#so that he could physically feel that things were okay

[achilles-rage]

okay but imagine being buck's neighbour, and showing up to his apartment one night because you're sad :(

he'd be so eager to comfort you <33

“he broke up with me.” you mumble as soon as buck opens the door, pushing past him and padding into his apartment.

he sees your tear stained cheeks immediately and freezes, and it’s your quiet sniffle that finally breaks him out of his haze. he closes the door and turns on his heel, following you into his space and putting a hand on the small of your back to guide you to the couch.

“what happened?” he asks you in a gentle voice. you turn and look at him again before you sit on the couch, a frown on your pretty lips, and his heart shatters.

“he was cheating on me.” is all you say. you look down, almost embarrassed to admit it, and he has to fight back a scoff. how could your idiot boyfriend possibly find someone better than you? it completely baffles him, but he pushes it to the side; you obviously need to be comforted right now.

he pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pushing you flush against him. you let out a shaky breath as he does, reacting immediately by wrapping your arms around his torso. he rubs your back soothingly as you cry softly into his chest, and his heart clenches. he wishes so badly that he could take your pain away, or better yet, that he could teach your ex boyfriend a lesson. but, you’re more important right now.

“you need anything?” he whispers against your ear, resting his cheek against the top of your head. you sniffle before you speak up, lifting your chin to look up at him.

“do you have any tea?” you whisper in a groggy voice. he smiles softly, and nods, and then releases you from his arms begrudgingly.

“you go sit. i’ll make some for you.” you nod, then sit on the couch, bringing your feet up onto the couch and crossing your legs.

as he makes your tea, he tries not to think about how badly he wants to kiss you. how badly he wants to help you forget about your ex. but, he knows he can’t, not yet. he’ll have to wait a little while, as not to take advantage of your fragile state.

after a couple of minutes he returns with two mugs, handing one to you and placing the other on the coffee table. you thank him softly, then take a small sip before you move to set yours beside his. he sits beside you, resting his arm behind you on the back of the couch.

“come here.” he urges you softly, and you oblige immediately, leaning against him rather than the arm of the couch. all you want right now is physical contact, and you relax into his embrace. he smiles to himself as you rest against him, fighting the urge to pull you right onto his lap and kiss your tears away.

he knew he had to have you the first time he saw you. you had just moved into the apartment beside his, and you came to his door with a sheepish smile on your face, apologizing profusely about any disturbance your dad and brother may have caused while arguing as they were helping you move in.

you were a soft, sweet thing, and so so pretty. and he was hooked.

after that, he did everything to keep running into you, and eventually became your friend. the only problem was your stupid boyfriend, who he quite frankly, didn’t think deserved you.

“do you want to talk about it?” he asks after a few moments of silence. he feels you shake your head against his shoulder, and he hums softly in response. you just need some company right now, and he’s more than happy to stay right here.

“can we just, stay here for a while.” you whisper. he nods, mumbling a quick “of course” as he rubs his thumb over your shoulder, pulling you even closer to him. he grabs the tv remote beside him and turns on the tv, putting on a random show to help keep your mind off of your idiot ex.

before long, your eyes flutter shut, your steady breathing signalling to him that you’ve fallen asleep. he stays in the same position for a while, then lowers the volume of the tv to almost zero, and slowly and gently maneuvers himself off the couch. he lowers you to lay on the couch, making sure your head is on a pillow, then covers you with a blanket. the last thing he wants is for you to wake up cold or uncomfortable.

he watches your sleeping form for a minute before he finally turns and makes his way up to his bedroom. one day, you’ll be sleeping in his bed with him. he's sure of it. but today, he’s perfectly happy that you’re sleeping on his couch. in his apartment. because that means that you ran to him while you were in pain. that you came to him to make you feel better. and that makes his heart swell with hope.

you’re going to be his one day. he just knows it.

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Satoru x reader

Context: this is based in a au after Satoru got rid of the higher ups and after Sukuna has been defeated.

It had been a day. A rough one. Y/N was running on empty, physically and emotionally drained. The endless demands at work, the impossible deadlines, the constant feeling of being overwhelmed—it was too much. She had tried to hold it together all day, keeping her composure for the sake of professionalism, but as she stepped into the apartment and saw the familiar, comforting warmth of home, it all came crashing down.

Her eyes stung with unshed tears, but she refused to cry, not yet, not until she was alone. But as she kicked off her shoes, trying to shake off the weight of the day, she was greeted by an unexpected presence. The smell of his cologne wafted through the air, and she turned to see Satoru Gojo standing in the doorway, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Y/N, you’re home early," she heard him say, a hint of surprise in his voice.

Her heart twisted in her chest. He was here—early, before the exhaustion of her day could fully take hold. But the moment he looked at her, the dam inside her broke. She didn’t even try to hold it in as she collapsed in front of him, the tears that had been threatening to fall all day finally escaping.

Satoru immediately moved towards her, concern flashing across his features as he knelt in front of her. "Y/N?" His voice was soft, as if he already knew what was happening. "Hey, talk to me. What’s wrong?"

She didn’t answer. The words couldn’t come. She just shook her head, the tears flowing freely now, her body trembling from the weight of the emotions that had been bottled up for far too long. Satoru didn’t say another word. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest, cradling her close to him.

"You’ve been working too hard," he murmured, his hands rubbing her back soothingly. "Let it out, okay? You’re safe here."

Y/N didn’t know how long she stayed there, just held in his embrace, letting all the hurt, frustration, and exhaustion pour out of her. Satoru’s presence was a steady anchor, a calming force that slowly helped to ease the tension in her body.

After a few minutes, he gently guided her to the bedroom, sitting down on the bed with her in his arms. He laid her down on his lap, smoothing her hair away from her face as she curled up against him, still sniffling, her cheeks wet with tears. His fingers brushed through her hair in slow, deliberate strokes, the gesture so comforting and tender it almost made her want to melt into him.

"I know you’re exhausted," he said softly, his voice warm and full of understanding. "And I know things have been hard. But listen to me, Y/N. It’s going to get better. My students are more capable now, and with the higher-ups out of the picture, I’m going to be around so much more. I’m going to be here for you. We’ll finally have the time we deserve."

Y/N's heart fluttered as his words sank in. It was exactly what she needed to hear, the promise of a future where they could finally find happiness together, without the burdens that had kept them apart for so long.

"I want to marry you, Y/N," he continued, his voice low and serious. "I want to grow old with you. I want a life with you, not just moments in between missions. No more distractions, no more distance. Just us."

The words hit her like a wave, crashing over her and sweeping away any remaining sadness. She turned her head to look up at him, eyes wide with surprise, and then her lips curled into the brightest, happiest smile she’d worn in days.

The tears came again, but this time they were different—happy tears, filled with relief and love. "You mean it?" she whispered, her voice shaky but full of joy.

"Of course I mean it," he replied with a soft chuckle, his thumb brushing away the fresh tears from her cheeks. "I’ve wanted nothing more than to be with you, to build a life together. And now I can finally do that. We can finally be happy. You’ve waited long enough, and I’m done making you wait."

Y/N blinked, the weight in her chest finally lifting as she looked up at him with so much love and gratitude. "I love you so much, Satoru."

"I love you too, more than you’ll ever know." His words were filled with sincerity, and he leaned down to kiss her forehead, the warmth of his lips a final promise of the future they would share.

As she snuggled deeper into his lap, the stress of the day seemed to fade away. With Satoru here, with him promising to be by her side always, Y/N finally felt at peace. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to rest in the security of his arms, knowing that no matter what the future held, they would face it together.

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[throwaway-things]

In the silence

The gentle hum of the BAU office buzzed around you, blending with the rhythmic typing of keyboards and the occasional murmur of conversation. You sat at your desk, your heart betraying a steady pace as you stole a glance at Spencer Reid. He was absorbed in a file, his brows furrowed in concentration, fingers tapping lightly on the edge of his desk. You admired how his mind seemed to race, faster than anyone else’s, solving problems in a way that felt almost magical. And yet, as brilliant as he was, you could never imagine him knowing your secret.

You had been harboring feelings for Spencer for longer than you cared to admit. The connection, at least on your side, had grown deeper over time. He was kind, intelligent, and so utterly unaware of the effect he had on you. You were careful—so careful—never to give any hint, knowing that revealing how you felt could change everything. Your heart was fragile enough without risking his rejection.

But Spencer Reid was not like everyone else. He saw things others missed, read people like they were open books. And though you had perfected the art of hiding, you knew, deep down, that no secret was safe from him forever.

One afternoon, while working together on a particularly difficult case, you noticed Spencer watching you out of the corner of your eye. It wasn’t the usual friendly glance, but something more intense. You tried to ignore it, focused on your work, but the sensation of being scrutinized sent your nerves into overdrive.

"Are you okay?" His voice startled you, gentle yet probing. You looked up to find his eyes—those deep, observant eyes—studying you. He wasn’t just asking if you were tired or stressed. It felt like he was asking about something deeper, something unspoken.

"Yeah," you replied quickly, too quickly. "Just focused on the case."

But Spencer didn't let it go. "You've been… different lately," he said softly, almost to himself. "Your body language, the way you avoid eye contact sometimes, the way your voice changes when you're talking to me— its noticeable"

Your heart stopped. He was analyzing you. You’d been so careful, so guarded, and yet, in that moment, you realized it was pointless. Spencer Reid had already figured it out.

"I… I don’t know what you mean," you lied, trying to hold onto the last vestiges of control. But the tremble in your voice gave you away. Spencer leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.

"You don’t have to say anything," he said, his tone so calm, so gentle. "I know."

It was like the world shifted beneath your feet. The secret you had carried for so long, that you had convinced yourself could never be known, was out in the open. You felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly terrified. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you forced them back. You refused to cry in front of him.

Spencer shifted awkwardly in his seat, his face flushed with discomfort. "I'm sorry," he began, his voice soft but laden with regret. "I didn’t mean to give you the wrong impression. If I’ve done anything to make you feel—" He hesitated, clearly trying to find the right words. "I care about you, but… not in the way you might want."

The words hit like a physical blow. You were mortified, frozen in place as the blood rushed to your cheeks. Your worst fear had just materialized—he had figured it out, and now he was apologizing. It was worse than any rejection you had ever imagined.

"I—" you stammered, the words dying in your throat as shame engulfed you. You had never meant for him to know. You had never intended to put him in this position, to make things awkward or uncomfortable. But now, there you were, standing in the aftermath of something you had desperately tried to avoid.

Your heart broke, a quiet shattering that left you feeling hollow. Spencer was kind, as you always knew he would be, but it didn’t soften the pain. If anything, it made it worse. His apology wasn’t cruel, but it was final. You wished you could disappear, that you could take back every lingering look, every subtle sign you thought you had hidden so well.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, voice barely audible. You couldn't bear to look at him, the embarrassment too overwhelming. "I… I never meant for you to find out. I never wanted you to know."

Spencer’s brow furrowed, and for a brief second, you thought you saw a flicker of empathy in his eyes. "You don’t have to apologize," he said gently. "I just don’t want you to feel hurt because of me."

But you did feel hurt. Hurt, ashamed, and humiliated. You swallowed hard, willing yourself not to cry, not to let him see how devastated you were.

Before you could respond, the door to the conference room opened abruptly. Hotch stood there, clipboard in hand, looking between you and Spencer with a slightly raised eyebrow. "Briefing in five," he said, his tone all business as usual. "We’ve got a new case."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you. This was your escape. The interruption couldn’t have come at a better time.

"Thanks, Hotch," you mumbled, quickly rising from your seat and gathering your things. You didn’t dare look back at Spencer, afraid that any more eye contact might make your carefully held composure shatter completely.

