#Now I gotta study for my finals sobs

[cen-v4b]

This took me a while to finish lmao but I’m actually proud of the result for once so :D!!

#Now I gotta study for my finals sobs #I hate college #nge animal au #animal au #anime #my art #art #anime art #characters as animals #nge #neon genesis evangelion #kawoshin #kaworu nagisa #shinji ikari #fox #cat #fox drawing #cat drawing

[prettyoatmeal]

That Damned Attitude of Yours (John Price x Fem!reader)

A/N: I got the inspo from @ r0achluvr on tiktok for this. Their HC's are too good to not write about.

GENRE: Smut :3

Summary: After coming home and finding you immediately pissed with him over small, petty things, he fucks that attitude out of you.

Warnings: Dacryphilia, brat taming, unprotected sex, creampie.

Names Used: Darling, gorgeous, baby, greedy girl, good girl, beautiful fussy girl.

Word Count: 582

Masterlist here!

NSFW UNDER CUT

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"What's the matter, darling? Cat got your tongue?"

All you could do was let out a muffled moan in response. If you didn't know any better, you would've thought hours had passed by that point. You very quickly lost track of time, barely tracking it in the first place. You couldn't even remember what you were pissy about to begin with. Now you were bent over with your face firmly shoved into the bedsheets, face down ass up with John gripping the flesh of your hips and leaving bruises along your skin as he pounded into you like there was no tomorrow.

All you could hear was your moans mixing with the erotic sound of skin slapping together. Every thrust hit against that sweet spot deep inside your greedy cunt, driving you wild. John had driven orgasm after orgasm out of you and now you've been left a sobbing mess, drooling and moaning against the sheets as you left a creamy ring at the base of his cock.

"I can't hear you, gorgeous. Speak up," snickering, his grip tightened on your hair as he pulled your tear stained face from the sheets.

"Fu-uck! John-" you squealed before he let you go from his grip again, satisfied with your fucked-out response. He only earned another loud whine as his hand snaked down your front and between your legs, his rough fingers pressing against your throbbing, sensitive clit.

"Shh, I know baby. Just one more for me, okay?"

His voice was husky right against your ear. Eyes rolled back, your cries and moans were muffled by the mattress again as he fervently worked your clit. It was too much almost, John eating up your sobs and cries of sensitivity as he coaxed you through another orgasm.

"Just gotta fuck this damned attitude of yours out, don't I? Greedy girl." he growled with a particularly harsh thrust into you, jolting you forward with a yelp.

You accepted your defeat.

Angling his thrusts, it wasn't long until you felt yourself trembling with the overwhelming feeling of your final orgasm of the night, releasing all that tension and build up with a loud cry into the mattress.

"Thats it, that's it, oh you're such a good girl."

With a few more forceful thrusts, fucking you through your orgasm, he pulled your hips back towards him as he spilled his hot seed inside you with a loud groan. Your walls clenched around him with a whine as to milk him of every last drop.

Your poor, overused body would've collapsed against the bed if John's strength wasn't holding you up as if you weighed nothing, going limp in his grasp.

Catching his breath, he leaned down and pressed his lips against your neck, his huffs hitting against your damp skin as he spoke, "I'm so proud of you, baby. You always take me so well."

He pulled out with a sigh and you immediately felt his release seeping down your thighs as he finally settled you back down onto the comfort of the bed. Laying down next to you as he continued to place small kisses along your shoulders, you felt the warmth of a wash cloth wiping away at the mess between your thighs.

Turning your face out of the plush of the mattress, your half-lidded, glossy eyes stared up at him, and he immediately pulled you into a soft kiss.

"There she is. There's my beautiful, fussy girl." He whispered against your lips with a giggle.

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This made MY OWN tummy do the thing, okay. I should be studying... but tumblr needs me *batman moment*.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #John Price x reader #Captain Price x Reader #John Price Imagines #Captain Price Imagines #John Price Fluff #Captain John Price Fluff #MW2 x reader #John Price Smut #John Price x Reader Smut #Captain John Price Smut #Captain John Price x reader smut #Captain Price x reader Smut #Captain Price Smut

[satoruhour]

STILL (ALWAYS) HERE

a/n: part two to this but not really? enjoy!

wc: 2.4k

warnings: spider-man!gojo, a little ooc gojo, mentions of blood and bruises, cleaning up wounds, some angst -> comfort, play on that one scene from tasm 2

you’re thinking that you’ve hit another dead end when you groan into your sheets from the headache that wraps around your head. it’s mild and dull but there’s still that throb at the back of your consciousness that you can’t exactly take your mind off of. at least, that was what you were telling yourself — normal headaches caused by the stress of university, and definitely not because of a trivial fight with your boyfriend.

the daunting calculus question stares back at you like it was mocking you, teasing you for getting heated over such a small thing when you knew he was only looking out for you with the best intentions in mind.

with a longing look to your abandoned convo with spider-man!gojo, you sink again into your pillow, lights suddenly looking too bright and the music in your ears, jarring. you haven’t seen him in school today, thinking him to be dramatic as always. but he didn’t need lectures and seminars at this point, either, knowing him to be one of the smartest people you know.

in the midst of quelling your headache and thinking of how to apologise, you don’t notice the way your vigilante boyfriend weaves his web around the trees just outside your window, crafting a sweet message of i miss you along the branches and leaves.

a tangle of webs, stuck like honeycomb to some abandoned shed, a tangle of webbing like his hip to yours. tangles of countless webs like his lips along your forehead when you fall asleep too early during study sessions and finally, his heart beating in time with yours.

one fell swoop of a rock from above makes you head tilt in utter confusion; in no world could a rock fall against your window in an arc like that come from anyone of this world, this dimension, yet you know no other person with wall-sticking and web-shooting abilities and it’s then when the complicated entanglement of letters come into view.

your heart clenches up just a little at the sight, a clear indication that it’s satoru from the similarity of his handwriting that’s on his own pre-calc homework. before you can call out, he shifts diagonally outside your window, mask removed and chest heaving at the anticipation of your reaction — both to the tension of your fight before and possibly another thing.

the darkness of the night hardly provides clarity, though, so when you don’t walk away, gojo feels the pull of your eyes on him, drawing him in and trapping him within your own web like prey. crawling along the side of your house, he gives you one more small pleading look: roughed up hair looking a little dirty and his body just aching so much.

“baby . .” he mumbles, blue eyes softening at the sight of you after not seeing you for just one day. it does things to him, “may i?”

but you’re not truly prepared for until your ceiling light exposes the reality of gojo’s situation, what with his cut-filled face and rips all over his suit. it’s dirty, like he was dragged around and made a fool of fighting god knows who, and he’s — oh my god — is all you mouth out, he’s bleeding from a fairly large wound in his side which he has held pressure with his mask.

“’toru!” you panic and quieten down, “oh— oh my god, fuck, fuck fuck, what do i do? satoru— you’re b-bleeding—” and you regret every single word you yelled at him just the day before, now rewarded (or cursed, rather) with his pristine white suit stained a deep, traumatising red. you’re shaking, rightfully so, and gojo is more calm than you, using his free and clean hand to rub circles into your sides.

“breathe, you gotta breathe, princess.”

“n-no— you breathe! you’re l-losing blood!’’ your throat closes in, your head fills with thoughts of his coffin being lowered. you start to sob, “satoru—”

“hey, hey, hey,” it’s both gentle and strong enough to catch your attention, brushing the stray strands from your face and you already lean into the long-awaited touch. his thumb wipes away the tears that already start falling, “’m still here, ’m still here. i’ve tried my best to cover the wound with extra shirts of mine, just stuffed into my suit.”

sniffling, you speak through hiccups, “why the hell do you have extra shirts in your fighting-villains backpack? w-why do you even bring a fighting-villains backpack?”

through the absurdity of it all: fucking spider-man bleeding out on your wooden floor, your tears mixing in with blood, the branches outside starting to snap and fall from the added tension of the webs, satoru laughs softly, fully cupping your face now and trying his best not to grimace at the increasing ache in his side. 

“and you always laugh at the weirdest fucking times!” you chastise, still speaking through periodic hiccups and sniffles that you keep stuttering, not even able to smack him like you like to do because you know he hurts, “now wait here, you loser.”

a soft thank you is heard, able to breathe a little harsher now that you’ve gone to find the first aid, anxiety obvious in the pattering footsteps heard. without wasting any time, you grab the kit and let him peel off the suit in the bathroom, not even that much focused on his toned body but the amount of bruises and cuts that litter it.

a new wave of panic settles in your bones, a whimper sounding out when your feather-like touches span over his body.

“satoru . .”

“i’m so—”

“no,” you mumble, getting to work fast by taking out the gauze, bandages, whatever you could use. thank the heavens you at least knew some first aid, wincing whenever he hisses at the stinging alcohol. “let’s not talk about our fight now.”

he swallows, knuckles white from how tight he was gripping the sink, “f-first time you’re not asking me to apologise, heh—”

from behind, he can see you lift your eyes from the careful care you execute on his side, meeting your eyes in the mirror that gloss over again with tears and his heart sinks again.

“p— please don’t make jokes when i’m literally stitching you up, satoru,” you whisper, forehead bumping into his bicep, soft but quick breaths fanning over the skin there, “i don’t wanna talk, not while i almost lost you.”

“but it’s hardly any—”

“gojo satoru!” the shout of his full name shocks both of you, not even sure whether you were feeling angry at the fact that he always downplays his injuries, or sad at the fact that he can’t see that he deserves to be taken care of, too. it was always a guessing game with satoru.

“it’s not just anything, g-god! can you have some regard for yourself?” you don’t care that your words echo off the bathroom walls, its acoustics probably making your wails even more heartbreaking for your boyfriend. “look at yourself and tell me that it’s hardly anything! tell me, say it to my face!”

your nose is red, tear stains already making their home on your pretty face while your fingers squeeze the gauze instinctively, and he tells himself it’s all because of him. it’s all because he didn’t want to be a couple in public in fear that his enemies would target you, because he was afraid they’d use you as leverage, as a decoy, as a trade deal. but that has only made the yearning for you more difficult — pinkies barely brushing against each other, an inside joke swallowed into his throat.

satoru is silent, not sure what he could say that wouldn’t hurt you any further and he turns to lean against the sink counter, bloodied hands staining the marble and suit. and if he looked hard enough, he’s sure he can see the ache of your palpitating heart, bleeding down your chest and pooling at the floor from all the pain he’s caused you.

you dance across the bathroom floor, tiles both cold and warm under your feet as you make your move without any sound, afraid, afraid, like he would get pulled away the moment you touch him.

but he doesn’t go anywhere — just jerking a little at the sudden contact.

“satoru . .” hoarse, tired, it’s what he made your voice sound like just yesterday from shouting, and now, today, “i . .”

you cry quietly but never stop your ever loving hands, holding his face to look up from the shame, and you see how dull his cerulean ones look now, softened but dim, gentle but lacking vivacity. you think maybe it’s the tears hindering it. bit by bit, gojo’s tears fall and he apologises.

satoru apologises over and over, i’m sorry’s muttered into your hair, into your forehead, into your lips and both your hands are shaking like on a first date.

“i just can’t bear to lose you,” you mumble shakily, trembling fingers tracing the lines of his features, “and i hope you know how much you mean to me, and— and how much it hurts to see you so nonchalant about being beaten up like this . .”

you stifle a sob when he kisses your fingers as they travel over his lips, having crossed oceans over his eyes and mountains through his nose. his lips, his lips look just like the sanctuary of everything soft and good and righteous, that sliver of perfect time like on juliet’s balcony.

