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tpwkwriter · 5 months

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Can we get y/n as a total book worm and Harry just finding it so adorable and loving that about her and teasing her and recreating cute scenes from romance books with her

Head in a book

I wish I could say I was a bookworm but in fact the only things I read are on tumblr🥲

Warnings: slight cursing, mentions of book tok😭fluffy as!!☁️

Pairing: Harry x quiet!y/n

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Y/n appreciated a quiet life, the small moments were a huge thing to her, the smell of freshly baked bread, picking flowers, watching the stars n all.

So when her boyfriend is the most biggest popstar, surrounded by loud music, screaming fans, and flashy cameras, everyone thought the couple wouldn’t work out, oh how they were so wrong.

After loud music, flashy lights, the screams and chants of millions of fans, Harry learnt that quiet and peaceful moments were better shared with y/n, he didn’t just love her, he adored her and everything she did.

She was the quiet rain in the darkest of nights.

It was a common occasion that Harry would come home to y/n absolutely nose deep in a book on the sofa, he loved watching the way she would get totally immersed in the story and endorsed on the character’s behaviour and thinking process.

Well tonight was no different, the time neared 6:45pm and Harry was out of the studio relatively early, he walked into there shared home, before he could look around he could sense something wasn’t right, the lights were all off, normally y/n would have various candle scents lingering in the atmosphere and the sound of her playlist would be faintly heard in the background.

He toed off his shoes and released his belongings by the door (making a mental note to clean it up later)

And walked through to there shared living room, y/n was bundled on the sofa with a grey faux blanket covering her, her hoodies hood was covering her hair and her eyes looked red and defeated.

Alarm bells are immediately going off in Harry’s mind, and he’s quick to act.

“Hey you, what’s happening?” He asked gently asked, swiftly sitting down next to her, leaning back and gently tapping her arm enough to signal ‘come here’

“Harry? Didn’t even hear you come home” she said voice a little wobbly, she joined his side, lounging her legs across his lap and resting her head on his chest.

“S’okay, what happened my love?” He asked softly into her hair, allowing his hand to slowly trace gentle circles on her back.

“Well” she started

“You know the book i was close to finishing?” She sniffs.

Harry begins to slightly relax at the fact it may not be as serious as he anticipated.

“I do m’love” he smiled

“Well because, it wasn’t a good ending at all” she begins to tear up again and snuggle her head further into his chest.

He mainly chuckles out of relief that it wasn’t anything ‘real’ and ‘serious’ he continues to hold her and press kisses to her hairline.

“I’m sorry to hear that m’love, wanna speak about it?” He’d gently ask.

As she begins to tell him the tragedy of the protagonists death and the failing love story between characters, even if truthfully Harry had no idea, he loved listening and taking in what she had to say.

“It sounds like such a beautiful story though my love” he said, trying to amp the spirits up.

“Mhmm” shes hum against him, the rest of the night was filled with cuddles and a lazy dinner together.

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It was a few weeks later and now y/n had got on to some new books, she was never without one.

One evening when y/n was sitting up reading in bed, and Harry was in there shared en suite getting ready for bed, y/n had an idea, that would send not only her but many girls around the world into a frenzy.

Before he finished up she sent up her phone discreetly on her beside table and began to work her magic.

“Harry!” She called

Lucky for her, timing was great, he emerged from the bathroom and was about to head out to the bed.

“Stay right there mister” she smirked

A confused smile crossed his face, at her instructions but he did as she said.

“Babe-?” He chuckled lowly.

“I’ve just been reading here” she said holding up her book

“And it says here: “with arms holding him up he leant against the doorframe admiring the girl in-front of him” “ she recites from the paper.

Rolling his eyes already knowing what she was gonna request.

“So if you could please, show me your best doorframe lean, I’d be very happy” she smiled as she put the book in her lap and leaned back against the headboard.

His famous smirk flashes at the girl

“Y’want me, to lean against the doorframe?” He chuckles.

“Basically, but like- in a really romantic and heroic way, y’know” she giggles.

Y/n can practically see Harry think of how he’s gonna do this.

“M’kay, I need you to c’mere then” he calmly requests.

“Harry, just do it!!” She blushes, she’s also thinking of how thankful she is for the 5 minute feature on TikTok!

“Will, just come here” he laughs, he walks over and takes both of her hands and guides her to the place he wants which is right by the doorframe but far enough.

When satisfied with were the both at, harrys left arm lifts up and due to his height sits just above the top door frame, already y/n found her self flustered, and with his right hand he held her face and pulled her in for a sweet kiss on her lips, while still holding the “doorframe leaning position”

She pulls away flustered and blushed up,

“You did not just do that” she laughs as she stares at him.

“No Harry, I know the fuck you did not do that” she states, her eyes still wide and her mouth curling up into a big smile.

The smirk of satisfaction crawled up on his face as he managed to to fluster up his girl, despite nearly 5 years of being together.

Remembering the iPhone camera pointing in there direction, she quickly turned on her heels to stop it, at the realisation of she’s been filming them hits Harry and it’s now his time to go red.

“You cheeky thing” he says going up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, he kept his chin on her shoulder as they watched the video they just made together, sharing laughs and smiles.

“Fuck sake” he smiles, pressing a kiss to her temple and getting into his side of the bed.

She presses post and couldn’t wait to see what everyone had to say tomorrow, she joined in the bed next to him.

“Safe to say girls are gonna be having a field day with that one” she laughs.

“Where did you learn that stunt from anyway?” She giggled leaning in to his side.

“Well baby” he started.

“When your girlfriend is obsessed with books and romance novels you do learn a few tricks along the way, and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t read a few of your stuff” he nonchalantly pointed out.

Her eyes light up again.

“Really? You have?” She excitedly asked

“Mmmhmm, I got say y’got good taste” he shrugs.

“If you want recommendations just say”

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jaozendry · 1 year

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"I'm better now, right?"

Pairing: Gar Logan x GN!Reader

Warnings: mentions of suicide attempts

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Summary: Gar finds you in the bathroom crying and tries to understand why. You decide to explain to him what happened last year: February 10th, 2022.

Author's note: trauma dumping dont mind me!!!! </3 ; the damian wayne fic part 3 is coming btw!!!!!!!!! <3

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Gar rushes to the bathroom after he hears you sob quietly, but also loudly at the same time. It's the first time he's seen you in this state, in the shower, no less. Here you are, sitting in the shower with hot water covering your teary eyes with Another Love by Tom Odell playing in the background.

Gar pauses your music and turns off the shower. He didn't care if you didn't clean yourself yet, that's the least of his worries: he wants you to be okay. He wraps a towel around you so you can feel comfortable.

"What happened?!" he asks in horror. "I heard you cry, I- are you okay?!"

He wipes away your tears and holds both of your hands. You sigh in sadness, asking yourself if you should tell him about... last year. February 10th, 2022. The first time you tried to kill yourself.

"I- uh..." It is clear that you can barely speak. Gar looks at you in the eyes with the patience of a literal saint.

"It's okay, take your time." he says, smiling faintly and his voice slightly breaking.

"It's about... you know... last year. February 10th 2022. You know what happened-"

Gar immediately stands up to check the date upon hearing those words. A horrored expression clouds his face when confirming that the date is indeed February 10th, 2023.

"It's been exactly a year." you declare, still sitting on the floor, a towel wrapped around your body.

Gar immediately rushes back to you, standing on his legs to be on your level and taking your face softly.

"Don't worry, Y/N. You're feeling better now, right? It's all in the past." he explains with half a smile on his face.

"I know, but like, I remember it like it was yesterday." you admit, tears welling up. "I remember every single thing I did. I was in the shower exactly a year ago, pills inside my desk drawer, thinking if I should do it. I should've talked to my sister, she was literally in the house! I should've talked to my parents, to anyone! I should've... I shouldn't have done this to them... to you!"

You break down in tears, holding your stomach while Gar hugs you.

"It's okay, calm down. Talk to me, let it out. You have the chance to right now." he comforts you, his eyes welling up tears as well. You take a deep breath before continuing your explanation.

"I literally remember the music I was listening to while waiting for the pills to work, what clothes I was wearing, the faces of the cops when they showed up, everything! The look on my mother's face when she saw me, the disappointment in my father's eyes, all of it is still in my head."

Gar holds your hands tightly to prevent you from losing control of yourself. He caresses your face and nods for you to continue.

"I remember every room I was in at the hospital. Everywhere I went that day, it's still in my mind. The worst is like... the mental hospital. I felt trapped, because I was! I remember everything that happened there, how many times I cried and at what time, thinking what would happen to me. I was thinking about my family, my friends, even my teachers and most of all... you. What would you think when you found out?! I'm just- I'm sorry."

Your green-haired boyfriend grabs your hips and finally lets the tears in his eyes drop while you quietly sob. He wipes away your tears once again before kissing you on the forehead.

"Look, when you did it, I was terrified... of losing you." he explains. "I didn't care how many days of school you missed, or how much homework you would have to catch up on. Your life is worth so much more... so please... don't throw it away. Let me help you. Please."

His voice starts breaking and his tears drop more and more. He finally breaks and hugs you to avoid worrying you. He kisses your cheeks repeatedly and holds your head.

However, you felt comfort when you heard those words. You didn't feel trapped and alone anymore. Someone was actually there for you. It felt like a fairytale. The both of you finally calm down enough for Gar to whisper this into your ear:

"You're stronger now. Don't let it go to your head, okay? I'm here."

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adoringhaikyuu · 3 years

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they find out you hooked up with their friend/teammate before you started dating

characters: atsumu, oikawa, sakusa, ushijima

warnings: just some possessive boys, suggestive things and mentions of alcohol

notes: the friends/teammates are from both high school and post time-skip, don’t pay too much attention it it sjkdfhgs, everyone is 18+

part one | part two | part three

atsumu:

so you and atsumu have been dating for a few months now

and somehow it just hadn’t come up that you and suna hooked up at a party once months before you and atsumu even started talking (like romantically)

it’s not that you were hiding it from him, you just didn’t think it was important since it was a one time thing

but tonight you, atsumu, osamu and suna were all hanging out at atsumu’s place and started reminiscing about the last four years of high school

you were currently pressed into your boyfriend’s side, his arm around you as he talked, a lazy grin on his face. “oh man, you guys remember that party yuko threw last year? i got so shitfaced that night, i jumped into the pool––”

osamu, interrupted, rolling his eyes at the memory. “yeah we know, we had to dry you off and bring you home.”

his brother simply smiled, “yeah yeah, but come on that was a fun night wasn’t it?”

osamu smiled, shrugging, “yeah other than that, it was a pretty good night.”

suna, who was scrolling mindlessly on his phone glanced up at you, “yeah, real fun.”

you simply rolled your eyes but your boyfriend, ever so observant, noticed. you felt a hand squeeze your thigh and looked up. “what about you, babe? did you go? i don’t really remember much from that night honestly.”

“yeah i––” you glanced over at the dark haired boy to find him staring at you already, a small smirk on his face. with all the attention on you, you felt a little overwhelmed––not that you needed to feel guilty or anything, but you felt your face heat up under their stares. you smiled awkwardly to yourself. “i did, yeah.”

he was still smiling, but you could tell it wasn’t as bright as before. “and did you and suna see each other there or something?”

before you could respond, the other boy spoke up. “you could say we saw each other, sure.” next to him, osamu rolled his eyes.

atsumu clenched his jaw as he turned to look at suna. “the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

you quickly turned him back to face you, your hand resting softly on his jaw. “look, me and suna hooked up at that party.” he frowned and you rubbed your thumb across his cheek gently, grounding him. “but it didn’t mean anything. it was a one time thing. right?” you turned to the other boy and he nodded, but you noticed the mischievous glint in his eyes.

“but if things ever don’t work out between you two, you know where to find me.” he winked and you laughed, flipping him off playfully.

“oh fuck off, suna.”

though you were joking, your boyfriend was serious as ever. “yeah, fuck off suna.” he grabbed your jaw and pulled you closer, wasting no time in pressing his lips against yours and sliding his tongue into your mouth possessively. you faintly heard his brother complaining in the background but you were too preoccupied to really worry about it.

atsumu’s fingers squeezed around your throat, eager to hear those pretty whimpers you make and when you did, you felt his lips curve into a smile against yours. by the time you both pulled away, you were breathless, your eyes were a little blurry and atsumu’s gaze was intense as ever.

“tell me, who’s better? me or him?”

“tsumu,” you started, your voice small but the other boy quickly interrupted you.

“it’s okay y/n.” he smirked lazily over at the both of you. “you can lie to your boyfriend to make him feel better.”

without another word, atsumu lifted you over his shoulder, ignoring your yelp of his name and walked past the two boys on the couch, heading straight for his bedroom. “keep your ears open and you’ll hear for sure who’s better.”

suddenly you wish you’d told him sooner.

oikawa:

so you oikawa and iwaizumi all went to middle school and high school together

but you and iwaizumi had been friends first, being in the same classes meant you spent more time together

and honestly being around each other all the time alone, you both thought you might end up dating and you might have made out once or twice out of curiosity

and sure you were each other’s first kiss

but you quickly realized you wanted to stay friends and nothing more

and it’s not like people knew about this, it was just between you two

so it was no wonder even oikawa didn’t know

“what?!” your boyfriend shrieked, as dramatic as ever. “what do you mean you two have kissed before?!”