As you stepped past Hotch, you could feel Spencer’s eyes following you, but you kept walking, grateful that the professional nature of the job had given you a way out. You needed distance—space to breathe, to process what had just happened without falling apart in front of him.

The hallway seemed longer than usual, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the silence. You blinked back the burning sensation in your eyes, your breath unsteady as you hurried toward the briefing room. There was no time to fall apart now. Work was calling, and you had to focus.

When you entered the room, you were greeted by the usual buzz of the team preparing for the case. Morgan, Garcia, and JJ were already seated, chatting about something you couldn’t quite focus on. You forced a smile and took a seat next to JJ, trying to look as though nothing was wrong, as though your heart wasn’t still aching from the conversation with Spencer.

“Hey, you okay?” JJ asked quietly, giving you a gentle nudge.

You nodded quickly, too quickly. "Yeah, just... a long day."

She smiled sympathetically, but thankfully didn’t press further. You were grateful. The last thing you needed was more questions when you were barely holding it together.

Moments later, Spencer entered the room, taking a seat across from you. You could feel his presence immediately, your pulse quickening as you glanced down at your notes, doing everything you could to avoid looking at him. He, too, seemed more reserved than usual, his expression unreadable as he set his file down.

Hotch began the briefing, and for the next hour, you did your best to focus on the case. It was difficult—your thoughts kept wandering back to Spencer, to his apology, to the crushing embarrassment of knowing that he was aware of your feelings. Every time he spoke, the sound of his voice sent a pang of sadness through your chest, a reminder of what could never be.

The following days passed in a blur. You immersed yourself in the case, using work as an escape from the overwhelming swirl of emotions you were struggling to contain. You avoided Spencer as much as possible, though it became increasingly difficult with every passing moment. The BAU was a tight-knit team, and it was impossible not to interact with him. Each time you had to speak to him or work alongside him, the tension was palpable, the weight of your unspoken feelings hanging between you like an invisible barrier.

Spencer, for his part, remained kind and professional. He didn’t treat you any differently, but the subtle shift in your dynamic was undeniable. He seemed more cautious, more distant, as if he, too, was trying to navigate the awkwardness without making things worse. You wondered if he regretted saying anything at all—if he wished he had kept his analysis to himself.

But it didn’t matter now. The damage was done, and you were left picking up the pieces of your broken heart in silence.

--

Late one evening, after another long day of avoiding eye contact and burying your emotions in paperwork, you found yourself alone in the office. The dim lighting and quiet hum of the computer were a welcome respite from the chaos of the case, but your mind kept drifting back to Spencer. You had tried to push your feelings aside, to forget about that conversation, but it was impossible. The pain lingered, raw and unrelenting.

Just as you were about to pack up and leave, the sound of footsteps approached from behind. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“Hey,” Spencer’s voice was soft, tentative.

You inhaled sharply, your heart racing. "Hey," you replied, keeping your eyes fixed on the papers in front of you, pretending to be busy.

There was a long pause. You could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy. Part of you wanted him to leave, to let the silence stretch between you until things faded back into some semblance of normalcy. But another part of you—one you hated to admit—wanted him to stay.

“I, uh… I just wanted to check on you,” he said quietly, stepping closer. "I’ve noticed you’ve been… distant lately."

You let out a bitter laugh, finally turning to face him. “Distant? Yeah, well… I guess I thought that might be for the best.”

Spencer’s brow furrowed, his expression filled with concern. "I don’t want things to be like this," he admitted. "I never wanted to hurt you."

Spencer looked at you, his eyes filled with that same empathy, and it only made things harder. "I understand if you need space," he said softly. "But I don’t want you to feel like you have to avoid me."

But you weren’t ready for this conversation. You weren’t ready to confront the tangled mess of emotions that had been suffocating you for days. You couldn’t handle Spencer’s kindness, not now. Not when the wound was still so fresh.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, your voice a little too sharp, a little too defensive. You turned back to the papers on your desk, pretending to be engrossed in work. "There’s nothing to talk about."

Spencer hesitated, clearly not buying your attempt to brush things off. "I know this has been difficult—"

“Spencer, I said I’m fine.” The words came out harsher than you intended, and you winced at the coldness in your tone. You couldn’t look at him, not now, not when the shame was still burning in your chest.

There was a long, tense silence. You could feel his eyes on you, searching for something, but you kept your gaze glued to the papers in front of you, refusing to meet his. You wanted this conversation to be over, for him to stop trying to dissect your feelings like they were just another puzzle to solve.

"I don’t want to push," Spencer said quietly, taking a small step back. "But I can tell you’re struggling. If there’s anything I’ve done—"

“Spencer, please,” you cut him off, your voice almost pleading now. "Let’s just leave it."

You didn’t want to elaborate, didn’t want to give any hint of what was really going on. You were desperate to keep everything vague and impersonal, to avoid the emotional discussion that was weighing on you. You needed him to walk away, to let the moment pass without probing further.

Spencer stood there, clearly not fully convinced but respecting your wish to drop the subject. "Okay," he said softly, his eyes filled with concern. "If that’s what you need."

You nodded, still avoiding his gaze. "Yes, that’s what I need."

There was a heavy silence between you, the weight of your unspoken truth hanging in the air. You could feel his disappointment, the unspoken tension that lingered, but you couldn’t bring yourself to face it. Admitting how you really felt would only make things worse. It would only prolong the pain, and you couldn’t afford that.

Spencer lingered for a moment longer, as if he was about to say something else, but then he nodded quietly. "I’ll let you get back to work," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. You simply kept your eyes down, waiting for the sound of his footsteps retreating as he left the room. When the door finally closed behind him, you exhaled sharply, the tension in your body releasing all at once.

You felt sick. Sick with the weight of your own unspoken truth, sick with the realization that you had just pushed him away. The idea of him knowing—of him seeing how much it hurt—was unbearable.

And so, you sat there in the empty office, your heart heavy with the truth you couldn’t bring yourself to say, knowing that, in the end, you were only hurting yourself more.

--

The following days were still a struggle. You continued to immerse yourself in work, using it as a way to avoid confronting your feelings. Spencer was courteous but distant, respecting your need for space. Every time you saw him, the old familiarity was tainted by the unspoken tension.

One afternoon, as you were sorting through case files in the bullpen, you felt a presence behind you. You turned to find Spencer standing there, a hesitant look on his face.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Do you have a minute?”

You nodded, though your heart was pounding. “Sure, what’s up?”

Spencer took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he was about to say. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m here if you ever want to talk. I don’t want you to feel like you have to go through this alone.”

You felt a lump form in your throat. The sincerity in his voice was both comforting and heartbreaking. You had spent so much time trying to distance yourself from him, but here he was, offering support in the most genuine way.

“Thanks, Spencer,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I really appreciate that.”

He smiled, though there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. “Anytime.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there with a mixture of relief and melancholy. You realized that while you couldn’t bring yourself to discuss your feelings openly, knowing that Spencer cared enough to offer support was a small comfort. It was a reminder that even though things had changed, there was still kindness and understanding between you.

As you went about your work, the ache in your heart was still there, but it was slightly eased by the knowledge that you didn’t have to go through it entirely alone. The journey of healing would take time, but Spencer’s gesture gave you a glimmer of hope that, perhaps, things might eventually find a way back to a semblance of normalcy.

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

Hey so to anyone whose ever wondered why I like Jaune I could probably give a good amount of reasons.

From his knight aesthetic, to him not being a Gary Stu, but a very flawed, believable character whose trying to improve himself. Hell I LOVE that he is a reference to Joan of Arc.

That he's not classically played masculine, but also isn't portrayed effeminate or flamboyant to oppose it either. I like that Jaune feels like someone who at a glance could be from a earth.

He feels like he was a Civilian, and you know what, I also have a weakness for blue eyed blondes... Maybe that's why I Love the idea of there being a whole family of them.

Heck conceptionally Jaune has a lot in common with the stereotypical Shonen protagonist... But then again so does Ruby and Yang. And Blake fit the more edgy manga Protags...

But if I had to name one thing I like about Jaune, even more then his determination/ Willpower (Stubbornness when it's misdirected like it was in Jaunedice)

I think what I like most is, well... That Jaune is arguably the bravest character in RWBY (Oscar could be argued to be that too though)

Let me explain, so... Everyone else in Beacon is different then Jaune mentally. And the reason is simple. a combination of their aura and training...

All the main cast besides Jaune were overpowered teenagers with strength like Captain America. And there in lies the reason.

They don't view things the same way Jaune does, in the Red Trailer, we literally see Ruby tear apart a horde of Beowulves in minutes on the way to visit her mother's grave. Which implies she does this regularly on said trek.

Now for those watching we gain the same mentality and understanding as the girls of RWBY. Beowulves aren't that strong, their mobs... Weak, easy to beat and need big numbers to be even a bit challenging.

But if you simply look at them, compare them to Ruby... Every Beowulve is a freaking WEREWOLF!!!

That is fucking terrifying, take away the aura and that is a brickshitting situation Ruby is in. But to her it's really not, because she has spent her whole life killing these things to the point where she can do so effortlessly.

Hell we see this again in Yang when she literally doesn't just enter a fight with a gang of known armed criminals but starts it! Literally grabbing the kingpin by the balls.

Which, why wouldn't she, she punches fucking armored Grizzly bears to death. And so everyone one of JNPR and RWBY outside of Jaune look at Grimm and Criminals in the sense of...

Oh neat, a bad guy, let's kill/ beat them up...

When their being fired at their not thinking they could get shot, NO! Their thinking it's okay to get shot a few times cuz they have aura that'll protect them.

And that's why Jaune is so brave, he went to Beacon as a civilian, unaware of aura. Now stop and think about how far behind Jaune was actually in his own mind.

Because remember, he didn't know about aura, the stuff that lets everyone else be so OP. Jaune fought a Ursa Major and killed it without prior training and wasn't using aura techniques, he had enough physical prowess and strength to cleave through it in a single shot...

A literal Marine couldn't do that... But Jaune did, if it were a world without aura, Jaune would've easily been one of the physically strongest people. But because aura existed, people who were trained their entire lives with it are worlds apart above him.

But my point is this, everyone else isn't so much brave as confident and in Yang and Weiss's cases moreso arrogant. Ruby looked at a Goliath while she was in Mt. Glenn and her first thought was to go and kill it... That thing was a fucking Kaiju. And she wasn't scared of it, oh no she was excited to kill it!

Initiation was literally fun for Yang, she had a blast during it, Nora too, Blake wasn't concerned and until she was forced to ride a Nevermore Weiss was so at ease that she was willing to strike out on her own instead of teaming up with someone else, not once but twice.

But Jaune is different, to him, a Beowulf is a monster that can kill him in a single strike...A Ursa is a beast that could kill the strongest men... A single attack could end you life...

And yet he was still willing to take initiation, there was no second chances, or magic barrier to protect him, hell he didn't even have a gun.

Dude was gonna fight bears and Werewolfs with a sword and shield. In his mind a single blow would kill him, this wasn't fun, this wasn't exciting or something to be taken lightly.

It was a life or death struggle, and just because Pyrrha gave him aura doesn't mean that mentality magically goes away. No to Jaune Grimm still are threat, it why he shows nervousness when fighting them unlike everyone else.

But he still does... everyone else fights Grimm like it's a game or chore. But to Jaune he is actually fighting for his life, these things scare him, fighting scares him, and mentally he is still very much leaning more towards civilian.

But it's because of that that when he fights he is being braver then all the others. Not to say their cowards though.