“i’m sorry, i am so sorry, darling. i—” gojo sighs, pain now turning numb but still trying his best not to move an inch, “i guess i just become so used to taking care of aunt may that, i . . am not used to being taken care of.”

you nod in understanding, “i’m sorry too, for lashing out, for dismissing your efforts to make me feel safe. you were only looking out for me.”

gojo’s eyes avert from yours again, looking down at the one thing that signified his place in society — never that much seen, not much recognised, but still revered as the city’s hero. it represents anything from something as simple as getting back an old lady’s handbag to fighting off a scientist-turned-reptilian. but it also represents the why.

why he fights so hard. a star student like gojo definitely wouldn’t pass off the praises when he saves a falling civilian, but it was much deeper than that when it came to it, wanting the city he grew up in to be safe and to seeing the grateful, relieved expressions of passers-by.

it was for you, when the last face he sees before he closes his eyes for the night is your pretty one and he’d be damned if that changed any time soon.

that night where satoru is all patched up and lying like a statue because he’s afraid he’d tear your nicely done stitches (you assured him it was mediocre at best), his hand finds your hand naturally again, playing with the strands aimlessly.

all thoughts of the news articles showing his cheeky spider mask expression, to the funky poses he pulls (from a camera so high up it would really only be one person who plants it there), phases out the cool, suave spider-man persona and centres the stupid, goofy, annoying gojo satoru.

and you smile softly to yourself knowing you’d be the only one to see gojo satoru like this. 

“i should’ve told you why; it wasn’t fair of me to just stop acting like we’re head over heels— hey, why are you smiling?”

“no reason.” and your smile brightens.

“that’s not no reason,” he matches your grin, pulling on your cheek playfully before his hand goes to your nape like clockwork and tugs gently. like you were just a normal couple after a long day, without any indication of a gash along his side, but gojo satoru was far from normal in the grand scheme of things, “there’s always a reason.”

“is that the motto that the great spider-man lives by?” you inch closer to him, smiling from above in the dimness of the room so much so that it makes you look like royalty and him a mere commoner.

“uh . . no, pretty sure it’s ‘with great power comes great responsibility’,” gojo jests with sarcasm laced in his voice, roping you in and you, letting yourself get caught always as you lower yourself on his chest, but not before your lips meet his in a soft, quiet dance with you both being the only ones in the ballroom.

the rush of love that fills you overflows in the way your mouth moves against his, not wanting this sweet, sweet dream to end. especially if you come out empty-handed at the end of it all with spider-man’s, gojo’s blood on your hands, so you keep your eyes shut tight with a promise to yourself to welcome him with welcome arms the second, third, fourth, nth that he climbs through your window, bloodied and tired.

“i’m still here,” satoru whispers against your lips when he feels just how tense you are, easing out the lines of your face and holds you in that moment, held frozen in time like a scene in a snow globe, “i will be here for as long as we are alive,” he takes your hand and puts it up to his heart to remind you of its status, of how it speeds up a tad bit when you stroke his chest, “and i am alive whenever you are near.”

the quiet moment is shared with another soft kiss, features now relaxed when you smile against his lips and inspire the next few moments of endless laughter and jokes, falling into the same breath when sleep catches up.

in the bathroom lies his white-turned-red suit, left abandoned for the normalcy you both chase in your bedroom for at least a few hours until spider-man has to go back to being spider-man and you have calc questions to finish up on. but until then, with the alarm you set at 6am in secrecy before his classes, you’d wake up just to soak and hand wash the red out, returning the blue and white suit back to its glory.

when satoru wakes up the next morning, he finally knows why your warmth in bed was missing for a brief moment of time when he sees the clean folded up suit with his mask on top. you don’t miss with a sandwich either, and a cheeky note — all the best for your most dreaded class!!! if u can fight and come out alive i believe u can survive prof. masamichi lol.

and he laughs softly, sparing a glance to your sound, peaceful self and he finds a renewed sense of the reason why he decided to become spider-man.

spider-man— satoru seals his love with a kiss to your forehead and a messy mumble of i love you, long overdue from the night before.

“thank you for loving me.”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jjk gojo x you #jjk gojo satoru #jjk gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojou fluff #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk drabbles #gojo satoru fluff

[somber-sapphic]

A Later Problem

Y'all, so much happened today. I got a new piercing, the Drs stole my blood and a creep harassed me on Snapchat. It legit took the poor Dr three tries to get my blood and I think she was super surprised when I didn't yell at her. Good day overall.

[[summary]] All Natasha wants to do is get your fever down. All you want to do is argue with her. (natasha x reader)

Word Count: 1223 -----

For some strange reason, she wouldn't let you shower fully clothed. You really didn't understand, but then again you didn't have any idea what the hell she was talking about. She kept trying to take your shirt off, and she scolded you every time you pulled it back down.

"C'mon Y/N, we need to get you into the shower, and to do so, we need you to take off that sweater." Natasha crooned, her voice showing none of the frustration that she must have felt. You were difficult when you were sick. It wasn't on purpose or anything, you just didn't understand what was happening.

"My shirt..." You mumbled, staring up at her blankly. She smiled gently at you and nodded.

"Yeah baby girl, your shirt. We have to get it off so that we can get your temperature down." You furrowed your brow and placed a hand on your forehead. 

"'m cold Tasha..." You mumbled, garbling the pronunciation. Natasha's eyebrow furrowed and she reached up to touch your head, removing your hand. 

"Your body's making you feel cold, but you're actually burning up." She explained, brushing a few stray sweat-soaked hairs from your forehead. You nodded, because it made some amount of sense. Your body felt heavy and you were pretty sure your nose was running. You'd probably been sick for about three days, but you really hadn't cared. 

Natasha, the woman you most admired, had cared. She had burst into your room earlier that day proclaiming that you were no longer in charge of making decisions regarding your health. Apparently, the other Avengers had been making bets on how long she would last before giving up on waiting you for take care of yourself. 

"Why...no shirt?" You were having a rather hard time holding up your head and ended up resting it on the redhead's shoulder breathing unsteadily. Everything hurt. Regardless of everything, your caretaker was neverendingly patient.

"Because if you get into the shower with a wool sweater on, you'll fall over. What we're going to do is get you in a tank top and shorts, okay? We already got the shorts on, all I need is for you to take off this heavy shirt." She nodded enthusiastically as you blinked slowly at her, trying to comprehend the words she had said. She was talking too fast.

“Your face is nice.” You replied, studying every beautiful feature on her face. The way her lips arched a bit as she smirked at you, the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the laugh lines that were forever etched into her skin despite the lifetime of horrors that she had endured.

“Thank you Y/n, your face is nice too.” Tears filled your eyes and you felt a smile spreading across your face as you stared in absolute wonder at the assassin standing before you. She thought your face was nice. Natasha Romanoff thought your face was nice. 

“Sweetie, as adorable as you look right now we’ve really gotta get that fever down. Please, I promise I won’t make you stay in too long.” The woman was getting desperate. She knew that you were stubborn but this was a whole nother level. 

“M’kay. You too?” Natasha let out a sigh of relief and nodded as you finally let her take off your sweater, leaving you in a bra and underwear. Those would stay on. She did the same, willing to do just about anything if it meant getting you in the damn shower. 

She held your wrists and helped you into the shower, wincing at the sound you made when the lukewarm water hit your skin. You had let out a mix between a whimper, sob, and yelp which absolutely broke her heart. The second she stepped into the shower you practically fell against her, your body wracked with sobs. 

“I know, I know Y/n/n. Just breathe, it’s all going to be okay.” She hummed, holding you tightly as you wept in her arms. You seemed incapable of holding yourself up anymore and had given all control over to Natasha, your fuzzy mind not letting you focus on anything except the icy cold and the pressure of your body against hers. 

“Shhh, shh. I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” She kept murmuring soft reassurances to you until you had finally calmed down, having run out of tears. 

Natasha only kept you in the shower for five minutes before shutting off the water and realizing that you were practically asleep against her chest. Your breathing was soft and wheezy and you were clearly struggling to keep your beautiful eyes open. She smiled slightly and lifted you out of the shower, holding you in a bridal carry. 

She toweled you off as quickly as she could, not wanting to wake you in fear that you’d refuse to go back to sleep again. Your fever was down, the warmth of your skin having diminished from that of a roaring fire to a simple dull heat. 

Once you were dry, your hair was still slightly damp (she hadn’t wanted to risk the blowdryer scaring you, she knew that you could be sensitive to loud noises) she scooped you up again, and carried you to her bedroom, wrapped up in a towel. In her rush to get your temperature regulated, she had forgotten to get you a change of clothes and the others were sweaty and gross.

Natasha set you down on her king-sized bed, nestling you amongst the many pillows she enjoyed sleeping with. It felt good to be surrounded by fluffy pillows, it made her happy even though the others would tease her for it. You never had. In fact, you loved her room and wished that you could stay there though you may or may not have had a slight ulterior motive. 

“What am I gonna do with you moy dorogoy?” She asked, stroking your hair back away from your forehead. You stayed asleep as she helped you into one of her old, oversized band t-shirts, flopping uselessly against her with little unhappy sounds. You weren’t quite awake, but you were present enough to know that something was happening.

The assassin stared down at you as you relaxed back against the mattress, letting out a contented sigh. She smiled down at you, wondering how much of your shower conversation you would remember. She truly hoped that you would remember all of it, that would make it a lot easier for her to confess the feelings that had been building ever since the two of you met. 

Regardless of how much she wanted to have the conversation, how much she wanted to be able to hold you and hug you and kiss you, she knew that it would have to wait until later. At least until your fever broke, but probably until you were entirely better. The last thing she wanted was for you to feel pressured into anything. 

It could wait. All that mattered was getting you better. Natasha climbed into the bed beside you, planning to watch TV while keeping an eye on you, but your unconscious mind had other plans. You cuddled up against her and she smiled slightly, tucking you back under the blankets. Even if you didn’t remember any of it, at least she would. 

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[imrllytootiredforthis]

im so sorry for the person i became after soob posted these today......

he looks so cuteee my adorable bunny..... but at the same time...🫣🫣

ugh i just wanna wreck and ruin him w the stickers on

like imagine just dolling him up making him all pretty all for the sake of wrecking him stupid afterwards 🤭🤭i bet he'd enjoy that.. feeling so pretty and pouting like this🫠😩

ima really need to go sleep bc i can't function atp every time soobin posts im💔💔

should i even reply to this?🤨

have you passed your exams yet???🤨

i don't wanna be the reason you are not studying

...

BUT

the scream i scrumpt when i saw those photos-

my dogs were staring at me like i was fucking insane and i probably am-but that is not the point

the point is-i have thoughts-lots of thoughts but the real question is, are you gonna study or think about this?

i'll be nice just this once🙄...BUT YOU GOTTA GO STUDYYY

anyway,

just imagine one day he comes up to you shyly, telling you that he wants you to doll him all up, make him look all pretty

and gladly, of course you'd oblige your sweet lil' bunny? not that you even thought about saying no, but how could anyone with those cute pout and sweet doe eyes-practically irresistible

so you lay him down on the bed, hair splaying out around his head against the clean (for now) sheets and grab all of your things, sitting on his tummy for the perfect position to make him look all pretty

taking your brushes and makeup out and instructing for him to stay still

lightly scolding him as his body squirms beneath you, his mind becoming hazy under your weight and the gentle commands.

but you ignore that, ignore the very obvious bulge he hopes you haven't noticed. ignore the way his breathing gets heavier and the way he wasn't very good at concealing the mewl that escaped when your hand accidentally brushed over his very sensitive nipples

you ignore that all and continue until the very last sticker is placed on his cheeks before sitting up with a big grin and gushing about how adorable he looks

he pouts, cheeks heating up but that only makes you coo more, leaning down to pepper gentle kisses over each sticker, making sure not to mess anything up

and he whines, hands clutching at your hips,

"please, please, please."

you look up to see how glossy his eyes are, how close the tears are to spilling over and smirk

in that moment he truly, truly realizes the extent of your teasing. just how much you actually knew you were affecting him. "please what bunny? what do you want?"

despite how he knows just the amount of amusement you're getting from this, from torturing him like this. he doesn't care anymore

doesn't care as long as it means you'll do something.

