over your body before settling on your waist, lifting you onto the crate. Standing between your opened legs, his hands were wandering all over again. Up your stomach, ghosting over your breasts and to the buttons of your shirt. Popping them off quickly and efficiently with deft fingertips, his lips never left yours as he pulled the shirt from your body. Your hands cupped his cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer to you. Soft whines expelled from his throat as his lips travelled south, peppering kisses along your jaw, down your neck, never leaving your skin. “Need to fuck you. Can I fuck you? Please?” His breathy moans were like ecstasy to you. You were entirely addicted to it.

You nodded, biting your lip as you felt his hands grope your breasts, thumbs brushing over pebbled nipples. “Right here? In the storage room where anyone could walk in?” You whispered back. He nodded eagerly, looking up at you with lustful, expectant eyes. “You needy thing. Of course you can, baby.” He wasted no time after hearing the words fall from your lips, fingers moving swiftly to your pants, undoing the button and zip in record time.

“Wanna taste you. Missed you so much.” Steven mumbled incoherent sentences and praises, barely heard by either of you. You wanted him. Badly. Wanted his touch, his lips, his tongue. Everything. You could barely register that he’d pulled down your pants and already dropped to his knees in front of you. He was looking up at you with puppy dog eyes, his large hands rubbing up and down your bare thighs. “Let me make you feel good. Please. I want to make you feel so good.”

Fuck it was heavenly when he begged for you like this. You grew wetter with every word he uttered. “Make me feel good, baby,” you whispered down to him, a sternness lacing your tone. An eager nod confirmed that that was exactly what Steven was about to do.

Within seconds, his head dove between your legs, tongue licking a stripe through your folds, but narrowly and intentionally avoiding your clit. He continued that a few times, his tongue working wonders on you, but your clit neglected. He was teasing you. He knew every inch of your body, spent many months committing it to memory. He knew every part of your body from head to toe, every part which made you moan, whine, cry out for more. He was doing this purposefully to you. As much as you’d want to punish him for teasing you like this, you needed him too badly.

Gripping his curls between your fingers, you tugged his head up a little so his eyes flicked up to your face. “Don’t tease me, baby. Or you won’t get what you want,” you warned, trying not to sound as fucked as you already felt. He nodded, humming quietly against your pussy before delving back in.

Sucking your clit into his mouth, he revelled in the breathy hitch in your throat as you tried to keep quiet. One hand stayed wrapped around your thigh while the other slipped between your legs, his fingertips finding your dripping hole. Pushing one finger in and curling it at a delicious angle to catch that spongey part inside you, he repeated the ministration with vigour to pull more moans from you, adding a second finger and scissoring them inside you.

He was too good at what he did. Not that you would have expected it from first glance. But he was a quick learner, and an enthusiastic one at that. There had been many nights where he had just explored you, learned your favourite places to be touched and kissed. He was your student, you his teacher, educating him on the ways of pleasure for both you and himself. By God, had it worked. He was practically skilled in the art of it.

You could feel it building fast. The pit in your stomach, coiling and churning into waves of expected pleasure that was about to crash over you. Your thighs caged his head in tighter, one hand gripping his hair to keep him in place while the other held you up, palm flat against the crate just behind you. “Oh fuck…fuck, fuck fuck. Yes right there,” you breathed out as his tongue and fingers worked in unison, faster and faster as he felt you getting closer. It crashed over you. Violently. Waves and waves of pleasure surging through your body, tensing all your muscles and clamping Steven in place as your orgasm took over you. You fought to keep quiet, your hand which previously rested atop his head, now flew to your mouth to cover your moans.

Coming down from your high, you saw Steven stand out of your peripheral vision, sucking the juices of his fingers and revelling in the taste.

“Fuck, what’s gotten into you?” You breathed out, panting a little. “I’m not mad or anything, just surprised.”

He grinned a little, standing between your legs once again, his chin glistening with your sweet release. His hands braced himself on either side of you, palms pressing into the crate as he leaned towards you. “You just looked so good, giving that tour, talking about history. I dunno, just couldn’t help it.” He had a dopey smile on his face as you pulled him in for a kiss, softly brushing your lips against his, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Me talking history turns you on?” You kissed his cheek, hands brushing down his chest, fingernails digging into his shirt as you raked them down his body. You felt him nod against your lips, and you smiled against his cheek in return. “Naughty, in the workplace you can’t even control yourself, huh, baby?” you practically heard him whimper at the words. He lived for the way you spoke to him. Craved it like a drug. Always wanted more, and to his happiness, you were always willing to give it. “Gonna fuck me in the museum? Where any of our co-workers could hear us?”

Steven as already nodding before you’d finished asking him the question. All he wanted was you. Wherever that happened to be, he was desperate for you and your touch. You smiled at him, one of your hands trailing down past the belt on his pants to the prominent bulge in his pants. Cupping it and squeezing it gently, you were already pulling such pretty noises from him. Your lips grazed his ear before you spoke again. “Come on then, baby boy, show me just how much you want me”. It was a miracle Donna didn’t hear what came after those words.

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[celtic-crossbow]

You’re My Gravity

Pairing: Daryl x GN!Reader

Setting: Commonwealth

Warnings: Mentions of illness

Summary: A virus has hit home not long after the events of 11x24 Rest in Peace. You’re doing all you can to help but you’re worried Daryl has already done too much.

A/N: Request by @twigg96 can be found here. I’m not super stoked about how this one turned out. I’m so sorry that it came out a hot mess. I hope it’s at least a little entertaining! Even so, I may do the other prompt you gave me as a show of apology.

Prompt: “Look, you don’t like hospitals, I know, but I don’t think we can wait any longer.”

The hospital was apparently the place to be that day. Lifting the box over your head, you muttered apologies while slipping between folks left and right. Suddenly, the bandana Daryl had tied over your mouth and nose didn’t seem so unreasonable. The Commonwealth had been hit with another nasty virus, thus effectively leaving a gap in their usually well stocked supplies.

You and Daryl had taken several others on a week-long run. You had been successful but the trip had left you tired, dirty, and longing for about three days in bed with your favorite bowman.

“G’on, get.” He had playfully shoved you toward the hospital and called Dog, walking away with a chuckle. He had definitely seen you stomping your feet like a disgruntled toddler.

“Someone order a bunch of medical shit with names I can’t and won’t even try to pronounce?” Giving the box a gentle shake, you greeted Tomi with a nod and a smile that he couldn’t see.

“You can’t pronounce band-aid?” The surgeon teased. He took the box from you and you stepped aside to allow the other boxes to be brought inside. “Looks like the trip was a success! Y/N, this is wonderful!”

“How dare you doubt me!” You feigned offense with a hand over your heart. “I’m wounded, sir!” He laughed with you but you could see the exhaustion on his face. Staff had been rotating to try and ease the burden, but even with volunteers, their numbers were minuscule. “Listen, I’m gonna go shower and hit the hay for a while but maybe I can come back later and help out?”

“Thank you, Y/N. Truly.”

You patted the man’s shoulder with a nod and made your way outside. The air felt nice with the gentle breeze whispering over your skin as you pulled down the bandana. Autumn had always been your favorite season. Though you didn’t know what month it was, it was clear that summer days had passed. The leaves had turned colorful and were falling. Daylight hours had lessened. Most of all, you didn’t feel like you were cooking in your own skin each time you stepped outside.

“Daryl, I’m home!” You closed the door behind you, hearing the tap-thump of Dog shooting down the stairs to greet you. “Hey, boy.” His bowl was quickly filled with some leftovers that had been set aside for him, and you continued upstairs, longing for sleep. The door to your room was closed, something Daryl often did when he was there before you. He was a light sleeper and would hear you enter that way.

Except today. You found yourself leaning against the doorframe to watch him sleep. The archer had not even pulled down the sheets, simply sprawled out over them, fully clothed. You were tired but never too tired to take care of him. Making your way to the bedside, you brushed his hair back and placed a kiss on his temple.

“Hey, you. Let’s get you settled properly, yeah?” His brow furrowed and relaxed, but he made no attempt to move. With a smile and a shake of your head, you moved down and started unlacing his boots. Maybe the movement would be enough to rouse him a bit. It wasn’t until you started pulling off the second boot that he stirred. “Hi.”

“Hey.” His gravelly voice was laced with sleep. He gently swatted away your hands when you reached for his shirt, intent on helping him remove it. Any other time, he would have definitely let you.