I think ultimately that's why I like Jaune most, because I never stop realizing that he is fighting in a darksouls game while everyone else feels like their in DMC.

But despite that he doesn't hesitate to fight beside them, to try and help and is willingly putting his life on the line when everyone else is just having a easy run of it.

And I'd argue this is why Ozpin made him leader.

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𓂃⊹ ִֶָ summary: With your anonymous Twitter account, you've acquired a pretty good following and popularity, throughout your school as well. Jake, your long-time crush, is one of them, head over heels. Yet when you once confessed to him, he had rejected your confession, saying that he already has his eye on someone else. What happens when he finds out that his online crush is the person that he rejected? And... How are you going to deal with this?

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TWENTY NINE - 1 - 0 [written]

The sun beat down on the field as both teams fought through the final minutes of the first half. The scoreboard still read 0 - 0, but it wasn't for lack of trying. The tension in the air was palpable as both teams had come incredibly close to scoring multiple times.

Jake had been a constant threat on the right wing, making several dangerous runs that kept the opposition's defense on their toes. He'd nearly scored with a powerful shot that curved just inches wide of the post.

And Riki, playing as a midfielder, had been everywhere on the field, his stamina seemingly endless as he tracked back to defend and pushed forward to support the attack.

During a brief break between matches, you made your way down from the bleachers with water bottles, your heart aching at how tired Jake and Riki looked dragging their feet to the benches.

"Delivery," you said softly, handing them the water bottles. They accepted gratefully, both breathing heavily as they drank.

"I don't really understand all the rules," you admitted, "but I can tell you guys are playing really well. Everyone up there keeps saying so too." You nudge your head towards where the rest of the boys are sitting.

"Doesn't feel like it right now," Riki managed a weak laugh between gulps of water. "not when we can't even change the score."

"Well, the other team hasn't either," you continued, fidgeting slightly with the empty bottle in your hands, ", and we can all see how hard you guys are working. That counts for something, right?"

Jake looked up at you then, his hair messy and face flushed from exertion. Something about his tired smile made your heart skip a beat.

"Besides," you added, trying to keep your voice steady, "you both look really cool out there. Like those sports movies, you know?" Their shoulders seem to relax at your silly comparison, relieving some of the stress that they were carrying.

The referee's whistle blew in the distance.

"Just... don't give up yet, okay?" you said softly, gathering the empty bottles. "We're all here for you."

As you turned to leave, you heard Jake call out a quiet "Thanks, y/n."

You hurried back to your seat in the bleachers, just as the match was about to resume.

As they walked back onto the field, Jake's eyes lingered on your retreating figure, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"She's really sweet, isn't she?" he murmured, almost to himself, too caught up in the moment to realize he'd said it aloud.

Riki, walking just behind him, caught the words. Surprisingly, his jaw clenched involuntarily, an unfamiliar tightness settling in his chest.

He watched as you made your way back up, his eyes following where you joined back to sitting next to Sunoo and Jungwon.

"Go Riki! You got this!" Sunoo's voice rang out clearly across the field, followed by Jungwon's equally excited whooping. Their genuine enthusiasm cut through. He shook his head slightly as if physically shaking off the thoughts that had started to strangely cloud his mind. This wasn't the time to be confused.

With just a few minutes left on the clock, the exhaustion was visible on every player, but there was a renewed fire in both Jake and Riki's movements.

The opposition, sensing the time pressure, had pushed higher up the field, leaving spaces behind their defense. Everyone has just one thing on their mind:

The game could end any second now.

The ball pinballed between players in the midfield, neither team able to maintain solid possession.

A mistimed tackle from the opposition gave Jake's team a free kick just inside their own half. But just 42 seconds.

In just 42 seconds, they have to turn this around. Their breath leaves their mouth in small clouds, exerting a warmth into the air, similar to the heated tension.

As players jostled for position, Jake and Riki exchanged a quick glance - they weren't gonna end it on an unsatisfactory tie.

The whistle blew.

The ball was launched forward, and Jake made a diagonal run, drawing two defenders with him.

His movement created a pocket of space that Riki immediately exploited, sprinting into the gap.

Jake, with his back to goal, received the ball on his chest, holding off a defender with his body.

25 seconds.

In one fluid motion, Jake flicked the ball backwards over his shoulder, a move that seemed almost impossible given his exhausted state.

The ball arced perfectly into Riki's path as he burst through the defense. The goalkeeper rushed out. He tries to close the angle.

Riki, running at full sprint, didn't break stride. In the corner of his eyes, he could see the red letters counting down the seconds almost in slow motion.

10 seconds.

With his last burst of energy, he met the ball just as it dropped, striking it first-time with his right foot.

The ball curved away from the goalkeeper's desperate dive.

The stadium held its breath...

The ball sailed into the top corner of the net.

It kisses the underside of the crossbar, before nestling into the back of the net...

1 - 0.

The crowd erupted in loud cheers and Jake was the first to reach Riki, jumping on his back in celebration as their teammates swarmed them.

The bench players rushed onto the field, their fatigue forgotten in the euphoria of the moment.

In the stands, you and the others were on your feet, screaming and arms flying up.

Still buzzing with adrenaline, you rushed down from the bleachers, your heart racing with excitement. Jake spotted you first, his face absolutely beaming as he jogged over, still catching his breath but too elated to stay still.

"Oh my god, we won!" Jake exclaimed, his eyes bright with joy as he reached you.

"We actually won! Did you see that?" His enthusiasm was contagious, his whole body practically vibrating with energy as he jumped up and down like an excited puppy while holding your shoulders.

"That was amazing!" you laughed, caught up in his excitement and trying to ground yourself from getting shaken around. "You guys were incredible-"

Before you could finish, you felt yourself being lifted off the ground from behind. You let out a surprised yelp as Riki hoisted you over his shoulder in one swift motion, spinning around as the crowd continued cheering around you.

"Champions!" Riki's voice was filled with pure joy, his laughter mixing with yours as he spun. "We won!"

Your hair was probably a mess from being upside down, but you couldn't bring yourself to care as your laugh mixed with theirs.

"Riki, put me down!" you managed in between. "You're all sweaty!"

"Nope! This is a victory lap!" he declared, adjusting his grip to keep you secure as he continued celebrating, basking in the cheers and the moment.

Jake stood there, still riding the high of their victory, watching as Riki walked around while you punched his back. Your laughter carried across the field, mixing with the crowd's cheers, and something in his chest tightened unexpectedly.

The sight of you and Riki, bathed in the stadium lights, it created an odd sensation in his stomach that he couldn't quite place.

'They look good together,' he thought automatically, then immediately questioned where that thought came from. Why did that observation feel... uncomfortable?

The rational part of his brain tried to brush it off - of course, you'd be celebrating with both of them, you were all friends. This was a team victory. A shared moment of joy.

So why did watching Riki make you laugh like that make him want to step forward? To do... what exactly?

Jake ran a hand through his sweaty hair, confused by the direction of his thoughts.

This was y/n, Sunghoon's sister, their friend, the girl who'd just brought them water and thrown that sweet smile over to him, who had been so fun and comforting to be around, so nice, who shouldn't give him that weird feeling in his chest that intensifies when he thinks of her just like now...

'Oh,' he thought, the realization hitting him like a tackle from behind.

He caught himself staring at your smile again and quickly looked away, suddenly very aware of his racing heart - and not just from the match anymore.

Since when did your smile affect him like this? Since when did he care about who made you laugh?

'This is not happening,' he told himself firmly, even as his eyes drifted back to where you were now playfully shoving Riki. 'This is definitely not happening.'

He slowly walks over, suppressing his expression on his face as the rest of the boys come down. "Victory dinner on me," Jay says, making everyone cheer again.

The celebratory meal was exactly what everyone needed after such an intense match. The table was littered with empty plates and half-finished drinks, the air filled with animated retellings of the game's best moments and comfortable laughter.

As Riki excused himself to the bathroom, you started gathering your things, stifling a small yawn.

"I think I'm gonna head home," you announced, standing up. "I've got an early start tomorrow."

Sunghoon looked up from his conversation with Jay, his chopsticks pausing midway to his mouth. "Already? I was thinking of staying a bit longer..."

"That's okay," you smiled, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. "I can go by myself."

"At this hour?" Sunghoon frowned, his protective instincts kicking in.

"I can walk you to the bus station," Jake offered, the words coming out before he could really think about them. He tried to keep his voice casual, even as his heart picked up speed.

You smiled at him, that same smile that had been messing with his head all evening. "You don't have to-"

"It's no problem," he interrupted, already standing up and grabbing his jacket. "I could use some fresh air anyway."

Sunghoon looked between you and Jake, a familiar suspicious glint starting to form in his eyes.

"It's just to the bus stop, Sunghoon," you said, rolling your eyes at your brother's expression.

"Fine," Sunghoon conceded after a few seconds, though his eyes narrowed slightly. "Text me when you get home." You nod at him.

As you and Jake said your goodbyes to the group and headed toward the door, neither of you noticed Riki returning just in time to see you both leaving together, his expression unreadable as he watched the door close behind you.

The street lights cast a soft glow as you both walked, your footsteps falling into an easy rhythm. The silence felt comfortable until you broke it with a soft laugh.

"You guys looked really cool," you admitted while looking towards the pavement. "It was funny to see the rest all fired up. Heeseung was ready to jump onto the field when that guy tackled you."

Jake chuckled. "Yeah? I couldn't hear much during the game, but I did catch Heeseung hyung's threatening to fight the referee at one point."

"Oh god, don't remind me," you groaned. "Sunghoon had to physically hold him back. And then Jay started listing all the rules the other team broke."

As you laughed, Jake's eyes drifted to the oversized jersey you were wearing - number 10, Riki's number. Something about seeing you in it made that now-familiar feeling stir in his chest again.

"That's Riki's football shirt, right?" he asked while you two came to a halt at the bus stop. When you nodded, he continued, aiming for a playful tone despite the slight flutter in his stomach. "Maybe next time you could wear mine."

You looked at him questioningly, and he added with a small smile, "You know, for luck. Maybe if you wear my number, you'll be my lucky charm and I'll make the winning goal. Who knows?" He shrugs it off.

The words hung in the air between you, the sound of the bus approaching not merely as loud as your heart drumming against your chest. "...Why not?" You eventually respond, making Jake's head whip back to face you.

The screeching of the bus wheels made you quickly turn and hop on, but not without turning and waving at him with a haste goodbye.

"Later, y/n." He waved back with a reluctant smile.

He made sure to watch the bus that you're in go around the corner, before heading back to his friends. But although the walk back was silent, Jake now alone, the storm that was forming in his mind wasn't.

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This was a request for cop Yoongi from @maryhopemei. I already had something similar drafted so I continued that. I hope it’s okay! I’m working on the requests that I have so I should start getting them out as I get them done.

Bonnie and Clyde

Cop Yoongi x Female Cop Reader

Warnings: Guns, violence, gangs, hostage situations, slightly suggestive, mentions of blood and murder, swearing

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Sitting in the crowd watching the newest graduating class of the police academy made you feel proud of course, but it also filled you with dread because you knew one of the rookies was going to be your new partner. You tended to work better alone and you definitely didn’t want your partner to be some newbie that was just going to get in your way.

The captain had dropped the bombshell on you last week. He was kind enough to let you choose your new partner which you promised to advise him of your choice after the graduation ceremony. As you scanned the recruits you thought back to through your options:

Jeon Jungkook: Age 26

Top of his class in physical activities, definitely had the body of a cop, would be your first choice to have next to you in a physical altercation but since you were in narcotics you wanted more brains than brawn.

