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2 am a late night with you

Suguru Geto x Black Fem Reader

Summary: You broke up with Geto nine months ago and he shows up drunk at your place just to see you.

No Warning tags. Just the mention of blood and fighting.

Word Count: 935

"Geto." You said surprised when you opened your apartment door to find your ex slumped up against the wall to prevent himself from falling. Geto's face is red. He has a busted bottom lip and a black eye. Hearing you say his name reminds him of why he's here at your apartment at 2 am.

"Can I come in?" He asked. His words slurred and his voice raspy as he stumbled forward.

You look down at your pink bunny slippers thinking. It's been nine months since the breakup. You removed any traces of Geto from your life. Breaking up with him was the hardest thing you ever had to do. But he was a thug, a low life with nothing going for him but his gang and beating the shit out of rival gangs.

Your parents disliked him. They thought you could have done so much better. So when they set you up with a man named Gojo who was rich and graduated from an Ivy League university, they thought he was just right for you. You never wanted to rebel against your parents so you broke up with Geto and started to get to know Gojo and eventually started to date him but to you, you found him boring. He wasn’t as exciting and adventurous as your Geto. 

“Yeah, sure.” You let him into your apartment. You smell the cheap whiskey and the cigarette smoke coming from him. 

Geto looks at you as he passes by. He saw you had your natural hair braided back. His memories seep back to the nights you and him stayed up late doing your hair. You taught Geto how to do cornrows. He caught on quickly. That moment was special for Geto because he learned to do other things with his hands besides beating the hell out of someone. His hands also learned to love you. The roughness of his palms and fingers missed your body. You never liked your body but Geto showed you every reason he admired it. Kissing you in the places he loves the most. So when he walks past you, you don’t miss the way his hand presses to your waist before slowly falling away. 

“I’ll get the first aid kit.” You said as you walked down the hall to your bedroom to grab the kit. When you return, Geto makes himself comfortable on the living room sofa. You kneel between his legs with the kit in hand and open it. You always fixed him up after a fight. You loved hearing the gruesome details of the bloody fights and how he barely made it out alive. 

“You don’t have to do this Y/n,” Geto said, staring down at you. 

“You’re hurt. Let me fix you up.” 

Geto smiled at you. He loved that you cared. Loved that you never looked down on him because he was some thug. You were the first person who made him feel human, so human that he himself felt human again too. He flinched when the cotton swap touched his bottom lip. 

"I...I...Uh, I miss you.” Geto says quietly. “Does he um…treat you right?”

Of course, you didn’t know how to reply to that. You were with Gojo now and saying that you miss Geto would be shattering that mirrored reality you created with Gojo. 

“He does.” You said as you examined his split lip closer. He liked the fact that you always smelled of shea butter and cinnamon. 

“That’s good,” Geto said. He wanted to know this Gojo guy. Shake his hand to see if they were soft or rough like his. You could tell a lot from a person's hands and that's all Geto needed. 

“You found anyone yet?” You meet eyes with Geto. A dumb question to ask because you knew Geto would never move on so easily, not from you. Every bit of you was too deeply intertwined with him. 

“Not yet.” He smiled. But it’s broken. “No one can compare to you, Y/n.” 

“Let me get an ice pack for your eye.” Before you can leave Geto grabs hold of your wrist staring up at you. 

“I can change,” Geto said. “For you, I’ll change.” 

As you sit on Geto's lap, you crease his check. He felt your warmth and for the first time in months, he felt safe again. He always loved that feeling when he was with you. Geto compared that feeling to a million things but the two he liked most were heaven and lilacs. 

You say, "Always be the Geto I fell in love with."

It was all those fleeting memories of you and him that you held on to most tightly. Kept close to your heart on nights you shared a bed with Gojo. Everything about Geto was who you were. You taught him the things you liked and he taught you the things he liked, too. 

You could do a flawless roundhouse kick because of Geto. He taught you how to defend yourself if he wasn't around. Because there were horrible people who wanted to hurt the only person he loved to torture him. They would want to see the mighty Suguru Geto fall to his knees. 

“Every imperfection of you is what I love most, Geto. The times I had with you, I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. Even though I'm with him. My heart is always yours." 

It's selfish to declare your heart belongs to your former lover, leaving Gojo with nothing.

Geto kisses the palm of your hand. “And my heart will always be yours.” 

A/N: this was my first time writing an anime ff, and it was really fun. If you ever want to request anything, you can. I don't write smut tho sorry. As long as it's an angst romance, I got you!

[1:05am]

Jungkook was telling you a story. It was stupid as hell, but you listened anyway so you could watch his eyes light up at the most exciting parts. And you liked how loud his voice got with the more dramatic parts. Your eyes fell to his lips. If you kissed him now in the middle of his sentence, he'll probably think you didn't want to hear him talk. The truth was, you could listen to Jungkook talk for hours, even if it was about nothing. He was captivating in his own unique way. His name is what you drew hearts around in your notebooks and who all your songs were written about. And you hated how a guy like Jungkook had you deeply infatuated with him. He made you feel things. Things you didn't like but secretly they felt nice.

[3:06am]

Still come to my shows when you don't wanna see my face.

You were an R & B singer who sang in lounges. And Dean hardly fits in, in these kinds of places, around the people and the music. But for you he showed up just to support you. He never sat in the back, always in the front so you could see him. Even after pity fights between you two when he said he would never attend another show, he was always present. Front row. Lip syncing your songs. Dean's a proud boyfriend. He never missed the chance to tell people sitting nearby: "That's my girlfriend. She's a talented singer, right?” And he would have the biggest smile on his face.

La Mocosa — Miguel O’Hara x SpiderThorn (oc)

Comic Height Miguel (5’10)

Mostly SFW//Mature Language

Google translate Spanish <3

Miguel tries to scold a mentally unwell woman who’s taller than him.