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. “calm your tits, shittykawa––”

“i will do no such thing!”

“babe, it was so long ago.” you tried to reason, but your boyfriend was as dramatic as ever.

“i don’t know what hurts more––” he turned to his best friend, “that you kissed them before i did.” he turned to you, “or that you kissed iwa-chan first.”

you looked at him, deadpanned. “tooru, it was middle school. it’s not like it was recent.”

he paused, looking between the two of you, much calmer than before. “oh...” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, a smile on his face. “still, i’m not sure i like the thought of you two kissing.”

iwaizumi spoke up, a teasing look in his eyes, but his face was serious. “should we kiss right now so you can be sure?”

you laughed and oikawa immediately brought you into his arms, squeezing you tight as he pouted towards his best friend. “you’re so mean to me iwa-chan!” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “you’re mine.”

you smiled, leaning up to give him a peck. “yours.”

he smiled down at you adoringly and hugged you, sticking his tongue out at his friend over your head.

sakusa:

so you atsumu, sakusa and the rest of his team were hanging out at a bar to celebrate another victory

and atsumu was already a loud person, but when he was drunk he was just a loud mouth, blabbing anything and everything to everyone

you and him had gone to the same high school and had hooked up once or twice before at parties––never anything serious

but it didn’t mean anything so you hadn’t mentioned it to your boyfriend

that is until atsumu blurted it out, a drunk smile on his face

the blonde put his hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder, “you know,” he wagged his finger at you a few times, his eyes almost shut. “you got yourself a good one, omi-kun.”

“oh shut up atsumu.” you rolled your eyes, planning on ignoring him, but sakusa was intrigued.

“i know. but why do you say that?”

“i mean from everyone here,” he looked around at the others who were busy in their own conversations, drinking around the table. “i’m the only one besides you who knows how good y/n is.” your eyes widened at his words and you could feel a bubble of anxiety in your stomach.

he turned to look at you, his brow raised. “what’s he talking about?”

you opened your mouth but atsumu spoke before you. “we hooked up, bro. a couple times. you didn’t know?” he paused to hiccup and looked over at you. “those were good times though, huh? i know they felt good,” he laughed, not noticing his friend glaring at him.

sakusa didn’t say anything for a few moments, but you could see his jaw clenching through the mask, his shoulders tensing. you placed a hand on his arm but it didn’t seem to calm him down.

“it was in high school, omi. we were just stupid kids then.”

“well one of you is still a stupid kid,” he muttered, giving atsumu the side-eye but the blonde was too busy gulping down another drink to notice.

he sighed and grabbed your hand, “we’re going home, and straight to the shower.” you noticed the dark look in his eyes as he led you out of your seat and put his jacket over your shoulders. he ushered you out of the bar without even saying goodbye to his teammates but you were too preoccupied by the thoughts running in your head to say something about it.

your voice was small but hopeful. “we’re not just going to shower, are we?”

he kept his head straight as he led you to the car, but his hand tightened around yours. “what do you think?”

ushijima:

let’s say ushi’s been busy recently, a bit too busy for your liking

because you hadn’t been intimate with each other in like,,, a week

now you and tendou were actually very close and he was very observant

and he could tell while the three of you were hanging out that you were a little more tense and frustrated than usual, all from your body language

so when ushi went to the bathroom he asked you what’s up and you told him that you were a little,, pent up

after thinking for a few moments, he told you he knew exactly how to help

and from the look on his face, you knew this wouldn’t be good

you were looking at him nervously as ushijima came back into the booth next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“y/n?” tendou asked, a playful smile on his face. oh boy. “would you say you’ve changed much since high school?”

your brows furrowed. “i don’t know? not really?”

“hm,” he tapped his chin, eyes sparkling as he looked at you. “so you’d say you’re still into the same things as you were then?”

you narrowed your eyes, not knowing where this was going. “maybe?”

he looked at you as seriously as he could. “so you still like being choked?”

your eyes widened and your jaw dropped in shock. “tendou!” you felt ushijima stiffen next to you but he kept his eyes trained on his friend.

“what?” the redhead smirked. “just curious.” he narrowed his eyes, “you still like it a little rough? i mean i’m guessing you do, especially since you’re with this guy,” he pointed at ushijima. “i mean just look at him––he’s huge.”

ushijima blinked then looked down at you. “how does tendou know about your personal interests?”

“i––well...”

“we hooked up a few times in high school,” tendou spoke for you, leaning back in his seat, putting his hands behind his head. “we got to know each other pre-tty well, don’t you think?” you looked into ushijima’s eyes and noticed the slight jealousy lingering in his gaze––so this was tendou’s plan.

“is this true y/n?”

you nodded sheepishly. “it was a really long time ago though. before we started talking.”

tendou spoke up again. “well it wasn’t that long ago, now was it? feels like yesterday, almost.”

“tendou.” your boyfriend spoke up, not looking away from you, his voice sharp.

“yeah big guy?” he smiled.

“leave.” you gulped and tendou laughed.

“sure thing.” he placed his hand on your shoulder as he passed by you, only further igniting the flame in ushijima’s eyes. “you’re welcome!” he whispered in a sing-song voice.

you turned back to your boyfriend and felt butterflies flutter in your stomach at the way he was looking at you, his eyes dark.

“let’s go home, love. it seems as though you need to be reminded of a few things.”

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chiruba · 3 years

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PLAYING WITH INUMAKI'S HAIR AS HE LAYS ON YOUR LAP !

an. i put a small mention of nobamaki in here bc theyre my fave gfs :] also sorryh this is so short and ugly :( smth longer coming hopefully soon!!

ft. inumaki x gn!reader

wc. 0.4k

genre. fluff

tw. none

► MASTERLIST ► TAGLIST ►

— inumaki lowkey rlly wanted you to stroke/play w his hair

— he knew you wouldn’t mind if he had asked

— but also just had no idea how to bring it up

— he literally ends up buying 3 bottles of shampoo with your favourite scent (and 4 conditioner bottles as well bc “why not”)

— he has my heart ugh

— obviously when your boyfriend goes from faintly smelling of vanilla to the pungent smell of your favourite scent

— you get curious and ask inumaki about it, to which he tells (texts) you that he just wanted to try a new shampoo

— you can almost see the hearts in his eyes as you pull him close to you, running your hands through his soft hair

— and by the way inumaki leans into your palm, you quickly realise what is going on

you had always thought inumaki had the prettiest eyelashes - naturally long and dark despite his light hair. the shadows they cast upon his violet eyes had somehow made them look even more intriguing - however, this time inumaki's eyes were closed, hiding his bright coloured orbs that you loved, as those pretty eyelashes of his rested peacefully on his soft cheeks.

inumaki's head currently lay in your lap, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist, keeping you in his hold. you could only start to feel his grip loosen when he began drifting off to sleep, the sounds of panda and kugisaki's screams in the background acting as white noise. he stirred only when the sun decided to brighten suddenly, wrinkling his forehead as the rays of light shone down onto his face. you giggled lightly when he turned his head, burying it into your stomach.

"ugh," you heard maki scowl from beside you, her eyebrows furrowed in disgust, "couples," she stated plainly, distaste evident in her voice.

you rolled your eyes at her playfully, bringing a hand down to caress inumaki's hair. "as if you don't act the same with nobara," you shot back, teasingly. maki decided to ignore your comment, instead sending a judging glance down at inumaki as he cuddled closer to you, pointing to him as she mouthed 'clingy'. you held back your laughter, not wanting to wake your clingy boyfriend up, and instead just gave maki a nod as she decided that another hour of training would be better than this pda show.

looking down at inumaki, you decide that the tranquil look on his face as he gently scratch his scalp is too cute, and decide to save him the teasing for drooling all over your lap.

ill give u a kiss goodnight if u reblog <3

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thesolferino · 3 years

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Hell On Earth

⤷ dream x f!reader.

⤷ genre: fluff

⤷ word count: 3.2k

⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon!

— summary: you barge into clay’s office to complain about his broken air conditioner, unaware that he’s streaming.

Florida was hell.

You liked to say it as a joke, during October when the rest of the world was freezing, during December when the insane temperatures finally went back under control, and the sun granted you its blessing of a refreshing gust of wind every now and then. You liked to say it as a joke, mostly, but God, did you mean it whenever summer would creep around the corner and you’d get reminded of why you told your boyfriend so often that the devil must’ve left hell, came down to America, and bought himself a nice penthouse in Florida.

It lived up to its title of the hottest state in the US, by far, considering the hellish temperatures that constantly made you dizzy whenever June rolled around. You had great air conditioning in your apartment, though, and as soon as the sun started burning skin, plants, water, and everything in its way, you and your college roommate would lounge at your place as the air conditioner blew cold wind and thank the lord (and the person who invented AC, bless his heart) for providing you with at least one blessing during these trying times.

So, of course that as soon as summer came about, your air conditioning conveniently broke.

Your roommate was out of the apartment within two days, flying to her family in Wisconsin, bidding you farewell as she left you to cook like a raw chicken in your shared apartment. Thankfully, you had a boyfriend - and what a boyfriend he was.

You don’t like to brag, but at these moments, you feel grateful to the universe and whoever else is looking over you for providing you with a rich boyfriend, with quite a big, echo-y house, and air conditioning made of pure heaven. As soon as your roommate packed your bags, you packed yours too, - if one backpack filled with makeup, your laptop, meds, underwear and hopes that he’d let you steal all of his clothes could count as “bags” - locked the apartment and left, ready to leave the AC on snowman temperature for two days minimum and ignore all his complaints.

Bad luck seemed to follow you everywhere, though, because you were there for merely three days when the air conditioning started stuttering.

You were sprawled on the cold sheets of his bed, listening to the low hum of the AC as you scrolled through your phone, his white T-shirt sticking to your back, the cold air cooling the sheen of sweat that covered your body, leaving goosebumps all over. One of your fingers started lazily petting Patches’ stomach, and you could faintly hear Clay talking in the background, the sounds coming from his office.

“Thank you for the gifted subs! Um, yeah, it’s really hot here, I can barely, like, breathe in here. I have the AC on at highest, but all it’s doing is giving me a headache. Even-even my water bottle is completely hot.” You heard him rant and chuckled, turning on your side and continuing to scroll through random videos.

You sort of tuned out his talking, knowing he’d most likely be cooped up in that office for hours before your shared dinner, and started watching random YouTube videos, ignoring your surroundings as you shoved your earbuds in your ears.

The longer the videos lasted, the more you felt like you were suffocating. The heat crawled up on you slowly, sneakily, almost unnoticeable yet undeniably there, hand made up of pure fire gripping at your throat tighter and tighter. It started off seamlessly, with you rolling around, trying to find a new cold spot on the sheets, to pulling at the shirt, trying to create cold air to soothe you, to wiping the sweat that basically covered your entire forehead, when your eyes finally peeled away from your phone and you realised you were basically choking in the heat, feeling like you’re breathing fire.

You lift your head off the bed way too quickly, head pounding, and look at the one thing meant to save you from this madness - just to see it leaking water down the wall, barely coughing out any air. Your head miserably falls back down on the bed, hands rubbing at your face, dangerously close to both crying and screaming in distress. After a few moments of self-wallowing, you get up and make your way over to your boyfriend’s office, being met with nothing but silence as you walked to it, happy he ended the stream so you could complain and wail to him, possibly cool down using the AC in his office.

You slam the door open, seeing him hunched over in his gaming chair, Minecraft open as usual, and as soon as he takes one headphone off, turns around and sends a surprised but oddly panicked gaze your way, you start ranting.

“Babe, you won’t believe what just happened.” you said, rubbing a hand over your face again, eyes closing as you feel the coldness - in comparison to the living hell that was his bedroom right now - of the room wash over you. You don’t even let him speak before you continue.

“The fucking AC in your bedroom just broke. It’s leaking right now.”

Clay looks like he wants to say fifteen words at once, and the first one that comes out is: “What?”

“I swear. I was watching something on my phone, and I realised it’s crazy hot, so I looked up and realised it’s broken. Why does this happen to me!” you complained, and he tried pulling his headphones off for a second but instead pulled the cord out of the computer entirely, letting you hear everything that goes on in his headphones.

It’s silent for a second or two, before you hear a familiar voice.

“Dream.” you hear a British man with an awfully posh accent speak, and your eyes meet Clay’s in pure horror and realisation, when you slap a hand over your mouth. He looks as equally terrified as you, but also disappointed, because oh, that’s why he looked so panicked when you stormed in.

Then you hear another voice, equally British, but higher pitched. They laugh. “Is that Drista?”

Clay seems to snap back into reality, turning around towards the computer and adjusting his mic before speaking. “No- it’s- Tommy she said babe, why would Drista call me babe?”

“You’re so stupid, he was trying to help you.” You hear his long-time friend, Sapnap, deadpan, and you can practically feel all of them freaking out, while you stand in the doorway in horror, cheeks heating up despite the fully working AC.

Another laugh. “No, I wasn’t, I was genuinely asking. Why- Sapnap, why would I be helping Dream?”