Park Jimin: Age 28

Didn’t look like a typical cop but maybe that was a good thing. Aced all of his verbal and written tests. You’d spoke to him a couple times and he seemed too sweet so you knew he’d get eaten alive in your line of work and you didn’t want to be responsible for that.

Min Yoongi: Age 31

His superiors noted that he had all the skills necessary to make a great cop but seemed to hold back. He was quiet and mostly kept to himself but was very observant. He didn’t look happy to be there just like you... That was your guy.

So after the ceremony you let the captain know that you’d chosen Yoongi as your new partner much to his surprise, but he obliged and said he’d have the paperwork entered right away.

The next morning you walked into the narcotics department ready to start the day when you ran into your new partner, already making himself comfortable in the desk right next to yours.

Trying to be polite you introduced yourself with a handshake, “Hi, My name is Y/N.”

For a moment he stared down at your hand like he was pondering if he should shake it before he ultimately took it in his, “Yoongi”.

Captain Cho called an emergency meeting wanting to provide some updates on the big case you all were working on.

In the meeting room you took a seat next to Detective Kim Namjoon, one of the few people you trusted.

The walls of the meeting room were littered with photos and drawings, some scribbled with notes.

Captain Cho pinned a new photo onto the wall, “This is Jung Seo Joon. We have confirmed him to be the newest member of Saaghan as he was just recently initiated. He is the third addition this month so we have reason to believe that Kim Myung is planning an attack and trying to beef up his team. We need all officers to be on the lookout and prepared for anything.”

You took in the photo doing your best to memorize the man in front of you.

“Y/N and Yoongi please stay back. I have some things to discuss with you.”, Captain Cho announced before dismissing everyone else.

“Y/N, please get Yoongi caught up on everything with this case so far. Then I want the two of you to head to this address and scope it out. We have reason to believe that Myung hangs out here.”, the captain said handing you a piece of paper.

You nodded before stepping aside to let the captain pass.

Once back at your desk you grabbed a bunch of papers, “So we’ve been working on this case for several years. Have you ever heard of the Saaghan gang?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “I know more about them than you could ever imagine.”

You bit your lip trying not to say something nasty back. This is exactly why you liked to work alone.

“Okay fine. Let’s just go scope out this location then since you’re already up to date on everything.”

You didn’t even wait for him before storming off to your assigned car.

The location was a small kbbq restaurant on the other side of the city in a run down alleyway. Definitely not somewhere you’d expect a wealthy gang leader to hang out.

“There he is. That’s are guy.”, you whispered after seeing Myung walk out of the restaurant followed by six men in suits.

Yoongi’s hand tightened around his gun, “We should just kill him now.”

You shook your head, “Are you crazy? We’re severely outnumbered. They’ll definitely kill us.”

“If you were a decent cop we could take them right now.”, he scoffed.

“And I’m being a decent human being by not killing YOU right now.”, you mumbled getting an amused laugh out of your partner.

It was a few months later and you and Yoongi were finally starting to warm up to each other a little. His sarcastic remarks started becoming funnier and less annoying to you. You brought him coffee in the morning and he bought you lunch in the afternoon. One day he even dropped by your apartment to bring you soup and medicine after you had called in sick.

He also started following up on the case more and more. He provided lots of good intel on Myung and his gang which you desperately needed. You felt like things were going in the right direction and you were happy to have him as your partner.

Then one night Namjoon stopped you in the hallway and invited you back to his desk.

“Y/N I want to talk to you about Yoongi.”

“Okay?”, you questioned confused.

“I just…I…something seems off about him.”

You were feeling a little defensive about your partner/almost might be considered a friend/very secret take it to the grave crush.

“What do you mean?”, you spat.

Namjoon adjusted his glasses, “Y/N I’m not trying to be disrespectful I promise. It’s just… don’t you think it’s a little weird how he knows so much about the case already? He’s pointed out high ranking members of the Saaghans before we could even attempt to yet somehow Myung always happens to escape as soon as we get there like he knew we were coming. And Jin said he walked in on him getting dressed the other day. He said he has a tattoo…THE tattoo.”

You felt your heart skip at the mention of the tattoo. It was confirmed that all members of the Saaghan Gang had the same tattoo. It was a part of the initiation. All official members had a tattoo on the left side of their chest. A tattoo of a snake curled around a demon, the official symbol of the gang. It was a very distinct tattoo and every artist in the country knew not to tattoo it on anyone that wasn’t official.

You scoffed, “So we’re going by he said she said now? Maybe Jin was mistaken. Besides he shouldn’t be creeping on other officers while they’re changing. That sounds like an HR issue.”

Namjoon sighed getting frustrated, “He wasn’t creeping. It was an accident and why would he lie about something like that? Look Y/N…I know he’s your partner and you guys are getting close but I’m just saying to be careful and keep an eye on him.”

Wordlessly you got up and exited his office feeling angry and hurt but also a little unsure at the same time.

You spent the next few weeks trying to get a glimpse of Yoongi’s chest without making it obvious.

You suggested working out together which he surprisingly agreed to until you suggested swimming as an option. He said he preferred to work on weight training instead of cardio.

You “accidentally” spilled a cup of coffee on his shirt before conveniently pulling a spare out of your backseat. He thanked you and grabbed the shirt before walking into the nearest convenient store to use the restroom to change.

You invited him over to your apartment for dinner and drinks. You poured him shot after shot. You also had a few yourself to try and calm your nerves. Before you knew it, he had pinned you down on the couch, his mouth leaving marks on your skin as his hands roamed underneath your shirt searching for your bra strap.

You were hazy with lust. You wanted him and you were shocked yet excited that it seemed like he wanted you too. Forgetting about the reason you were even in this position to begin with you reached for his shirt and started unbuttoning it. You got three undone before he stopped you and pulled away.

You panicked thinking maybe you misread the situation.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have done that. We’re both drunk and I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you and we’re co-workers on top of it. I don’t want anything to be complicated between us.”

Before you could reassure him he grabbed his coat and stumbled out of your apartment leaving you feeling all different emotions that revolved around more than just a tattoo.

After that night the two of you remained on a strictly partner/co-worker relationship. The coffee and lunch breaks stopped. You didn’t speak unless it involved work related discussions. You were hurt and disappointed and maybe a little bit heartbroken.

Then one evening Captain Cho called an emergency meeting.

“We have received reliable intel that Myung will be meeting a new supplier at this abandoned factory located at the port. We need to dress and be ready to move out within the next fifteen minutes to meet him there. Everyone have your eyes and ears open. No one goes in alone and no one gets left behind.”

You and Yoongi loaded into the waiting van as it began the hour drive to the location. Namjoon who was sitting across from you gave you a smile and a light squeeze to your knee knowing that you still got a little nervous during raids like these. Yoongi grumbled about something when he noticed you two but you didn’t care enough to clarify.

The van pulled up to the location and you and the rest of the team exited and quietly made your way to the warehouse. You followed closely behind Yoongi up several flights of stares. Suddenly Yoongi stopped after you heard talking. Peaking around the corner you saw Myung and some other man having an altercation.

Unfortunately at that same moment your radio went off. You had forgotten to silence it, a rookie mistake. Myung shouted something and next thing you knew four men with guns were shooting at you both. Yoongi was trying to push you back as gunshots continued to ring through the air as you did your best to fire back while also ducking for cover.

Captain Cho was shouting over the radio for everyone to retreat and abandon mission. Myung took off running with Yoongi closely behind ignoring the captains orders and forgetting about the no one alone rule so you were forced to also chase after him.

“Yoongi stop!”, you shouted dodging a bullet.

“No I’m gonna kill him. Once and for all.”, he gritted through his teeth while reloading his gun. Captain Cho was demanding for your return but you couldn’t let Yoongi go alone.

“Y/N go back to the base. I don’t want you to get hurt.”, Yoongi said.

You shook your head, “No I’m not leaving you.”

Out of nowhere you felt someone shove something hard into the back of your head.

“Myung you fucking bastard. Back away from her. Now!.”, Yoongi hissed with his gun drawn in your direction.

“Or what?”, Myung spat, “Are you going to kill me? Have me arrested? Don’t you remember our little agreement Yoongi? Did you suddenly stop being a gangster and become a bitch of a good cop?”

You were confused by what he meant by all of that but the cold metal pushed into the back of your head was making it difficult to really think straight.

“Myung if you let Y/N go unharmed…I’ll…I will let you go free and take the blame for everything.”

He chuckled, “No no no Yoongi. That’s not how this works. I make the deals now. Not you.”

Yoongi looked above before turning his attention back to you, “Y/N, on the count of three run.”

You shook your head too afraid to move.

“1…2…3!”, he shouted. You tried to move but your feet were frozen. You heard two gunshots go off. The grip Myung had on your body softened as he dropped to the ground besides you and laid lifeless in a pool of his own blood.

You heard commotion above you and you turned to see Namjoon running down the stairs with his gun still drawn. You looked in front of you and saw Yoongi on his knees grasping his arm as blood was quickly soaking his shirt.

“Yoongi!,”, you screamed running towards him thankful he was wearing a bullet proof vest even though he had been shot in the arm by Myung just before Namjoon had shot him.

Namjoon called for medical attention which quickly arrived and you helped Yoongi over to the waiting ambulance.

You were talking to Namjoon as the medics removed Yoongi’s shirt even though he tried to fight it.

And that’s when you saw it. The tattoo on the left side of his chest clear as could be. You didn’t even excuse yourself from Namjoon instead choosing to storm over to Yoongi as the medic was stitching him up.

He refused to make eye contact with you until the medic was finished wrapping his arm up and left you two alone.

“Y/N let me explain.”, he said with his hands reaching out for you. He was cut off when your hand slapped across his cheek leaving a red mark.

You were fighting back tears as you bit your lip, “How could you? You’re one of them. I trusted you Yoongi. Namjoon tried to warn me and I didn’t listen to him.”

He shook his head, “Y/N listen to me. It’s not what you think. I am a member but not like that.”

You scoffed but stood silently otherwise waiting for him to continue.

“My father owed Myung a lot of money. He couldn’t pay him. One night he came to our apartment with two of his men. They…”, he took a deep breath. This was clearly hard for him to say, “They demanded the money and when he couldn’t pay them Myung killed my father. I was hiding in the closet. I was twelve years old when I watched that evil excuse of a man murder my father. Myung had his men stalk me for years. He would never kill a minor. Then when I turned eighteen he started demanding I repay my fathers debts. Of course I didn’t have the money. One night he had his men kidnap me. He told me that I either repay the debts or he would kill me right then just like he had done to my father.”, Yoongi took a shaky breath before continuing again, “Out of fear and desperation I offered him a deal. In exchange for not killing me I would work for him. To my surprise he accepted it. Over time I earned his trust and his respect and made it to a high raking position in the gang. But…but the entire time I was plotting a way to get him back and avenge my father’s murder. So when he came up with this plan to have someone infiltrate the police to get intel I volunteered. I had to do little things like let him know when we were coming so that he wouldn’t be suspicious. But now…I got him killed. That’s all I wanted and now I can move on knowing my fathers murderer is dead….and I can get this stupid tattoo removed. I’ve always hated having this disgusting ugly thing on my body.”, he said pointing at the ink.

You were left speechless. You took a few moments to to collect your thoughts until you heard Captain Cho demanding everyone return to the van immediately.

“Yoongi…I…I’m sorry you went through all of that.”, you whispered reaching for his hand, “Umm but Myung’s men will try to avenge his murder too. Once they find out you turned on him they’ll come after you. You’re in danger Yoongi.”