“You wanna shower?” You asked while stripping out of your own clothing.

“Nah.” His trousers hit the floor and he kicked them aside, stepping on the toes of his socks to pull them from his feet. Leaving his boxers on, he pulled back the sheets and climbed back into bed, watching you get yourself ready. You might tease him later about how adorable he looked with those long, slow blinks of half-lidded eyes.

You didn’t make him wait long before joining him. The moment you laid down to face him, his eyes closed. ‘He must be exhausted.’ You thought. Daryl would usually move about the house with nervous energy once he returned from outside the walls. He could never settle immediately. Still, he was known for running himself ragged for the community. You had to keep an eye on him.

You couldn’t be sure how long you laid there, watching him sleep. The next thing you knew was a pitch black room and an empty space next to you. You sat up and wiped at your eyes, squinting to see through the sleepy haze still clinging to your vision. Dog was perched at the bathroom door, nearly blocking the light creeping from underneath it. Knowing where Daryl was, you stretched and laid back down. Tomi would understand if you didn’t come in to volunteer.

Just as you closed your eyes, there was a quiet, distressed whine from Dog, followed by the unmistakable sound of retching. You were at the door in seconds. “Daryl?” He didn’t respond but the sink began to run. You looked down to see his shadow moving. You tried again, rapping your knuckles lightly against the wood. “You okay?”

The door opened and you immediately stepped back as Daryl emerged. He was already dressed though you wondered where he was going. It was hard to see in the dark but he appeared sweaty, his hair sticking to his neck.

“Daryl?”

“M’alright.” His voice was more hoarse than usual.

“Yeah, I’m not so sure about that. Were you just throwing up?” You eyed him suspiciously as he sat down (collapsed) onto the edge of the bed and began to pull on his boots. When he didn’t answer, you stepped closer. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Said m’fine.” There was no bite to his words. He just sounded…tired. When you reached for him, he leaned out of reach and stood, patting his leg to call Dog. “Takin’ him for a walk.”

“Okay.” You conceded. If he felt like walking around with Dog, he must not be too bad off. “Be safe.” The jerky nod was visible enough and then he was gone.

You crawled back into bed and stared up at the ceiling. ‘He’s fine.’ Time passed as you tossed and turned, sleeping in small increments only to wake up and find he had not yet returned. ‘He’ll be back soon. He’s okay.’ Sunrise came and went, and you told yourself that this was Daryl. It wasn’t abnormal for him to stay gone for hours. He was well known in the community. People were always asking for his help or advice. Ignoring the gnawing feeling in your gut, you went about making breakfast, enough for both of you. ‘He’s fine.’

You were raking the eggs onto two plates when there was a strange sound at the front door. The pan and plates were quickly forgotten. “Hello?” You called just a few steps from the entrance. When the scratching happened again, it was accompanied by a familiar bark. “Dog?” The door was jerked open so fast that the poor animal leapt back, but his barking persisted tenfold once he saw you.

And Daryl was nowhere in sight.

That feeling of dread was back. “Where’s Daryl, boy?” You didn’t bother changing out of your t-shirt and flannel pants, and the house slippers on your feet were going to get the job done. Dog bolted and you followed, leaving the door open behind you. People were moving about, offering waves and greetings but you ignored them. Daryl would never send Dog unless he couldn’t come to you himself and there was no person he could send instead to tell you not to worry.

Dog cut down a narrow alley, quite a ways ahead of you. He knew you could see him. That dog was smarter than most humans you knew. The alley was one you knew well. It was a way to cut through the center of town and get to Carol’s house. You wondered why he would send Dog from Carol’s as you turned to enter the alley. And your heart stopped.

Dog was jumping around and barking in front of a figure slumped against the wall. And you’d know that mop of hair anywhere.

“Daryl!”

The concrete stung your knees when you dropped to his side, immediately assessing your partner. The first thing you noticed was the heat radiating from his skin. The second thing was the puddle of sick a few feet away.

“Goddamn you, you stubborn jackass!” You admonished him loudly, taking his face between your hands to lift his chin from his chest. His eyes snapped open, fever bright and wild. It took a moment for recognition to seep into his gaze.

“Y/N.” He sounded worse than he had last night.

“Dog, go get help! Go on, boy!” The canine tilted his head, barked once, and then took off while you turned your attention back to the archer. “Daryl Dixon, I knew you were sick!” You shouted while he coughed into his elbow.

“Maybe jus’ a lil’.”

You opened your mouth to speak but didn’t get the chance before he shoved you back a few feet. “What the fuck?”

“Don’t want ya gettin’ sick too.” The look he gave you conveyed that he hadn’t meant to push you that hard. “M’sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You moved right back into his space and could have laughed at his expression. “If I get sick, we’ll handle it then.” You brushed his hair behind his ears and away from his face as he let his head fall back against the wall. “Look, you don’t like hospitals, I know, but I don’t think we can wait any longer.” You looked up to footsteps running toward you. Carol and Aaron, followed by Dog.

Daryl gave a nod, resigned. “Yeah, okay.”

“He sick?” Aaron asked. He was already pulling up his bandana before you nodded. Carol quickly followed suit and kneeled down beside Daryl.

“Hey, Pookie.” She mimicked your earlier gesture of brushing back his hair. “Can you stand?”

You stood and stepped back so Aaron could move in to help. Daryl looked like he might try to get up on his own but then deflated and shook his head.

It was a long, slow walk but the four of you finally made it. Carol and Aaron stood outside while Tomi looked Daryl over and asked about his symptoms, confirming it was indeed the same virus. He was quickly given a fever reducer and was asleep before they started the IV for fluids. You refused to leave his side, but no one was brave enough to ask you to in the first place.

It had been hours since you’d arrived. You were gazing out the window when you heard the archer stirring. Turning, you watched quietly as his brow furrowed just before his eyes blinked open. It was easy to tell he was confused, as well as when everything came back to him. He slowly looked around until his eyes landed on you. You stared back but said nothing. It was he who looked away first.

“S’pose you’re pissed off, huh?” He asked quietly, intently focused on picking at his palm.

“Damn right, I’m pissed off.” He didn’t flinch but you could tell he wasn’t unaffected. You stood there for a few moments longer before sighing and plopping down in the chair beside his bed. You reached for the hand he was picking at and pulled it toward you, lacing your fingers through his. “Why didn’t you just tell me you were sick? It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve taken care of you.”

Daryl lowered his eyes, his free hand now toying with a loose thread on the blanket. The man never could keep from fidgeting when having a one-on-one conversation. “S’just—they depend on me, y’know? If m’sick—”

“There are others that can step up so you can take care of yourself, Daryl.” You watched him nod but he still looked ashamed, guilty. “We’re not in Alexandria anymore.” You reminded him, hooking your finger under his chin with the hand that wasn’t squeezing his own. Guiding him to find your gaze, you offered him a smile. “There are more people here. Things run more smoothly. You’re the best they’ve got and they know that. They appreciate it. But if you need downtime, they’ve got your back.” You lifted his hand to press a kiss to his wrist. “I’ve got your back. You just have to let to me. Okay?”

He was quiet for a moment or two, and you thought he might argue. Miraculously, he nodded.

“Yeah, okay.”

“No more hiding shit? Especially shit that could end with you on the opposite side of aliveness?”

“Sure.”

“Daryl.” You shot him a warning glance, accompanied by a small smile.

“I’ll work on it.”

You seemed to consider it for a moment before nodding. “I’ll take that. Now scoot.”

“Wha—hey!” He moved over slowly as you climbed onto the bed with him and curled up into his side. “M’sick, dumbass! You’re gonna get it too!” He tilted his head with an expression of exasperation when your shoulders shook with laughter. “I miss somethin’?”

“I started throwing up half an hour ago. Tomi went to get more fluids and junk.”

“You’re jokin’.”

“Even here, we get to be roomies!”

“Wish I’d stayed in the alley.” He teased hoarsely, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer while you continued to giggle. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and yawned.

He’d sleep better with you there anyway.

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

thinkin’ about Bucky who is freshly released from HYDRA, still wary and a little bit feral. He doesn’t know how to manage himself and his new freedom, and neither does Steve.

But they both know that the only person they really feel comfortable around is each other.

Bucky curls tight into Steve at night, under blankets and as close to Steve as possible. Steve holds him like it’s his only job in the world, because to him it is. He holds Bucky’s waist and calls him a good boy, says he’s so loved and so safe. Bucky practically purrs, and responds in a litany of languages.