“Dream, you are so stupid.” you hear George laugh into his mic and your boyfriend immediately starts stuttering, trying to defend himself.

“How-how am I stupid?! She’s the one who walked in, what was I supposed to do?” you lean against the doorway as he defends himself, head buried in one of your hands.

“Mute!” you hear Sapnap borderline yell, almost mad.

“Wait- I don’t get what’s going on- Does Big D have a girlfriend?” you hear the British boy, Tommy, ask, and all of them go silent for a few seconds before a loud, screeching laugh breaks out through the speakers, and when Clay turns around to look at you, all you can do is mouth an apology as you almost break out into laughter at how ridiculous the whole thing is.

“Oh my God, chat is going crazy right now.” George says while Tommy is laughing his lungs out in the background, still.

“Did you actually- did she actually- oh my GOD, Dream has a girlfriend! I can’t believe this!” Tommy keeps on laughing, coughing between sentences. “Dream stans, I am so sorry, this must be just a terrible, terrible day for you all.”

“You’re probably already trending on Twitter, dude.” Sapnap adds, sounding more worried than your own boyfriend did at the moment.

“It was bound to happen at some point, I guess.” he huffs out, turning around to look at you every so often, gesturing for you to close the door and come in, which you did, guilt weighing you down as you moved.

“Are you serious? Can I- Can I speak to your girlfriend, Dream?” you can practically hear the grin in the boy’s voice and Clay doesn’t even turn to you before replying.

“No, you can’t.”

“Oh, come on! You let me speak to your mum but not your girlfriend? Just for a little bit, please? I just- I just wanna see which lucky woman managed to get the attention of the Minecraft God, Dream himself. That’s it.” Tommy asks and you don’t even have it in you to laugh because of the anxiety that eats away at you, but then Clay sighs.

“...Fine, I guess.” he looks up at you. “D’you wanna speak to Tommy?”

You’re not quite sure what the expected answer is, but you shrug, gaze darting from his eyes to the computer, and then back to him. “Um… I don’t mind, I guess.”

You hear him sigh and plug the headphones back into the computer, handing them to you. “Alright, she said yes. Here you go.” he stands up out of the chair and lets you sit, placing the way too big headphones on your head as your heart races, standing closely by your side as you roll the chair further towards the desk and microphone.

“Um… hello?” you shyly speak, and you hear something like groans of mixed annoyance, confusion and nervousness coming from George and Sapnap as Tommy starts laughing immediately, greeting you loudly.

“HELLO, DREAM’S GIRLFRIEND!” you hear him yell in response as your shaky hands land on the keyboard, moving his character left and right.

“Is the AC really broken?” Sapnap asks and you hear George laugh in response, considering how unimportant that information is right now. You know both of them, obviously - you’ve talked to them more than a few times, joining in on their jokes when Clay talks to them on speaker, growing as close as one can with their boyfriend’s friends.

“Yeah, it is. The AC in here is really good, though. Maybe I should stay and just take over the Dream channel.” You joke and they laugh.

“Yeah, I mean it would probably be better. A woman owning the Dream channel would make it so much better. The views would skyrocket.” Tommy says and you see his character walk up to you before he randomly laughs again.

“I can’t believe- I can’t believe Dream actually has a girlfriend. Is he, like, paying you to do this, or are you really…” he trails off and you giggle at his question, switching tools in the hotbar as you try to figure out how to play the game again.

“No, he’s not. We are dating, yes.” you confirm with a nod, and you feel Clay’s elbow sink into the chair, almost trying to listen.

“Say 1 if he’s keeping you hostage.” he says and you laugh again, shaking your head.

“No, he’s not- he’s not keeping me hostage.” you reply and you hear Clay go “WHAT?” right behind you.

“Well, of course, of course, I mean, who could ever pass up dating the great Dream. With all those subscribers, and Twitch primes, and Minecraft skills. Did- did his Minecraft skills get you?” Tommy asked, but before you could even respond, Sapnap jumped into the conversation.

“Oh yes, absolutely. She loves it. Yes, Dream, speedrun faster!” he sarcastically replies and for a few moments the whole call is blown into loud laughter, screeching and yells before it quiets down.

“Yes, what Sapnap said. I was so impressed, he just blew me away, with um… with his, um, Manhunt skills? I dunno, I don’t play Minecraft.” you hear him laugh at “Manhunt skills” behind you as the rest of the boys start laughing too.

“Dream’s girlfriend doesn’t play Minecraft?! What?! Dream- how could he allow this, seriously…” Tommy argued dramatically, his character staring at yours - or rather Clay’s.

“I can’t imagine if we were both Minecraft players, that would be a nightmare.” you replied.

“Why?” you heard George laugh through the headphones.

“Who do you think peels him away from the damn computer? If I was just like him we would never get out of the house, probably.” you argued.

“Dreamfriend, what is Dream like, you know, in real life?” Tommy spoke up and you heard George giggle again.

“Dreamfriend?” you repeated, a grin forming on your face at his stupidity, finally deciding to move the character around and switch back to the sword in the hotbar.

“Yes! Dream’s girlfriend, Dreamfriend, Dreamgirl, Girldream, whatever you like.” Tommy said and you laughed.

“Dream girl… if I wanted to get clout off Dream I’d use that, that’s genius.”

“Thanks, I know I’m a genius, everyone tells me so.” Tommy claims and you shake your head, checking your boyfriend’s inventory to see if there’s anything interesting in there.

“Alright, I’m gonna check on the AC, I’ll be back in a second.” Clay says to you, before lowering himself to the mic so the boys could hear him. “Tommy, don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

“Oh you know it, big man! I’d never!” Tommy yells back, despite Clay being unable to hear him, and he leaves the office with one last, quick kiss to your temple.

“Is he gone?” Tommy asks, and you nod and hum, despite him not being able to see you.

“Okay, so you don’t play Minecraft, right?” he asks.

“No, I don’t.” you reply.

“So there’s this really cool thing, right. If you just go in and type /op tommyinnit, there’s this thing that’s gonna-” Tommy doesn’t get to finish his sentence before he’s cut off by Sapnap, whose character suddenly appears in front of you.

“No, no, no, no, don’t trust him, you should-” Sapnap cuts in, but Tommy still loudly protests in the background.

“BE NICE TO OUR GUEST, SAPNAP! Let her do what she wants! She is Dream’s girlfriend after all, the most powerful woman.” Tommy claims and you laugh, sort of blushing from all the attention. You don’t even dare to check the chat or the donations that come in from Twitch, because it must be blowing up by now. As if he can hear your thoughts, George speaks too.

“Oh my God, Dream’s already trending on, like, five different spots on Twitter.” he says, and you instinctively grab your phone to check, before you can even think about it.

“What?” you and Sapnap both say in sync.

“Yeah, ‘Dream’ is trending #2 worldwide, and ‘Dream girlfriend’ is #4.” he lets out a shocked laugh.

“Oh my God…” you mutter out in both excitement, nervousness and dread as you open Twitter and confirm that George is indeed correct. You don’t even dare to press on either of the trends, simply turning off your phone with a sigh and moving back to stream.

“Wow, you’re famous now! How does it feel?” Tommy asks and you let out a quite dry laugh.

“Amazing. I can feel my value as a person increasing as we speak.” you respond sarcastically and hear George quietly laugh in the background.

Just then, you hear the door to the office opening again, but you ignore it because Tommy starts speaking.

“Okay, well, I’m sure that must be very fun and exciting for you, but I really will need you to type in /op tommyinn-”

“No! I’m not listening to you, Tommy! I’m not about to type in some stupid command and get yelled at!” you cut in, but he keeps on whining.

“Come on, we know Big D would never yell at his… beloved girlfriend! Listen, just do it, I promise he will not be mad.” he argues.

“What does /op even mean?” you ask out loud, and suddenly Clay is yelling behind you.

“Who is asking you to op them? Give me the headset!” he says, one hand already tugging at the headphones as you laugh while Tommy panics.

“Well, it was fun talking to you guys, but I have to go. Bye!” you bid them farewell and heard George and Sapnap say goodbye as well while Tommy yelled, and you took off the headphones and passed them to Clay who immediately put them on and adjusted them, plopping back into the chair. You left, moving to the living room to process everything that happened and abandon your phone for the next few hours because you were not ready for that type of attention in the slightest.

You laid in front of the TV, watching random shows on Netflix and grabbing a few snacks from the kitchen while you could still clearly hear him yelling and streaming, wondering how he’s still going as if nothing happened. The temptation to check what people were saying was overwhelming to the point your hands were itching to grab your phone and open all social media - before you even realised it, you were on the trending page again, thumb tapping on the “Dream girlfriend” tab.

You braced yourself for the worst, but that’s not what came at you - sure, there were a couple of tweets telling people to lay off you, and delusional shippers getting ratioed, but they were mostly positive, lighthearted jokes, from single people making jokes about how a Minecraft YouTuber can get bitches but they can’t, to people calling you cute/funny. One hate comment obviously stings more than a million positive comments make you happy, but they were mostly misogynists calling you annoying for the roughly five sentences you spoke on stream or shippers disappointed that their favorite YouTuber isn’t gay, so you didn’t really let it get to you.

When the house finally quieted down the sun was lowering itself into darkness and melting into a pot of blinding orange and golden honey, and you heard Clay’s footsteps when he finally turned off the stream, stepping into the living room a few seconds after you heard him. He sat down on the couch next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to him, sitting there in silence with you.

“So… that was something.” he finally broke the silence and you nodded.

“It really was.”

Another beat of silence passes.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I really need you to stop breaking all these ACs.”

“I’M NOT THE ONE BREAKING THEM-”

“Sorry, but I’m noticing a pattern here.” he wheezed, obviously just trying to get you riled up as you pulled away so his hand gets ripped off your shoulder.

“Shut up. You better have called someone to repair that damn thing, cause there is no way we’re sleeping in there without an AC.” you huffed, and he shuffled closer to you, arm wrapping itself around your shoulders once again.

“I did, they’re coming by tomorrow.” he assured.

“Tomorrow?” you asked, looking at him in disbelief. “How are we gonna sleep tonight?”

“Who says we have to sleep?” the glint in his eye and the stupid grin plastered on his face tells you everything you need to know, and you roll your eyes.

“If we fuck, I’ll actually die of overheating. Absolutely not.”

“Well in that case, I need to get that AC fixed as soon as possible.”

#dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dream imagine #dream fluff #dreamwastaken imagine #dreamwastaken fluff #dream x y/n #dreamwastaken x y/n #dream x you #dreamwastaken x you #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fluff

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Few Too Many

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, In-game violence and death, Suggestive comments

Genre: Protective fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous thing, especially when the jealous person is armed with a gun....in a game of Counter Strike. At least Y/N’s friend will now know not to mess around and flirt with her, especially not with Corpse around.

Requested by 🐐 Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request but here it finally is! I didn’t want to make it IRL violence to avoid triggering anyone while I also felt it’d be very ooc for Corpse to beat someone up but I still hope you enjoy the fic if you come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey everyone!“ Y/N greets her squad as they all customize their characters while I sit there, observing and unknowing of what I’m supposed to do. “I invited Corpse to play with us today, hope y’all don’t mind.”

“Of course not! Nice to finally meet you, Corpse. We’ve heard a ton about you from Y/N, thanks for making our girl the happiest she’s ever been.“ One of her friends says, the tone of his voice suggesting he’s only half-joking with the dad like comment he made.

“Nice to meet you too, man. Glad I’m the one she gave the chance of making her happy. That’s all I ever wanna do.“ Though it may sound cheesy, as guys, her friends can probably read into how genuinely I mean what I’ve said.

Dating a girl with only guy friends has it’s pros and cons. Which outweigh which is still up for debate since I’m still researching, but so far so good in my opinion. This is the first time I’m interacting with them directly so I’ve still got a long way to go in terms of getting to know them and the details of their relationship with Y/N better. Regardless, I at least know they can easily understand me and put themselves in my shoes if I ever ‘mess things up’ with Y/N and she goes to complain to them - something that will most likely never happen. I’d never dare make this girl upset. Chances are, if I do, her friends won’t get to me on time - I would deliver my own punishment just the way I think I deserve it. However, there’s also the chance of them getting super protective of her and ganging up on me over something as small as a fight. By the many things and stories Y/N’s shared with me about them, I believe they wouldn’t think twice about kicking someone’s ass for her. They’re not massive dudes - I’ve seen pictures of them - but I for one don’t ever wanna see em angry.

“Ay bro, what’d you do to score our best girl? You must know what she likes. If so please, by all means, do tell.“ One of them, not the one who was previously talking, speaks up, his words making me furrow my brows in both confusion and irritation.

I open my mouth to complain as I slowly start cracking my knuckles when Y/N and her friends beat me to it. Thing is, Y/N’s friend group consists of three guys and her and yet four voices scolded the guy that made that suggestive comment. That being said, this guy probably isn’t considered to be one of her friends, at least not one that’s a permanent part of her friend group.