He shook his head, “I’ll be fine Y/N. I’m going to quit the force and I’ll move far away. But you need to distance yourself from me. They’ll come after you too if they know that you are important to me.”

“Yoongi you can’t leave. You can’t leave the force. You can’t leave me.”, you begged.

“Y/N I need to. For your safety. I love you Y/N and I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you because of me.”

You didn’t even fully register what he had just said to you said before Namjoon walked over and interrupted you, “Listen guys, Cho is ready to loose his shit. We need to go. Hey… where did Yoongi go?”

You nodded before looking around in a panic realizing that Yoongi had disappeared. You looked through your surroundings but it was too dark and you couldn’t see him anywhere.

Dejectedly you followed after Namjoon unsure of what would happen next.

It had been twelve months since you last saw Yoongi at the port. He vanished without a trace. His apartment was left untouched. He never officially resigned from the force but just stopped showing up so they were forced to fire him. You woke up every day hoping you would get some kind of a sign that he was okay. You knew that Myungs men had set their focus on finding him just like you had expected they would. It was hard for you to hear about it but it motivated you to capture every single one of them.

On a Wednesday morning you walked into work feeling exhausted and stressed. You placed your things down on your desk before getting called into Captain Cho’s office.

He handed you a piece of paper, “We got a call from an anonymous informant. They said they have specific details about the whereabouts of Jung Hoseok, the new leader of Saaghan.”

You nodded, “Okay should we get a team together?”

The captain shook his head, “The informant demanded you come alone. He said if you had anyone with you he’d refuse to talk so you’re going to be wired but you’ll go alone. We’ll have backup holding back a few blocks away.”

You nodded nervously but agreed to go.

When you got to a similar kbbq restaurant as before you walked inside to find it completely empty. The elderly woman behind the counter greeted you and directed you to a small room upstairs already knowing who you were there for.

In the small room Yoongi greeted you with a smile. He was dressed in a suit minus the jacket, his hair was much longer than the last time you saw him and he had a noticeable scar going through his right eye.

“Y/N, how have you been?”

“Good, and you?”, you responded still in shock at seeing him.

He nodded, “Great actually, especially now that you’re here.”

Yoongi walked over to you slowly and began pulling on the wire that ran along your body. Of course he knew it would be there. In one snap he disconnected it.

“I know we don’t have long until your team swarms the place now so I’ll make this quick.”, he said putting his jacket on and then handing you a loaded gun. “Run away with me Y/N. I’ll take care of you and provide for you. I’ll keep you safe and you’ll never have to worry about anything ever again.”

“Yoon-Yoongi I can’t do that.”, you stuttered.

“Yes you can Y/N. If you want to be with me like I want to be with you then you can. You know that we can’t be together like this. A cop with a gangster. It’ll never work.”

You shook your head, “But you’re not really a gangster. We can explain what happened. Sure you’ll probably have to do a little jail time but if you agree to provide info on the gang members I’m sure they’ll reduce your sentence significantly. Then we can get you protection and everything.”

He cocked his gun hearing your fellow officers pull up, “You’re right Y/N…I wasn’t a real gangster…but a lot has changed in the last year.”

He walked over to the window and pushed it open before tossing a large duffel bag onto the roof of the building below. Then he turned in your direction. He held his hand out to you with a smirk, “So what do you say Y/N? Want to be the Bonnie to my Clyde?”

[casteliacityramen]

Previous post (mini recap)

"Can we talk?"

"That depends if you'll yell at me and take off again."

"Depending on what you say, I just might."

[PART 1 OF 2]

"... Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know how to, without... that... happening. It was sheer coincidence that led Ingram’s descendants to keep coming here. I didn't think you'd believe me," Ray responded telepathically.

"I still don't."

"I have nothing to gain by lying to you."

She hates that part of him, how he manages to sound so disingenuous while still telling the truth. There's always something underneath the surface, but he never goes there unless she pokes and prods. She could have ended that explanation right then and there, but she continues.

"But not telling me that the Dewott that I've seen every other night was a Matsumoto this entire time? Keeping that to yourself is okay?"

One of the many problems of an infinite lifespan means that there's no longer agency to anything. There's no immediate need to address any personal matters when they theoretically have all the time left in the world.

He figured that he could have talked to her further down the line, when they both settled down and processed all of their feelings... Or so he thought. 

Touchy subject or not, it was starting to sink in that he should've talked about this sooner. Granted, he never would have guessed that the circumstances would have led them to where they were now. Neither of them imagined that today would’ve gone like this.

"Of course not...

... But can you blame me when you reacted like you did?"

"Alright, asshole, I came to apologize but if you’re going to-"

"You scared me."

"Rio, when you were released, when you found me again, you sat on that seat and you said…”

“... Nothing.”

The two of them sit still, time grinding to a halt while Ray’s eyes roamed the space underneath his hands–as if the grain in the wooden countertop was magically providing him instructions on how to organize his words.

Gods, he wished.

"You were so quiet, it was unsettling. You’ve never been one to shy away from talking about how you feel, so I know that something went terribly wrong. A Matsumoto stopping by every now and then seemed so inconsequential at the time. But… the more I thought about telling you, the more I second guessed myself.

So I left it unspoken. I had a feeling you would be angry with me and I was right... But I never thought you'd be furious.

We carried on quietly for the past six months because I wanted you to take the first step. I figured that you’d be ready whenever you felt like you it, but I should have told you about this without having to make you dredge up the past by yourself."

I'm sorry."

"This is supposed to be my apology about yelling at you, you prick." Rio telepathically mutters, not expecting this level of genuine introspection from him. "How am I supposed to follow that?"

She watches as Ray visibly laughs off the tension in his shoulders. She lets out a short huff in response, turning back to the counter.

"I thought I was fine. I thought I was better than this–above it all. We went through something like this before, back when we first started. I thought we’d shrug it off like we did last time, but then I snapped like a toothpick today."

Ray watches as her face scrunches up in a cocktail of negative emotions. She seems like she's physically struggling to get anything out, which is an effort that didn't go unnoticed by Ray.

"I think running a ramen stand as a rockruff is exactly how I am now: absolutely useless. I'm not allowed to be useful. I'm not allowed to do my job as a Shepherd.

And that's a good thing, because now I can't stop thinking about all my mistakes--all the people I failed to protect. There's no use in a guardian angel that loses faith in herself."

She turns, facing the street, thankful that it was relatively empty at this time of hour.

“So... I sat here, on this very stool, watching every day as everybody moved on with their lives without a care in the world. Ordinary people who seem to be doing fine without me.” 

Rio shakes her head at the term "ordinary people,” laughing bitterly as she turns back around.

“I know I’m being stupid. A carefree life for everyone is what we work so hard for, yet I feel so… so pissed off at them for being none-the-wiser.

Imagine that: being mad that peace is the new ‘ordinary.’ Angry that these people don't know what it's like to live with the constant threat of death, even though none of them deserve it. It makes me feel like a shitty shepherd.

I thought it'd be easier if I slept through those moments, but every other time I fall asleep, I have a nightmare. When I try to think of anything else, all I can think about is how this all started. I thought about all the things we did to get to this point. I couldn't, and still can't, stop thinking about everything I did wrong back then and now.”

Ray heaves a heavy sigh, partly because he feels relieved that she's opening up to him, but another partly because he knows exactly what she's talking about.

“Yeah.”

She didn’t need him to say anything else. She knows that he knows. She'll tell him the full extent of what she went through and what she's going through, but that's for another day. That isn't the purpose of this specific conversation, after all.

She paws the empty glass around on the table sheepishly for a long moment. Finally, she gathers herself and turns to him.

“I’m sorry I made you cry.” 

“I know.”

“Thanks for putting up with me.”

“You’ve been there for me. I wouldn't have it any other way.”

[Next]

[thedream14]

I really love the idea of ​​Logan assuming that Wade has always been a mutant, only to find out in some random way that Wade was actually a “fail” experiment.

In his home universe, Wade Wilson was a human with extraordinary physical abilities and reflexes, but not a mutant. So, upon seeing his face for the first time in the Void, Logan automatically assumed that this variant of Wilson was definitely a mutant. Besides, it made sense that he wasn't a human. Deadpool could survive literally anything.

(superrrr Angst/Fluff stuff over here)

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The prompt would go something like this:

One day, while walking through Central Park, they came across a small exhibition of mutant artists. This caught Logan's attention, as he has always openly supported any kind of mutant project.

Without explanation, he dragged Wade towards the exhibition. From the beginning, Logan could notice Wade's nervousness and discomfort. He had become strangely rigid in his movements and for once… He shut up voluntarily.

Feeling a little weird with his partner's attitude, Logan decided to get away from the crowd with Wade. Once in a more private place he asked:

- Ok… Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong with ya, bub ?

- Ahhhh nothing, noopeee, nada !

- You know that I can tell that you are lying, right? Like literally I can Smell it all over you…

- Well… It's pointless really… like really dumb. You don’t have to worry about it…

- Quit the bullshit, mouth! If it was a “dumb” thing, you wouldn't be like this. You didn't even comment on one of the paintings with a fucking tennis ball on it

- Gagged ! No pun intended.

- You fucking idiot - Snikt!

- Ok ok relax !!! Pull the kitty claws away…

- I swear, I never thought I'd say this, but starts talking Wade…

- Ok, it's just that... I felt a little out of place. All those mutants… like everybody was happy and talking to each other, I don't know... It's not that I have anything against mutants, of course not, I support the cause. I fuck with all the equal rights for mutants and stuff… it's just that, I don't know... I felt like I shouldn't be there... Also, what if you were recognized, Peanut? Then your community would associate you with me and let's be honest, almost nobody wants that... Nobody wants to be seen with lil old Deadpool, imma right?

Logan is a man of few words. He has always kept control of his thoughts and actions. There are very few times when he decides to remain silent, simply because his mind has gone blank. This is one of those times.

- Hey !!! Earth calling Wolvie… are you okay? Holy shit I think I talked too much again… Look, I’m reeeeeeally sorry…

- What the actual Fuck…

- Excuse me… what?

- Like What the actual Fuck, Wade… I don’t understand. How can you feel out of place among your own people? And what is all that shit about me being seeing with you?

After Seeing his partner's worried face, Logan decided to be a little gentler with his words. He didn't want to close the opportunity of communication between them. Also, Logan didn’t want to make him feel even more insecure.

He really didn't understand the situation and wanted to know what’s going through his lover mind. Soooo with an extreme delicacy, he grabbed his partner's hand and with a sweet gesture, he commented:

- Ok… Princess, don’t worry. I just… want to understand you. Please walk me through it…

- I mean… If you ask that kindly - Respond Wade with a small smile. - Like I told you, I don’t feel welcome between mutants at all… Like the X-men didn’t want me close…

- Fuck the X-men! If they don't want you around, it doesn't mean that any other mutant will feel good in your company. I love your company. As mutants we have to watch our backs together…

- Wait wait wait… I truly loveeee all this sweet speech of yours, I truly am… but peanut… Their is a detail. I’m not a mutant… or at least, I wasn’t born as one… you knew that, right? Righttt ???

Again, mind blank. This is a record, Logan should treat Wade with an ice cream as a reward.

- Ok… Well, I guess you didn't know

- How?

- Excuse me, love… How what exactly?

- How you become one? I mean… you are saying that you aren’t a mutant. Then what happened?

- Ohhh Peanut, buckle up for a sappy Origen story !!!

To say that Logan was not prepared for the story would be an overstatement. He had no words to describe the pain that was crossing his heart.