“Мой. Мой Стиви.” he’ll whisper, and Steve will press a kiss to his nose or forehead and Bucky will melt further into him.

He doesn’t go outside of the apartment much. Being tortured by a secret agency for 90 years will give anyone agoraphobia. So Bucky sticks to Steve’s side at all times, and Steve is more than happy to shower his sweet angel with all the love and affection he has in him.

So it’s not unusual when Steve will be working on the couch and Bucky will come up with a blanket draped over him and a tired look on his face. Steve will just set his work aside, open up his arms, and hold his perfect boy until he falls asleep. He’s had to learn a bit of Russian to be able to understand his baby, especially when he’s really tired.

“Можем ли мы посмотреть шоу о природе?” Bucky will ask, and even if it takes Steve a minute to understand, he’ll nod and turn on the nature documentary.

It’s progress when Steve comes home to find fresh cookies on the counter, and a proud Bucky sitting on the couch.

“Did you make these, Bucky?” Steve will smile, and Bucky will nod happily.

Steve will lean down and kiss him and Bucky will purr and smile brighter than Steve’s seen since he left HYDRA.

And it’s even more progress when Bucky calls Steve on a Wednesday afternoon, and starts rambling in quick Russian (or is it Ukrainian? Steve has a hard time telling sometimes) and Steve has to tell him to slow down.

That’s when Steve learns that Bucky went on a walk today with the service dog provided by SHIELD. All by himself. Steve quickly excuses himself from the building and runs home to shower his darling in praise and cuddles because he is so goddamn proud of him.

Bucky giggles and kisses back, and Steve is totally not crying because he’s getting his best guy back.

That’s all!! Just wanted to share my silly stucky thoughts with you!

Google translated, take with a grain of salt, lol:

"Мой. Мой Стиви." My, my Stevie "Можем ли мы посмотреть шоу о природе?" Can we watch a nature show?

S O B B I N G

Feral Bucky is the fucking worst because he rips my heart out but also the fucking best because there's just...

🤌🏻something about him🤌🏻

So damaged and broken yet so innocent and sweet, too. Burdened by so much but not by social norms. You know. You understand. Clearly.

Feral Bucky, who struggles with words but is especially physical and needy in that way, lives in the deepest parts of my soul. It worms its way into my brain and makes me feral. Words are hard, but touch is easy--when it's Steve, touch is easy.

This is beautiful. Thank you. I love this. I hold it very close to my chest.

#asks #alamiono #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #anon provided writing #sillysickly

[undercoversasa]

Hiiiii! Could you write a Marcus x fem reader? Idk if you write smut, it’s okay if you don’t and you can just leave that out but I’d like fluffy and angsty smut please. :) or just fluffy with some angst in there somewhere. Maybe something with him climbing into readers room or her climbing into his at some point? But please don’t write anything where reader or Marcus cheats/cheated. Thank you!!!!

Hi yes of course I can write that

his actions are kind of ooc

Wounded Dove

It was Friday night. Ginny and I had gotten into an argument over mom’s suspected murder. I knew mom would never hurt anyone unless it was for our family. Unless there was a reason.

I was the eldest daughter of Georgia Miller, y/n. Ginny and I are the same age but not twins. I came along when mom married my dad, Anthony. To be blunt, I’m her stepdaughter. He was a shit dad to be honest. After his death she took me in. Growing up we had moved between so many different locations that me and my siblings barely had any time to make friends or find where we belonged. Our newest location being Wellsbury. We’ve actually been here long enough to find friend groups and love interests. Mom seemed to be settling in quite well with multiple guys as per usual. I ship her the most with Joe, a total sweet eye candy. Although it seems she much rather prefers the mayor. Ginny has hit it off with this boy named Hunter. He’s good for her, he makes her happy. I happened to hit it off with our neighbor, Marcus Baker. He’s a total eye candy and he rides a motorcycle somewhat like Zion. Me and him had a connection ever since the first day we ran into each other and ever since we made things official between us he started to call me his dove. Lately he’s been sneaking into my room to have make out sessions but it hasn’t gotten to second or third base quite yet. I was hoping today would be the day until the fight with Ginny happened. Now I just sat pathetically crying in my room, having completely forgotten the fact that Marcus would come over. I didn't realize his presence in the room until I heard a slight coughing. “You good, dove?” he approached my side.

“Yea, I’m fine” fidgeting with my hands. “you know you can talk to me about anything, I’m always gonna be here for you” I sighed “thanks it’s just Ginny” I didn't really want to burden him about my family issues but I knew that I could trust him. “What happened? Did she do something to you?” he inquired whilst holding my hands. “it’s just we got into an argument over Georgia. She’s always being so rude to her and for whatever reason she believes she’s always out to get her. She’s our mom for Christ sake.” Speaking of this made me recall how Ginny called our mom a “dangerous woman” who could “hurt us” and it made me feel sick. “ dove, you know her relationship with your mom is complicated. Don’t stress yourself over it because I assure you, it probably won’t end any time soon.”

I realized I probably ruined the mood for the plans we had tonight but I really had looked forward to it so here goes nothing. “can we kiss?” when I said that his face turned slightly red and we began to make out. He certainly knew his way around these kinds of things. Things started to get heated and before I knew it, his hands were up my shirt fumbling with the straps of my bra while I tried my best to aid him. Finally with a bit of struggling we got my top off and we’re just about to take of the rest of our clothes when all of a sudden someone pounds on the door “Y/N YOU BETTER NOT BE GETTING FRISKY WITH WHITE BOI IN YOUR ROOM” ah shit… it’s mom. that’s kind of the end please let me know what you think

#marcus baker x fem!reader #marcus baker x reader #ginny and georgia #light angst #Very light smut #awkward moments #y/n miller

[lonelywhalien22]

trust me

pairing: bang chan x reader

rating/genre: comfort, fluff, sprinkle of angst

summary: you're having a bad day and your boyfriend chan is there to try and make you feel better.

warnings: reader is low key hella sad in this (take care of yourselves yall <3) + a steamy kiss (very self indulgent ik i'm sorry)

word count: 2.7k

song(s) to listen to while reading: steamroller by phoebe bridgers (reader is hella sad so are we surprised lol), renee's song by bazzi, fall by chloe x halle

note: while i try to tame some bigger fic ideas into submission i'll occasionally polish up + share some of my more decent smaller pieces from years past. pretty sure i wrote this one in the throws of the p*ndemic while struggling with college and feeling hella touch starved...so yeah...enjoy lol <3

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It was one of those days - one where that funny feeling had bubbled up inside of you, seemingly out of nowhere. You knew it all too well by now, knew its signs and its symptoms. One moment you’d be fine, and then it would happen - a dreaded phone call for an appointment that you could no longer put off, a tedious task at work, a much needed item that you’d misplaced and couldn’t find - sometimes it was all of these things in one day and more, and suddenly you weren’t ok. And as much as you’d try to not let all the frustrations of life get to you, as much as you’d try to hold on to the good, to the light, sometimes bit by bit it would still slip from your grasp until you were tired of trying and there was nothing left inside of you but a dull gray.

You hated when you got in these sorts of moods - used to think there'd be some stage in life, some milestone you could reach, thing you could achieve that would make them go away forever, but you’d survived enough of them by now to know that it was a lifelong battle. There were highs and lows, and today just happened to be one of the lows.

Today also just happened to be one where your boyfriend Bang Chan was supposed to be coming over. His presence was one that so often brought light into your life - fun and laughter and a smile to every situation, but despite having accepted that you were in a sour mood, the thought of him seeing you this way made you feel worse instead of better - like a recluse undeserving of such sweet affection. As if he could hear your thoughts from afar, your cellphone began ringing on the kitchen table, temporarily snapping you right out of your self pity.

“Am I still good to stop by in an hour?" You could practically hear the excitement in his voice, imagining his charming smile immediately, but the warmth in your chest only lasted for a second before you just felt even more upset with yourself. You didn’t wanna burden him with your feelings - tramp all over his joy with your frustration.

"Hey Chan. I'm sorry, but I'm kind of feeling like trash right now." You thought maybe that would be the end of it, hoped that he would read between the lines, but he was completely oblivious, a caring tone seeping into his words as he tried to help you instead.

"Are you sick? I can pick up something for you and bring it by if you want.”

"No, that's not exactly it," you began, struggling to find the words. There was a long pause on the line, and you could hear Chan shifting, as if he was sitting up. You cursed in your head. There was no way he was gonna let this go now - not when you were being so distant. 