"anything! just touch me!" his fingers slip under your shirt, not too high, just resting on the skin of your stomach, running a thumb over the area "just wanna feel good-please, please, bun' jus wants to feel good!"

the last words are nearly a sob as the tears finally spill over, ruining all your hardwork in the most gratifying ways, eye makeup smudging as he tries to wipe up his tears but stopped as your hand grabs his wrist

"just leave it."

the hem of his shirt is lifted tucked under his chin, a soft hand brushing across the expanse of his chest, leaving backing up into nothing

"to-touch me!" he begs as you watch the tears fall down his pretty cheeks, gasping as your thumb begins to circle his sensitive buds

"oh but bunny, i am."

#NOW GO STUDY #inbox💌 #hard thoughts #dom reader #soobin smut #soobin x reader #sub soobin #sub!soobin #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #sub txt #sub!txt #ideas👀 #d7dream<3

[thatfeelinwhenyou]

HANDS ON YOU — 024

IN WHICH; ILAND 2 happened and you debuted first place as the leader of LUMIÉRE. Having been told that your group is involved in a lore crossover with ENHYPEN, you navigate work, friendship, and love while trying to make it in an industry filled with animosity and condemnation. When life throws you lemons, you gotta make lemonades chuck it right back!

smau + written (1.1k words)

❥･• chapter 24 — you

You stand behind a van at the entrance of the park, seeking cover beneath a magnificent tree. It didn’t help much that it was still bright out and your tear-soaked mask fails to conceal your emotions, which have been pouring out ceaselessly since you excused yourself from the dorm.

Fortunately, it being a quiet Monday afternoon, there are hardly any passersby. The few exceptions, mostly older individuals taking their customary walks, do not pay you much attention.

Silently, you rock back and forth, noticing the coolness in the air and the leaves on the trees around you transitioning to hues of amber and gold, signaling the impending arrival of autumn.

You can't help but find it ironic that the person you long to see after Ray dropped such a devastating bombshell on you is him. Somewhere amidst the late-night conversations and intimate moments you shared, Heeseung became your anchor. In times of adversity, he is the one who offers solace, the same guy who held you in a headlock nearly three months ago.

"Y/N!" Your head whips toward the sound of the familiar voice, and you see Heeseung running toward you. Chuckling softly, you notice he has thrown a coat over his sleeping hoodie, his tousled bed hair still in disarray, and his shoelaces untied. "You didn't have to rush!"

"I didn't want to keep you waiting—oh my God, are you crying?" Instinctively, he cups your face, trapping you between the unassuming van and his body. As if on cue, all the emotions you have been suppressing burst forth once again, and you find yourself uncontrollably sobbing, seeking solace in his arms. Heeseung gently caresses your hair while you try to muffle your sobs against his shoulder.

"God, I hate seeing you like this," he grumbles, his breath brushing against the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"I'm sorry. Come to think of it, I always look like absolute shit whenever you see me."

"Hey, every time I lay my eyes on you is a blessing. Unless you're suggesting that I'm not only rizzless but also tasteless, I don't want to hear you say that about yourself." He huffs, and you laugh at his playful antics, grateful that they manage to lift your spirits, even if only momentarily.

"So, do you want to talk about what's troubling you?" He prompts, carefully studying your expression before delving deeper. "If it makes you feel any better, Ray seems much calmer now than when she first showed up."

"That's good.” You breathe a sigh of relief, your voice surprisingly calm. You create some distance between the two of you which leads to his hands dropping from your face to your waist, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your sides, much like the times when the two of you practiced the partner choreography together. Heeseung has always made sure you feel comfortable during rehearsals, and you've come to find solace in the little things he does for you, perhaps way too much.

You look up at him, a lone tear escaping the corner of your eye, and Heeseung swears he has never seen you so vulnerable yet so breathtakingly beautiful. It is no secret that he has an enormous crush on you, but he has never been certain if you reciprocate his feelings or if you consider him just a close friend, like you do Jungwon.

Heeseung smiles encouragingly, urging you to speak, and after deliberating for some time on how to articulate your thoughts, you finally do. "I just found out something that supposedly happened during I-LAND, and now I don't know what to do with this information."

"I know it's been ages since the show ended, and I shouldn't dwell on what happened, but I can't help but feel..." You trail off, averting your gaze while toying with the strap of his coat.

"Hurt?" Heeseung finishes your sentence, causing you to snap your eyes up to meet his. "Yeah, how did you…?"

"Ray filled me in before I left. YN, I've been where you are, more than two years ago. I know better than anyone what you're going through." It takes you a moment to grasp his meaning, and once you do, a laugh escapes your lips. "How did you manage?"

"Back then, we were all young and desperate," Heeseung begins, his fingers gently caressing your hair as he speaks, and you instinctively lean into his touch. "I believe everything happens for a reason. No matter how fucked up the situation was, it played a part in leading you here as the leader of Lumière."

"How so?"

"For instance, if you had ended up taking on the vocal representative role, you wouldn't have shown the rest of the I-landers that you in fact, don't consider yourself better than them." He squeezes your cheeks playfully, causing you to pout as memories of the incident resurface.

"Remember that conversation you had with Minjung on the balcony? You mentioned feeling pressured because of everyone's high expectations?" You nod, recalling the context of the heartfelt talk that was showcased in that episode.

"And if I know a thing or two, you were probably relieved when they took you off the role, weren't you?" He arches an eyebrow, and you mimic his expression, surprised that he read you like an open book despite not being there physically. "Honestly, yeah. But at the time, I genuinely thought it was because I wasn't good enough. For the sake of the team, I was willing to do whatever they wanted. I just didn't realize they saw me that way back then. I must have looked like a complete fool walking around like I owned the place."

"Y/N, respectfully, shut up." You stifle a laugh, and he smiles down at you. It's in that moment that you become acutely aware of how close you are to each other. A slight movement, and your lips would be pressed against his—not that you’d complain if it ever comes down to it.

"All that matters is that you proved them wrong. And if anything, I'm sure your members feel just as remorseful as Ray does, doesn’t excuse her for being a B-word towards you though.” Heeseung pouts, somehow more angrier than you who is in the unfortunate predicament in the first place. You mentally thank Heeseung for still respecting your members despite being visibly upset over it. It’s one of the traits you like about him.

“Talk to them, Y/N."

"I'm not planning to avoid it. I'm just unsure of how I should approach it," you confess, feeling deflated as thoughts of confrontation fill your mind. Yes, you may be the leader of Lumière, and may always seem like you’re calm and somehow have the answer to everything, but just like everyone else, you're human; you get lost and your feelings get hurt too.

“Come to think of it, if you knew what happened during our I-LAND, you must’ve watched the show didn’t you?” A mischievous smirk plays on your lips as you recall how Heeseung vehemently denied watching it, only remembering you from the final episode.

"Be honest, you planned this to get it out of me, didn't you?" He playfully pokes your side, causing you to cave in on yourself, laughing.

“How could I not when someone as talented as you was performing one of our songs? On top of that, it was Fever?” You know he’s playing with you but you could still feel your cheeks heating up, as you smile foolishly to yourself. You were suppose to be the one teasing him, not the other way around!

"That means you voted too?" you ask, intending to turn the table on him.

“Of course, I did.”

“For who?”

“You.” (you in fact did not turn tables 🤡)

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authors note: i love how i’m going back and forth between heeyn and drama with these chapters 💀 some context for all my fellow engenes who didn’t manage to watch I-LAND (just to be clear, y’all don’t have to watch it to be engenes! in fact i recommend against watching the show, it was traumatic asf 😀). basically for their first mission, based on what i rmbr, Heeseung was originally part 1 (centre) for the signal song but a few of the ilanders didn’t really like the way he lead practises. So they, kinda conspired(?) behind his back and instigated to vote him out of the part and put Ni-ki up instead, he basically ended up in part 10 with one line in the song even though he was the most capable one there. this is not intended to throw any shade at any trainees at that time of the show (maybe seon 🫢), only for the development of the plot!! only love for all members of enha allowed <3 also heeyn situationship era is so fun to write y’all have no idea 👀

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[allsortsofwritings]

A small run in with Rafe leaves you even more broken than the time you broke up with him.

-

“Rafe please we can make it work now. You’re sober, I’m almost done with college and then I’ll move back and we can move in together an-“

You felt his rough hands cup your face. Wiping the tears you didn’t even know were falling. Leaning into his touch, a small plea left from your lips as you looked into his eyes.

“Stop crying baby, you know I can’t stand it.” Rafe continued to wipe your tears as they fell faster now. Moving his hands from your face to your shoulders, embracing you in his warmth.

Muffled sobs escaped your lips, “Then tell me that we can be together and we can work it out. My god Rafe tell me that you want me.” Looking up at him with flushed, tear stained cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I gotta go right now but I’ll see you soon.” A kiss on your head as he forced himself to let you go. Your hands fell from his waist. Wiping your own tears as he walked away before you could even force a word out.

Rafe got into his truck and finally let a few tears fall. Quickly wiping them while silently laughing to stop him from fully losing it. Muttering ‘fuck’ as it didn’t seem to work and more accompanied the others. Sniffling as he turned on his truck and driving off.

He loved you. God he loved you with everything he had in him. He didn’t know how long his sobriety would last. Not wanting to chance it with you around. You dealing with his coked out days. Your fights that always left you taking care of him afterward and ignoring the broken pieces on the ground.

Putting you through hell again because of how much you love him. You would do it in a heartbeat, Rafe won’t stand for it. Getting it through his head that you deserve better than he could ever be.

Hopping you get everything you want in life. The big white house, all the books to fill the study you want, all the kids you want, gardens to spend time when you’re bored. Everything, including a man in your life who treats you the way you deserve to be treated. One who won’t be putting your life at risk with his stupid decisions.

Everything you’ve ever wanted. You deserve it even if it wasn’t going to be with him.

#mine #my writing #Rafe Cameron x reader #rafe x reader #Rafe Cameron #obx x reader #rafe x you #rafe x y/n #obx imagine #rafe angst

[pearl-blue-musings]

I’m being petty so here’s something I wrote very quickly and is garbage

Pairing: poly Sumeru men x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, internet bullying, mean behavior, death threats, fingering, cunninlingus, me being a petty bitch 😅🙈

You shut your laptop and take a deep breath. Being a scholar with a hobby of writing for fun was starting to take a toll on you. Since you had reached a certain age, anonymous haters have been growing steadily and have gotten more brave and harmful. You hadn’t wanted this to bleed into your professional and romantic life but it was starting to.

Alhaitham had found you poured over your laptop, agitation seeping through your bones. He doesn’t try to interfere in your life, wanting you to come to him when you need it. But lately, he’s found you more stressed than ever. And since your laptop was password protected, he couldn’t pry into your world to figure out how to help you.

Kaveh noticed you would barely leave your room in their place and if you did, you would have bags under your eyes. He’d leave you little kisses on your cheek which you would only hum to, barely reacting. Kaveh did everything he could to get you to open up but Alhaitham just told him to leave you alone until you were ready. “But, but she needs us!”

“We can’t help her if she doesn’t want us to.”

Tighnari would bring you flowers and herbs to liven up your office space and desk. He did his best to support you but nudging you to eat was starting to bother him. “You’ve gotta eat something, you know we hate seeing you like this… you’re not rejecting my cooking are you?” You would widen your eyes and try to eat as much as you could despite your brain fighting you at every turn. His ears droop at the sight of you returning to your room with less and less pep in your step.