Logan could empathize with Wade's suffering, but fail to assimilate the fear and hopelessness that Wade probably felt in those darker times. It’s not easy to accept the end of the road when you have loved ones around you.

- And like I told you, I'm not exactly welcome anywhere… I'm not human enough to be well regarded on the streets and I'm not mutant enough to play nice with the X-Men and their little joy club. It's not like I want to be with them either... They're all idiots who can kiss my disfigured fucking ass ... But I'd be lying if I told you I wouldn't like to belong somewhere... I don't like feeling lost, Logan. That’s why I take good care of my family… That’s why I try to take a good care of you…

- Wade… I…

- Nope, no words Peanut. It’s ok. I’m used to it. I… I just need time. Besides, I don't want to cause you any trouble. Like I said, I want you to be happy. I don't want any doors to be closed to you because of me. I would hate myself even more if you were excluded because of me. That's why I'm worried that you'll be seen with me in such a public way…. I love you and I want the best for you, Logan…

- Wade… This is too much… I

- Ohhhh I’m sorry… I don’t want to be overwhelming… I just…

- No… It’s not that… It’s too much to process… I… Wade, I love you… I truly love you. I’m not good with words, but I could tell you how much I love you and how much I love and crave your company. I don’t give a fuck about anybody else… I want you by my side all the time.

- Ohhh Peanut, it’s ok…

- No, it’s not ok. Stop it. It’s not ok what you been through. It’s not fucking ok how you being treated and I swear to god, it’s not ok how you been excluded by the people that was supposed to help you… So fuck it ! Fuck them ! Fuck all of them !!! We don’t need them, princess !!! We are better without them !

- Come Logan, don’t say that ! That’s why I didn’t want to tell you…

- No, Wade. Don’t ever lie to me about this things. We are partners, lovers, whatever you want to call us. We are together. If you are not welcome, neither I am.

With even a greater gentleness, Logan released Wade's hands to hold his face. His eyes were tearful with emotion.

At that moment, Logan remembered how beautiful the love of his life truly was. He also made a promise to himself, he would never let anyone hurt Wade again.

- I need you to engrave this inside your head my princess, I would never be ashamed of loving you. Of holding your hands, kissing your face and hugging your body. I will never regret chosen you !

Immediately, Logan ended that promise of love with a sweet and slow kiss.

Wade did not deserve to be an open secret. Wade was his mutant lover and no one could change that fact.

***

I was cooking this in my sleepless nights… I need to rest, but my insomnia is severe and F up…

I hope you liked this 🤯

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Two Minute Notice - Completed!

@steddiebang2024 | AO3

I'm so excited I finished this! It was meant to be bare-minimum 10k, 5 chapters, easy peasy. Well, now it's 9 chapters and almost 40k words so 🤷‍♀️ whats a girl to do? Please check it out, along with the amazing art from hel-s-art

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Before he even opened the door, Steve could tell Eddie was well past freaking out. He hadn’t been himself all day; contrary to what he’d been saying throughout the week (I’m fine, Steve, I’m fine, I’m fine ), Steve knew Eddie, he knew the thoughts spiraling around his head. He hated Creel for doing this to him, for causing this stress in the first place.

Eddie was nearly crumpled over his vanity, muttering to himself and taking breaths that Steve feared were too deep, too rushed.

“Eds,” Steve whispered gently, trying not to startle him. He almost felt like a bunny, quivering under a stress he couldn’t handle, heart about to give out on the spot. The makeup brush Eddie had been holding clattered onto the counter and he took another too-deep breath into his lungs, sounding more strained than before.

“I’m fine! I-I’m fine, it’s okay. I’ll be out in a second, I’m fine,” Eddie said, voice trembling like whatever had held him together all these years was so frayed it could snap at any second.

He looked around the room, the tour posters glaring at him from every angle. Ten years. Ten years Creel had been lording success over Eddie’s head and Steve hadn’t been able to do a damn thing about it, but he’d never stop trying.

“Baby-“

“I’m fine!” Eddie snapped. He took another deep breath, held the air in for a beat, and let it go. “Steve, I’m fine. I just needed a minute.” His voice was still choked up, the breath he took just as useless to calm him down as the ones before.

“You’re not fine,” Steve said, tone just as soft and quiet as before, as he stepped up behind his boyfriend. He watched as Eddie trembled in front of the mirror, eyes focused on the concealer in front of him and distinctly avoiding eye contact with Steve’s reflection.

Steve reached out carefully, making sure Eddie saw him in the mirror before he placed his hands on the singer’s shoulders. He rubbed circles into the base of Eddie’s neck, not hard enough to erase any of the tension in his shoulders, but Steve hoped it was gentle enough to ease the man’s racing heart.

“You’re shaking, Eddie, you’re not okay.” He leaned down to bury his nose in Eddie’s hair. He wanted to ground him, to hold him and reassure him that he wasn’t alone. Eddie always did better with physical touch; it helped him breathe, it made the stress and panic feel a little easier to deal with, and Steve was always there to make sure Eddie felt safe through his anxiety.

Now, instead of easing into the warmth behind him, Eddie brushed Steve’s hands off him and stood up to pace the dressing room. He rubbed at his shoulders where Steve had touched, and rolled his neck several times like he was trying to physically uncoil a wire in his head.

“Steve, I’m about to go out and perform and I need a minute to get ready, okay?”

“Ed, come on! I’m trying to talk to you, you can’t just-“

“I need to do this! There’s a whole fucking crowd of fans and media and investors out there, and this is important to me. You said you’d support whatever’s important to me!”

He was shouting now, hands still trembling as he carded them through his hair. Steve winced internally, knowing the frizz Eddie just caused would freak him out even more. He glanced at the mirror, shifting just a bit to put himself between Eddie and his reflection. The rockstar hadn’t had the chance to touch up his makeup yet, a few faded scars bleeding through the foundation on his jaw.

“This has to be perfect, I have to be the best one out there. All those cameras out there, I can’t let Henry down now ,” Eddie pleaded with Steve, as if he’d ever let Creel down before. He always pushed himself past his limits for the bastard, always played the part in his stupid fucking circus and they’d had this conversation before, Eddie’d never listened to Steve’s opinion on Henry fucking Creel.

“Eddie, you know I’d support you if I thought this is really what you wanted, but it’s not! You’re freaking out, you’ve been on edge all day- fuck , you’ve been on edge for weeks leading up to this!”

“Because I don’t have a choice!” Eddie yelled back at him. He’d stopped pacing, turning fully to look at Steve and the wild look in Eddie’s eyes trembled as he stared him down.

“Henry’s the reason I have everything I do! He’s the only reason I have all this,” Eddie said, arms flailing out to gesture around him, “He’s the reason I have the fame, the money, the safety. He’s the reason I have you !”

Steve cocked an eyebrow. How the fuck Eddie came to that conclusion, he didn’t know.

“Eddie, you did all of that yourself.” Steve’s voice was measured again, he reigned in the anger he wanted to throw at Eddie’s stupid producer, sponsor, or whatever the fuck Creel was to him at that point. “You’ve got more talent in one fucking curl on the top of your head than Creel’s got in his whole body. That’s why he pushes you so hard, that’s why he throws all of this shit at you, because you’re the only thing he has.”

“But I only know you because of him, because of this huge fancy life I have. I never would have met you otherwise, you don’t even know me outside of all this !” he spat out, gesturing again to the tour posters, flicking at the black satin shirt that was draped over his chest, covering the scars beneath. Eddie stopped pacing, and wrapped his arms around himself like he had to physically hold it together, like he was the only one who could keep the pieces from scattering across the floor.

Steve sighed, stepping forward to clear the space between them. Eddie was still shaking. Steve could see his t-shirt trembling as his heart thumped away beneath it, and he wanted so badly to take all the stress away; to squeeze him until all the tension left his body and he could finally take a reasonable breath, one that wouldn’t put him closer to the edge of hyperventilating. He reached out his hand, letting Eddie have the chance to pull away if he wanted to.

Instead, Steve’s fingers trailed softly along Eddie’s arm until he was grasping at the man’s shoulder. His other hand reached toward his face, brushing along the faint scars at Eddie’s chin. There was so much that Steve admired and adored about Eddie that he never saw in himself, always acting like Eddie had just accidentally stumbled into Steve’s life and he wasn’t sure how or why Steve was staying.

Eddie sighed, and relaxed just a bit into Steve’s touch. It was a start.

“I feel like… like if I lose this, then…” he struggled for the words, looking from Steve’s eyes to the mirror behind him. Steve watched as Eddie’s gaze darkened and took on an edge of panic again before resting once more on Steve, “Then I lose you,” he choked out, trying to pull in another shuddering breath.

“Sweetheart, you could never lose me. I’m practically obsessed with you, if you haven’t noticed,” Steve scoffed. It was astonishing to him that Eddie didn’t realize just how much Steve could stare at him for hours, catalogue every feature; how much Steve craved being so close to Eddie he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began, like he could melt into the fabric of Eddie’s very being and be completely satisfied.

Steve brought his other hand to Eddie’s face, now cradled between them, and gave his cheeks a light squish. “Babe, you are the kindest, brightest, most hardworking person I’ve ever met in my life. You’ve gone through so much, so much , that would knock people right off their feet and you’re still standing.”

“But what if that’s not good enough?” Eddie mumbled between Steve’s palms.

“For who, Creel ?” Steve scoffed, “I don’t give a fuck what he says, you’ve been on top of your game for ten straight years. You could go on that stage and throw up, and I’d still cheer for you. Hell, if you went up there and kicked Henry Creel in the head I think most of the sponsors would cheer, too, the dude’s a fucking prick.”

Eddie’s eyes darted between his own for a few seconds and Steve could see just how hard the gears in his head were turning. His brow ruffled a bit, pinching in the middle before smoothing out, shoulders relaxing again as he melted into Steve’s touch.

“Well, I might throw up considering I’ve spent my whole warmup having a panic attack,” Eddie chuckled, reaching up to grasp one of Steve’s hands in his own. His palms were sweaty, but he held onto the man like a lifeline, using him as a tether to bring himself back to shore.

“Well, I’ll be here after you clean yourself up.”

“Not before?” Eddie laughed, easing the weight in Steve’s chest.

“Absolutely not, you know I can’t handle vomit even if it’s you,” Steve chuckled, letting Eddie tuck his face into Steve’s neck. He was so relieved that Eddie seemed better, like a string had been cut and the weight was no longer crushing his chest. Steve could feel that he wasn’t shaking anymore, the earthquake his heart was making in his chest had stilled and Steve could feel it thump-thumping gently against his own at a much more reasonable pace.

Reluctantly, he slowly pulled back — hands rubbing soothingly along Eddie’s arms — and walked over to the dressing room door.

“Where are you going?” Eddie asked, an edge of panic bleeding back into his voice.

“Nowhere,” Steve said as he creaked the door open, letting the sounds of music seep into the room. He just wanted to make sure that Eddie still had time, that no one was out there waiting to shove him up onto the stage before he was ready.

“Dance with me?” Steve asked, walking back toward the rockstar, who ducked his head and tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Steve held out a hand for him to take, and Eddie placed his own gently on top, snaking his other arm around the man’s shoulders. Steve wrapped his own around Eddie’s waist, pulling them together again, and Eddie thought back to Zeus splitting the humans in half — thought that maybe he was right to fear them if they were as powerful as Steve made Eddie feel when they were together. 

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus healing from a traumatic relationship and the proof being visible with how small his frame has gotten.

Soundrod tfp after the war & cybertron is rebuilt au

Physical intimacy romance between the two & long looks

After breaking up with his boyfriend he wanted to get away from everything. Before he'd gotten with his boyfriend he thought he had lot's of friends who cared about him. But during and afterwards he realized he didn't have any.