“Seth, cut it out!“ The guy I was previously speaking to says sharply before softening his tone to refer to me, “Sorry about my brother, excuse his lack of brain cells, please.“

Just then, I also receive a message from someone. Checking my phone, turns out it’s Y/N who by the way is currently in the living room while I’m in the recording room. Her text reads:

Y/N ~ Ignore Seth. I told Leo to not invite him but he’s still here somehow

I send her back a quick reassuring text before answering the guy I now know is named Leo, “No worries, it’s fine.”

“See? The guy can take a joke, you’re all just freaking out over nothing!“ Seth laughs, reminding me and the others of how loud he is compared to us.

Despite acting like it’s no big deal, I can’t help but admit to myself that this behavior of Seth’s has awoken a deeply buried suspicion of mine that’s not only mine but also arises in every guy whose girlfriend hangs out with a lot of guys. It’s not that I don’t trust Y/N - she could literally blindfold me and tell me to walk through a pool of lava, promising it wouldn’t hurt and I’d do it - but we all know about that saying that every guy in a group with one girl has liked said girl at least once.

Disturbing to think these four, including Seth five, dudes could’ve possibly been my competition at some point. It’s nice that they’re all super chill about it, mostly cause some of them have girlfriends as I was told.

Nevertheless, we get over that hiccup and carry on with the small talk and preparations for the game. Since it’s my first time playing CSGO, Y/N, Leo and her other friend Clancy explain the mechanics to me in detail to avoid me getting confused mid-game and getting myself killed. When they finish, we start the round and wait for the game’s algorithm to separate us into two teams which Y/N jokingly refers to as cops and robbers. Unfortunately, the end result of that separation ends up being me getting put in the terrorists’ force with Leo and Clancy while Y/N’s with the FBI, partnered with Seth and her other friend Evan.

“Alright, team, we shall now disperse. Corpse, remember, if you see more than one of them, radio in and lay low, we’ll be with you as soon as possible.“ Leo informs me as he runs off in one direction, Clancy going in the opposite. I confirm I understand and go along my way too, heading for this ancient looking structure that looks like it could belong in an old-timey movie.

Walking in, I realize the place is way bigger than it appeared on the outside. A quick look up confirms that there are three fucking floors above, not to mention that the ground floor is huge. Luckily, there are many crates and barrels to hide behind if I come across an FBI agent. I sure as hell hope it’s Y/N, I could maybe even try talking her into giving me a second chance at life and pretend she never saw me. Come to think of it though, I’d probably prefer getting killed by her rather than her friends - especially Seth.

Given that we’re in a Discord call, I can hear all the conversation going on. They are all quiet though, I can just periodically hear the mumbles of someone muttering to themselves as they navigate the map cautiously out of fear of running into their opponent unprepared. The silence is put to an end though when Seth speaks up, addressing Y/N.

“Yo, your boyfriend’s with the terrorists, ain’t he? That’s like the universe giving you a sign that y’all shouldn’t be together.“ The fucker laughs at his own joke while I can literally hear Y/N rolling her eyes.

“Have you heard of Romeo and Juliet, Seth?“ She asks sarcastically, almost getting a chuckle out of me but I suppress it to avoid getting caught listening in.

“Yeah, they both die at the end. Fucking boooriiinngg.“ Just then, I spot two silhouettes entering the building. Aiming my gun at them reveals their names - just the people I’m currently involuntarily eavesdropping on. Seth and Y/N don’t notice me though so I quickly duck behind a crate and prepare to radio in when Seth continues verbally torturing Y/N and dancing on my last nerves, “I personally think the friends-to-lovers trope is far more interesting...“

Did this guy just- no, he’s gotta be fucking kidding me

I’m left with my jaw hanging in disbelief at this guy’s audacity. I have no doubt Y/N’s about to put him in his place herself but I just gotta have my own chat with this guy. And by ‘chat’ I mean I mindlessly rush out from behind the crate towards where I saw him and Y/N and open fire on him. I hear his startled and upset screams with Y/N’s laughter in the background. She doesn’t try to stop me as a teammate of his should and would, instead she just observes the scene unfold, laughing her ass off.

“Yo man what the fuck was that for?!“ I hear Seth’s yell but only faintly since the sound of gunshots is still echoing through my headphones. Yeah, I’m not done shooting this fucker.

“Corpse...Corpse, buddy...“ Y/N manages through fits of laughter she cannot tame, “That’s a few too many bullets, he’s already dead.”

“And that was a few too many comments for him to be let off the hook.” I answer as sharply as I can with the new-formed smile on my face. What can I say, her happiness is contagious.

“Well, you got your first kill in CSGO. Good job, babe! I’m super proud of you!” She cheers for me, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Nah that was my first overkill.“ I quickly add, with a more threatening tone: “And it won’t be my last.”

“Let’s just hope there aren’t few too many of these overkills either.“ She snickers.

“That doesn’t depend on me, babe.“ I say smugly, suggestively enough for Seth to pick up the dropped hint. Mother fucker’s officially been put in his place and I couldn’t possibly be happier - with the added bonus of getting a ton of laughter out of Y/N who also decides to walk away, leaving me unharmed but promising to shoot to kill next time she sees me.

I’m ok with that. She could kill me anyday.

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itrytowrite-things · 3 years

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Murder podcasts

Spencer Reid x reader

Summary: Y/N has a tendency to listen to murder podcasts while doing chores, one day Spencer comes in unannounced scaring Y/N into action. (This summary sucks but it’s fluffy)

A/N: shout out to @with-paint, she helped me form some of this fic so check them out.

The eerie background music and narrator filled the kitchen as I scrubbed diligently at a plate. I blinked down at it, trying in vain to remember what the hell I used it for that would cause such a stubborn stain of food. Sighing, I squeezed the soap bottle some more and ran hot water over it. Maybe soaking it would help?

Grabbing a few of the cups I had washed, I spun around from the sink to a towel I had laid out earlier. I scrunched my nose as cold soap suds ran down my arm, hit my elbow and fell to the floor in a sticky mess I didn’t want to deal with right now.

I was so engrossed in the podcast playing over the Alexa that I barely even processed the grueling chore that was longer than normal. I was lost in the words, that an hour longer scrubbing at dishes seemed almost fun. The dishwasher had completely died a couple of weeks ago.

Normally Spencer would speed read the manual to figure out what was wrong with the stupid machine. But unfortunately, his case in Michigan was taking longer than he anticipated. So, he hadn’t been home to look into it, leaving me to hand wash the dishes. I didn’t mind, it was a mindless task and allowed me to catch up on my favorite podcast.

“They found her body a week later, twenty minutes from their house,” I shook my head at that, case freaking solved. Her husband obviously killed her. I mean there’s no way the police didn’t solve this case, come on.

I moved from the towel back to the sink, sticking my hands back into the soapy water. I always believed that I should be a detective. I could solve these cases easily, Spencer claims that suspicion can only take me so far and the reason that they don’t catch the guy is not because they don’t suspect it, but because they don’t have hard evidence. I normally just scoff and give him a kiss knowing that I would get the bad guy in the end, “hard evidence” my ass.

“Two months later the police came in and found Jeff’s disembodied head laying on their kitchen counter.” My jaw dropped and I turned around furiously, bringing a wet butter knife with me, on instinct I pointed the knife at the device.

“Oh shit.” I said to the speaker, as if it were relaying the case itself. Well turns out I was wrong. I cleared my throat and lowered the stupid knife. I placed it down and tried my best to look less scandalized. We all make mistakes. So I might have been a little off in my husband theory, but I mean I had only heard half the case at that point so it doesn’t speak anything of my amazing detective skills. I nodded at that and tossed the knife into a little stack of silverware. The metallic sound echoing around the kitchen. I smirked at my good throw and turned back to the sink.

I quickly got into the true grove of washing the dishes, listening to the more gruesome details of the case. Turns out the killer did quite a number on old Jeff. I was halfway done with the remaining dishes when I felt a tap on my shoulder sending my heart into a frenzy.

I whirled around quickly bringing the closest item with me as a weapon. The plastic spatula slapped the asalint straight in the face creating an awfully loud twack sound that bounced off the kitchen walls. I blinked in horror at realizing who exactly was standing in front of me.

Spencer's cheek turned red immediately.

“Oh my god! Spence! I am so sorry!” I dropped the spatula and brought my other hand to his face trying to soothe his skin. My hand was covered in water and soap suds, and it dripped down his face onto the already wet floor.

“I am so so sorry. You scared me.” I rubbed my thumb over the spot, feeling his heated skin. Jesus, I felt awful. I didn’t hold anything back when I hit him. I figured I was fending for my life, not greeting my boyfriend.

“It’s okay.” His much larger hand cupped mine removing it from his face. The redness had died down a little, making his skin a rosy pink instead of the previous bright red. He looked adorable which only made me feel worse. Who looks that cute after getting slapped in the face with a spatula?

Spencer startled me yet again when a chuckle came bubbling out of him. His laugh was like someone bottled the sound of happiness. It made my own laughter arise every time without a doubt even if I didn’t understand what was funny.

“I guess I don’t have to worry about you protecting yourself.” A loud squeak sound emitted from my body unexpectedly followed by more laughter. I slapped him very lightly across the chest, kissing his unharmed cheek.

“You're lucky I wasn’t cutting vegetables.” I said, rustling my way into his arms pulling his body against my tightly, loving the way his laughter shook my entire body. I felt the short press of his lips against the crown of my head before tucking my head into the nook of his neck. I inhaled deeply, taking the scent of him with me. The apartment had started to lose its scent with him being gone for so long. I was beyond eager for the apartment to smell like us again.

“I think those podcasts are giving you wild ideas.”

“They would never find your body Dr.Reid.” I teased, poking gently at his side making him squirm in my grip. Another round of laughter filled the small space, it was only when it died down that I realized my podcast was still running in the background.

“Alexa, stop,” I shouted into the air stopping the podcast. “The neighbor did it.” I said with coincidence knowing that my answer was correct this time. Spencer let out a belt of laughter, nodding his head, a big grin on his face.

I pulled back from Spencer taking in his features for the first time. He looked tired, his eye bags had doubled creating a skunk in effect. I could see the trouble in his eyes, the case was hard. It killed me to see him after a hard case, he looked more and more defeated after each one. However, it was what he loved doing and my job wasn’t to erase the trauma of his job, but to ease him back into daily life. I thumbed his eye bags lazily, a pout taking over my face.

“You wanna take a shower and I’ll start us some dinner.” I asked gently. Not wanting to completely destroy the quiet we created. He nodded slightly looking younger than ever. I quickly pulled him back into me taking all of his weight. “I love you bub.” His hair felt silky against my fingertips as I disentangled the curls.

“Love you too.” He mumbled, his heated breath warming my skin. I waited a few comfortable minutes rocking our conjoined bodies in the cozy silence of our kitchen, I took a deep breath and said what was on my mind.

“You wanna talk about it?”

I don’t ever ask Spencer for the details of his cases. He either goes into a tangent without prompting or doesn’t feel like talking about it. I used to think that talking to Spencer about his job would be like listening to my murder podcasts. It honestly was one of the things I was excited for, but I soon found out it’s nothing like that.

When Spencer spoke of cases it was personal. He felt every death that was caused and saw every killing through the eyes of monsters. He held so much emotion in his voice when he spoke of the victims, that I often can’t help but cry. How a person can hold that much pain and still continue to do it everyday, is beside me.

He shook his head, squeezing my torso before finally pulling back and placing a soft kiss to my lips.

I continued the dishes, washing the last few. I left the podcast off, listening instead to the shower from down the hall. I scrubbed off the last of the grime before starting the oven. A simple dinner was always best in these situations. I pulled out a pre-made chicken pot pie from the freezer and placed it in the oven.

As I moved to dry and put away the dishes while waiting for pie to finish. Spencer emerged from the bathroom freshly bathed. He wore a thin gray shirt paired with some soft looking sweatpants. My upper lip jutted out automatically. God I love him.

“Feel better?” I kept my voice low, not wanting to startle any peace that the shower might have brought him. He nodded slowly.

“What did you cook?”

“A chicken pot pie, I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s perfect.” He smiled and returned to my arms, kissing my neck once before tucking his head into my neck. The edge of his wet hair scraped against my skin in an uncomfortable way, yet I only moved enough to rub circles into his back.

A loud beep emitted from the oven caused me to jump in Spencer's arms. He let out a small chuckle.

“Pick us something to watch and I’ll plate us some food.” I hummed turning my back to him. I heard him walking towards the living room as I bent to retrieve the hot food.

Spencer sat criss cross on the couch, Les Enfants du Paradis was displayed on the TV. I handed him the steaming bowl and sat down, sitting close enough for our knees to knock together. I have no idea what Les Enfants du Paradis was, but I would watch literally anything he wanted as long as he was here.

“It’s in French, but I figured I could whisper the translations to you while we watch. Or I could pick something else?”

“No! This is perfect Spence. I love it when you translate, you tell the story better.” He let out a little blush highlighting his previous slap mark. I bit my lip and winced slightly, “How’s your face?”

He touched the spot faintly, he didn’t wince when his fingers made contact which was a good sign. However, I have an inkling that a small bruise would form in the center of the slap which was going to be a fun story to tell his colleagues Monday.

“I’ve had worse, but you wield a lot of power with a cheap piece of plastic.”