Cyno couldn’t stand it. He saw their attempts were futile and decided to take things into his hands. He gathers all of your boyfriends together. He made sure Tighnari left the forest rangers with a capable leader, Alhaitham would have time off, and Kaveh wasn’t at the tavern. As of now, you locked yourself in Alhaitham’s home office and the men can hear you sobbing. How did things get to this point? Why weren’t you reaching out to them? It couldn’t have been your studies, your research has changed things in the akademiya so it can’t be that. “We could break down the door.”

“Do you have any idea how much that would cost?! I worked hard on that,” Kaveh retaliates. Alhaitham rolls his eyes along with Tighnari as they both head toward the door. Tighnari fiddles with the lock on the door and figures out how to unlock the door. The four men stumble in to see you curled in on yourself, laptop open and shining at your form. Tighnari immediately hugs and cuddles you, wiping away your tears as he holds you. Kaveh crawls up to your other side and rests there with his thumb running along your palm. “It’s gonna be okay, we’re here.”

Alhaitham and Cyno immediately rush to the open laptop, anxiety and excitement overcoming them. Excitement to finally see what you’re hiding from them, but anxiety at what it could be. The first thing they notice are your papers with files and all evidence regarding your research. As much as they wanna see what lecture you’re working on now, they know that isn’t what is causing you to be like this. The swipe to find some open internet tabs and see something surprising.

A writing account? You write? For entertainment? They would have never guessed that. And as they inspect, they see that you’ve gotten a lot of love and respect and they’re secretly proud. They ignore your pleads to ignore what else is there but the scholar and general ignore you and go to your profile. Cyno stops scrolling when he sees your inbox full of anonymous messages. Some of them are nice, complimenting your work and wanting to be your friend. But the ones that are unanswered have the two men seeing red.

“Hey,” Cyno starts, “Kaveh, Tighnari you need to see this.”

“Wait,” you plead, “don’t look at those! I-I can handle it! It’s just a few bad messages! A-and shouldn’t you be upset that I’m writing for fun? And it’s romantic and fictional a-and-“

“Darling,” Alhaitham’s hiss of the pet name silences anything else you have to say. “How long have you been receiving death threats?” His eyes zero in on you with concern and anger. His fist is clenched tight as you notice the other guys as well. Tighnari’s tail is stiff as he reads on, Kaveh’s breathing is shallow, and Cyno mumbles under his breath about investigating and bringing out his best men. You bite your lip to hold back tears that fall anyways. You shake your head as you feel your voice tremble and whimper.

“I,” you start. “I mean, I’ve gotten bad messages for years since I turned 25 but once I got older and since my birthday was a few months ago um… 2-3 years? The worst if it began 6 months ago…”

The four men look between each other and realize your behaviors. Six months ago was when your lectures and public appearances became more scarce and your personality had changed. It was all making sense.

Kaveh is the first to end the stillness. “That’s such bullshit!” He punches the wall and walks out of the room. The other three are equally angry and seething, Alhaitham doing everything in his power not to throw your laptop against the wall. Tighnari furrows his eyebrows and picks you up bridal style, adorning your face with comforting kisses and whispering affirmations. Cyno and Alhaitham shut your laptop down, walking out to sit on the couch. Kaveh is pacing in the living room and you and Tighnari are nowhere to be seen. The blond mumbles under his breath furiously until he notices the stoic men staring at him. “Do the two of you cavemen have any ideas? Why are you staring at me?!”

“We’re angry too, Kaveh,” Cyno responds. “We’re trying to figure out what to do.” His voice seems reassuring, but what’s scary is Alhaitham’s silence. It’s calculating and intimidating. Who knows what he’s thinking. The gray haired man in question pushes himself up off the couch and moves to his room, assuming that’s where you and Tighnari are. A softened yell of “hey” from the fox-like man alerts the other two men to enter the room.

“Just what the hell-“

“What is going on in-“

Cyno and Kaveh stop in their tracks when they see Tighnari standing near the bed while Alhaitham presses you into the mattress. Your hands are held above your head so you’re forced to stare into his eyes. “If you are struggling, we are here for you. If someone is making you feel uncomfortable, we are here for you. How are we supposed to be your lovers and support you if you keep things like this from us?” Your lip trembles as you struggle for an answer.

“Hey, Haitham,” Tighnari chides, “loosen up.”

“No I will not. She’s clearly upset, struggling, and dying on the inside and we had no idea. I can’t think a way out of it if all the evidence and problems are hidden from us.” You’re then shocked to feel a tear on your cheek that isn’t yours. Alhaitham is crying? “If I don’t know what’s going on with you, I can’t help you, you idiot!” He leans in to kiss your lips with the most passion you’ve ever felt from him. “Don’t scare me like that. Well, don’t scare us like that.”

You tenderly meet his gaze and cry once more, nodding your head. His grip loosens as he continues to straddle your waist to calm his breathing as he sits up. The other three men in the room are frozen in awe as the usually unemotional scribe puts his feelings out in the world. You feel the bed dip as Tighnari sits beside you and kisses your cheek and trails to your lips. “We love you so much, sunflower. How can we make you feel better?”

“Tighnari,” Cyno asks, “shouldn’t we be asking how long this has been going on?” Kaveh catches on to what the forest ranger is insisting and shakes his head. The blond smiles softly and moves to undress you, coming up behind Alhaitham. Your body seems more relaxed as Alhaitham moves to the side and lets Kaveh hover over you.

“Baby girl,” Kaveh whispers into your inner thigh, “let us figure out what to do later. Right now, we want to rid you of those terrible thoughts.” The cool air meets your skin as your bottoms are removed. He softly kisses your bare thigh and meets green eyes. “Right, Tighnari?”

The two men share a chuckle as he caresses your cheek and slots his lips against yours. “We can work through emotions later. Right now, we have to show our love how much we love you.”

Alhaitham nods and plays with the fabric at the bottom of your shirt, flirting with the skin there. You squirm from the sudden attention as he runs his hand up your chest. “You do know all the words they said aren’t true, right? You’ve only gotten better with age.” His breath tickles your ear. “Your beauty,” he kisses the corner of your mouth, “your brain,” he kisses your neck, “all of you… have all gotten better with age.” You hear hums of accordance around you before your breath hitches in your throat.

“I second about your beauty,” Kaveh comments, “your body is a work of art to behold.” He slides your panties off and licks his lips. “Archons, I love your pussy.” His hands push your thighs apart and jots his tongue out to lick your heat. Your whimper is silenced by Tighnari’s lips as his tongue explores inside your mouth. His hand cups your chin and tugs you closer. The man maneuvers behind you, giving Kaveh and Alhaitham more access to your body. The blond nods in appreciation as he sinks his face further into your pussy, humming in ecstasy. “You taste,” he gives your lower lips a kiss, “so good.”

Alhaitham rolls his eyes at the emotional blond, running his hand up your chest to pinch your nipple. Your head falls back, breaking the kiss with Tighnari. The other man squints his eyes at the scribe, “wow thanks,” as Alhaitham lifts your shirt and sucks on your breast. His free hand kneads your other breast and groans into your skin. Cyno still stands in the corner, his breathing turning to panting as the bulge in his uniform grows. His crossed arms fall as he finds his way next to Kaveh, smacking the blond on his ass. Kaveh yelps, and scoots over for the general. You meet his intense ruby stare as his fingers mess with your folds. “Is this what you need, princess? To be taken care of like this?” His face drops as he sinks his fingers inside you. Tighnari and Alhaitham hold you down, watching Cyno flick his tongue over your clit. His eyes never leave yours, making sure to watch your every expression. Is this what you want? Is this all you think about? Sex and work? Then fine, he was going to give it to you. They all were.

Tighnari ruts his hips into your side, suckling your ear. His featherlight touches across your stomach make your abs contract. The fleeting touch has your hips writhing in pleasure from your boyfriends treating your body right. The two men in between your legs trail kisses along your inner thigh and on your pussy, the coil inside you begging to be unwound. The other two at your upper half fondle your breasts, kissing your neck and lips leaving you no chance to breathe. Your nipples are pert from wandering fingers and bites, your cries muffled by Alhaitham’s swollen lips, his groans spurring you on more.

With all the attention on you, you cum hard with their names tumbling off your lips. The men around you help you ride out your high as your back arches off the bed, their warm touch sensual yet comforting all at once. Alhaitham is the first to speak. “Don’t ever scare us like that again. Or else we will have to punish you.”

“Are you really threatening her right now? Really,” Kaveh rolls his eyes and gives you one more kiss to your thigh before standing up. Cyno gently removes his fingers and closes your legs, giving you a rare yet warm smile. Tighnari is the only one that stays by your side in bed, knowing how clingy you get after an orgasm. He kisses your forehead over and over, whispering that you’re okay and he loves you. Alhaitham takes your clothes off the bed while Kaveh and Cyno help with clean up and getting you snacks.

“Hey, baby girl, eat this okay?” Kaveh hands you some pudding and you take a spoonful. His hand rubs your leg as you lay more into Tighnari. Cyno sits at the edge of the bed and takes a deep breath. Alhaitham stands against the wall with a book in his hands already.

“So,” Cyno begins, “I think Alhaitham figured out how to find those terrible internet people. We’ll surf the web and capture them.”

You feel Tighnari groan in your ear and everyone else has the same sentiments as a giggle finally comes to you. Alhaitham smiles lightly at hearing your laugh, something he hasn’t realized he’s missed these last few months. Kaveh snuggles into your other side with a chuckle and kiss. “Then why don’t you two smarty pants figure that out and we’ll let our love rest okay? We can finish up later.”

In the end they find the bad people and make them suffer and you and your boyfriends live happily ever after.

The fucking end.

@unknownspecies

#alhaitham x fem!reader #genshin impact x female reader #kaveh x fem!reader #cyno x fem!reader #tighnari x female reader #poly sumeru men #my writing #i did the thing

[roses-r-rosie3]

I kinda had this thought for Chad Meeks

So what if Male Reader had to go to the library cause he had to make up some work and after awhile Chad just gets worried and checks on reader by calling them and reader reassures him he’s fine.(Even tho he’s the only person in the library)

But then Chad gets a message from an unknown number showing a video of Reader from afar working. When Chad calls Reader again out of worry and panic trying to warn Y/N(Us) but as he’s getting reassured once again he hears Reader scream who gets attacked when he’s still on the phone making the group/Core 4 including Anika quickly drive over just to see ambulances and reader getting put up in the back of the ambulance truck.

( Sorry if this is too much or if it’s something you don’t feel like writing just an idea I had😭)

Concern

Chad Meeks x M!Reader

Warnings: angst and swearing

Quote: “Chad, I think it’s cute that you are concerned for me but I’m fine okay?”

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Chad and y/n we’re cuddling on Chad’s bed watching a movie when a thought suddenly hit y/n, his essay for his film studies class was due in 2 days and he did not study at all.

“Fuck, I’m sorry baby but I gotta go to the library to study” y/n said.

“But It’s 11pm is there even gonna be anybody there” said Chad.

“There’s probably gonna be lots of people there studying too, I mean a lot of tests are due on Friday” y/n said.

“Fine, Just be safe okay?” Chad said.

“I will” y/n said as he kissed Chad before walking to the library.

After y/n finally arrived at the library, he saw that not a lot of people were there except for 2 workers, but he found a spot in the middle of the big library and unpacked his books and laptop.

But not too long afterwards Chad called y/n.

“Hey babe, just checking to see you’re okay” Chad said.

“Yes Chad, I’m fine, it’s just a library, it’s not like a book is gonna come to life and chase me” y/n chuckled.

“Can you blame me? There’s a killer on the loose and you’re close to me” Chad said.

“I’ll be okay, love you” y/n said before hanging up the phone.

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After y/n hung up, Chad felt more assured that y/n was okay. But all of a sudden a random number started to text him.