“Babe, you know you can tell me anything right?” His use of the nickname made your heart flutter again, gently coaxing you to open up to him - to be honest.

“I know.” 

“Then talk to me.”

“I just…I don’t know, it’s stupid.”

“Nothing you say is stupid,” Chan said immediately. “Tell me what’s going on.”

You let out a sigh before nervously continuing. “It’s just…sometimes I’ll get in this really weird headspace and it makes me feel like crap and...I'm just annoyed with myself. I'm sorry if that doesn't make any sense...I think maybe I just need to be alone right now," you tried to get the last words out but began to break down a little as you really thought about what you’d said. Something about hearing it out loud made it feel all the more real, your eyes beginning to water and throat beginning to dry up.

“It sounds like you're upset. You sure you don't want me to come over?” 

You took a big breath, trying to calm yourself before speaking again, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find it in you to say anything else. It felt paralyzing - being stuck between the part of you that just wanted him to be with you and the part that was afraid you’d scare him away forever with your feelings. The more you thought about it the more emotional you got, and you felt a tear run down your cheek before you started to sob silently into the phone.

"Babe? Y/n?” Chan asked, voice becoming laced with concern. 

"Yeah?" It was all you could manage to sob out.

"I'm coming over right now," he said quickly, making the decision for you. You could already hear shuffling sounds in the background as he presumably scrambled to grab his things.

"Give me like twenty minutes ok? And just stay on the line with me please? Can you do that for me?" 

"Yeah. I'm sorry." 

“There's nothing to be sorry for," Chan said softly.

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In less than twenty minutes you heard a hurried knock on your door. Hanging up on your phone, you pulled yourself off of the couch and shuffled over to the entrance of your apartment, unlocking and pulling open the door to reveal your boyfriend's slightly panicked face.

“Hey…” he whispered gently when he saw you. You moved out of the way and he quickly stepped inside, setting down a bunch of bags before he turned back around and immediately enveloped you in his arms. The warmth of his body pressed against yours easily disarmed you, walls falling down so that all you could think about was his sturdy embrace. 

"I'm sorry,” you mumbled into his chest, trying to look at him. “I didn't mean to worry y-" 

"Hmm. Shush. No apologizing. Just let me hold you for a minute, yeah?" 

You nodded your head against him, silent as you slowly relaxed all the muscles in your body and let yourself really feel his warmth, feel all of the love radiating from his body into yours. He smelled like his shower gel, a hint of spearmint seeping into your lungs as your breathing began to slow and your eyes closed, whizzing thoughts in your head beginning to dissipate one by one. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his black sweater, holding on as if you never wanted to let go, and he let you - staying wrapped around you for an entire minute, just like he said. One of his hands stayed firmly wrapped around your waist while the other went up to start rubbing all the way from your head to the middle of your back, repeating the motion leisurely. You released a sigh of content as he did this, feeling yourself start to calm down, heart rate beginning to slow. Eventually he loosened his arms just enough to pull back a little and look at your tear-stained face.

"Let's sit down and I'll get you some food to eat hmm?" he said quietly, thumb wiping across your wet cheeks. You nodded, feeling a bit like a child as he lead you to your couch and wrapped a blanket around you before getting you some food from one of the bags he brought. When he came back you noticed his hair was a bit wet, presumably still drying from a shower he must have taken right before calling you, strands curling from the dampness. And as you looked down at the container of food he’d placed in your hands you realized it was your favorite meal from your favorite place. He even remembered how you always asked for extra sauce. 

Chan stayed silent as you slowly picked up your fork and began to eat, still sniffling a little. He easily found the remote to your tv, switching it on in a practiced familiarity, and put on one of your favorite movies, letting it play softly in the background before digging in to his own food.

When you’d both finished eating, he silently patted his lap, and you knew without any explanation that he was asking you to lean yourself back into his embrace. You did so shyly, Chan grabbing the blanket and draping it around the two of you before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you even closer. Finally you relaxed, leaning your head into the crook of his neck and turning slightly so that you could shamelessly wrap your arms around his middle, no longer even focusing on the tv at all. It felt so comforting to be in his arms that your eyes immediately began to close, his embrace luring you to sleep.

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When you woke up it was dark outside. You blinked a couple times, shifting slightly before realizing that you were still completely wrapped up in Chan’s arms. To your embarrassment, you caught him peeking at you with the softest look on his face, your heart beating a little faster because you’d never been this close to him for so long before. 

“Better?” he asked you simply, thumb moving to rub against your elbow gently.

You opened your eyes a bit wider, immediately beginning to shift up on the couch.

“I’m sorry, I didn't realize how late it was," you said quickly instead of answering his question, feeling guilty as you shifted a little from his embrace. You’d essentially used him as your own personal pillow for who knows how many hours. “I didn’t mean to keep you here like that for so long,” you continued to ramble, but Chan only shook his head in response.

“Y/n. Hey - look at me,” Chan said with a soothing tone. You stopped your shuffling and did as he asked.

“Do you feel better?” he repeated his question from earlier, and you finally nodded a little before picking at the blanket on your lap.

“Yeah. I’m just sorry I wasted your time because of some dumb mood I was in," you responded, annoyed with yourself as you pushed your hair out of your face roughly.

“You know it’s not a crime to feel sad, right?” Chan started gently after a couple beats of silence, clearly trying to find the right words as his thumb continued to lightly rub against your skin. “Even if there isn’t a clear reason - that doesn’t make how you’re feeling any less real.”

“I guess.” You dismissed his words easily, clearly not taking them to heart.

"Why do you always do that?" he asked lightly.

"What do you mean?”

"Talk yourself down. Dismiss how you're feeling,” he elaborated, a little concern in his voice once again. “It makes me worry about you.” 

Your eyes widened in surprise before you looked off to the side. 

“I don’t know, I guess it’s just out of habit.”

Chan tapped your elbow, silently asking you to look at him again. 

"Can I tell you something?” he whispered into the quiet. You nodded curiously.

"I care about you - so much that it scares me sometimes,” he said earnestly, raking a hand through his hair. "You're so thoughtful, so kind, such an amazing listener - you make it so easy for me to be honest about how I'm feeling, and I've never felt more comfortable talking to anyone else,” he continued, looking down a little as he said that last part.

His words made you feel shy all over again, not expecting him to be so open with you. You willed yourself to keep looking at him.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that…I wanna make you feel safe too - safe to share how you’re feeling with me, the good and the bad. Because that’s how you make me feel.” 

“Chan…” you said, lightly smacking his arm in jest as you looked away from him, tears flooding your eyes for a different reason. But he just leaned forward and kissed your temple, pulling you back into his arms gently before continuing.

“Trust me, ok?” Chan asked as you nodded into his chest. “I want you to know that you can always share how you’re feeling with me - even if it’s sad or you don’t think it makes any sense - even if I can’t fix it for you - I’ll always at least be here to listen, I promise. Just don’t hide from me, yeah?”

Tears were falling from your eyes now - not because you were sad, but because Chan’s care for you felt so unconditional, so devoid of judgement - and you’d never known care like that from a partner before. You didn’t have any words to respond in that moment - all you knew was that you wished the two of you could stay on your couch, just like this, forever. 

"I didn't mean to make you cry again," Chan said, a little worried as he saw your expression. "Let me get you some t -”

But you leaned up and kissed him gently, cutting off his words. This wasn't your first kiss, but it was definitely the first that you had initiated. Usually you would just stare at his lips longingly or give the tiniest of hints until he finally caught on to what you wanted, but this time you couldn't hold yourself back. You just felt this boost of confidence, an unrelenting need to express a feeling that words couldn't define. 

Chan was shocked at first, but he quickly fell into it, closing his eyes and immediately wrapping his hands around your waist oh so gently as his lips began to move against yours slowly, lightly, with the utmost care. You each tilted your heads instinctively to opposite sides, still not coming up for any air as you maneuvered yourself back into his lap and brought a hand up to caress the side of his face before combing your fingers through his hair instead, a tiny noise of contentment leaving you in that moment. 

“Y/n…” he groaned softly against your smiling lips. 

"Hmmm?" you responded, still in a feeling of utter bliss. Your other hand was rubbing across his upper chest and shoulder soothingly, and you leaned in and kissed him again before he could even muster enough sense to respond, unable to stop yourself. Chan’s lips began moving against yours again, and he started to lean forward until your back was against a pillow on the couch and he was hovering over you completely. It felt as if he was trying to reach your heart with just the movements his warm, pillowy lips made against yours.