“I am professionally trained in the art of spatula wielding Spence, don’t try that at home.” I stared at him, my face blank before a blast of laughter came out of both of us. One can only be so serious when you are talking about slapping people in the face with kitchen utensils.

Spencer started up the movie, and we remained there for the rest of the evening. Laughter and dramatic sighs followed by even more dramatic translations from Spencer. At some point he went so off script that even I could tell his story was bullshit. I didn’t call him out though just allowed him to spit nonsense, I would let him create fake French stories until he was blue in the face if that meant we got to stay in this happy bubble forever.

#spencer reid #spencer x reader #doctor reid #spencer reid x reader #reid x reader #reid fluff #spencer fluff #cm #cm x reader #criminal minds #dr. spencer reid #spencer #spencer reid fluff #x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer x you #y/n

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harley-quinns-girlfriend · 2 years

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I'm emo, I'm bisexual what else do I need to do to get people to fall in love with me?

I just want to do stupid couple shit specifically in fall

#girls are pretty #guys are pretty #im am bisexual #i am emo #someone love me #please #*I can be a better boyfriend heard faintly in the background*

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whet-ones-write · 3 years

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Home at last - Drabble

So I saw @lady-bakuhoe was having a bad day, so I had this idea and I just had to write it and even if it just makes you smile a little it’ll be worth it!

Warnings; None really, Just Suggestive themes, and Kiri being a Perv.

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Being the non-hero of the three of you was for sure the worst choice you could make, but then again you had to think, the cards that you were given weren’t great. You didn’t have a quirk, average in looks and smarts so you were better off than some but even then sometimes you couldn’t help but wish for something different.

Even a quirk to help you in life would have been better than nothing. What made matters worse is that people these days just had no respect for people without quirks or at least so it seemed. You were treated as if you were at the bottom of the ladder with no way to climb up.

So when you got home you couldn’t help but sniff away the tears you had already cried. Hanging up your coat you could faintly hear music going on in the background only to be reminded that there was something that you did have that other’s didn’t.

The famous Red Riot and DynaMight as boyfriends.

Though with their odd schedules of patrols, paperwork and never ending crime you rarely got to see the pair of them. Though laughter could be heard once you walked closer to the kitchen.

“You can’t make me, no matter how much money is being put to charity!” The otherly familiar voice of a certain Bakugou ran out.

“Oh come on bro. Izuku, Denki, Iida and even Shinsou have all joined in, it’ll raise your popularity and everyone will love it!” Clearly Kirishima was trying to get him to join into something that Katsuki was having nothing of.

“No if that Shinsou is partaking then I absolutely want nothing to do with it. Also I don’t know about you but I can’t sing, remember back in UA? For the festival we did? I’m a dummer, not a singer, ``he warned.

Seeing such a domestic sight you couldn’t help but smile as you leaned against the door. This is what you did love when you got to see them, the dynamic of the home that didn’t much different while outside, as they were true to themselves.

“Oh hello sweetheart” Kiri greeted as he approached you. Wrapping his arms around you.

Hearing the stove turn off you looked to the side to see Bakugo making his way around to sandwich you between himself and Kiri. “Hey there, why have you been crying?” He asked only for Kiri to speak up next.

“Shitty customers?” He questioned to be confirmed with a nod, just as if reading your mind. “Well you don’t have to worry now, we’re home, off for the next week for a well needed holiday” Kiri explained as he leaned down to kiss at the base of your neck on your left.

Not to be out done Bakugou leaned down the other side to nip at the sensitive and soft skin where he could reach on the right. “Yeah and dinner is slowly boiling, I did a stew so we could take some time together when you got home as a surprise” He smirked as he looked over to Kiri. “I don’t know about you, but I'd rather have my dessert now” He muttered, looking over at you, clearly hungry for something other than food.

“Hmm, only if it doesn’t spoil dinner” Kiri agreed as he picked you up over his shoulder to just have Bakugou smirk as he saw under your work skirt.

“Hey Kiri you know that red set you made for women?” Bakugou question only to reach out and hook it under the elastic to let it ping back into place at your pussy. “She’s totally soaking it~” Groaning the said male that carried you up to the bedroom in a hurry to toss you on the bed. “God I fucking love it when you wear my shit, I just want to show it off in public” Kirishima admitted as he took off his shirt.

“Fucking hell Kiri i’m surpised no one has cotton on to just how big of a pervert you are man. All the lingerie sets, adult games, and suggestive shit you say and do.” Chuckling lightly Bakugou watched on the scene with folded arms.

“Yeah I mean can you blame me? With partner’s like you both, it’s hard to hold back sometimes” The red head admitted climbing onto the bed behind you, kissing wherever he could reach and slowly snaking his arms down to slowly start spreading yourself to Bakugou. “You can’t deny that she’s so pretty when she’s on display in front of you like the slut she can be for us”.

“Be that as it is, we have to take our time, we have at least two hours before the stew is ready” He smirked climbing onto the bed, licking his lips. “I wonder just how many times we can make you orgasm before then”

#bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #reader insert #x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha kirishima #kirishima eijiro fluff #kirishima x reader #bnha x reader #kirishima ejirou x you #kirishima eijirou #daddy red riot #I fucking love Pervy Kiri #more perv Kiri please

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staplegrapes · 2 years

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Echoes (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Description: After accidentally losing his cool with the reader and their progressively worsening hearing, Dean tries to make it up to the reader and assures them they are no less themselves with their added auditory difficulty.

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A/N: Everyone has different experiences with hearing loss and deafness, I apologize if my description doesn’t match your experience, I’m only working with my own experience.

TW: Mentions of struggles with hearing loss

Gender Neutral Reader

Dean

You can hear. You’re not deaf. It was like you knew words were being said, you could hear the sounds of words well, but it was hearing the distinction of the words was nearly impossible sometimes.

Sure, there were things that go bump in the night, but right now, your biggest enemy was soft-spoken people, fast talkers and background noise. These things kept you from seeming normal. You could make out voices no problem. For example, you could hear Sam talking ten feet behind you and know it was Sam speaking, yet not be able to understand what it was that he said. You can hear, just not articulate.

You could tell Sam and Dean were starting to notice. How could they not? You’d ask them to repeat themselves multiple times, you’d lean your better ear towards conversations and if all else failed you’d simply nod and smile, which could not have been successful every single time you used it. As much as you threw the term around, the Winchesters weren’t idiots.

Sam always gives you a sympathetic smile after repeating himself. There was a certain irony in how he has to repeat himself for you more than his deaf (yet lip-reading) girlfriend. Dean used to make off-handed jokes about it, in true Dean fashion. It didn’t bother you, if he joked about it, it didn’t truly bother him either. The jokes stopped awhile back. He’d pause for a moment when you asked him to repeat himself, as if holding back the joke, or maybe something else. Who knows what he’s thinking. That drove you nuts. Your own boyfriend wasn’t being honest with you. It wasn’t any sort of true secret he was holding back, just his honesty, likely for your sake. Yet, it seemed to hurt more.

It seemed this was a reoccurring issue that came in waves. Usually it would last a few weeks and then you were back to normal. However, it felt like this might be the new normal after month 2. You didn’t admit that out loud though, you didn’t want to bother the boys. Besides, if you said something, it would change everything. The Winchesters and you had a good thing going on. You all worked well together despite the unspoken issue of your hearing. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

Stress levels were high with this most recent monster. You and the Winchesters were reading every lore book you could find on how to kill it. Sitting at opposite ends of the library table you looked up as you heard Dean speaking faintly. The dreaded realization when your eyes met his expecting ones. He must’ve asked you something. This was the fourth time in the past hour and a half you couldn’t hear him. A momentary pause takes over the room. Now Sam is also looking up from his book. Dean’s eyes roll as his jaw drops in annoyance. Deep down you knew he didn’t mean to do that, he was just frustrated with this hunt, but your already overwhelmed state couldn’t cope.

Bolting to your room, you locked yourself in. Tears quickly welled up in your eyes. Burying your head in the pillows, you didn’t hear the footsteps trailing behind you. You didn’t hear the soft string of curses fall from the hunter’s lips. And you definitely didn’t hear the wavering voice apologizing on the other side of your door. Though you had one, the concept of doors didn’t really exist in the bunker. If Dean and his lock-picking skills wanted in here, he could get in.

In the midst of your crying, you managed to hear your door open. Too embarrassed to look up, you stay still, only shivering occasionally from the exhaustion of your loss of composure.

Gentle hands wedge between your torso and the bed, maneuvering you onto your other side. These same hands pull away the pillows over your head. Before you can question anything you feel the bed dip behind you as he comes into spoon you. Sweetly stroking your hair back from you face, you can hear his soft apologies in your ear. He had turned you over to your good ear side.

He had noticed you had a good ear.

His kind gesture should have been awe worthy but only brought you more tears. You were still filled with so much shame. Yet, he simply held onto you tighter.

“Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry honey. I didn’t mean to get frustrated, this case is just getting on my nerves. “It’s not you, I was mumbling. I was more annoyed with myself for thinking you would have even heard me.”

“I’m sorry, I just, I can’t-”

“Shh shh, I know, I know.”

“I just don’t hear what you’re saying half the time and the other half I have a hard time figuring out what you said. I’m not trying to ignore you.”

“I know, you’re just a bit hard of hearing.” He kisses your forehead sweetly brushing some hair out of your eyes.

You shoot up.

“I’m not deaf!” He flinches a bit in response, sitting up in the bed, holding up his hands in defense. “Woah sweetheart, never said you were.”

Your involuntary outburst causes you to lose your breath a bit, heart rate spiking. Looking away to catch your breath you fail to notice his quick realization.

“But,” he lowers his head to try to meet your eyes “it would be ok if you were, y’know that right?”

“Yeah, sure.” You say, trying to brush it off.

“Gimme a bit more believability there.” He says.

Tears well up in your eyes.

“It’s not a burden, we don’t need to learn sign language. But we can if you want to. I mean, Sam is practically fluent because of Eileen. But hearing aids are a thing. Maybe we can get you some of those.”

You nod, still looking down at your lap. “I also have been doing some exercises to practice being able to distinguish words online.”

“There you go. Sam and I can help with you with that.”

"You're not any less of yourself even when your hearing is gone to crap, alright?"

You smile. That was such a Dean way to say that. He brings you in as he kisses your forehead.

You were deaf. You could hear, but deaf was a broad category you fit into.

#supernatural #spn #spn fanfic #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader

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fandomspov · 3 years

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TEENAGE DREAM ꒱ ron weasley

❝SUMMARY❞ hermione is jealous of your relationship with ron and she tries to break you apart.

❝WARNINGS❞ swearing; fluff

YOU KNEW hermione is jealous, the way she stares into your soul when you are around ron. she would try her best to look beautiful around him but he never looked at her that way, he loved you, and hermione knew that very well but she still decided to be selfish and flirt with ronald. he was always amused when she tried to get his attention, he also knew about her crush but it will pass in a few weeks, he thought. it’s been months and she is still trying.

“i know right!” you were laughing with ron and harry in the common room, ron’s arm was around your shoulders as harry sat on the armchair next to you. hermione entered the room with a large book in her hands. the laughter died down when she approached the couch “what were you guys laughing about?” she inquired in a high-pitched kind of voice “we were talking about ron getting his head stuck in a swing” harry chuckled, hermione let out a fake laugh before dropping next to ron in the space left on the couch. you were trying to hold back a laugh at her attempt and nudged ron to see his reaction, his lips were formed into a tight line as he was trying to hold back too. “isn’t it dinner time?” harry questioned, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible. “yeah how could i forget” ron giggled and grabbed your hand “lets go guys” hermione rolled her eyes and followed behind next to harry, you heard her groan when you whispered something in ronald’s ear.

ron sat down next to you at the table, a discussion about your potions assignment started occurring but hermione’s attention was on ron the whole time, you were getting tired of her trying to get his attention and decided to speak up “jeez hermione, try to be more subtle next time you drool over my boyfriend” ron let out a giggle at your sassy remark, getting hermione to snap out of her trance “i know you’re ‘in love’ and shit like that but don’t make it that evident” . “first of all i’m not in love with ronald, i only see him as a friend. and second why are you so bothered if i was? scared i could steal him?” she smirked making you roll your eyes “hermione it’s obvious you like him, you look at me like you’re about to hex me when i’m around him, stop being so possessive over him, he’s not your toy that you can play with, so get over yourself and move on, as simple as that” hermione was fuming, she got up from the table and left “walking away won’t solve your problems ‘mione” you laughed at her childish reaction and continued eating your dinner. “you were really bold y/n” harry expressed, an amused smile playing on his lips “yeah well someone had to put her into her place” ron’s hand wrapped around your waist, his lips ghosting over your ear with a chuckle “you really shut her off this time”

your head was on ron’s lap while you were laying on your bed, his hand was running through your soft hair as the song ‘a cauldron full of hot, strong love’ by celestina warbeck was softly playing in the background. “do you think hermione will ever get over this so we can move on?” you questioned making ron glance down at you with a frown playing on his face “i hope so, i don’t wanna lose our friendship” “yeah me neither...”

a knock could be heard faintly coming from the door both of your eyes shot up to look at the person coming in, it was hermione. you quickly got up and slowed down the volume of the song making it now almost audible. “hi hermione, what are you doing here?” you asked, your hand coming up to scratch the back of your neck. “i came here to talk to you” hermione explained, looking down at her feet. you signaled ron to leave so you can talk privately with the girl standing ahead of you. he took the hint and rushed out the door and decided to hang out with harry since he knew it was gonna take a while. “so? what's up?”