Unknown ID

Is y/n with you right now?

That’s weird..

Chad

Sorry, he isn’t but may I ask who this is? Are you a friend of his?

Unknown ID

I’m not a friend of his, but a friend of yours, tell me, did you miss me Chad?

Maybe this was a old friend of Chad’s?

Chad

I’m sorry but do I know you?

Unknown ID

It’s been a while since we hung out

Chad

Can you remind me when we last hung out?

Unknown ID

When I gutted you like a pig, and you almost died

So, y/n isn’t with you huh?

So where is he?

Chad

I’ll never tell you fuck head

Unknown ID

I’ll give you one last chance

Where is he bitch!

Chad

You’re not going anywhere near him

Unknown ID

Fine then

The unknown number sent a video to Chad. It was a video of y/n studying and a knife pointing at him. Chad immediately called y/n.

“Chad, I think it’s cute that you are concerned for me but I’m fine okay?” Y/n said.

“Y/n you need to get out of there now!” Chad yelled as he quickly put on his shoes and rushed out the door.

“What do you mea- oh my god!” Y/n screamed.

“Y/n!” Chad said as he heard y/n’s phone drop and y/n’s sobs and screams for help.

“Anika! Mindy! Quinn! Ethan! Sam! Tara! Anyone! Help!” Chad yelled.

“What is it” Sam Said as her and the rest of the group came out of her dorm.

“Y/n’s in trouble! We need to help him!” Chad impatiently.

“Anika, get your car keys, Mindy call the police now!” Sam said as she ran out of the form quickly.

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As the group finally arrived at the library they saw an unconscious y/n getting wheeled into a ambulance, two body bags (the two workers) and Wayne, Kirby, and Gale coming to greet the group.

“From what we saw y/n got stabbed a total of 26 times, luckily the killer didn’t stab him in the major organs, but he is severely injured and probably won’t recover until a couple months” Kirby said.

“This is all my fault, if I didn’t let him go he wouldn’t have been hurt” Chad said in guilt.

“Chad, it’s not your fault, the important thing is that he is alive” said Mindy reassuring her brother.

“I’m going to stay with him until he recovers” said Chad as he walked into the ambulance with y/n.

#male x male #mlm #malexmale #male reader #male reader x scream #scream x male reader #mxm #scream 6 #gay #swearing #scream #angst #chad meeks martin #chad meeks x male reader

[daisyblinder]

Nurse / Alfie Solomons x reader

🌾Warnings: Violence, cursing

🌾Summary: Alfie makes a deal. But what he doesn’t anticipate is the fact that the people he made the deal with, liked to show what they could do before they were betrayed, and not just tell. 

Requested by @concertxjunkie

I hope you like it! 🧡 I’m still new to writing Alfie

You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t move, all you could feel was terrifying pain. Your nose hurt, your jaw hurt, your whole body just hurt.

Sobs rack through you as you lie in the floor of your home, the place that was supposed to be your sanctuary, your safe place. But no, safe was the last thing you felt when the strange men had barged in and started talking about Alfie’s debts.

 You did not know your husband had any debts, you did not know the men who attacked you but by the time they had you in their grasp, you knew that the issue was not Alfie having debt.

Their act of brutality was to show what could happen if Alfie ever did end up being in the losing side.

 ”Gotta get up, gotta get up”, you sob to yourself trying to get yourself in an upward position. But the pain and the nausea were too much.

You wail out of pain and frustration as you try to slowly start dragging yourself over to the phone.

 You needed Alfie, you needed his arms around you and him telling you that ”Even with the cunts around, it’ll all be looking up again when it’s you and me”

 Finally managing to drag yourself up onto a chair, you take a moment to try and breathe in the new position. With a shaking hand you take the receiver in your hand and try to get a hold of your husband.

When he answers from the bakery you can’t help the snotty sobs that leave you as breathing gets even more difficult.

 ”Hey-hey, love? Love, is it you?”

”Alf, I can’t br-breathe, I c-can’t move ”, Alfie can barely make sense of what you are saying but he can hear that something is wrong, so so wrong.

”Love, do not move, alright? If you can’t don’t fucking move. I’m coming home, I’m coming home right now”

After you hear the words you let the receiver drop and rest your head against the desk in front of you. You couldn’t sleep, you shouldn’t. You sniffle with a whimper and try to stay awake till Alfie comes.

 ***

 When Alfie arrives to your home, his heart stops. He had seen horror and he could still stomach his bread but what he was seeing was enough to set his heart beating faster than the hooves of a racehorse.

 Your whole house, the home you had built to be ready for you two to have a family, was in shambles. Things broken and turned over, no corner was left untouched. 

But that did not frighten him, what frightened him was the state of your house while knowing you are somewhere in there, scared and hurt.

 "Love! Where the fuck are ya? Love, I’m home”, he calls and starts running around the house. When he hears ragged sobs coming from his study, his hat flies of his head as he takes off to run to you.

 ”Oh my little bird”, he mutters when he sees you sitting by his desk. Folded into yourself, face swollen turning black and blue. ”My little bird, what the fuck did they do to you?”, he whispers kneeling in front of you cupping your face with no pressure.

 ”I-I don’t know who they were, the-they just ca-came in”, you whisper leaning closer to him for comfort. You wanted him to hug you, hold you but it would hurt too bad. ”I-is it bad?”, you suddenly ask, aware of how your face must look. Shame flooding you along with the pain.

 ”Don’t see nothing but the strongest lady in whole London”, he assures, tears rising to his own eyes. ”We need to get ya in the hospital”, he whispers finally. ”Come on” As gently as possible he picks you up in his arms.

 ”It hurts so bad Alf, I can’t, you can’t carry me, it hurts”, your cries and pleas break his heart as he ignores them. He was hurting you but he needed to get you to the hospital so you could heal, but it would not take away the knives that slashed his heart with every one of your cries.

***3 weeks later***

You had stayed in the hospital for four nights. Four long nights. But now you were being nursed back to health in a whole other hospital.

Hospital who only hired one nurse. A very pushy nurse Alfie Solomons.

”Say A now love”, Alfie grins as he holds out a spoonful of soup before shoving a piece of bread in your mouth to follow it. You laugh with your mouth full as you try to chew the huge bite of bread.

 ”You don’t have any manners do you mate? Laughing and spitting the food all over. Food made with yer husband’s dainty loving hands”, he says mock seriously, enjoying the fact that you can finally laugh without being in so much pain.

 You swallow before you open your mouth and show it’s empty. ”Ahhh!”, you say loudly before lifting your arms and pursing your lips: ”Now the love and care sustenance please”, you request before continuing, ”If my loving husbands dainty hands could so kindly offer some”

 ”That’s more like it”, He winks before setting the tray down and kissing you before giving you one of his warm embraces. If you would have the choice in death, to choose where to spend your whole after life, it would be in your bear of a husband’s arms.

 He had nursed you back to health. Seen your worst moments and been there for you without complaints. He had fed you, bathed you, dressed you, even carried you to the water closet. His arms were what safety meant to you.

 Alfie could not fathom how good it felt to hold you like this again. The first weeks of listening to your heartbreaking whimpers whenever he even touched you had left a mark on him. You were his world, and someone had tried to take you away.

But that someone no longer existed, a nice little favour from the Peaky blinders.

#alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons x you #alfie solomons #peaky blinders #thomas shelby #Alfie solomons fluff

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About that character inmpression, ship thingy you posted... Of course I'l ask you about Yomi (you can answer each questions for him if you want 👀👀)

Aaaand hmmm

What do you think about Yomi x Seth, Hellxander, Fake Zilch x Seth, and Yomi x Fake Zilch x Seth ?

That might be a lot in one go, so uh, take your time!

OURGHHH Yomi. Okay this is gonna be a lot but lets-a go yahoo

Alright first off, first impression of him.

His introduction was literally golden. From his and Martina's Akira reference to Yomi fake-sobbing before coldly ordering Seth to be executed. I was kicking my feet. He immediately shot to my top favorite (before being kicked down again by Yuma and Makoto) but I absolutely enjoyed what an evil little gremlin he was from the very beginning. Honestly, one of the best introductions of a villain I've ever seen.

Next, headcanons. I think he was a theatre kid in high school. I'm saying this from experience. Every theatre kid goes through a little phase where they're evil and flamboyant it comes with the title. Yomi's just went on a little too long, silly silly boy. OH and I think he has chew toys. Being evil is stressful he's gotta chew on smth or else he'll just take it out on an underling, yk?

As for complaints and praise... weeeell, I thought his takedown was a little... anti-climatic? Like on the one hand, I'm very happy for Martina to get to send him to jail. You go girl. But also, he just sorta... accepts being arrested? I wanted him to resist more. Kicking scratching and screaming, yk?? He did a little of that but not much. And I wish we'd seen him in the epilogue, maybe as a small little shot of him in jail being all pouty. As for praise, I really love how fun-to-hate he is. The game makes it very clear he's horrible and you can't really sympathize with him, but also, he's just so fun to watch. Like. What's wrong with him *twirls hair*

Favorite pairing, hmmmmmmmmmm. Initially it was Makoyomi, but rn it's a three-way tie between Makoyomi, Yomiakou, and Hellxander. These dynamics are all just... really fascinating in all honesty. I want to study them. I'm so glad this fandom enjoys toxic yaoi I think I would go insane if there wasn't a plethora of content for these weirdos.

And finally, my overall opinion. He's my wife. My evil scrunkly meow meow. I'm gonna put a collar on him and cook him a yummy dinner while he's chained to a chair. Also his English VA is amazing and did a wonderful job making Yomi iconic, I'm planning on playing Raincode again but with JP voices to compare. He's the silliest villain I've ever seen. They did a great job with his writing, I think. He just, immediately grabs you- and when you look deeper into him it's genuinely so interesting and fun.

OKAY NOW FOR SHIPS.

Yomi x Seth is definitely an interesting ship for me. I don't actively think about it but when I come across content of them, my brain goes "fuck yeah". Sadly their interactions don't give us much to go off of as much as other pairs, but it's always a joy to see.

Hellxander. My beloved. Finding Fake!Zilch in the factory and hearing him ramble about Yomi was eye opening. Kodaka did not need to have that in there but it's there and it's amazing. I wish Yomi had a line or something about Zilch, I want to know how he feels about the guy. Was it a parasocial type of thing??? Was Yomi leading him along??? Please Kodaka. Yomi DLC where we visit Kanai Ward and Yomi is doing community service and having flashbacks to his old gay lover Hitman and he cries in the rain "I hate that ugly bowl cut detective!!!!!!! Curse you Yuma the Kokohead!!!!!!!"

Fake!Zilch x Seth isn't something I've ever really thought about, but I can kinda see a dynamic there. Frail little guy x tough hitman? Yeah that's certainly a good dynamic. I just don't know if this particular case would really... grab me?

And Yomi x Fake!Zilch x Seth... yeah I think that's just torture for Seth. Which is fine I like torturing the guy. I can definitely see Yomi being like "lol that seth guy is soooo funny to torment" and zilch is like "do you want me to torment him director yomi. Anything for you director yomi" and Seth is like "can I please just do my job. Please. Please"

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

snowdrop, part two

A/N: i stand by what I did. this man picks up everyone under the sun. it's fact. he might be a string bean, but he is a powerful string bean. gif used in the moodboard is by the always amazing @fightingdragonswithwho

summary: “It was incredible, even with the rain.”

warnings: Gideon!daughter!reader, reid wears glasses pre s1 because I said so (at least in this fic), smut, angst, rain, I finally used the classic can you unzip my dress trope, kissing, oral (fem receiving), penetrative sex, creampie, very little dirty talk compared to what I usually write

word count: 2811

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Part giggle and part shriek, you rushed inside your apartment building with Spencer’s hand clasped tightly in yours.