Requested by @unique-high

SpiderThorn has been called into 2099’s office for her many “shenanigans” around the complex. Pranking spiders, breaking rules, playing around during missions— her constant use of ‘Fuck’ ‘Shit’ and other types of foul language. She had been recruited for her obvious power as a spider-woman. Not to mention, her venom. That definitely caught Miguel’s eye, of course she wasn’t the only spider-woman who caught his eye, but she was definitely.. the loudest. Miguel tapped at the screens blaring brightly in the dim-lit room he called his office. Standing on the tall platform, he saw the doors being opened in the corner of his eye, the light from the complex slipping in before suddenly being slammed shut. ‘Of course.’ He thought, ‘Break my fucking doors why don’t you?’. He groaned, shaking his head before placing his left hand on his waist. The definition of sass.

He looked down to the woman entering, listening close as she started to speak. Her voice was more elegant than she was as a whole, yet deep. She definitely had an accent, he knew she was mixed. He believed people called it ‘blasian’ or something stupid like that. “Heyyy, uh, so ya needed me Miguel?”, She spoke loud, her voice echoing in the large area. She stood tall, those damn boots.. he questioned how she could fight in them, considering how tall those platforms and the fucking heels! They were at least six inches. “Miguel?” He jolted, realizing he zoned out. He grunted in response, clenching his jaw before turning. “Thorn,” He paused, thinking for a moment “I believe you know why I called you here, la mocosa?”. The eye’s of her mask imitated a confused expression, before she placed her own hands on her hips.

“No, not really. So, can you tell me? If that’s not too much of a fuckin’ as—“ He interrupted, letting a low growl out as he spoke, “Language, this is one of the reasons, you need to watch your mouth!”. This startled her, Her eyes widening as if offended, “Well excuse me, figured I had a right to speak how I fuckin’ wish Miguel.” She brought her arms up and folded them, growling right back. This only annoyed Miguel, as he suddenly jumped and swung down, landing in front of her.. his hulking figure moving towards her, making her jump a little. “¡Cierra el pico!” He now stood tall infront of her, furrowing his thick brows and scowling at her, “This isn’t about your damn freedom of speech, it’s your attitude! You need to learn to take this seriously!”. He poked at her shoulder, his eyes glistening red for just a moment.. Thorn stared, before the eyes of her mask narrowed into a glare. She was slouched, but now she stood up straight.. towering over the man.

He stood, a little shocked but not deterred, even when she hissed out her response. “How about you hop off my dick, dude.” That’s all she said before she pushed him, it was a surprisingly hard shove, enough to send him onto his ass. His eyes widened in anger and shock, now turning his head up to Thorn— “OCTAVIA.” He spoke out her name in a pissed tone, getting up with his claws out, “You WILL obey me, ¡la mocosa!”. She still stood, unmoving, “Like hell I will, limp dick, by the way what the fuck does ‘la mocosa’ or whatever mean. The fuck you calling me?!” She snapped, flexing her hands at him in an aggressive manner, showing her large sharp claws in those damn gloves of her suit.

He stared, flabbergasted that this woman was so brave to threaten him. He was in complete shock, how dare she?! He growled back, walking close to her again.. “It means brat you INSOLENT—“ He stopped, and took a deep breath through his nose and clenched his jaw. “You are such a pain.” He said, his tone filled with his pent up frustration. She only laughed, relaxing as she watched his reaction “Man, you really are a fucking dick. Calm the fuck down, dude.” Her mask imitated a smile using the eyes, her now leaning in close to his face. “Getting worked up over a few pranks, huh. Pussy, can’t people take a fucking joke?” Her pranks were more or less childish, pretending to almost fall to her death but catching herself at the last second though was not. She suddenly hunched over him, pushing him into the nearby wall and caging him in with her own large figure.

“You’re adorable, Miguel. Really, I mean it.” She whispered, giggling all the while he had an expression of confusion, anger, slight embarrassment, and her scent was starting to drive his mind crazy. She smelled spicy almost, yet very alluring at the same time. He could smell her musk from moving all day, it was almost lustrous— it filled his nostrils and made his mind blank a bit. Miguel sputtered, whispering back “Wh- What?”. This just made her laugh harder, before pulling her mask off, all her fluffy locs frizzing out and cascading down her back.. She tugged the front of her turtleneck down, revealing the rest of her face and her thin lips. “I said you’re adorable, damn.. is old age gettin’ t’ ya? Already? Damn.” She teased, before bringing her face closer until her lips were inches apart from his. Miguel’s heart was skipping and racing all at once, his brain trying to process all that was happening. Should he be violent, should he kiss her— wait why would he KISS this bitch?! He wasn’t entirely sure, but fuck that smell was making him feel intoxicated.

“Miguuueeelll.. You good? You’re zoned out..” she cackled, her right hand moving onto the man’s waist— making him flinch and react with his hands on her shoulders pushing her back. “Out.” He shuddered, speaking sternly. She made a face, raising an eyebrow “huh?—“ “OUT. NOW.” Miguel shouted, his fangs showing. She was confused, but shrugged, “uhh..’kay.. bye?” And then she left, completely confused about how he reacted. Miguel watched as she left, and when she was completely gone and he made sure of it.. he sighed, grunting “Lyla—“ she appeared beside him, with a big smirk “…cancel my meetings for today.. tell them I fucking died.” Lyla laughed, and nodded, giving two thumbs up and finger-guns, “Gotcha Miguel, I gotcha!”. Miguel sighed, facepalming and dragging his hand down his face.. Before going to his desk chair and.. staring in dismay at the growing boner he now had to attend to.

“…Dios mio..”

Translations

¡Cierra el pico! - Shut your mouth!

Dios mio - My god

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