The signs were all there and yet no one cared. He knows they were all busy with the war. But it's been over for a while and no one cared when he was in a relationship and people definitely didn't care when he finally managed to get away from his abuser.

He used to love being in the middle of crowds surrounded by people but now he couldn't stand it. He'd always hoped things would get better after the war ended but in a lot of ways it felt the same. Instead of battling his enemy externally they were now within.

He was so tired and just wanted to get away from everything. Which is why he'd banished himself to the middle of nowhere.

Hearing a weird sound outside he went to investigate and was shocked to find someone passed out on the ground obviously injured.

He rushed to their side looking them over and froze in shock when he realized it was Soundwave. He debated what to do but ultimately decided to help him. The war was over and they were supposed to be at peace now. He didn't want anyone else to die.

He struggled picking him up because he was surpringly heavy and because he was weak from starvation. A form of self punishment for being an idiot.

He managed to carry Soundwave inside and place him on his bed. He then grabbed his medkit and looked him over being careful when he bandaged his tentacles knowing the damage they could do.

After he was done he left him to rest and went to do other things around the house. Hearing a crash come from upstairs he rushed to his bedroom and found Soundwave sitting up.

"You're okay. You're safe now."

Soundwave moved his tentacles noticing they were bandaged along with other parts of his frame. He grabbed a cube of energon carefully holding it out.

One of his tentacles snatched it away and Soundwave quickly drank.

"Are you okay?"

When Soundwave didn't say anything he came closer gasping in surprise when Soundwave's tentacles wrapped around him.

"What?"

He could feel Soundwave scanning him and then he was pulling up an old photo which made him flinch.

"What are you doing?"

Soundwave somehow accessed his medical reports and flashed his weight across the screen on his face.

"It's nothing."

He squirmed trying to free himself from his tentacles.

Soundwave didn't let him go instead his tentacles touched old scars from his boyfriend. When he saw the question mark he lied.

"Those are from the war."

Soundwave finally let him go and he left the room feeling confused and wondering what just happened. The entire time he was leaving he could feel Soundwave watching him.

[lucyblue101]

When I’m with you… my body feels different

Choso x reader

Warnings: sexual content. Choso in this au has had his body for a while but isn’t sexually expirenced. However he’s been in a relationship with the reader for a while and they’re taking things slow. Choso has his first orgasm prematurely.

Choso sat on the edge of the bed, his usually composed expression nowhere to be found. Tonight, he seemed more nervous than usual, his dark hair falling around his face as he looked down at his hands, a subtle tension in his shoulders. You’d noticed him growing closer and more comfortable with you over the past few months, but he was still hesitant, holding back in a way that suggested there was something he hadn’t quite figured out.

As you settled next to him, he looked up, his gaze softening slightly when he met your eyes. “Is everything alright?” you asked, gently placing a hand on his shoulder to reassure him.

He gave a small nod, but his eyes drifted downward again, his lips pressing together as though he were trying to find the right words. “I… I think so. It’s just… new,” he murmured, his voice hesitant.

You tilted your head, curious. “New?”

He seemed to struggle for a moment, his cheeks turning the faintest shade of red. “When I think about you… when we’re close like this… sometimes my body feels strange,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

hesitant. “I… I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Sometimes… when I’m close to you like this, my body feels… different. My pants… they get tighter, and it… hurts.” His cheeks flushed, and he looked away, almost as if ashamed.

Your cheeks warmed as the realization dawned on you. “Oh,” you whispered, feeling your own heartbeat quicken. Choso was just beginning to experience the sensations of physical attraction, something he’d never encountered before. You could see the confusion and vulnerability in his eyes, and it was both endearing and heart-wrenching.

“Choso,” you said softly, leaning in and gently cupping his face. “That’s completely normal. It just means… you’re feeling something strong for me.”

He seemed both relieved and uncertain, his gaze searching yours for reassurance. “I don’t really know what to do.”

Smiling gently, you brushed your thumb over his cheek. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” you said. “Just… let yourself feel.”

Slowly, you leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. His arms found their way around you, pulling you closer, and he responded to the kiss with a hesitant but growing confidence. The kiss deepened naturally, becoming more passionate than either of you were used to, and when you shifted into his lap, you felt his breath catch.

Your lips left his, trailing along his jawline and down to his neck, placing soft, lingering kisses on his warm skin. He shivered beneath you, his fingers tightening around your waist, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped him, his voice filled with surprise at his own reaction.

As your kisses grew deeper, you felt him shifting beneath you, trying to adjust as he struggled with the new sensations overtaking him. The hard, insistent warmth pressing against your thigh was unmistakable, and when he realized it too, his cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red.

“I… I’m sorry,” he stammered, voice rough with embarrassment as he tried to catch his breath. “I don’t know what’s happening… When you’re this close, it… hurts but also feels really good?.”

Your own cheeks heated, and you could barely contain your flustered smile as you realized just how innocent he truly was. “Choso,” you whispered, bringing a hand to gently stroke his cheek, “it’s okay. It’s normal to feel this way when you’re with someone you love.”

Still looking a little lost, he glanced down at himself, swallowing hard as he processed your words. “It’s normal?” he asked, voice soft and uncertain. His brow furrowed as he shifted under you again, and he let out another low, almost involuntary moan as you trailed your fingertips along his abdomen, lifting his shirt to expose his toned stomach. The sight made your heart flutter, and you couldn’t resist pressing gentle kisses along his skin, feeling the way his muscles tensed and relaxed under your touch.

“Oh,” he gasped, his eyes closing as a whimper escaped his lips, his hands gripping onto you tighter. You continued, your kisses soft but insistent, moving over each firm line of his abs. Choso’s breathing grew more erratic, and his entire body trembled beneath you as he struggled to hold himself back, to understand these overwhelming sensations. You felt him buck slightly beneath you, unable to control his reactions.

Then, suddenly, his whole body tensed, and he let out a shuddering, unrestrained moan as his hips lifted instinctively. His eyes fluttered open, a dazed expression on his face, and you noticed the slight dampness starting to spread in his pants. He seemed stunned, frozen for a moment, as the release washed over him, leaving him breathless and flushed. His eyes met yours, wide with surprise and embarrassment, and a blush spread across his cheeks.

“I… I didn’t mean to… I don’t…” he stammered, looking away as he tried to process what had just happened. “My pants…” He swallowed, clearly mortified. "Their a little wet," he whispered, almost to himself, his cheeks burning.

You gently cupped his face, wiping away a small tear that had gathered in the corner of his eye, offering him a reassuring smile. “Choso, it’s okay,” you murmured, your voice soft and understanding. “It’s completely normal. It just means you felt really good.”

He looked up at you, his eyes vulnerable, yet filled with a sense of relief as he took in your comforting words. “You… you’re not upset?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course not,” you replied, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. “I love every part of you, Choso. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

A shy but grateful smile crept onto his face, and as he glanced down at himself again, he laughed softly, a little self-conscious but clearly reassured by your presence. “Thank you… for being so patient with me,” he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude.

You pulled him close, pressing a few more soft, gentle kisses to his lips. “Always,” you promised, leaning into him with warmth and understanding. “Whenever you’re ready to learn more, I’m here.”

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More things I didn’t discover until my 10th playthrough:

When Ashley wakes up at the beginning of chapter 14

you know like

when Leon is sitting on the floor at her bedside, and he’s winded and his vision is blurring and he’s actively planning his suicide and probably wondering at what point he should actually pull the trigger so that he does it before he turns, and he’s very likely just hoping and praying that Ada will actually come through for him post-mortem and get Ashley home in his stead

yeah so like when she wakes up during that

and Leon’s name is the first thing out of her mouth? She doesn’t just say his name. She also puts a hand on his shoulder

and that’s when he perks up and gets up and his symptoms suddenly all vanish and I want to fuckgin throw up now that I’ve noticed it.

I’ve talked before about how Ashley is Leon’s anchor to reality, but that is actually literally true in this instance. When Leon sat down and flipped his gun around and pulled the slide back, he was checking to make sure that a round was chambered. Then he takes a deep, steadying breath.

This happens just after his suppressant wore off, and there was no way for him to know when Ashley was going to wake up. It could’ve been hours. And by then, it would’ve been too late for him.

He was checking for a round in the chamber so that he could use it on himself if it came down to it.

Canonically, this isn’t the first time he's considered suicide. In RE6, he admits that he considered it (”a few times, actually”) while still in Raccoon City, and also just after escaping. So, when he’s sitting there at Ashley’s bedside, he isn’t considering suicide with a “I hope it doesn’t come to this” mentality -- it’s more of a “It was probably always going to end like this anyway” one.

And I can say that with confidence because it’s the closest he ever gets to actually turning (prior to his hallucinations at the very end of chapter 15) -- and it seems to be entirely self-inflicted. On some level, mentally, he’s already given up.

But then it’s her touch and her voice that clears his vision, steadies his breathing, chases away the pain and weakness that caused him to sit in the first place, and even brings a smile to his face. Suddenly, he’s fine. And he doesn’t have another fit like that again, outside of Saddler deliberately causing one.

And I just

I think about that in tandem with how bad his mental health gets later in the series -- how dark his depression gets in some canon installments, how profoundly his trauma manifests, and how he tries to self-medicate with liquor until it turns into a problem that just gets worse and worse and worse as the years go by.

And I just have to wonder if he’d have ever gotten that bad if he hadn’t walked away from Ashley at some nebulous point after RE4.

[ganondoodle]

the company i work for decided that its switching from the german formal "You"(Sie) to the informal "you" (Du) in all of our websites so now we have to scour the entire database to change it and i quite frankly hate that, not just bc the unecessary extra work but especially bc its such a weird and unecessary change

i bet its bc everything here is getting englishfied (both literally and culturally it feels like, when my new boss talks its half in english bc every second german word is just replaced by an english one despite there being perfectly fine words for it in german too, its so annoying) and bc they want to sound more personal in hopes of getting more clients bc 'company is your fwiend uwu!!', i know this here is the amercian tm site so you wouldnt understand really but i do not want to be greeted with 'du' by companies, no, thats too personal, you dont know me and im not giving you my data, stay away!!

i guess thats how i would describe it .. the formal you is like a polite distance, like someone you dont know staying outside your personal space, but when its the informal 'you' it feels invasive unless i told you you can call me that, and that goes double for companies

maybe its a small thing that doesnt seem important but i cant stand it, im just a little part time worker doing data work so i got no say in it but the companies founder also announced hes giving his post to his kids some time ago so ...... since then theres been alot of changes and new projects that solely aim to imitate whats popular and whats done by other companies, despite ours being one that is, or used to be, intentionally different, like, that was the POINT, but i guess chasing trends is just too appealing for CEOs

[vaguely-concerned]

just going about my day idly contemplating how some of the ways hawke can interact with a romanced anders are not at all unlike how they interact with leandra (and a bit of carver too, especially with a purple hawke), and then thought about my hawke in the timeline where he romances anders and was hit straight in the face with 'was he ever actually in love, or was he just desperately trying to renegotiate with his mother's ghost in any way he could' and now i need to lie down. this is the power of dragon age 2

[moonchild-in-blue]

Can someone please either validate me or send me to the Corner of Shame? This is very silly but I'm wondering.

So. I was talking to my sister the other day about movies and such, and she told me of one she recently watched with this one actor. And I casually mentioned how much I hated him. Not in a "he's a bad actor" or "he's a bad person" way. Nothing to do with whether I find him attractive or not. Just in a "he looks the most punchable guy on earth and I have this irrational rage against him" way, to the point that I just can't watch movies with him without being annoyed.