His thumbs started rubbing soothing circles into your waist and you felt like you were floating on a cloud, mind becoming hazy as your head became filled with thoughts of him and only him. He left three final pecks on your lips, finally mustering enough self control to pull back before things got even more heated. His hands slid from your waist all the way up to your cheeks, caressing them softly. 

You were smiling softly but genuinely, in complete bliss as he leaned in and kissed your forehead sweetly before finally saying, “I love you, you know?"

“I love you too,” you whispered quietly, just enough for him to hear. 

He rubbed his thumb near the corner of your lips, eyes crawling all over your face before he said a little regretfully, "I hate for this to end but I don't wanna keep you up any later than it already is."

“Then just stay over for the night. Please?" you begged a little bit and put a pout on your face. He immediately kissed it off of you and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

"Are you sure?"

Neither of you had ever spent the night at each other's place, so it was completely new territory and you could tell he didn’t want to seem like he was taking advantage of the entire situation. You shifted up a little to kiss his forehead back.

“Chan, I want you to. I promise. Please?”

You meant every word. You wanted nothing more than to hold him all night long.

"Ok," he said quietly, grin growing on his face until you saw that cheeky smile you loved so dearly.

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That night was one of the most peaceful you’d ever had in recent memory. Buried deep under your sheets, nestled under the stars, you curled yourself into his arms - so close that you could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, slow and steady. And you fell asleep just like that - sweet dreams eventually melting away into the morning sun.

#bang chan imagines #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #bang chan fluff #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #bang chan x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader

[hyuckbeam]

try again

things don’t seem to be going the way you’ve been wanting them to go the entire week. to make things even worse than they already are, your boyfriend (or rather ex-boyfriend) dumped you in front of the entire campus. you can’t seem to lift yourself up and try again — well, that is until he comes into your life.

pairing | college barista!jeno x college student!reader

genre | fluff, angst, college au

warnings + notes | afab!reader, a bit of cursing, ex-bf being a red flag, mentions of alcohol, roomie!ningning, that’s p much it!

wc | 5.1k words

a/n | im super duper excited to finally release this chapter of the tttc series!! personally, i just like the overall flow of this one and i hope u do too!! let me know what u think abt it :> as always, rbs, likes, and feedback are appreciated!

song recs | all 4 nothing - lauv, the loneliest time - carly rae jepsen, tfw (that feeling when) - enhypen

tttc m.list, main m.list

the first time you met him was seriously by coincidence.

your stomach had you hurling for the past few days, not to mention how sore you were from phys-ed class yesterday. you still remember asking your coach to let you off the hook for the day, but they denied your request – oh well, they were never a great teacher anyways, you think to yourself. your own boyfriend hadn't even checked up on you once to ask if you were doing alright. it’s not like you were going to burden him or anything… you just wanted a little bit of reassurance to get you through the week. was that so much to ask for?

as if all odds were finally in your favor, a light buzz from your phone snaps you out of your thoughts. you pick it up to see your boyfriend’s caller id. maybe this was it. maybe the gods finally heard your pleas to make life just a teensy bit bearable for you.

“hey, i think we should meet up for a moment. do you have time?” is the first thing he’s told you all week and for some reason, instead of the comfort you were anticipating, all you felt was sheer annoyance. not even a simple how are you? the lack of emotion he’s displayed just breaks your heart even more than it already is.

you still manage to reply, mimicking his dry tone instinctively. “yeah, where?” it's faint, but you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a little hope in you. maybe he wants to meet in person to give you a hug, maybe a kiss? you desperately want that to be true.

“at the campus open grounds, you know, the one near that coffee shop?” he suggests through the call and you once your head despite him not even being able to see you. “okay, i’ll see you then.”

you couldn’t even believe he just asked if you knew where the open grounds were located. doesn’t he remember that’s the place he asked you out? perhaps it was an important event only to you. the thought manages to send a dry chuckle out your throat — it already didn’t seem like your little meetup with him was going to be of any help to your mood.

not much time had passed by the time you arrived at the chosen spot, setting your sights on a nearby bench to rest your feet as you waited.

a lot of people crowded the grounds today. it wasn’t usually this jam-packed, but you suppose the bright and sunny weather encouraged people to roam around outside. after all, the sky hadn’t been this pretty shade of vibrant blue in a while. you’re thankful the weather is good — at least something seems to be turning out well today.

your boyfriend arrives, albeit later than expected, even though he was the one who asked you to come out in the first place. you had been scorched by the sun’s rays for over ten minutes now, wanting nothing more than to just head back indoors.

“sorry i uh… took a while. i’ll make this short.” he states awkwardly, a bit too much considering you were dating. “i’m breaking up with you. i just fell out of love, you know that feeling, right?” your relationship was never the best, this was inevitably going to happen someday, but hearing it out loud was what did it for you.

out loud… wait. you look around to find practically everyone around you whispering to themselves, watching the scene between you and your boyfriend unfold — eating it up like it's the plot of a famous drama.

the shame, the anger, the embarrassment, you just wanted to get away from it all. the hope you gained earlier was all an illusion. your days weren’t going to get any better as the week just became like the stuff that comes out of nightmares. you utterly felt sick to the bottom of your stomach. not only did you get dumped, you got dumped in front of so many people.

without saying another word to your boyfriend — or should you say ex-boyfriend — you grab your things and take a run towards the nearest alleyway that just happened to be the one at the back of the coffee shop.

you crouch down to the floor, curling up into yourself as best as you could before finally letting emotions overtake you, just enough to calm you down. surely no one would find you here if you let out a tear or two, right?

wrong. whoever put that idea to your brain was a big dumbass (whoever being you) because a boy emerges through the shop’s backdoor and into the alleyway, presumably taking out the trash since he’s holding a familiar-looking black plastic bag. however, he quickly stops in his tracks, noticing your presence when there was usually no one else there. the alley was pretty dark after all – it gave most people the creeps but here you were, willingly occupying a small portion of the horrid area while bawling your eyes out. “um… i don’t usually do this, but do you want a cup of hot chocolate?” the guy offers, rubbing his nape sheepishly after noticing your tear-stained cheeks.

you can’t help but silently thank him for not bringing up your appearance in the conversation. you probably looked like a disheveled tomato by now, prompting you to wipe your tears with your arm to at least make yourself look presentable. “actually… yeah, that would be nice.”

you got a better look at him now that you were seated in the cafe, the warm lighting easing your nerves little by little. as expected of him, there’s a welcoming aura that surrounds his figure, a calm smile that’s sure to brighten up anyone’s day (including yours), a tiny little mole below his eye, and the shiniest hair that made you want to touch it — that probably wasn’t the most appropriate thought you’ve had all day.

what you didn’t expect was that he’d actually give that cup of hot chocolate free of charge. you didn’t even know who he was (and probably vice versa). still, it made you gain back a little bit of hope that was lost. with a soft smile now spread across your lips, you begin to ponder that maybe today could still turn out to be better for you.

-0-

the rest of your day goes better than anticipated, and you’re beginning to think that barista you met at the coffee shop is some sort of miracle worker or a lucky charm. even if he wasn’t, you sure do feel lucky you ran into him – though the situation wasn’t exactly the most ideal in hindsight. still, the thought manages to keep your spirits high all the way until you reach back to your dorm.

“ning yizhuo!” your sudden call turns two heads in the room, one being the said person, and the other being her cousin, renjun. the latter often came by and you were quite used to his presence and practically saw him as a brother.

“oh no, not the government name!” a sarcastic tone laces your roommate’s voice. truthfully, she had already heard about your breakup and was expecting you to be bawling your eyes right about now… except… you weren’t. in fact, you had a beaming smile displayed for everyone to see. weird – renjun had probably thought the exact same thing as they gave each other identical looks.

this goes completely unnoticed by you, dropping your bags before making yourself comfortable by the couch. “seriously, you guys won’t believe what happened earlier.”

“... you got dumped?” renjun voices out slowly, almost as if he’s testing the waters still.

“no! i mean yes, but that’s not what i was going to talk about.”

“why aren’t we talking about that? your ex was a douche- i can finally talk shit about him!” ningning cheers.

renjun clears his throat, “more importantly though, are you really fine?”

his words linger in your head for a bit. were you really okay? genuinely speaking, you didn’t feel much – probably because you expected your relationship to fall out eventually. both of you wanted different things and came to realize that. there was an underlying feeling of gratitude that your ex finally cut through the cracks of your bond, but you could definitely do without all the public shame though. that might continue to haunt you, but what’s done, was done.