“look y/n, i came here to apologize, what i did was wrong and i should’ve known better than that. you and ronald are together and i shall respect that, i know this may be hard but could you maybe...give me another chance?” you knew she meant it, she was sorry, and she is your friend after all “of course ‘mione” you giggled and went in to hug her, she hugged back with a smile on her lips “you're the best y/n”

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getouisms · 3 years

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[ - 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

𝐂𝐇 𝟐𝟓.𝟏 - The Guest

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Y/n, a 22 year old successful model is tired of the tabloids shaming her about her dating status when she’s seen out with her friends. Unsure of what to do to stop the gossip, Oikawa suggests a fake boyfriend. Fortunately, Kenma knows the perfect person who’d go for an idea as stupid as that one.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Alcohol (a drunk person with hostility)

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 … 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 … 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

“I’m so sorry, I really thought I could try this recipe out and have it succeed,” Kuroo apologizes sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

A light giggle leaves your mouth as you stare at the blackened oil burnt to the pan accompanied by charred garlic and half charred onions. It was an honest attempt to make a favorite dish of yours, but he had the pan set too high after an accidental misread of the recipe. In his defense, you look awfully cute peeking over his phone trying to get an idea of what he’s making while he’s hiding the screen from you. Waves of laughter filling the kitchen, a light bouncing in your eyes as you look at him, it’s easy to forget what heat the pan should have been on.

“It’s okay babe,” you hum, pulling your phone out to check the ETA of your sushi order, “it’ll be here soon it says,” you reply, clicking off the screen as Kuroo runs the cold water into the pan.

Your arms slip behind him as he grabs the sponge, trying to wash off the burnt ingredients from the pan. A smile is on his face as he leans into the embrace, mumbling beneath his breath.

“Good thing I didn’t prep all the ingredients,” Kuroo jokes, warmth filling his chest at the small laugh you emit against his shirt.

“Just let it soak, we can worry about that later,” you offer, kissing the back of his shoulder as he hums faintly.

“I’ll get as much as I can off before soaking it and you can go choose us a movie?” Kuroo mumbles, turning his head over his shoulder to peer at you, who nods and reluctantly pulls back away from him.

Shuffling into the living room, you turn on the TV as a knock on the door fills the apartment. Your eyebrows furrowed. The food couldn’t be here, you had just checked it. But, in the event it was, you walk over to the door; unlocking it to see Atsumu with red eyes and alcohol staining his clothes. Your eyes widened, watching his eyes well with water.

“I know I said I’d take space, but I miss ya so much,” Atsumu slurs, pulling you in for a hug.

Alcohol in his breath made your eyes sting as you hesitantly hug him back. You missed him, your heart hurt to see him at your doorstep drunk. He’s never been someone to drink, never been someone to spend his nights late at a bar.

You pull back, patting his chest, smiling faintly and warmly up at him.

“Let me call you a cab okay?”

“Everything okay?” Kuroo calls out, walking around to the living room with a towel drying off his hands.

The warm look in Atsumu’s eyes change as he shoves his way past you to get in. Panic nestling in your body as you follow behind quickly, grabbing Atsumu’s shoulder who didn’t look back at you as he spoke.

“Is this him?” He gestures with his hand at Kuroo, who slung the towel over his shoulder.

“Atsumu, please,” you plead softly, tugging gently at his shoulder.

He could never scare you. Atsumu would do nothing to put you in harm’s way, but you also never have seen him upset like this before.

“Yeah, I’m him, I’m Kuroo,” Kuroo replies in your stead, you cast a pleading gaze over at him to help you and he returns an assuring nod.

“Ya stole her from me, and to be honest, I’m not sure what she’s seeing in ya,” Atsumu taunts, making you step in front of him to block in front of him.

“‘Tsumu, stop please, you’re drunk, you’re not thinking straight. You don’t mean this,” you reason, tears welling in your eyes as the mean gaze is downcasted in your direction.

“No, actually, I mean this. What do you see in him you don’t see in me? He can’t be funnier than I am, I’m nicer to look at, I care about ya more than anyone, what is it, Y/n?” Atsumu spits.

A few tears slip down your cheeks before Kuroo steps in front of you. You see his jaw locked in anger, hand between the two men to keep Atsumu from approaching any closer.

“You’re upsetting her, stop. This situation has been very difficult for her, and you being mean to her to make her feel bad isn’t helping. Sit down, we’ll call you a cab, and you can talk to her in the morning once you’re sober,” Kuroo’s tone holds a serious graveness you’ve never heard before.

Atsumu rolls his eyes, and you hope to never see him drunk again. You’ve never seen Atsumu be hostile, and it hurts. It feels like something that’s your fault.

“I wasn’t talking to you, get out of my fucking face and shut up before I shut you up myself,” Atsumu threatens, trying to push past Kuroo to face you who wouldn’t budge.

“Atsumu please stop,” you plead shakily, but it gets ignored by Atsumu.

“Last time, sit down and we’ll call you a cab,” A warning slips past from Kuroo.

As your eyes are glued to the scene in front of you, it felt like Atsumu’s drunk movements were in slow motion as he lifted his fist to punch Kuroo in the face. Kuroo got a quick punch to his nose that made Atsumu stumble onto the floor, the blondes’ hands over his bloody nose. Your mouth agape as you watched Atsumu mumble incoherently as he leaned his head back against the wall, forgetting he was in the room with you both.

“He’ll be fine,” Kuroo whispers, turning around to wipe your tears that were streaming steadily.

You both turn to look over at Atsumu who leans against the wall, dozed off.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I’m so sorry,” your voice comes out shakily, Kuroo’s hands gently cupping your cheeks.

“Why are you apologizing? None of this is your fault,” he whispers, kissing your forehead.

“I feel responsible for him and I’m so sorry that this is how you first met him,” you sniffle, leaning your forehead against his shoulder.

“You aren’t responsible for him. He’s drunk, he’s having a hard time, so he resorted to acting like a dick. It’s not excusable what he did, but I understand he’s not in his right mind and when we meet again, I’ll consider that the first meeting,” Kuroo’s voice lulls out comfortingly, hand rubbing your back gently, “I have all night to cheer you up, and we still have dinner on the way, but first why don’t we get the big guy home over here. Have anyone we can call?”

You smile faintly, nodding as you pull away to pull out your phone. The obvious call would be his brother, but you don’t have his phone number saved onto your phone, so you go into your favorites to dial Oikawa.

“Y/n! Hi!” His cheery voice greets, you can hear a movie playing in the background.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, um, but Atsumu came over drunk and I was hoping you could come over and I can call Tendou to help get him out of here?” you hate how shaky your voice sounds, but the comforting touch of Kuroo’s thumb against your cheek to wipe the stray tear made you feel better.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry Y/n, yeah, I’ll get him out of here. Don’t worry about calling Tendou, I’ll call and pick him up since he’s on the way,” Oikawa replies, and you thank him before hanging up.

Kuroo pulls you back in for a hug, hiding your face in his shoulder to avoid looking at the slumped sleeping figure of Atsumu against the wall. The only time he let you go was to move you to the couch, sitting you on his lap with his back facing him as he whispered comforting things, things to make you laugh.

He’s special, you think, someone who wanted to stay with you during your rough times. Even now, as one of your best friends nearly hit him, he’s the one comforting you and chuckling faintly at your concern over him being nearly hit.

A knock on the door sounded before it opened to the flurry of brown hair of Oikawa, looking at the slumped Atsumu in disappointment, Tendou following with anger cloaking his features.

“We got here as fast as we could,” Oikawa commented, nudging Atsumu with his foot, “gross he’s a mess. What happened?”

You went to speak but Kuroo mumbled, ‘relax I got it’ before recounting the events, Tendou rolling his eyes.

“Let’s get him out of here before he comes to and tries to start a problem again. You guys okay?” He asks, watching you both nod.

Oikawa shakes him awake, the room watching Atsumu blink awake blearily but only looking over at Oikawa. A pout taking shape on his lips.

“My nose hurts,” He whines, Tendou rolling his eyes once more.

“Good, I hope it’s broken,” Oikawa says through a bitter smile as Tendou helps lift him.

The two men sling Atsumu’s arms over their shoulders while Tendou’s voice calling the blonde a piece of shit echoes through the hall as you shut the door behind him.

𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭: Every time Atsumu complained about his nose, Tendou would flick it to make it hurt more

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sicjimin · 3 years

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A.N : another spontaneous nonsense at 1am bc im scared to sleep again lol .. im sorry for posting ab mpreg again . might regret this post in the morning :D

TW : emeto, mpreg

Jimin pants heavily, his breathe trickling against the calm water below him. He squeezes his eyes shut as he's riding the sloshing in his stomach. Nausea that has been bugging him since the moment he wakes up, becomes overwhelming now. He spits the thick saliva that dangling on his lips, before brushing his hair back and lean tiredly on the toilet seat. He slips one of his hands under Yoongi's sweater that has been his since their early relationships, rubbing a circle pattern against it. It's comforting, almost calming, if it wasn't for the fact that nausea has been getting worse. He groans, propping himself back facing the bowl, his hand brushing his black hair back as it has been growing longer, before a gag leaves his mouth, followed by another. His hands are starting to tremble as his stomach continues to roil and churn.

"Uuurrkk-", Jimin jolts forward as his stomach clenches. Warm chunky liquid sliding up from his throat and splashing loudly to the bowl. The sound is loud and clear as Jimin retches again.

Tears spring out of his eyes, and Jimin can feel his whole body shaking. His eyes flutter shut again as he grips onto the edge of the toilet seat tightly, steadying himself as his body keep heaving more and more of his dinner last night down to the toilet. The sickly sweet smell of vomit hitting his nose and Jimin gags again.

He coughs, spitting into the toilet when he feels there's nothing more to bring. Jimin leans over the side of the toilet seat, wipes away his sweat from his forehead with his sleeve as a wave of dizziness takes over his body. He flushes the toilet, grimace when he sees it filled with brown half-disgested food. The sight making his stomach twist. He closes his eyes, resting his head on the toilet seat, breathing deeply as he tries his hardest not to throw up again.

Jimin groans when he feels his phone vibrates in his pocket. The familiar ringtone filling the silent bathroom.

"Yoongi-hyung calling..."

Jimin slides the phone button.

"Hello, Jimin-ah?"

"Hm...Hyung" Jimin hums softly.

"Is everything alright? You sound really weak.." Yoongi asks concerned.

Jimin sniffles, trying to keep his sobs at bay. His hand rests on his stomach, rubbing it soothingly. He could feel newfound nausea pooling there.

"I just puked" Jimin mumbles.

"Is it your morning sickness again?" Yoongi asks worriedly.

"I don't know .. maybe. I woke up already feeling nauseous. I was trying to make breakfast but— ", Jimin pauses as another wave of nausea hits him, "—oh my god, wait hyung"

Jimin scrambles back to the toilet, not registering Yoongi that frantically asking from the other side as he burp out water. Another wave follows after as Jimin hurls once more. Tears stream down his cheeks while he gasps for air.

He feels like crap.

"Jimin-ah? Are you sick again?", Yoongi asks through the phone, worry evident in his tone.

"Nn... Uuurrkk-" Jimin tries to say but another wave of nausea hits him. He doubles over once more.

"I'm coming home"

"What? No!", Jimin chokes out when his stomach stops clenching. He could faintly hear shuffling in the background and Yoongi talking to someone.

" Hyung, you dont need to come, i will be fine", Jimin says as he flushes his vomit. Lifting himself from the floor and rinse his mouth. He's sure he's already empty and won't throw anything up, at least for the few hours.

"Yeah, well i'm leaving anyway". Yoongi answers.

"But hyung! I'll be fine!" Jimin cries.

"No, see you!"

Yoongi hangs up on Jimin and Jimin stares at the blank screen for a moment, before placing the phone down and leaning against the sink, sighing. But he can help a tug on his corner lips, knowing that his boyfriend gonna come home soon.

Jimin turns off the tap and walks back to the bedroom, curling himself small under the covers.

🥟 🥟 🥟

Yoongi pulls into the driveway and parks his car. Shuffling his feet to their apartment door and push the code. 9395, before it beep and opened.

"Jimin-ah?", Yoongi calls out.

He walks further into their apartment, looking around until his gaze lands on his boyfriend, lying curled up in bed. Yoongi sighs, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He kneels beside Jimin, taking the younger features. His cheeks flushed, and there are tears stained. Yoongi shakes his head, pulling back a strand of Jimin's hair.

"Hey wake up", Yoongi whispers gently and Jimin groans. "Come on"

Jimin sits up, wiping his eyes before sitting beside him and leaning into Yoongi's side, snuggling close to his chest. "Hyung" he whines. Yoongi runs a hand through Jimin's hair, "How are you feeling?"