My sister looked at me like I was crazy because, "what do you mean you hate the guy". And I told her yeah? That's normal? Don't you have at least one person you can't stand for no reason?

Sister was like 😬😬😬 No??? Which is wild to me, because I could easily name 50 (which I did - not 50 but we were getting close to 20 before i got too annoyed lmao).

Now she thinks I'm slightly insane (/j) (I made myself angry and may have referred to a few individuals as "stupid" and "obnoxious"), and I kinda don't believe I am the only person alive who feels this way. But also she's an incredibly empathetic extrovert, while I'm a very low empath socially anxious creechur so. There's that?? I guess ?? Idk.

Can anyone relate to this? Or am I the weird one?

Also wait. Little disclaimer: I am not generally a violent person AT ALL. Do i get annoyed and angry easily? Yeah. Do I feel like bitch slapping someone right across their stupid face? Yeah, sometimes, sure. Do I do something about it? Not really.

I can be real bitchy and extra sarcastic and petty SURE, but that's the most I'll do if I am legitimately angry. Mostly I just go to my room and cry 🥺 (crying when angry yes it me). So yeah. Before yall think I have unsolved anger issues.

[redrose10]

Could you do arranged marriage with yoongi, prompt 68, and a happy ending🥺

I hope this is okay!

Fire & Ice

Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing, hints of cheating, slightly suggestive, mentions of being drunk

#68 “Seems like you have to sleep here tonight”

When you first entered into an arranged marriage with Min Yoongi you did your best to try and make it work. Sure it wasn’t ideal and you would’ve rather fallen in love on your own terms but it was done and over with and you were determined to try your best and make things work.

The first time he broke you down though was on your wedding night. His parents had rented a large suit at the most luxurious hotel in the city so that the two of you wouldn’t have to travel far after the reception. You were nervous but hopeful and maybe even a little excited. You changed out of your big ball gown of a dress and were waiting on the bed for Yoongi. When the door finally swung open you perked up a little only to be shot down when he grabbed his clothes and told you he had booked his own room to sleep in and then left without sparing you a glance. You spent your wedding night cold and alone in a king size bed while your new husband was doing who knows what. A crack formed in your heart that night.

The next time he chipped away at that crack was a few months later. It was his birthday and you had spent the entire day cooking all of his favorite foods. It was a lot of work but you really wanted to impress him. He told you he’d be home at his normal time so the table was set and you had changed into a nice dress and had lit some candles. You waited and waited and thirty minutes late turned into two hours late turned into six hours late. Finally around 2am he came walking through the door completely ignoring you and all of the food that was now cold and ruined. After questioning him he let you know that his friends threw him a surprise party that you apparently had never been made aware of and he forgot to tell you he was going to be home late. He tried to apologize but you fought back tears as you shoved his present into his chest and stormed off to your bedroom. The crack in your heart grew quite a bit that night.

There were other things that chipped away at it here and there. Hurtful words and spiteful glares. The few times you would go out of your comfort zone and wear something to try and get his attention but he’d never do more than look in your direction before turning his attention elsewhere. There was the way he always introduced you simply by your name, never Mrs. Min or even My Wife. It made you feel like he didn’t want people to know.

There were moments of positivity though. The two of you talked a little bit. You both had a love for music which started many conversations. He sent you roses on your birthday. And you swore he showed the tiniest bit of jealousy when you ran into your physical trainer, Jungkook. You couldn’t quite make it out but you know you heard him mumble something about how he could have muscles like that if he really wanted to before telling you the car was ready even though it wasn’t and you two had to stand outside in the rain for an extra ten minutes. You got the feeling he just wanted to get you away from Jungkook.

One evening though, he finally shattered your heart beyond repair. Another night where he came home way later than he should have. You heard a loud crash in the living room followed by lots of giggles. You rush out there and found him stumbling around drunk out of his mind after having knocked over a vase. His two friends, Namjoon and Jimin, were off to the side not completely sober themselves but seemingly more coherent than your husband was.

Yoongi coming home drunk wasn’t anything knew or shocking. You were used to it by now. So you didn’t think twice when you went to help him up and get him in bed only to be stopped when you saw the large purple and red bruise on this neck. You threw his arm down like it had electrocuted you.

It had always been in the back of your mind that he was possibly cheating. You two had been together for many many months at this point never having done anything like that and it was starting to affect even you. You always pushed those thoughts away though but here was the evidence right in front of you.

Yoongi was too drunk to defend himself. Jimin and Namjoon begged you to listen to them as they could explain what happened but you didn’t care to hear it.

You stormed off back to your room leaving Yoongi passed out on the living room floor and his friends to sneak out knowing there was going to be a fight. That was the moment you fully closed yourself off from him and decided that you two were nothing more than business partners for photo-ops and charity events.

You spent the next year barely speaking or even seeing each other. The first couple weeks

Yoongi tried to explain what happened but you were having no part of it so eventually he gave up. You had bought your own apartment on the other side of the city and only interacted with him at events and family get togethers.

And then one day yours and his parents dropped a huge bombshell that you were not expecting. They wanted to know why the two of you had not produced an heir yet. You couldn’t help but laugh because the two of you were barely even on speaking term so how were you supposed to start a family. That opened up a whole bunch of questions from your families leading to them suggesting the two of you needed to spend time together to try and work on your relationship. It was non-negotiable and before you knew it plans were made and plane tickets were booked against your will.

And that’s how you found yourself alone with Yoongi in a snow covered cabin up in the mountains several hours away from your home.

“I am not sleeping in the same bed as you.”, you spat after you found out it was a one bedroom home.

“Okay sleep outside in the snow then. I don’t really care Y/N.”, he mumbled walking out of the bedroom.

You rolled your eyes but had already accepted that you would be spending a sleepless few nights on the couch because you refused to give in.

After the long trip all you wanted was a hot shower and to get into your comfy pjs so that’s what you did. By the time you were finished the cabin was filled with a heavenly aroma and you found Yoongi in the kitchen. There were two plates of food sitting on the counter. He had made your favorite. When he noticed you he gently slid one over in your direction and for the first time since the beginning of your marriage you felt something other than disdain for him. But you weren’t going to let him know that.

“Are you trying to poison me?”, you questioned.

“Eat it or don’t. It doesn’t matter to me.”

You felt a little bit of guilt watching him grab his plate and sulk over to the table. Quietly you took the second plate and joined him. You both sat in silence with him scrolling on his phone and you just staring at the snow falling outside the window. It seemed like a blizzard was forming as the snow fall had picked up quite a lot since you arrived.

“It’s snowing quite a bit. I hope we don’t loose power.”, you whispered while somewhat trying to gage his reaction to you speaking to him.

He nodded, “yeah I hope not.”

And as if the universe was playing a joke on you the lights flickered once…twice…and then the entire cabin went dark.

“You have to be kidding me.”, Yoongi grumbled before getting up to look for the fuse box.

While he was gone you got a notification from the rental company letting you know there was a power outage in the area due to the snow storm and the current time estimate for it to be fixed was at least 48 hours.

When Yoongi returned you showed him the text which only soured his mood more. He walked into the bedroom and returned a few minutes later bundled up in several layers.

“Where are you going?”, you asked concerned.

“Well without electricity we won’t have any heat. I saw an ax on porch. I’m gonna go chop some wood so that we can build a fire to keep warm.”

“Okay let me get dressed and I’ll come help you.”, you said already walking towards the bedroom. He stopped you furiously shaking his head, “No absolutely not.”

You felt a little hurt that he was so adamant against you going with him but you also knew you couldn’t really blame him either so you stopped your movements as he asked.

He must’ve noticed your reaction because he cleared his throat, “It’s cold and dangerous out there. Just stay in here and enjoy the warmth before it’s gone. I shouldn’t be long.”

You nodded and watched as he closed the door behind him.

You had gotten all the dishes cleaned up and were waiting around for Yoongi. He had been gone quite a while and you were starting to get worried. So you decided to get dressed and were about to head out when he came walking him struggling to get the door to close behind him thanks to the wind. His cheeks were flushed bright red from the cold as he dropped several logs of wood into the fireplace. Within a few minutes he had a fire going that slowly filled the room with much needed warmth.

The two of you sat on the couch in silence just watching the flames move and listing to the crackling of the fire.

After some time Yoongi left and returned with several pillows and blankets. He started laying them out in front of the fire place.

“Seems like you’ll have to sleep here.”, he said looking at you, “We’ll both have to sleep here.”

Your first instinct was to argue against it but then you felt a chill down your spine and you knew you would never make it through the night in the bedroom. So you nodded and joined him underneath your own blanket while he had his and you still made sure there was a considerable distance between the two of you.

The soft glow and the sounds provided by the fire were comforting and you could feel yourself slipping off to sleep fairly quickly until you heard Yoongi shift beside you for probably the hundredth time.

“Yoongi are you okay?”, you asked half concerned half annoyed.

“Yeah sorry. It’s just still so cold it’s hard to get comfy.”

You thought for a moment before taking a deep breath, “D-Do you want to get under the same blanket? We can use our combined body heat to keep warm.”

He became so quiet and still you almost felt embarrassed for even asking until he nodded and lifted up his blanket to give you space to get underneath it.

There was an immediate increase in warmth but you thought it was probably thanks to your body’s rising temperature from being so close to Yoongi.

The room returned to a noticeable silence until it was Yoongi who cleared his throat, “Y/N can I tell you something?”

“Mmhm.”, you nodded.

He took a deep breath, “I’ve never cheated on you.”

You were surprised he was bringing this up so nonchalantly and out of nowhere.

He continued, “That night…That night when I came home drunk and I had that bruise it wasn’t what you think. I was out having some drinks and there was this guy. He came up to me and was talking all this shit about me and my family and stuff. I tried to ignore him. But then…then he called you a gold digging whore and he said he’d take you off my hands for $5 because that’s all you were worth. I got pissed that he was talking about you like that and punched him and then there was a fight and I got hit with something. Maybe a glass or something. I don’t even know what it was but that’s where the bruise came from.”, he stayed silent for another moment, “I know I wasn’t the best husband from the start but I would never and have never been unfaithful to you.”

His words replayed over and over in your mind.

“I just want to say I’m sorry for how I treated you. I was angry and hurt that I wasn’t given a choice in this whole situation but you were the last person I should’ve taken it out on.”, he sighed before continuing, “I just wanted to put that out there. It’s bothered me for a long time and I figured since there’s nothing else to do right now I could take the time to finally say it.”

Your heart was racing as you fidgeted with your sweatshirt.

“I’m sorry too. I should have at least let you explain yourself before completely shutting you out.”, you whispered feeling a little bit guilty, “I just wanted you to give me…to give us a chance and I was hurt that you wouldn’t.”

The room fell into another silence other than the crackling of the fire but this time it was a little less tense.

“M-maybe we should start over. I promise I can be a good husband.”, Yoongi said after a while.

“You did build us a pretty nice fire so that’s pretty good husband stuff.”, you replied trying to lighten the mood a little. He chuckled, “Yeah that’s just the beginning of the things I can do for you.”

You smiled, “Okay let’s start from the beginning.“

He nodded before searching for your hand underneath the blanket. When he finally found it you intertwined your fingers with his.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”, he asked.

“I mean yes but I don’t think we need to start over that far back.”, you giggled as he squeezed your had.

“Yeah how far back should we go?”, he questioned.

You bit your lip debating your next move, “Well how about our wedding night?”

Yoongi chuckled before pulling you into a kiss, “Yeah I think that’s a good place to start.”