“mhm, i’m really fine. i’ll get over him sooner or later.” you answer softly. both renjun and ningning could tell you were certain, silently agreeing within themselves to drop the topic completely. “but gosh, i probably wouldn’t have been able to make it through the day if it weren’t for that barista guy in the coffee shop.

you see renjun’s ears visibly perk up at the mention of a barista there, like he already knew who you were referring to. “do you mean the guy who works there? y’know, the one who kind of looks like a fluffy white dog and has a mole under his eye?” god, was he spot on with the description too.

“that’s him!” you gasp out, still in slight shock. you suppose renjun frequents the shop – especially since that’s where he and his girlfriend go to study. “huang renjun, are you psychic?”

that seems to bring out a snort in him, “you just knew that now?” he remarks rather playfully, “actually, his name is jeno. we’ve been friends for a pretty long while now.”

ah, so his name is jeno. you wouldn’t tell anyone, but you mayhaps ingrained that piece of information straight to your heart.

the second time you met him, you just wanted to see him one more time after.

ever since you learned about his name from renjun, he seemed to pop up in almost every conversation you engaged with. was he always this popular or were you just really ignorant to the people around you? it’s crazy how much you’ve been thinking about him ever since.

“put a finger down if you’ve gotten butterflies from a stranger!” frankly, you’re startled at the command, forgetting that you were in the middle of a ‘never have i ever’ game with your group of friends. jeno just so happened to be there too since your friend groups actually aligned well within each other. with him personally being around, you couldn’t seem to focus on anything except him. it’s the nudge ningning aims at your shoulder that gets you placing a finger down, remembering you’re still part of the game. you suppose your brief interaction with jeno does count as part of this…

this small action had the entire group cooing. it was a bit overwhelming, not knowing what to do when so many eyes were set on you. wanting to brush it off, you simply give a shy smile to the crowd, persuading them to not go any further and just continue on with the game. luckily, that’s exactly what they do and you’re met with sweet relief – finally letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in the first place.

still, your gaze shifts back at jeno. had he realized you were the person that bawled their eyes out in the back alleyway of the coffee shop? had he realized you were the one he offered a free cup of hot chocolate to? had he realized you were staring at him like he held the entire universe in his hands?

but most importantly, had you realized he was looking back at you the same way? no? maybe that’s for the best.

the air was getting too stuffy in the room for your liking, you had to excuse yourself out for some fresh air. it was already pretty dark out and you weren’t sure when your friends would finally call it a night. frankly, the breeze was much colder now (and you kind of regret not bringing a jacket out), but at the same time it was calming and quiet – a sharp contrast to the lively atmosphere held inside.

that serene silence was cut off by the faint sound of footsteps coming from the main door, jeno’s figure coming into view. what was he doing out here?

“hey… inside got too much, huh?” guess you and him share that opinion as you nod in agreement.

“a little?” your nose scrunches up at the thought. “i don’t usually mind it but it does get me swamped sometimes.”

a small hum is what comes out as a reply, the both of you opting for the comfortable silence the night bears. a few ruffling sounds are heard coming from jeno and before you could ask him what was making the noise, you felt warmth embrace you from behind. it was a jacket. not just any jacket, his jacket.

“sorry, did i startle you? it’s just, you looked cold.” truth be told, you were far from cold after his gesture. isn’t this something someone would do when they’re in a relationship? why was jeno doing this… with you?

it was then you unconsciously already had your mind made up. you weren’t going to acknowledge it yet, but you were completely over your ex.

-0-

there was absolutely no chance of you getting sleep that night, especially after the events beforehand. though you enjoyed every moment you spent with jeno, you kinda preferred having a full night’s worth of sleep right about now. it’s a good thing ningning was able to grace you with a cup of coffee as soon as you woke up — you don’t think you would have gotten out of bed otherwise.

“seriously, what’s up with you two!” ningning squints her eyes with suspicion glazed over them, trying to get some sort of answer regarding your situation with jeno.

“it’s not what you think it is.”

“then what is it?”

huh. she had a point there. just what is your relationship with lee jeno? it was a little foggy to yourself as well. the both of you never had much conversations, but when you did, they managed to send cupid arrows straight to your heart without fail. this was so much unlike your past relationship. when was the last time you ever felt this way?

“it’s just small conversations, that’s all it is.” you finally reply, words acting more like a reminder to yourself rather than an actual response to ningning’s query.

“is that really true?” your roommate frowns with a sigh, “you know, i noticed the way he looks at you. it’s different from others.”

“you’re probably mistaking his kindness for something else, ning. i doubt this’ll even lead to anything.” your statement is brief, but ningning manages to catch the light thread of hope in your words, understanding you wished it would lead to more. that’s all she needed to know. she knew better than to push you just to ease her own mind from the heapload of questions she has stored away.

“just know, whatever happens, i’ll always support you, okay?” she smiles brightly like the gentle rays of sunshine that slip through your dorm’s sill curtains. “okay.”

the third time you met him, you wished for nothing more but to remain in his company.

it’s just midday and you already feel like falling asleep. naturally, your feet bring you to the campus coffee shop, not registering the fact that jeno’s probably working his shift. in this moment, you were too sleep deprived to care.

“hi, can i get one chocolate chip frappucino-” you finally look up to see jeno’s familiar face right in front of you, recallings of the night before plaguing your thoughts and sending a surge of adrenaline in your body. suddenly, you were wide awake and could probably last the whole day with or without the coffee you were about to purchase.

“y/n, it’s nice to see you.” he greets softly, eyes scanning your features to find dark bags staining your usually lively eyes. “i think i’ll add another shot of espresso to your drink… you might need it.” he mutters out, more so to himself.

you can’t help but smile, finding his slight worry for your well-being to be endearing. “i’ll add that espresso shot then.” you chuckle, catching him off guard as he didn’t expect you to hear him.

“i’ll make sure to prepare your drink well.” he finally replies, punching in your order as you move to find a seat to occupy while you wait.

it doesn’t take long for jeno to approach your table, a drink with a swirly straw in hand. to your surprise, instead of simply dropping off the drink, he takes the seat in front of yours before setting it down. “i’m actually on my break right now but i wanted to talk to you. i hardly see you on campus after all. aside from when you visit here, that is.” it’s almost laughable at how predictable your response is to anything he does, feeling your stomach gain the now familiar fluttery sensation you always experience. when it comes to him, it seems to never get old, but none of that was the main point.

he wanted to talk to you. he went out of his way for you. he could be spending his break time elsewhere, but he’s here with you. perhaps you were overanalyzing his actions, yet you can’t stop the heat that creeps up your cheeks.

“sure, take a seat- i mean, you already did but-”

he chuckles, a slip of a smile coming into view. “your drink by the way.” he motions at the sweet drink you ordered. “i added more chocolate chips for you too.”

“spoiling me now, are we?”

“you caught me!”

talking to him just felt so natural. there was never a dull moment, and when silence would fill up the air, it was never thick and heavy, but light and freeing. you quietly sip your drink to these thoughts, occasionally wondering if this would be what it felt like if you two started dating- you’re thinking too ahead for someone who hasn’t even come to terms with their own feelings. you should just enjoy your time with him.

-0-

since then, you and jeno have grown closer to the point where you frequently talk on the phone at night. neither of your paths often crossed during the day, so these calls definitely made up for that – at least for you. through them, you’ve come to learn that jeno usually plays video games until the crack of dawn, sometimes even streaming his screen for you to watch. tonight, you decided to prepare ramen for yourself so you had something to eat while watching him.

“what flavor are you making today?” his voice is a lot huskier than it usually is during the night.

though this isn’t something new to you, there’s still that cozy feeling that almost feels domestic, and sometimes, you can’t help but squeal to yourself and kick your feet in the air. ningning even asked if you were alright because she thought you had gone crazy after hearing you from her own room.

“i think this one is cheese flavored? i’m not really sure since ning buys our groceries.”

“you should prepare me some when i come over next time. i wanna try some too.”

did he want to come over? your mind immediately fills with the idea of jeno visiting your dorm (or humble abode as ningning likes to call it). he’s seen glimpses of it as your background when you’d facetime each other, but what would he think about seeing it in person? there’s that famous saying that your home reflects your personality, after all. you don’t realize it, but you go dead silent, completely encapsulated by your imagination.