He had just meant to walk you home after the concert, but the sudden downpour caused you to sprint and not walk it.

“Oh my god,” squeaked out of you as you finally touched dry ground. Looking over at your date, you couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out. Fully aware that he probably looked like a wet rat about now, he joined in the giggle. 

“What?” he sniggered, wiping his outstretched pointer finger over his rain-dotted glasses, clearing his vision. 

You tried to choke out your answer though the determent laugh, but it was barely comprehensible, “you-… you-… look-…”

Your amusement only strengthened his own, “thanks,” he grinned, as you felt the cold droplets drip from everywhere. The tip of your nose, your hair, even running down your spine. “You look phenomenal too. Water really works for you.”

“Thank you,” you shut your eyes, trying to regain a bit of your composure.

“I had a lot of fun tonight. When you said that you’d planned something, I gotta say I was a bit nervous, but that was amazing.”

“Yeah, well, I remembered you saying that you love Mozart, so I couldn’t stand there and do nothing when the music majors were putting on a concert of no. 21,” you tightened your grip on his hand, not ready for the night to end yet.

“It was incredible,” he smiled, looking at you as if he was attempting to soak in the last bits of joy from this evening, “even with the rain.”

“I, um… Do you wanna come up for a bit? Just to dry off, or I could lend an umbrella or something?” you bit the corner of your lip.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” a sense of relief washed over you, “I mean, I would hate for you to get sick if I could in some way prevent it.”

“Okay, yeah,” he agreed, “you sure it’s okay?”

“Yeah, come on,” you beamed and tugged him up the steep stairs.

“This is it,” you swung open the heavy front door to your dark apartment. Only the faint light from the stormy city outside painted the space with streaks and shadows. Finally letting go of his hand, you went to go turn on a few lamps. Slowly following you inside, he didn’t say anything, just took his time, taking in the space around him. “I’ll go grab a few towels, okay?” you announced as he closed the door behind him and gave you the smallest of nods, affirming your brief absence. 

Moving with haste into the bathroom, you grabbed two towels from the stack in the cabinet. When you returned, you saw him standing over your dining room table, studying the chess board you’d abandoned mid-game.

“Here,” you handed him the pale blue one. 

Only glancing up for a brief moment, ”thanks,” he couldn’t take his eyes off of the wooden board, “I didn’t know you played.” 

“Yeah, I do,” you slowly started sobbing up the excess water from your hair, “my dad taught me.” 

“We should play a game sometime.”

“I would love that, but fair warning, I’m not gonna hold back just because you’re you.”

“Good,” he looked at you with a bright smile, “I wouldn’t want you to.” 

Glancing over his shoulder and out the big window, you asked, “do you maybe wanna just wait it out?” but felt your nose begin to tickle from the cold rain, “it might sto-, achoo, s-stop in a bit,” you sneezed mid-sentence. 

“Sure, if it wouldn’t be too much of a bother,” his head almost followed yours in empathy as you dove into your elbow, sneezing again, “bless you.”

“Wooh, thank you,” you scrunched up your face, hoping that was the last of it. 

“Are you sure you don’t wanna change into some dry clothes? I mean, just, um, you’re cold and that-“

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” you cut off his slight panic from the way his words could be misinterpreted, “I, um, I’ll go do that.”

Walking through the white French doors to your bedroom, you were so used to being on your own that the thought of closing them behind you didn’t even cross your mind. Plopping down the now damp towel on the top of your dresser, you opened up the top drawer and looked inside. 

Slowly peeling off your drenched cardigan, you folded it up and laid it down next to the sage green towel. Left in your soft, sleeveless dress, you felt your wet hair caress your shoulders gently. Remembering the company that you still had, you felt a shiver go down your spine, secretly hoping that his eyes were still trained upon you, enjoying the show, since you’d left him in the eye line of where you stood now. 

Glancing over your shoulder, you saw his gaze hastily find something else to focus on, making you hide a smile. 

“Could you maybe help me with the zipper?” you didn’t need the assistance one bit, but oh how you wanted it. 

“Oh, um, yeah,” he sounded breathy as he rushed to aid you. 

He barely even touched you, just gave the zipper a slow tug, as if your skin was on fire. Maybe there was a point to that. Feeling him this close to you, it was hard to ignore the rumbling flame deep within you.

When it slid down as far as it could go, you felt the air hit your back, but it was more so the soft seeking touch along your spine that made you shiver. 

“Thank you,” you breathed out, holding up the loose dress to still cover you. 

Slowly spinning around, you blinked up into his dark eyes, “you’re welcome,” he nearly whispered, as you watched his chest rise and fall rapidly. 

Adjusting your grip, you let go of the dress with one hand in order to reach up and meet his cheek, lightly bringing him down so that you wouldn’t have to turn into a ballerina. Brushing your lips against his, you felt his fingers find your waist, tightening in the loose cotton draped around it. 

As the kiss turned more heated, so did the touches. His palms slid down your bare back and only paused when they found your backside, grabbing a handful of it as you felt his sigh fan across your face, drawing you in that much closer. 

You let out a low whine as you felt the soft fabric begin to rise, as he gartered it up in his grip. Pulling back, breathlessly, he asked, nudging his nose against yours, not wanting to lose the contact, “is this okay?”

“Yes,” you encouraged, letting go of the dress completely, sending it down your upper body and stopping where his fingers were still entangled in it. Quickly letting go, it dropped to the floor, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, dress now a puddle on the ground.

Standing now only in your undergarments in front of him, it took a moment before he kissed you again, completely entranced by the sight.

“You are so beautiful,” he muttered, as his fingers slowly explored your skin.

Gliding your hands down to the bottom of his sweater, you caught his ogling eyes before tugging it over his head. His skin was warm, oh so warm, like a fire in the middle of a snowstorm. 

Piece by piece, through curious hands and shy compliments, you slowly helped each other undress until you were both left in just your underwear. And like a moth to a flame, you kissed him again, feverishly. 

You were so wound up in it all that you hadn’t even registered the way he backed you up until you bumped into the dresser, successfully slamming the open drawer shut. Pulling back with a small gasp, you giggled lightly.

“Sorry,” he apologised sweetly for his unintentional surge of strength. 

“It’s okay,” you playfully caught his bottom lip between your teeth for a second. 

Gliding his hands down to your hips, he fiddled with the elastic of your waistband. Keeping his eyes glued to yours, he slowly kneeled down before you. “Here,” he took off his glasses and handed them to you. Carefully setting them down on top of the dresser, your breath hitched at the feeling of his breath caressing your inner thighs. 

His palm danced over your lower stomach, swiping his thumb lightly over the wet patch on your panties. 

Becoming impatient, you did the job yourself and pulled your last remaining clothes off, coaxing out a low curse from him. 

“Fuck… look at you…”

“You certainly are,” you exhaled shakily, wanting so desperately to just jump into the jump rope. 

“Can I do more than look?” his hands tried to rest on each side of your hip.

The way that he looked on his knees, ogling up at you, you couldn’t squeeze a single word out, only nod. 

Throwing your head back, you felt him shamelessly touch you, but not with his fingers, no, they were digging into everything he could reach, from your hips to your thighs, but with his mouth, his lips, his nose, his tongue…

Peaking your eyes open, you saw that he was still staring at you, head buried in between your thighs. “Holy fucking shit,” his tongue swept through your folds, nudging his nose against your puffy clit as he moaned, lapping up your abundant arousal.

“Spencer, please,” you fought the way your eyes wanted to roll back as he sucked down hard on your clit, “I wanna come on your cock,” pleadingly clawing for him to get back up, “I can finish on your tongue another day.”

“Promise?” he rose back up, swiping the back of his hand over the now glossy lower half of his face. 

“Yes,” you scurried to tear his underwear off, cock virtually springing out and hitting him in the stomach, “please, I’m on the pill, is it okay with you if we just-“

“Yes,” he breathed out, rutting desperately against your palm as you reached down to touch him. 

You let out a shakily, “o-oh,” as he finally filled you up, stretching you out so good that your bottom lip quivered. He then hiked your left leg up around him, rocking into you with slow, yet hard thrusts.

Both the clattering sound of small knick-knacks rattling on your dresser from the force of his hips, but also the lewd squelching noise of your pussy filled the apartment. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” he smiled against your lips.

“Yeah, well, we were just out in the rain, so…” 

“Shut up,” he replied lovingly, giggling as he pressed his lips against yours. 

You felt the weight of your right foot lighten as he half lifted you up off the ground, desperately bouncing you up and down on his warm cock with surprising ease. 

You didn’t care that the knobs on your dresser were digging into your back, all you could focus on was just Spencer. The sloppy, messy kisses, the impossible spots he managed to hit repeatedly, and the beautiful sounds he produced, transporting you to another dimension. 

“Holy shit,” you felt your thighs shake around him as you couldn’t prolong the inevitable end any longer. Somehow noticing, so cued in on you and every little reaction you fed him, he snaked a hand down to rub your clit harshly, “holy shit!”

Burying your face in his shoulder, he practically manhandled you in the last few moments. Only blinking once and somehow you were now lying on the bed, Spencer bent over you, feet still on the ground, pistoling impossibly deep into you.

“Fuck,” he rumbled as you clamped down around him, being the cherry on top of his sunday. 

Panting, it took around a minute before his hips stopped the torturously slow thrusts they kept up, long after the both of you finished.

Like two puzzle pieces, you just stayed there for a while, slowly becoming human again through soft touches and slow kisses.

“Spencer,” you smiled against his lips, “I have to go to the bathroom,” giggling, you tried to wiggle out of his tender hold, “you have to let go of me, I’ll be right back.”

Begrudgingly letting you go, he propped himself up onto his elbow and kept a close eye as you got up. Noticing how his vision caught sight of the load running down your thighs, he bit down on the palm resting against his cheek, just to restrain himself from jumping your bones again. 

Snatching up the robe that was still draped across the messy chair in the corner of your room from your morning shower, you flashed him a cheeky grin before disappearing into your bathroom and leaving him alone.

When you returned, you didn’t find him in your bed, but now partially clothed, glasses back on, standing in front of your bookcase, completely still. 

“Spencer, I know that you love to read, but even now, after that?” you teased, coming up to wrap your arms around his midsection, giving his shoulder blade a small kiss. 

“Who’s that?” he didn’t move you welcome your embrace, just pointed hesitantly at the framed photograph nestled in between a few stacks.

“Oh, that’s my dad,” you smiled at the memories the picture evoked, “he’s actually the one who pulled a few strings and got me the job at the library after he started teaching at the school. I think I was maybe 11 in that picture? It was the first time he took me with him on one of his, as I called it as a kid, bird adventures up in his cabin.”

“That’s your dad?” his tone made you creep around to search his face. 

“Yeah, why?” 

Eyes locked on the photograph, he breathed out, “that’s my boss…” 

“What?” 

“That is my boss, that’s who, that’s why I’m at the school, he’s why…” he explained, looking rather dazed, just as you must have. 

“Your name’s-” 

“Spencer Reid,” he filled in, not in the mood for guessing games. 

“You’re doctor Reid? The one that just started?” he nodded, making you feel as if you were losing everything before it had even begun. “Oh my god…” you backed up, “you’re him… I feel like I know you from everything he’s been telling me. I mean, he won’t shut up about you,” you slapped yourself mentally for not connecting the dots. 

Your dad had never ever liked any of the people you’d ever dated, so imagine how he’d react if you came strolling up with his co-worker on your arm. 

“It’ll be alright, Y/n,” Spencer said deliberately, “this doesn’t have to change anything.”

Turning your back to Spencer, facing the big window, you closed your eyes and tuned him out as he kept on pleading his case, simply trying to think.