"Nauseous", Jimin replies, sniffling. Yoongi nods.

"Have you eat anything?"

"No, i'm afraid i will throw it back up. I don't want to throw up again", Jimin admits, voice raspy and husky. Yoongi purses his lips, looking down as his thumb smooths across Jimin's cheek, before Jimin looks up at him, smiling weakly. Yoongi chuckles.

"But you need to eat baby, you had another person to feed now"

Jimin pouts.

"What if i cook for you? What do you want?" Yoongi asks. Jimin shrugs, "Anything. Really, but maybe something light. I don't know if i can handle rice"

Yoongi nods, offering his palm for Jimin to takes as they head downstairs. Jimin sits on the stool, resting his head on his palms as he watched Yoongi moved swiftly into the kitchen. Light conversation falls between them, mostly from Yoongi, as he's the one that goes out and interacting with people today. Jimin hums, giving in response once in a while.

"Here, eat up"

Yoongi tells him, placing a plate with some rice, and some broth on the counter in front of him. Jimin peeks up, seeing the steaming hot meal on the counter and smiles, before reaching out to take a bite. A sigh slipping past his lips. Yoongi laughs lightly before kissing Jimin's forehead lightly.

"Is it okay?" Yoongi asks, Jimin nods quietly, swallowing a piece of meat in his mouth. He hums appreciatively. Yoongi smiles.

After about ten minutes, Jimin was already more than halfway through the soup, that his stomach decided to churn again. He quickly puts his chopsticks down, his hand going straight to his stomach, fingers squeezing it in an attempt to hold back the sickness he feels rising up. Yoongi notices Jimin's tensed posture and quickly comes towards him.

"Are you feeling sick again?" He asks.

"Yes, a little..." Jimin replies.

Yoongi frowns, pulling the bowl out and grabbing Jimin's arm, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. He moves his hand to cover the top of Jimin's belly. "Are you gonna have another round?"

Jimin nods, biting his lip. "I think .. i don't know. I hope this one is just a fluke", he grunts, holding his stomach.

Yoongi stands up, offering him a glass of water, " Here, drink it". Jimin takes the glass carefully, sipping at it slowly to give himself a chance to get used to it, to ease up his stomach and nausea. He sets it down again, staring at it and sighing heavily. He leans his forehead against Yoongi's crook. "I don't feel good"

"Hmm, i know", Yoongi murmurs. "You wanna lie down?"

Jimin shakes his head no, scrunched his face when a wave of nausea hits him, "It will make me more—", a burp escaped his lips, "—nauseous" he finishes.

Yoongi frowns, wrapping his arms tightly around Jimin. Pulling him close, resting his chin on the boy's head.

"Okay..."

They stay like that for a minute, only their steady breathing that could be heard, as Jimin is way too busy to keep his food down and Yoongi is busy rubbing his boyfriend tummy, giving it as much comfort as he can, hoping that the warmth from his palm could at least help.

"Hyung", Jimin breaks the silence between them, shifting uncomfortably on his seat. His hand pressing his lips to a thin line.

"...what is it?"

Jimin exhales deeply. "I want to puke, i don't think i can hold it anymore", he mumbles.

"Oh shit"

"I think i might throw up, now" Jimin adds. He doesn't feel any better yet. He wants to cry. The feeling of wanting to be sick still lingers inside of him and every time he thinks about it, he gets a horrible taste in his mouth.

"Do you want me to go grab you something to throw up in?", Yoongi worriedly asks. Jimin shakes his head.

"Bathroom .. please .. ", he decides.

As he gets up, nausea hits him once more. He clutches onto the counter in an attempt to remain upright. Yoongi rushes by him, helping him to stay upright, " Slowly baby"

Jimin swallows hard, nodding. He slowly makes his way towards the bathroom, his steps slow and sluggish. Yoongi's hands linger around his waist, keeping him stable and safe.

It was only few steps left, or to be frank, they have already reached the bathroom door, when Jimin's stomach lets go. The sound of gag and chunky liquid splatters against the floor echoing throughout the hallway. Yoongi rubs soothing circles into his lower back, supporting his weight. Jimin was sure he heard Yoongi gasps and curses under his breath, but he didn't have time to ponder in it as his stomach let go of another stream rushing on his mouth, adding to the puddle below him.

Yoongi pulls himself back a little, avoiding it getting on his feet as Jimin bends forward further with heave, his face scrunching into a grimace. Yoongi rubs soft circles into Jimins shoulder and backs away as Jimin stands upright again. The boys face flushed red and sweaty.

"Fuck..", Jimin whispers, looking at the puddle of his food that lay on the floor.

"Shit, Jiminie, what happened?" Yoongi asks, worry lacing his tone.

"I dont know.." Jimin says, shaking his head. "I'm sorry hyung, i didn't mean to make a mess ... ", he whimpers as tears start stinging on the back of his eyes.

Yoongi reaches for his hand and squeezes it reassuringly.

"It's fine baby, its alright. It is just vomit"

Jimin huffs and wipes tears that managed to escaped, "Still..",

"Baby stop worrying about it so much. Come sit down", Yoongi says, leading Jimin to sit on the toilet lid. Jimin lets out a small sob, hiding his face against Yoongi's chest.

Yoongi strokes circles in his hair, running a hand up and down his spine, trying to help calm him down.

" Hyung .. i'm sorry", Jimin sobs.

Yoongi chuckles lightly, "Why are you apologizing?"

Jimin looks up at Yoongi. He sniffled.

"You're feel sick, and that's fine", Yoongi coos. "Now, are you feeling better or ...?"

Jimin shakes his head, "No .. i think i'm gonna puke again", he huffs, " 'm still queasy"

Yoongi nods understandingly and guided the younger in front of the toilet, lifting up the seat, "Let it out until you feel better", he suggests, rubbing Jimin's arm gently. Jimin nods, leaning over the toilet as Yoongi holds his hair up. Jimin throws up for a good five minutes after that, letting out everything he just ate,including Yoongi's soup that now floating on the toilet bowl.

" Okay .. i think i'm done hyung ..", Jimin coughs out weakly, his stomach still aching and his throat dry. He rests his forehead against the toilet bowl.

Yoongi rubs his back, "You're doing great, sweetheart", he murmurs. "Do you feel dizzy, or anything?"

"A little.."

"Okay. lets get you clean up. I will clean the ...", Yoongi trails off at the hallway that still had vomit. Jimin follows his gaze, almost gagging at the sight. " I can help you clean that hyung .. i'm sorry"

Yoongi flicks his forehead, "Stop saying sorry. And no, you're not helping anything. I won't risk you throwing up again because of that. Just clean yourself up, okay? So we can rest after that", he rambles. Jimin nods softly.

"You're not mad?" He asks, a bit hesitant.

Yoongi shakes his head smiling at him lovingly. "When i can ever get mad at you, hm? Stop making your brain working too hard, Jimin-ah"

Jimin's cheeks turn bright red, a smile forming on his lips unconsciously. Yoongi laughs, reaching to ruffle his hair before guiding him to stand up and clean himself.

"I bring you tea, and crackers. Eat that when you feel like it, okay? I hope our little one could accept this", Yoongi says as he trudges into their bedroom. Jimin peek in from the blanket, watching as Yoongi puts the tray on the nightstand before the older scoots at the empty side beside him. Jimin immediately curled himself against the older, sighing contently when Yoongi starts playing with his hair.

Yoongi places a gentle kiss on Jimin's temples, "You should sleep now", he murmurs. " Our baby there has been tiring you out"

Jimin nods sleepily against him, closing his eyes. "Yeah they are .. thank you hyung", he hums.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #caretaker!yoongi #sick!jimin #and again another mpreg fic

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markoslostgirl · 3 years

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𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏' 𝑼𝒑 (𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑺. 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏, 𝑬𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒆)

Requested by: @ringa-starr

Pairing: Bill S. Preston, Esquire x fem!oc

Word count: 2,110 words

Warnings: none, I think? Unless you count fluff

Summary: Bill’s girlfriend, Deidra, is sick, so Bill takes care of her

Author’s note: I feel so honored to write this for my friend, and I had a fun time writing it since we love the curly-haired angel, Bill S. Preston, Esquire. I’ve been working on this for 5-6 months, but I honestly think I could’ve done a better job with it so don’t come at me. Deidra, I hope you love it, and that you enjoy reading it. GIF isn’t mine, and it holds no significance to the imagine. I just couldn’t find one suitable.

Deidra sat up in her bed, letting out a sigh as she glanced up at the ceiling in boredom. She was sick, feeling miserable beyond compare. It wasn’t allergies, or even the flu. No, it was just a measly cold. Okay, so maybe she had made the most foolish decision of falling asleep with her hair wet while the air conditioner was running full blast.

Saturday had been a particularly hot day in San Dimas. Of course, it was always hot, but the one day on the weekend was uncomfortable. So, Deidra, her boyfriend—Bill S. Preston, Esquire—and her best friend, Ted ‘Theodore’ Logan, went to Waterloo to beat the heat.

Bill and Deidra had been dating for months now, and it had gone incredible. The first time Deidra had met Bill, she instantly became captivated by his sweet demeanor and charismatic personality. She gravitated toward him as if it were like a magnetic force pulling her in. Deidra didn’t know what it was, but there was just something about him she found so...alluring. Bill was boisterous and endearing, as well as goofy. He never failed to make her smile or laugh at his goofy jokes.

Deidra also had become entranced by the way he spoke every word with such genuine innocence, and it made her heart flutter. His beautiful, forest green eyes held such optimism, always sparkling with excitement. He had incredibly golden, curly hair, and cheeks dusted with a naturally rosy blush. His bright, cheeky grin was adorable, and it made Deidra’s soul lift up out of her body every time he flashed his Cheshire grin whenever he spoke. She was convinced he was the Greek God Apollo.

Since Deidra had been holed up in her room for days, she was about to go insane due to the palpable tediousness. While she kept herself busy watching reruns of “I love Lucy” and “The Brady Bunch”, or listening to music, she could only tolerate so much in order not to grow lack of interest.

Deidra hadn’t been able to see Bill, since she spent half of her time with him at Ted’s house watching them practice. She missed hanging out and spending time with them outside of school. The trio were a tight knit group, always together as they kicked around having the time of their lives. Other than spending time in Ted’s garage, Deidra spent the other half of her time at her house with Bill or going on dates with him on their own time. So, the time she had to stay away from him was the most heinous thing ever.

Bill was incredibly charming—always planning the most creative, romantic gestures for Deidra in his own special ways with the help of Ted, of course. It never failed to make Deidra melt at just how much of a gentleman Bill was. He always took her on cute, simple dates—whether it’s to the mall, Waterloo, or even McDonald’s. They spent time together as much as possible since they always had the most fun of times.

Deidra let out a yawn as she laid back down, stretching her aching limbs out wide at her sides. A loud sneeze erupted from her nose, causing her to groan and let her head fall back on the pillow due to the heavy weight on her head from lifting it up. She reached over and grabbed a tissue out of the box on the nightstand, blowing her nose before tossing the tissue in the small bin beside the nightstand her mom had placed there.

Deidra sniffed, staring back up at the ceiling with watery eyes as Elvis played faintly in the background. The sound of the front door closing echoed through the house, filling her with panic. Both of her parents were at work, and if they were home, they would let her know as soon as they stepped foot inside the house. All of the sudden, a familiar figure appeared in the doorway, filling her with relief.

“Greetings, my most bodacious babe Dee!” Bill exclaimed, his arms full of what appears to be food, games, and medicine. Bill had rushed over, filled with worry once he heard how sick Deidra was over the phone, and he wanted to take care of her instantly. “I brought some things I know you’d enjoy during your time of need.”

Her whole face lit up, her eyes twinkling. “Bill!” Deidra croaked, her voice raw from the amount of coughing she had been doing. “What are you doing here?” She asked. “I’m sick, which means you’re not allowed to be here,” she told him, a frown on her face.

“Dee, babe, I haven’t been able to see you for days,” Bill reminded Deidra. “I’ve really missed you, and I know you must be going insane trapped in your room. I figured I’d come cheer you up,” he admitted as he stepped inside the room.

Deidra smiled at his sweet confession. Bill always went out of his way to do things like this for the people he absolutely cared about, including Deidra and Ted. This was just the kind of guy Bill was, and it made her fall in love with him even more.

“I really appreciate it, Bill,” Deidra told bill, honesty in her voice. “I’m sick. I would hate to have you in the same situation, especially because of me. It’s most egregious,” she tried to convince him.

“I’m not going to get sick, you baby” Bill denied with a playful glare, causing Deidra to roll her eyes with a fond smile at his humor. “Just let me take care of you until you’re a hundred percent better again,” bill insisted before placing the items on the bed.

Deidra felt a stinging itch radiating from her throat, causing her to hack violently into her arm. The sensation of her throat feeling like it had been ripped to tiny shreds by a chainsaw was searing in waves of splitting pain. Once the coughing ceased, she squeezed her eyes shut as a sigh escaped past her lips.

Shrugging off his shoes in a lethargic way, Bill sat down beside Deidra, a concerned look etched on his face. He couldn’t help but notice her pale skin, the dark circles underneath her eyes, or her nose red with irritation. The look of pure misery vanished once bill placed a feathery, soft kiss on her forehead.