“hello? you’re still there, right?” he calls out for you, it’s much softer this time as if he’s checking up on you in case something happened.

“yeah, yeah i’m here. come over next time, then.”

he does, in fact, come over as soon as he got the chance to. honestly, he resembled an eager golden retriever exploring a new area the entire time you showed him around your dorm, having only seen it through a screen. on some occasions, he would point out a random trinket you had on display, saying it looked like you. he said the same about your potted succulent and you’re not sure how you feel about that one, but nonetheless, he seemed to be enjoying himself and that’s all that mattered. you were practically worried over nothing the other night.

“didn’t you say you were going to prepare me a little treat too?” jeno questions, finally finished with going around the dorm room.

“hm? oh, right the ramen-” you recall, immediately taking a few steps to the kitchen to prepare what you had promised him. “make yourself comfortable, i won’t take long!” it really doesn’t take much to make instant ramen, after all.

once it finishes boiling, you carefully transfer it to one of those gold-colored, aluminum pots to keep the ramen warm – making sure to add a few toppings to the dish to make it a bit more filling.

you make your way to the living room, seeing jeno on his phone by the couch. there’s that domestic feeling worming its way up on you again that has you wondering how it’d be like if jeno was your boyfriend. would he come visit over often? would you be able to visit his dorm sometime? the thought continues to remain on your mind for the entirety of jeno’s stay.

you really wanted this moment to become just as frequent as your nightly calls with him.

the most recent time you met up with him, you finally acted on what you’ve been holding in all this time.

ningning had invited you out to a party, luring you in by slipping that a certain someone was also going to be there. all jokes aside, you knew she also just wanted you to have fun, it’s been a while since you’ve gone out to a party anyways.

the event wasn’t anything fancy, your average college party hosted by one of the frats. you wore a black mini dress, one you bought but never got the chance to use until now. it fit you perfectly in all the right areas, but it took a lot of convincing from ningning’s part for you to actually buy it. you surely had to thank her now or else you wouldn’t have anything to wear for tonight.

“you’re finally wearing it!” it seems you weren’t the only one excited to see yourself wearing the dress as your roommate’s eyes sparkle at your outfit. “here, here. i’m letting you borrow these too since they match.” she hands over a pair of black earrings made with sequins and glass beads. it looked perfect for the look.

“thanks, it isn’t too much, right?”

“not at all! plus, it’s a party. who cares what others think- what’s important is that you look good!”

this makes you let out a small laugh, she was right. she always is. “okay then, let’s go?”

“lets!” ningning takes her purse from the coffee table before linking her free arm around yours. “we should get going if we don’t want to be late.”

it’s a good thing you both left when you did since the two of you arrived just on time. the party had already started a few minutes ago with some people already wasted (they probably drank before everything even started…). it doesn’t take long for you and ningning to manage through the sea of people, finally spotting a couple of familiar faces by the corner of the room.

“hey, you two made it!” renjun beams alongside his girlfriend, a plastic red cup in hand containing who knows what. “oh y/n, jeno’s by the kitchen. he was asking where you were before you arrived.”

“oh? thanks jun, i’ll go see what’s up.” you offer him a small smile before leaving ningning’s side and trying to find where the kitchen was located. after a bit of roaming around, you eventually find the boy you’re looking for.

cheeks flushed, dazed eyes, and a lopsided expression. jeno was probably no where clear from sober by the looks of it. guess you weren’t going to drink today, especially when your friend isn’t in the right state of mind.

“jeno? renjun said you were looking for me.” you call out to him softly in hopes he could hear you through the music that’s blasting on the speaker system.

by the sound of your voice, his head quickly turns in your direction. “y/n! i’ve bween looking por you everywhere!” he immediately wraps his arms around your figure, burying his head in the crook of your neck. your cheeks have flushed now too, not from alcohol, but because of the way he’s hugging you.

you never imagined jeno to be big on skinship while under the influence – well, you’ve never dealt with a tipsy jeno in general until now, so this was truly going to be one hell of an experience.

“have you, really?” you question him, patting his hair. “i’m here now though. did you need me for something?”

you feel him nod against your shoulder, “i wanted to kiss you but you were nooowhere to be found, and then renjun gave me a drink, and then haechan started laughing, and then i started laughing-”

he was beginning to ramble off and probably won’t remember any of the things he’s telling you right now. would that also include how he just confessed he wanted to kiss you? you know jeno’s just drunk, but there’s a part of you that hopes he wouldn’t forget that. you urge him to stand up straight for a moment before letting him lean onto you for support. the best you could do was probably have him sit outside for some fresh air (and maybe a cup of water).

-0-

the two of you are now seated silently next to one another with jeno’s head resting on your shoulder, and it’s reminiscent of the first time you actually had a proper conversation with him. the night was just like this, and yet, so many things have happened already since then.

“hey, about what i said earlier…” oh, he sobers up rather quickly. “y’know, about the wanting to kiss you and all that.”

you turn to face him with a bittersweet expression, the nearby streetlamp placing a soft glow over your features and jeno wonders where that solemn look on your face is coming from. “hm? no it’s alright. i’m sure we all say things we don’t mean when we get drunk. it’s normal.”

“well no, because, i did mean it.”

“that’s okay- huh?”

“i like you, y/n.” although its dark, you know he’s staring at you, waiting for you to respond.

“i… i do too, but we just met like a month ago.” you hadn’t even come to terms with your own feelings yet. “wouldn’t we be, i don’t know, going a little too fast? maybe both of us aren’t currently in the right mind.”

“that just proves my point even more. in a mere month of us getting to knowing each other, i’ve come to learn so much about you, grown so fond of you, and… i just want to be with you. trust me, i had a lot of time to think, but if you need more time. i’ll wait for you.”

now you were conflicted. did you really need more time to understand your own emotions?it’s not like you hid your affection for the boy, instead, it was quite the contrary. people started looking for you through jeno and others asked you about jeno’s whereabouts. its as if you two were now two peas in a pod, and everyone knew. were you going to break something you cherished just because you felt like your emotions hadn’t been sorted, when in reality, have been perfectly laid out right in front of you all along?

“no. no need.” your eyes crease as you smile at him, “i know what i want, and it’s you. it’s always been you.”

he doesn’t need any more validation than this, snaking his arm around your waist before pulling you close, lips barely touching. “can i kiss you?”

“please.” you surely don’t need to tell jeno twice, wasting no time as he quickly locks your lips with his own in such a way that you’d think he’s been pining over you longer than you had originally thought. you hadn’t drank a drop the entire night, but you felt so giddy just kissing him.

jeno pulls away first, and you already feel breathless from such a short kiss. slowly, he brings a hand up to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing small, comforting circles onto your skin. “should we head back now?” honestly, you didn’t want to just yet, still unable to hide your smile from the lingering touch of his lips. still, you knew better than to stay out for too long.

“yeah, the others are probably wondering where we went.” and with that, he pulls himself off the ground, extending a hand out to help you get on your feet.

“let’s go back in… slowly, okay?” you giggle out, still wanting to cherish the moment with him.

“how could i say no to you?”

eventually, you do make it back into the party, quickly spotting your group of friends.

the sight of you both sporting puffy lips and rosy tinted cheeks, not to mention your lipstick smudged on the corner of jeno’s lips had everyone raising a brow. neither of you had noticed that because it was so dark out… um, oopsies?

ningning manages to connect all the dots together, a loud gasp erupting from her that startles the rest of the group. “OMG DON’T TELL ME! no wait actually please do confirm- PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE TOGETHER?”

you and jeno look at each other with a knowing look, feeling his hand reach out for yours before you happily reply, “yeah, we are.”

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[hippolotamus]

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Today I bring you two snippets because Fuck It, amirite??? The first is because I was rewatching Fellow Travelers last night and a moment in Episode 2 hit me like a freight train.

But then the skit starts.

Caroline and Carlos, dressed in a suit and skirt respectively, playing as a couple having dinner at home. Caroline sits at a small table while Carlos stirs an empty pot of imaginary soup.

Even though it’s all pretend, the whole scene is so terribly, achingly domestic. A reminder of an unattainable dream. Within seconds Tim feels as though he is submerged, drowning in heartache. It fills his lungs, taking up precious space where air should be. Every silently jagged breath burns as he tries to take in oxygen, but only receives more pain. He doesn’t know how he’s not making a spectacle of himself, attracting attention to the way his heart cracks, just short of breaking completely.