“…I mean,” you started to register his voice once more, “I know he has a gun, but I don’t think he’d actually use it-“ 

“We can’t do this,” you concluded, cutting him off. “I can’t ruin your career before it has even begun.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Spencer,” you slowly turned to face him once more, “how serious do you think people will take you when they find out you’ve been banging the boss’s daughter since day one? You think you’ll be treated fairly? Get the same opportunities? They will stop at that fact and think that’s everything to it. Everything to you. They won’t think you worked as hard as you have to get where you are, to them, you simply slept with the right person.”

Tears in his eyes, he tried to reach for your hand, “Y/n… they won’t fixate on something like that-“

“Yes, they will…” you sobbed, “yes they will, because people are dumb and stupid and shallow, so they will, trust me, they will,” you spoke with certainty. Your dad was one of the founding members of the bau, he had raised you to know exactly how human beings ticked. Walking up, you gently grabbed the sides of his face and said, “you deserve everything this world has to offer. You’ve worked so hard to get what you have, don’t let me ruin it all. I care about you too much to stand in your way.”

“Y/n, I lov-,“ but before he could finish the declaration, you shut him up with a teary kiss. 

“Please don’t say it. Please don’t. Just, grab your things and go, try and forget I ever existed-”

“Forget? Y/n, I have an eidetic-“

“Eidetic memory? Yeah, I know. My dad told me.”

The always talkative doctor did say another word, not even a single sound. All you could hear was deafening quiet and the rain, still in a fight with your windows. 

The rain… it didn’t stop.

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KISS IN THE KITCHEN

An: so in celebration of the fact that there is less then a week until I start my final exams I have a short fic for you and all the people starting or doing exam right now, good luck bby’s ! Also 700+ followers guys, are you kidding me!! Ily all 🥰

This includes a lotta fluffy fluff because that is what my heart craves! (I’m so stressed rn 😭) anyways hope you enjoy! Not proofread ofc, notes and reblogs would be much appreciated!

Stress and worry was the only thing encapsulating you mind at this moment in time, your final exams were just over a week away and the all you could seem to do was study for them.

Revising from book to book your folder full of notes and mind maps was almost bulging, mirroring what you felt your head was doing at that moment.

‘Baby, you alright in there’ Harry chirps as he peeks his head round the door, having not been home for very long after being at the studio for a good portion of the day.

‘Yeah I’m fine’ you clearly don’t tell him the truth.

‘Dont lie to me’ he can see the distress in your face and how your eyes are slightly red as you try to hold back tears from how stressed you were. Harry hated the sight infront of him, not you of course, but the fact that a stupid exam had you in bits.

‘I just don’t want to do bad, people have said this exam can be really hard and they wished they’d studied more, so thats what I thought I’d do but nothings going in’ you ramble as you let the first tear fall which was soon followed by some more.

‘Oh m’baby, c’mere’ he rushes to scoop you up from where you were sat, pulling you into his chest where you start to sob and Harry feels his heart pang as he tries to not get emotional himself, he just really didn’t like seeing you this way.

‘It’s okay darling, I’m here, s’all going to be alright I promise’ he tries to speak comfort to you.

After a few minutes he moves to sit down on the chair you were once sat on and has you straddling his lap as he was scared that eventually your legs would give way. ‘It’s okay baby, let it all out’ he presses a kiss into your hair as he soothingly rubs circles into your back. It’s when you start to hyperventilate slightly that tears his heart the most ‘gotta breath for me baby, in through you nose and out through your mouth’ and when you carry on he physically has to pull your face out of the crook of his neck and have you face him.

‘In and out darling, gotta breath for me’ he demonstrates and you eventually start to follow.

‘Good girl’ he praises when you regulate your breathing, the only sound now emitting from you were tiny whimpers as you start to calm down, your head falls limp in the hold of his hands, truly showing how tired you were and harry takes the chance to wipe the water that had gathered on your now tear stained cheeks.

‘Sorry, this is soo silly’

‘No it’s not, the only thing that is silly is that you are putting to much pressure on yourself darling’

‘I just don’t want to disappoint anyone’

‘Who are you going to disappoint? he asks he asked in bewilderment.

‘I don’t know, you…my parents’ you try and think of some more but you realise that you couldn’t.

‘You are definitely not going to disappoint me, you are the most intelligent and most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on, and for your parents, I know they would be saying the exact same thing baby’

‘I just wanna do well’ you sniffle into his shoulder.

‘You are gonna do soo good baby, I know it. You just gotta rest now, no point overloading and stressing yourself out’

‘I know, but my exams are a week away, need to do some more’

‘Not a chance darling, think you should take a break cause I hate seeing you like this, I really do’ he pouts.

‘Maybe could just have the rest of tonight off’

‘And tomorrow’ Harry pipes up.

‘But-‘ you try to protest but Harry is having none of it.

‘Nope, no buts baby, you need to recharge your batteries’ he didn’t want to take the decision off of you but judging by your state you definitely needed a break to relax yourself, and he knew that you wouldn’t refrain yourself from overworking.

‘Okay’ you agree dropping your head in defeat onto his shoulder, knowing that he was right and that you needed to take care of yourself a bit more than you did.

‘That’s my good girl, now let me take care of you’ you face his mmm and smile softly.

‘C’mere petal, got some mascara on your cheeks’ Harry starts the thumb off the black streaks, his eyes peering at you in concentration.

‘I love you’ you can’t help but burst out when he’d finished, feeling like crying all over again at how tentative he was.

‘I love you too baby…I’m gonna go run you a bath, does that sound good?’ He whispers as if he knew that you had a headache at that moment.

‘That sounds amazing H’ you practically moan because you back had been aching from being leant over you desk for such a long time.

‘C’mon then’ he taps you thighs signalling you to get up from his lap.

‘Oh no, my legs seem to have stopped working’ you try to get up but flop back onto him.

‘Okay’ he swiftly scoops you as he stands, making sure that you don’t fall from his grip, the act making you giggle into his shoulder, and to be honest you felt like it was the first time you had properly laughed in days. Harry couldn’t help but smile at your sweet giggles, much preferring it when you were your usual bubbly state.

He carried you up the stairs without a care in the world, as if this were a normal situation between the two of you and now that you think about it, it probably was. The amount of times you had fallen asleep halfway through a film was ridiculous, but Harry couldn’t bring himself to wake you up from your peaceful state so always opted to carry your sleeping figure.

Once you both reach the bathroom he plops you down on the toilet seat, whilst he goes to turn the tap on for the bath, adding a copious amount of lavender bubbles and even a bath bomb, knowing the scent had its calming attributes which is definitely what you needed.

‘Are you getting in with me?’ You ask sweetly from you set on the closed toilet seat.

‘I would love to baby, but I need to go and make us some food?’

You go to protest and try to convince him to stay before he cuts you off abruptly ‘have you eaten today?’ He counters.

‘I had a slice of toast and a banana’ you list the very few items of food you had eaten, realising he did indeed have a point.

‘Gotta stop doing this to yourself petal, s’not good, don’t want you getting sick’ he says his eyebrows furrowing.

‘I’m sorry’

‘Its okay baby, I will go make something now and it’ll be ready for when you come down’ he says swirling his hand in the tub once more making sure that the water was the perfect temperature before shutting the taps off.

‘ What if I get lonely’ you pout.

‘Liste to me on the speaker, you usually do when I’m not here most of the time’ you smile at that because it was indeed true, Harry had caught you many times dancing and singing along to his music when he got home from work.

‘Okay, thankyou bub, kissy?’ You request and he instantly complies mumbling a small ‘your welcome’ between kisses.

‘If you need me shout me okay, and remember relax’ Harry emphisises and before you get chance to respond he is trotting down stairs, so that he could start dinner preparations and you can’t help but chuckle at you sweet boyfriend.

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You spend about 25 minutes in the bath before you start to miss Harry, even though he was just downstairs. So you get out and dry your hair a bit with a towel before slipping on one of Harry shirts and a pair of shorts before you are rushing downstairs again, feeling a lot more relaxed compared to when you were first carried upstairs.

You find harry at the hob mixing a pot of spaghetti, and when you see the bowl of grated cheese ready to sprinkle on top of it you walk up to him before wrapping your arms around his figure and cuddling into his back.

‘Hiya baby, what are you doing back there?’

‘Lovin’ on you, because you made me my comfort food because your the bestest’ you ramble out.

‘What can I say baby, there isn’t anyone else that compares to me’ he says cheekily.

‘Your ego is way too big’ you tell him and he doesn’t argue because he knew it was true.

You hear Harry put the spoon down on the counter, before he is twisting in the cocoon of you arms to face you.

‘Dance with me baby’ he takes you by your hand, placing the other on your waist, and you love how random he is because he doesn’t even give you the chance to agree or disagree, not that you ever would, before he is swaying you both side to side, your dancing perfectly soundtracked by the soft jazz playing from the kitchen speaker.

Before long you have you arms looped around the back of his neck, you faces inches away from the other as you looked lovingly into each other’s eyes, big smiles gracing you faces as you dance rhythmically in the space of you kitchen.

‘Thankyou for tonight H, really don’t know what I would do without you, probably would have sent myself insane by now.’ You say sincerely, truly feeling like you didn’t deserve the man stood in front of you.

‘Don’t have to thank me darling, that’s why I’m here and besides I wouldn’t ever let you go on the way you were, care about you too much.’ He presses a kiss to your forehead, still swaying you back and forth.

‘Still got a headache baby?’

‘I do but it doesn’t hurt that much now’

‘Do you want some pain killers?’

‘Not just yet, think I know something else that would make me feel better’

‘And what would that be darling’ he smiles down at you.

You don’t give him and answer as you press your lips to his, he immediately kisses you back. One of his hands sneak up to catch the side of your face in his large palm to deepen the kiss, you noses bumping into the other looking as though you were trying to give each other Eskimo kisses at the same time, giddy smiles on your faces that were still barely centimetres away from the other when you gave yourself a little breather. Harry would catch you lips in his randomly, not being able to resist your soft lips in this close proximity.

In that moment you realise that the best remedy to all of you exam stress was right infront of you, dancing and kissing your boyfriend giddily in the kitchen whilst listening to soft jazz made your mind feel at rest, and you didn’t plan on leaving Harry side for the entire night, but Harry truly wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[royalty-unknown]

i love your writing so much 😭 it brings so much comfort. can you write one where you go to your little place by accident because you’re so stressed from school and it’s in front of Jason. he obviously has something to say about it 🫤 & with the caregiver being eddie please <3 thank you and never stop writing 🤍

MEANIES!

Cg!Eddie Munson x little!reader

Requested by: Anonymous 

I love your writing so much 😭 it brings so much comfort. can you write one where you go to your little place by accident because you’re so stressed from school and it’s in front of Jason. he obviously has something to say about it 🫤 & with the caregiver being eddie please <3 thank you and never stop writing 🤍 

WARNING!!: Slight anti-agere (from Jason), Bullying, crying, shoving, Fighting, Skin to skin contact (With eddie), name calling, Mentions of blood, yelling, Slight angst to heavy bunny tail fluff. DON'T LIKE, LEAVE. thank you~

Awwww Thank you so much😭😭! I’m really thankful for feedback. It makes me so happy to see that people love my writing! And I’m glad it brings you comfort <3 Thank you and Your welcome! 😭🤍🤍 I really wished you were not anonymous because I really wanted to have a convo but that’s okie! 

You 're so stressed for a bunny tunnel load of reasons, one being finals. You were an (grade) student And you knew that if you didn’t pass this test you would fail whether you had a good grade or not. So here you were helping yourself and your boyfriend Eddie Munson “The town freak” So you don’t fail and stay back and so he doesn’t fail and stay back for a third time, Not to mention you were feeling little. And you didn’t want to tell Eddie because he was busy with his campaigns, deals, make-up and extra credit assignments. So you felt like that would be an inconvenience even though Eddie has made it clear multiple times that you are not an inconvenience. 