“Dee, you’re burning up!” Bill voiced as he pulled away, placing a cool hand on Deidra’s forehead, causing her to shiver due to how warm her body felt. Bill brushed the stray, baby hairs away from her forehead. “You stay here, babe. I’m gonna go and make you some soup,” he stood up from the bed with a smile before retreating downstairs to the kitchen.

A small grin graced Deidra’s lips, finding how adorable and sweet it was for Bill to become worried, especially whenever it came to her. Even at his own risk, Bill was a deeply compassionate person by helping when Deidra was in distress. She couldn’t help but feel naturally content, delighted, and safe in his presence.

Deidra crawled out from the warm cocoon of her bed, moving toward her record player and turning off the music of Elvis. She plopped back down on her bed and pulling back the covers closer up to her neck. It didn’t take long for Bill to finish making the soup, as he made his way back into the room, carefully holding a bowl of soup and a spoon. Deidra sniffed the air, the delicious smell of the soup wafting through her nose.

“Here you go, babe,” Bill softly spoke, carefully handing his girlfriend the bowl of hot contents and a spoon. “You need to eat a little bit so you can take your medicine.”

Deidra settled the bowl on her lap, the weight of the bowl full of soup feeling heavy in her hands. She placed one hand around the bowl, her index finger resting on the rim to keep it steady on her lap. Timidly, she took a spoonful of soup, bringing it up to her mouth and carefully blowing on it before taking a bite.

Deidra shivered at the warm feeling flowing through her body from the hot soup. Bill took his place beside her as he watched her continue to eat the soup. Noticing his beloved was almost finished, bill took the spoon and guided it to her lips.

Deidra blushed, eyeing the spoon bill was holding up to her lips. Bill often fed her from time to time, whenever they went on dates, but this time it was obviously under different circumstances. She was more vulnerable. Of course, neither of them seemed to mind, as it was a loving gesture bill did with patience.

The curly-haired angel pushed the spoon past the girl’s lips, letting her finish the last bite of soup. She leaned over, placing the bowl next to the cup of tea she had made a while ago, already sure to be cold now. Deidra glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand, knowing it was time to take her medicine once again.

After she finished taking her medicine, Deidra grabbed the bottle half full of water and took a big sip of it to wash the horrid taste down. She eased herself back under the covers in order to lie down, sighing in content from the warmth the soup and the covers provided her with.

Bill outstretched his arms for Deidra to envelop herself into his embrace, causing fear to cross her face as she shook her head in protest. “Bill, no, I don’t want you to risk yourself more than you already have.”

“I don’t care,“ Bill excused. “Just let me hold you.” Deidra bored her eyes into her boyfriend, biting her lip as Bill fluttered his eyelashes with an expectant smile before shuffling closer to him and curling into his chest. He gazed into her eyes with such fondness, causing a flush to creep up her face as she knew he was thinking of her.

“I’m only doing it because you’re cute,” Deidra commented, causing bill to form a smirk on his lips once he took notice of her sticking her nose in the air.

A moment of silence passed before bill spoke up. “Do you feel a little better, Dee?” Bill asked, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him. The warmth from the blankets combined with the heat from cuddling up to Bill enveloped her with a blanket of comfort. “Are you warm enough?”

The brown-haired girl hummed, nodding her head. “You’re soft and warm,” she murmured. “I don’t want you to move.” Bill did manage to make her feel a little better than how she was feeling before. He lifted her spirits once he showed up, so needless to say, she wasn’t feeling as miserable as she had been. “I’m so glad you came over. Any time without you is far too long.”

Her voice dripped with exhaustion from the medicine, the state of drowse sinking in as a side effect. Bill’s mouth lifted up into a smile as he played with Deidra’s hair, tracing through her long, wavy locks softly with his fingers.

“Don’t stop...” Deidra mumbled in a languid tone, causing bill to hum in question. “Your fingers in my hair,” the girl clarified. “Feels really nice...”

“You’re adorable,” Bill crooned, his mouth curving into a soft smile. “You know I’ll always be here, right?” Bill quietly vowed in a gentle tone, causing Deidra to hum in content. There were times where Bill struggled with expressing how he felt about the green-eyed girl, but they both knew he loved her so much.

As the day progressed, Bill made sure Deidra consumed her medicine regularly when she was supposed to. After watching Lady and the Tramp and playing board games, Bill and Deidra started reading together. Bill absentmindedly tangled his fingers through the dark tresses and down her back as he reads to her in a soft voice.

Bill peered down at Deidra, only to see she had dozed off once he noticed her eyelids flutter shut. The corners of his mouth twitched up as he gazed down at her, before closing the book and pulling her closer to him. He nuzzled his face into her hair, before placing a tender kiss on the crown of her head.

“I love you,” Bill whispered softly into her ear. “I hope you know this.”

“I love you, too,” Deidra declared, her voice just barely touched of a whisper. It nearly would have been too silent, yet bill had heard it loudly by the tiny grin curving on the corners of his lips. It just reminded how in love he fell with her more everyday.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫

So, that’s it for this imagine! Bill is so cute, and as a Bill girl, I wish I lived in a universe where I was sick so he could take care of me! What do you think? Like I mentioned before, I really think I could have done a better job with this. I’m honored my best friend Deidra came to me to write this, and I hope I did it justice!

With love, from Audrey <3

#bill s preston esquire imagine #bill s preston esquire #bill s preston esquire x reader #bill and ted imagine #bill and ted #bill and teds excellent adventure #bill and teds bogus journey #alex winter

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thrillridesz · 4 years

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i don’t belong in this club ▫ sunwoo

➳ pairing: best friend!sunwoo x fem reader ➳ genre: angst, fluff (?) ➳ word count: 1.5k ➳ warnings: mentions of alcohol, language ( PG 15 ) ➳ requested? : yes

a/n: unedited!

“Don’t drive if you don’t know how to!”

The driver in the opposite lane screamed, his face almost purple with rage as Sunwoo sped past steadily.

The slew of vulgarities was difficult and nauseating to hear but even if he did find them so, he didn’t show it. His eyes were trained on the road ahead of him, his fingers gripping tightly on the leather steering wheel as he stepped on the pedal. The needle on the speed indicator at the dashboard of the car was increasing tilting towards maximum speed and although Sunwoo knew the consequences of going past the speed limit, he couldn’t care less.

The phone chimed merrily next to him and without wasting a single second, Sunwoo answered the call.

“Y/n? Are you still there?”

“Suuuun... Woo! *hic* You called?”

The last word came out as a slur and anyone from a mile away could have heard how drunk you were even with the bass pounding in the background.

“You said you were at the Reveal club right?” He asked, the worry etched on his face as he failed to hide the anxiety in his voice.

“Deeed I?” You asked, sounding like you were barely even conscious.

“Hey, beautiful! Let’s take another shot!”

Sunwoo’s face darkened significantly as his grip tightened on the steering wheel, his heart pounding heavily. His fingernails were starting to make indentation on the leather sleeve of the wheel and he could feel himself start to shake as he said in a steady voice, “Stay there. I’ll be there soon.”

As he drove along the highway, the only thing that was on his mind was you. The mere thought of you getting dead drunk and vulnerable was enough to make him go crazy with worry and even the idea of you potentially running into trouble drained the blood from his face. It felt like forever before Sunwoo finally managed to pull up hastily at the road outside the club, albeit carelessly. Ignoring the dirty look cast in his directions at his absurd parking, he made a beeline for the entrance of the club.

Before he could even rest his foot on the first step, a burly bouncer stepped in front of him, his muscular frame almost enveloping the boy.

“Hey, kid. Queue up.” The bouncer quirked an eyebrow, gesturing towards the snaking line of eager club patrons. The group of teenagers at the front of the line were giving him annoyed looks and were beginning to whisper among themselves as the patrons at the back leaned to the side to catch what was happening.

“Queue up! Don’t be a dick!” A man at the back hollered and the others murmured their agreement while some laughed out loud at the snide remark. Sunwoo regarded them quietly and without missing a beat, he turned back to the bouncer.

“I just need to get in there to get my friend. She’s stupid drunk and I’m afraid something might happen to her.”

The bouncer scoffed, folding his massive arms across his chest.

“That is not my problem or anyone else’s problem.” Cocking his head, the look in his eyes hardened as he replied, “Queue up to get in or don't get in at all.”

Sunwoo could feel his heart sinking as he surveyed the line and turned back to look at the towering bouncer who glowered down at him. Remembering the intermingle of voices in the background when you had called him earlier, he felt an inherent fear seep in, a fear greater than that of the one he now had for the bouncer who looked just about three times his size. Before he could hold himself back, Sunwoo made a mad dash past the bouncer, much to the latter’s surprise and subsequent anger.

“Stop that punk!”

As he stepped into the club, the dim purple light and flashing beams of multicoloured lights assaulted his sights as he tried to navigate through gyrating to a pop tune blasting from gigantic speakers that were situated on either sides of the DJ’s booth. The smell of alcohol and perfume threatened to gag him as Sunwoo searched frantically around the club, turning behind him to look out for bouncers. His blood ran cold with fright but he forced himself to push through. Your safety was more important and he would try anything to get you out of here.

It was almost as if the heavens had heard his silent prayers when he spotted you lounging around the drink bar but his face quickly darkened when he noticed the two other guys hanging by your side who seemed to be providing you with more shots.

“Why don't you come back to my apartment? We can take care of you.” One of them quipped, exchanging a leery, knowing look with his friend.

“Yeah, here. Have another shot, they serve really good drinks here.” The other added, placing a hand on your shoulder, a greasy smile on his face.

“Ouh... Kay~” You slurred, a silly grin tugging on your lips, reaching out to grab the drink from his hands. Before you could bring it to your lips, a hand reached out and slammed the glass onto the table.

“Hey!”

In your drunken daze, you could barely walk on your own two feet without swaying back and forth. Tottering recklessly and tripping over your feet, you felt a hand wrap tightly around your wrist, pulling you away from the chair as the two friendly strangers you were hanging with cried out in protest. The music was pounding in your ear and the blur of lights and moving figures were proving a little too much and you fell on the floor, causing the figure to pause. A split second later, a familiar face hovered into sight.

Whoever this was, he looked really... Handsome. Attractive. The shadow on his face highlighted the sharpness of his features and his plump lips looked absolutely luscious. The neon lights fell against his face, bringing out the darkness and deepness of those dark brown orbs. Was that worry you detected in those eyes?

Concerned, you reached out to cup his face.

“Whai are ooh worried...?” You said drunkenly, pouting.

“We have to go, y/n!”

“Hmmm I don’t wanna...” Lying on the ground, you could faintly hear a desperate grunt and before you knew it, you were lifted off the ground and tucked comfortably in somebody’s arms. The feeling was exhilarating, the wind blowing against your face as he pushed past dancing club patrons and out of the club and into the chilly night.

“Weeeeee!” You cried out joyously, throwing your hands up in the air.

Thank god the two of you managed to leave before the bouncers caught up.

Looking behind his shoulder, Sunwoo felt cold sweat run down his back and a zing of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he watched the bouncers burst out of the entrance, looking around for him.

Quickly dodging into an alleyway, he spun so fast that you screamed out.

“Roller.... coastar!”

Eyes widening, he sat you down and clamped his palm over your mouth. Sunwoo held his breath as he braced himself for the worst. You stared up at him blearily through half lidded eyes.

Giggling behind his hand, Sunwoo felt a jolt of electricity run when your lips brushed lightly again the palm of his hand. Despite his nerves, he could feel the heat rush up to his cheeks and if he had a mirror with him, he was sure that he’d be as red as a tomato by now.

“Are you... kidnapping me?” You chuckled softly and he felt his heart clench.

“Just how did you manage to get this drunk?”

You didn’t answer as you leaned your head against the brick wall behind you, your hair falling away from your face and under the moonlight, you looked more pretty than he had thought you were with your rosy cheeks and glassy eyes. Your eyes were closed as you whisper innocently.

“I don’t know.”

He watched as you tilted your head cutely to the side, already starting to drift off to sleep.

“Wait, here?!” Before he could even stop you, you were sleeping like a log.

“Aish! This girl,” Sunwoo exclaimed out loud with a sigh. Sometimes he wondered why he ever bothered about you but at the same time, he knew that he would never have allowed himself to leave you alone as well. The two of you had been friends since middle school and who would he be to leave a friend alone when she was in need? Except...

Sunwoo shook his head to clear his thoughts.

No. No, he couldn’t. He can’t think of you that way. Not when you already had a... a boyfriend.

He closed his eyes and tried to push the agonising memories of you and your boyfriend, Juyeon to the back of his mind. You would never have known just how painful it was for him to see you acting all chummy with someone else. All those moments were torturous for him to watch but all he could do was smile and pretend he was happy for you.

He looked at your sleeping form and an inexplicable sadness overwhelmed him. He lifted his hand to brush your hair out of your way, his worries about the bouncer far from his mind by now. You looked so beautiful, he could’ve sworn you were an angel. Perhaps even better.

“When?” He whispered.

“When will you realise how stupidly in love I am with you?”

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