It is a relief when Carlos approaches him, holding out the wooden soup spoon. The gesture is silly but provides a much needed reprieve. Tim finds it in himself to be able to laugh again as he’s fed the invisible offering. A bright feeling that bursts forth, genuinely happy as it displaces his gloominess.

When Carlos and Caroline have bickered and teased their way to the ending, they bow and curtsy as the group claps and cheers. Some even call for an encore. Instead Caroline insists Mary put a record on so everyone can dance.

A lesser version of Tim’s earlier distress settles over him like a thick fog. It blankets him in loneliness while he watches Mary and her lover sway to the music, holding each other close with their cheeks pressed together.

Snippet #2 is noticeably more zesty (any guesses from the banner???) but with no fewer feels. Find a bit of honey, when you call my name under the cut 😏 Hoping this one will be posted very soon.

“You okay?” Buck’s face is etched with such concern and care it makes Eddie’s chest tight. A squeezing around his heart that makes him wish he could pull it from behind his ribcage. To clutch it in his palms while he shows off all the places Buck’s mended and healed for him. A way to prove that Eddie is more than okay, and only improving as they continue to intertwine their lives together.

“Yeah, baby. I’m good.” Eddie lifts his head, angling his neck so he can kiss Buck again. He pours all of his gratitude and overwhelm into it, hoping the message is clear. That their unique brand of silent communication applies here as well.

It must because Buck continues to slide in, albeit slowly. He goes inch by inch, periodically checking in with a questioning look that Eddie returns with a small nod until Buck’s fully seated. And it feels… unusual. Not in a bad way, but an altogether different sensation than the times he’s fucked himself with his fingers or a toy. Of course it would be, because it’s Buck. It’s novel and precious and life changing. An event that Eddie would scribble in his diary if he had one. But at the same time — it’s Buck. So it’s also an inevitable homecoming, like being able to finally set down his burdens and breathe a sigh of relief.

“So good, Buck,” Eddie tells him before the question can be asked, because he knows it will be. He can see it in the infinite blue staring back at him, sparkling with affection and love.

Buck dips his head down, brushing their noses together, and Eddie doesn’t miss how bright, sunny blue turns darker, like dusky twilight.

“Gonna move as soon as you say so,” Buck murmurs against his lips. “‘ve wanted to fuck you for so long.”

Eddie’s belly swoops and his muscles clench in anticipation. Because it’s a two way street and this has been years in the making for both of them.

“Oh, yeah?” Before Buck can answer he tacks on, “Do it then. You’re not the only one waiting here, y’know.”

He’s rewarded with a mischievous smirk just before he feels Buck pull back. A moan — closer to a growl — rips out of him when Buck thrusts forward again, making him feel so, so full and whole. Complete.

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[iguana-eyanna]

I Mean It Every Time

Pairing: Bob Floyd x reader

Summary: Throughout the highs and lows of your life, Bob has been there every step of the way.

Warning: mentions/symptoms of cancer, hair loss

It was a Tuesday afternoon in April.

You were doing your annual physical, not thinking too much of it. They called you in to discuss your blood work, thinking it was just some regular check up.

You went into your doctor's office and you can see the saddened features on her face.

"There is no easy way to say this..."

Your ears began to ring. All you could do was sit still as you heard the words Stage 2 Leukemia. It was like a glass vase broke inside your mind, and you can feel every nerve in your body trying to move.

But you just sat there, eyes glossing over with tears.

You went back home, trying to make sense everything. You had to call your family since you didn't have many in the state and thought of your friends and work and -

'Oh God... Robert.' you thought, your breath thinning.

Robert Floyd, or known as Bob, was your boyfriend of 6 months. The relationship was fairly new, but he was the first person you've felt serious with. He felt the same way and already jokingly talked about getting married someday.

You take out your phone, opening your texts.

Can we meet up at our spot when you get out of work?

Less than two minutes, you saw him message back.

Sure thing, Hope everything went well today! ♥️

All you could do was cry seeing his words, scared of what's to come next.

It was almost 7 PM, and Bob just parked his car and walked over to the beach, already seeing you look out at the water.

He walks up to you at your side and was about to ask how your day went, but it looked like you were just crying. His features change and makes his voice softer.

"What happened?" he asks, with worry in his voice.

You take his hand in yours, feeling your throat close in yet again.

"Sit down with me?" You ask.

He didn't hesitate one bit. He sat down with you in his arms as you laid on his chest. What you loved most about Bob was that he was very patient, a skill he found most useful in his stressful job. He knew you'll tell him whatever's going on once you were ready.

The calmness of the water crashing on the sand and the heat of the sunset kissed your skin, you found the courage to turn around.

"I have Leukemia."

He was at a loss for words. He opened his mouth, trying to speak but he couldn't.

Some say actions speak louder than words. You didn't think it mattered until Bob hugged you tighter into his chest, as if he was trying to protect you.

Both of you broke down into tears. You broke into a sob, but Bob never let you go. A new fear crawled onto you, and that was losing him.

He looks down at you, holding your face in his hands.

"I swear to you, no matter what happens, I will be there for you."

You fold your lip inward, holding onto his arm.

"Bob, I'm scared. I don't know where this will go and- I don't want to be a burden."

Bob's heart broke a little as he heard the tremor in your voice "You're not going to lose me. I believe in us, and I believe in you."

He holds you again, letting you know that he meant his promise.

Over the next weeks, he was by your side at your chemo treatments. On the days you didn't feel great, he'll catch you up on the drama that's been happening at work.

"Maverick had to break up a fight between Rooster and Hangman." Bob said, placing a puzzle piece down by the table.

"Again? What now?" You ask, looking at a piece quizzingly.

"No clue, but Phoenix told me it involved them at Penny's bar with a girl they met."

"It's always a competition between them two." You said, rolling your eyes playfully while shaking your head. You soon regret it as you suddenly felt dizzy, placing your hand to your temple as you groaned.

"You're alright?" Bob whispers as he places a comforting hand by you.

You look up at him, trying to give him a small smile.

"I'm fine, just another migraine. C'mon, let's finish this puzzle." You said, trying to change the subject.

Bob knows not to be so overbearing, but he couldn't help it. All he wants to be is supportive of you during the treatments.

All he could do is give you a smile as you both continue the puzzle as he was still talking about work drama.

Over time, you realized that it was alright to be vulnerable with Bob. When your hair started falling out, you were a bit scared how'd he react after you shaved your head.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard knocking on the door. Bob was picking you up for a military celebration. You took a deep breath as you stare at yourself in the mirror.

"Here goes nothing." You said to yourself.

You walked over to the door and slowly open it, seeing Bob in his white uniform. You thought the worst was yet to come.

But all he did was stare at you with his big round eyes, lovingly.

"You look beautiful." He said, giving you a bouquet of flowers he was hiding behind his back.

All you could was slightly tear up, giving him a tearful chuckle.

"I wasn't sure how you'd react." You said.

"Baby, no matter how you look, I'll always say you're beautiful.... and I mean it every time."

You hug him tightly as he wraps his hands around your waist. He could hear you slightly hiccup, as you try to fight the tears.

Bob could feel his chest feeling heavy as he heard your sniffles, but he soothes your back. Life really threw so much at both of you when you were trying to get to know each other. Bob always saw you like this superwoman who could carry the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Now, it was his turn to hold you up.

You two soon left your house and went to the party where everyone greeted you. You felt comfortable and not once did you feel uneasy as Bob was there.

He headed to the bar, seeing Rooster and Hangman talk peacefully over some drinks.

"Hey, man." Hangman said, offering him a glass of champagne.

"Hi." Bob replied as he took the drink.

"How has she been?" Rooster asks.

Bob didn't know this till he shared about your diagnosis with his friends, but Bradley's mom passed away when he was younger as she had breast cancer. Bradley often gave Bob advice on how to handle tough situations during and after your treatments and also helped you guys out time to time.

"She's getting a lot better. The doctor told us that she's positive she'll make a full recovery."

"That's great man, I'm happy everything's working out." Jake said sincerely.

"She's the best fighter than all of us”

"Yeah, she definitely is." Bob said, smiling to himself.

He looks at you as you were talking with Phoenix. You look back at him, smiling at him. A fluttering sensation fills up his chest and something wakes up in him.

Out loud for only his friends to hear, he makes a promise that night.

"I'm going to marry her someday."

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