But still something in you just wouldn’t listen but you regretted it when you were tutoring Jason you started to regress and even worse it was in the cafeteria in front of everyone. “So um chu would wanna pwut- I um mean p-put.. D-da” she tried to speak like a big girl and speak her shit, but she was already small. “Why the hell are you speaking like a baby” Jason teased, loud enough for the whole table to hear and the two tables next to them. ‘I-I’s no mwean two..” y/n whispered tears threatening to spill from her E/c (eye colored) eyes onto her S/c (skin colored) cheeks. “Aww is the baby going to cry? HEY EVERYONE THE FREAKS GIRLFRIEND IS CRYING AND TALKING WIKE A BWABY” He yelled to the whole cafeteria and mocked her which only made her cry more and made everyone laugh at her. It was humiliating “Was wrong chu want your paci?” he mocked her once more before she got up but he shoved her down on the ground causing her to drop the books that she was using to help him study with. 

“WHAT THE FUCK MAN” Eddie yelled tackling jason on the floor and starting to punch him with everyone chanting “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” over and over again was too much for you. Everything was so loud and you just wanted it to stop. So you screamed a very loud “SHUT UWP!!” which made everyone stop what they where doing including Eddie and look at you. “TOO L-LOUD!” You say sobbing and covering your ears which made Eddie who got off of Jason and Gareth run over to you “Hey hey little one sh shh” Eddie said trying to picking you up but you got a glimpse of Jason and gasp “Daddy chu huwrt him” you said crawling over to Jason. “Care Bear we gotta go” Gareth said as he heard everyone whispering ‘Principle Higgins is coming’ “Now! Please!” Eddie said tugging your hand before gareth decided to just pick you up and run while Eddie grabbed your stuff and ran.

You three heard a faint “EDDIE MUNSON!! GET BACK HERE!!” from principal higgins but they were already gone hoping into Eddie's van with Gareth and Y/n in the back and Eddie quickly drove off. You weren't afraid nor scared of your daddy, you were actually thankful he stuck up for you. But you didn’t like violence and what he did to Jason scared you. Both Gareth and your daddy knew that. You whimpered into Gareth’s ear and said “Garebear..Daddy’s gwot bwood on hiws hawnd” you said seeing how red his hand was that was also handling the steering wheel. “Sh shh i know love bug your daddy was just trying to protect you. And make sure no one upsets his little and makes her cry..that’s all” he said rubbing your back with one hand and patting your Diapered/Underwear (Your choice <3) bottom. 

They went to Eddie’s trailer to wind down and talk about what happened, to the little. Eddie got out going in bc gareth already was already inside with his little. “Little one come here please” He said sitting on the couch patting his lap and she came to him sitting on his lap and crying into his neck “I know I know daddy’s sorry baby..” He said rubbing your back and bum “Please forgive daddy” he said about to cry himself “I’s no mad at dada! Pwease downt cwry” She said sitting up and gently placing her small hands on his face and you kiss his nose like he does you when your upset “Twank chu fo protwecting me!” She said hugging him “Mwy dada is a hewro” she said smiling which made eddie shead a couples tears.

Gareth came back with a nice warm bottle of milk, your paci, your warm pj’s, your stuffie, and your nice fluffy warm and cleaned f/c (favorite color) blanket. “Let's get you ready for bed kitten” Eddie said, picking you up to take you to the bathroom to wash you up. While Gareth was making a pallet for you, him and Eddie, when you were dressed and had your paci in your mouth you crawled to the pallet that Gareth was laying on his stomach with his face in the blanket. “Gware bear” Y/n said, shaking him, earning a slightly groggy “hm?”. “I’s cawnt sweep” you said snuggling up to his side as you waited for Eddie come out in his pj’s which was just gray sweatpants with no shirt. He picked you up and laid on his back on the pallet of blankets (he was going to do skin to skin with you to help you sleep bc that’s what helps me alot :) ) He gently unstrapped your onesie and pulled it up revealing your princess parts but you just layed your  chest on his and he just simply patted your Diapered/underwater bum as you two slowly drifted to sleep.

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Hi my lovelies! Please let me know about your thoughts and opinions but in a respectful manner. Again thank you so much for this request hopefully it met what you were looking for if not please let me know! This request was very fun to write and I do hope to receive more from you and others and I will hope to improve as I go and continue writing stories! But anyways hope you're drinking 1-4 water bottles/cups of water and eating at least 1-2 meals a day! Until the next one my fellow Victims~

 Your Friendly Neighborhood,

      ☢Killer Bunny☢

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Can't Explain

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WARNING!! Mentions of epilepsy, angst, crying, being alone, some fluff, not proofread, I think that's it.

I would like to add that I myself have epilepsy. Every now and then I'll have some depressive episodes where my thoughts take over and I let the weight of the epilepsy take over. Anyone else out there that feels the same, please know that you are not alone...even it feels like it <3

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'Here we go again'  You thought to yourself. You could feel your emotions starting to take over, the feeling of a breakdown starting to rise and there is no stopping this one. You were standing in your kitchen when this feeling started to occur, it was nothing new…it happens randomly. You peeked into the living room and saw that Steve was distracted by the T.V. which meant it would be easy for you to sneak away. Of course Steve knew about your condition. He had to know, especially if you two were going to date and eventually move in together. 

This condition you have is epilepsy. Diagnosed in second grade and was put on medication. When you were younger you didn't fully understand it, but you did know you were different and something was wrong. Seizures occurred in class, which meant so many people would witness it, and not to mention sometimes wetting your pants during one. The older you got the more you learned about it and understood it. The medicine you were on would have side effects, Seizures seemed a little more scary…especially since you go Seizure free and then boom! It happens out of nowhere. You didn't want to tell Steve, but you knew you had to and it would be better and safer for you.

With a shaky breath you tried to calm yourself enough to excuse yourself not wanting Steve to witness your little break down, "Hey, uh…I gotta go to the bathroom real quick. My stomach is getting all crampy." You said walking through the living room to go upstairs "Do you need anything?" Steve asked, looking at you worried. You responded with a shake of your head and headed up the stairs. Once the door was closed that's when everything hit you. 

Walking to the end of your bed and sitting on the floor the tears started to fall. Your body began to shiver as you cried 'I'm a burden…' your thoughts stated 'I'll never be okay…" you squeezed your eyes shut and covered your mouth not wanting Steve to hear you 'Steve will leave.'  That one thought got you and made a new wave of tears fall 'I can't explain this feeling to anyone. No one would fully understand this feeling.'  You repeated those sentences to yourself. No one would understand this feeling. The feeling of being alone. Yes, you have friends…but no matter what you felt alone. 

Curling into yourself you laid down on the floor, hugging your legs to your chest. Not caring if anyone heard you, you just let it all out. It felt like your sobs were echoing loudly through the room. Not long after finally breaking and letting it out you heard frantic knocks on the door "Baby? Baby, are you okay?" Steve was speaking quickly, he was beyond worried at this point. You didn't say anything, you just shook your head even though you knew Steve couldn't see it. Without another word Steve was opening the door and rushing to your side "Hey…" he said softly. He didn't want to move you, so he just pushed your hair away from your face. Your eyes were still squeezed shut, cheeks red from the sweating, "Baby loom at me. Please." He needed to see your eyes. If you got too worked up it was possible to go into a seizure, but somehow Steve was able to tell if you were gone. If you were going to have one. 

You slowly opened your eyes and looked up at him "Hey, Pretty." He whispered while placing a hand on your cheek. He was looking at you with concentration, studying your face. Once he knew you were okay he slowly sat you up and pulled you into his chest hugging you tightly. The comfort made you start crying a little harder. The feeling of someone being there for you was great, but it didn't help the thoughts, "What's wrong?" He asked softly. Your sniffles were loud as you tried to take deep breaths "I-I'm a bu-burdan." You whimpered, Steve furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at you "What? Y/N, you're not a burden." He said reassuringly "What makes you think you are?" He asks. You pulled away from his chest and looked up at his face, and seeing yours broke his heart. Steve stroked your cheek silently encouraging you to talk. 

After talking to Steve and telling him that you go through this, you could tell something in him changed. You wiped your face "I…I can't explain it. I can't explain it to where you'd understand." You mumbled. Steve nibbled on his lip, he knew you were right but he wasn't going to let that stop him, "When you start to feel this way, please tell me." He said "I need to know you're going to be okay. It's fine to break down every once in awhile and I know the side effects of your meds will cause some of these emotions." Him saying that shocked you a little. Now you were the one furrowing their eyebrows "You know the side effect" you asked. Steve chuckled softly and nodded "Yeah! I wanted to know exactly what they did and I wanted to know the side effects…so I can try to help you as best as I can." He confessed while placing his forehead on yours "No matter what, I'm going to love you and take care of you. It's okay that you can't explain. Just feel it, get it out, and I'll always be by your side." He whispered before placing a small kiss to your nose. 

That little break down and talking made you feel somewhat better. You still felt a little numb from the thoughts, but Steve was right there with you. He knew you weren't fully over your emotions in this situation, but he was willing to do anything he could to help. 

All you knew in this moment was…as the end of the day you had someone to be there to pick you up. You couldn't explain everything for him to understand, but knowing someone was there for you, knowing someone was aware of these feelings…brought a little bit of comfort. 

#steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #comfort steve harrington #steve harrington smut #imagine #oneshot #fanfic #steve x reader #epileptic reader #angst #fluff

[sleepsonfutons]

angst prompts!! angst prompts!! what about... ❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜ ????

Sorry for the delay!! Gotta say this one was a challenge, but hmmm 🤔

Cw: lost at sea, major character death

Hob faced him on the pier, emotion barely contained behind the impassive set of his mouth. Though his golden man could not contain the slight tremor of his hands before hiding them away in his pockets. Dream sighed in frustrated affection. "This is not forever, Hob." He smiles at his lover and wishes they were alone so he might stroke the fine silk of his beloved's cheek. "I will return after my studies on the continent are concluded and you surely will find I have become twice as insufferable as you once thought me. And surely you shall again 'sort me out' in your skilled manner."

His flirtations do manage to draw out a slight rise to Hob's brow and a hungry little smirk, but it falls away as quickly as it appeared. Hob drags his hand over his face before scrunching his eyes closed and pinching the bridge of his nose. He sighs and turns a sad smile on Dream. "Then why does it feel like this is goodbye?"

Something in Dream rears back at the question. It unsettles him and in no small part because Hob does have an uncanny sense for these sorts of things. He has accurately predicted his last farewells with several of their acquaintances and friends before they've gone on to fall in battle or to some sickness or even once to an errant run-away carriage. Dream shakes himself and smiles as brightly as he can at Hob, though he's not sure it's as solid as he would have hoped. "Don't be daft, Hob. I've just told you I'll be back, though don't be a fool and waste your good fortune by waiting around by these docks for me. Be sure to live well so you have much to tell me upon my return. Take care."

He claps his lover on the shoulder and then hurries aboard his ship as the crew yells out the last boarding call. And in his haste he can almost ignore Hob's soft voice trailing behind him, "Farewell, friend."

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It's not been two months since Dream set off to the continent when Hob receives the morning post that he's been dreading. He opens the paper to read the headline he's feared would come and had hoped against hope wouldn't, despite unavoidably knowing it would.

All Souls Lost In Tragic Shipwreck.

The Jessamy of the Pied Crow Shipping Group was lost at sea to an unseasonably severe storm, not two days from its final port.

Hob doesn't bother finishing the read and instead slumps in his chair, head falling into the cradle of his hands. His tears fall freely into his now lukewarm cup of tea. He chokes on his sobs before managing to curse, "Damn it all, Dream! I told you! I told...you...it felt like goodbye."

Angst Prompts~

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