#but he is a cutie with an ice pack

[cinnbar-bun]

Realistically is would probably be so uncomfortable to snuggle Brook and that upsets me :(

I think if you put him in a big sweater, he’d probably be pretty comfortable? Brook in sweaters 💖💖 like at that point you’d probably only be feeling the materials? Or just wrap in a robe and blankie to snuggle.

#rambles #but also this is fantasy and in my head Brook is a cutie pie #and he’s fun to cuddle #omg since I hate being hot he’d be like a cool ice pack #especially if you get cramps or have period pains dude #coming in handy!!

[jiniretracha]

Hello !! can I pls request a bangchan x reader small story smut. Can we make y/n a cashier at a cafe that bangchan comes a lot too. Hes always had his eyes on her and purposely kept coming so he could see her take his order again and again. But one day he came after working hours while y/n was packing up to confess. Btw (y/n is not experienced and is quite innocent which turns chan on the most) So can this story be a late night in the cafe storage room smut? And can I pls request the smut to be limited only to marking and dry humping. tysm!!

Blueberry Muffin - Bang Chan

Pairing: Bang Chan x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff, slight smut, slight angsty, chan being whipped for the reader, minho and changbin being two little shits

Summary: Chan loved the afternoons. He had found a nice café close to the studio where he would go every single day for coffee. Specially, to stare at the pretty cashier who had the prettiest smile.

Word count: 3.4k words

PS: this is my first request, thank you so much for sending one! i tried to keep this short but it's impossible for me lol. i hope you enjoy though ❤️

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Chan’s favourite part of the day was the afternoon. 

He had discovered a little while ago a café that was just around the block from the studio. He had gone with Changbin there, dying for a double espresso that would make them prepare for the next recording session, and found himself staring at the pretty waiter that was by the counter, wearing her hair down and a pretty white hair band. 

Changbin had teased him the whole way back to the studio, but Chan couldn’t really focus on anything rather than coming up with ways to ask you for your number. 

Two months in, frequently visiting the cafe, and he still couldn’t get the courage to talk to you past ordering his usual. 

Chan had the same order every time, and you remembered. Every time. 

He’d blush like a schoolboy every time and it didn’t seem like you noticed him. You were always very attentive to every single customer, but you treated him like everyone else. 

And he wasn’t going to have that. 

Today, he had gone to the café with Minho and Changbin, sitting by their usual spot by the window.

“You guys want anything?” Chan asked, going to stand up.

“Yeah, I’ll take an iced americano” Minho said.

“Yeah, one for me too, and the number of the girl you can’t stop staring at,” Changbin said. “for you, of course” he winked.

Chan blushed profusely and shook his head. “Could you stop with that? I told you I don’t like Y/N”

“Y/N? She has a name?” Minho chuckled, looking at Changbin.

Chan let out a sigh and turned around. “I hate you guys” he said, walking towards the counter, leaving the laughter of his friends behind. 

He walked up behind the last person in line and couldn’t help but stare at you. You were so beautiful, wearing your smile that you always had perched on your face as you attended each and every customer the same. 

The man in front of him did seem to notice your beauty, because as soon as Chan’s eyes fell on him, he saw the way he was eating you up and down. His jaw clenched and tried his best not to let his feelings show off.

The man leant against the counter and smirked at you.

“Hey, sir-”

“Hey pretty girl” he winked at you, and Chan’s eyes turned to you, seeing the discomfort all over your face. “I’d like an iced mocha with two chocolate macarons and on top of that your number” 

You opened your mouth and quickly closed it, clicking on the tablet in front of you. “Anything else sir?”

“Your number, cutie. Wasn’t I clear enough?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Uh, sorry, I- I’m flattered but, I can’t-” you stammered.

“It’s okay, I won’t mention it to your boss” the man insisted.

“No, it’s not that, sir. I just don’t-”

“Hey” Chan decided to step in. His blood was boiling at this point. “I think she was clear that she’s not interested” 

The man turned around with a frown and looked at Chan up and down. “It’s none of your business, bro” he scoffed.

“It isn’t, but I’m fucking starving here and I’m pretty sure she said ‘no’ two times already” he said. 

Chan didn’t really know where all that anger came from, but he was so sure he wanted to punch the living hell out of the man hitting on you.

The man scoffed and basically threw his card on the counter and you quickly picked it up, charging him his order. You wordlessly gave it back to him and he took it from your fingers harshly, walking away to the waiting area.

“Hi, thank you for doing that” you sighed in relief.

“No, it’s no problem” Chan waved his hand in front of him. “He was being disgusting, to be honest”

“Yeah” you whispered. “But thank you. I didn’t have it in me to scold him or send him off…” 

Chan smiled at you and he noticed your cheeks went red and looked down a little. “Uh, do you want me to give you my order…?”

“Yeah! Yeah, sorry, sorry, sir” you apologized constantly. “What would you like? Your usual?” 

“Not today. I’d like two iced americanos and one blueberry muffin” he said. 

“Oh, sweet. The blueberry muffins are fresh from the oven, you’ll love them” you smiled, clicking on the options in your tablet.

Your stomach erupted with butterflies after hearing the soft chuckle that fell from Chan’s lips. You couldn’t help but blush at the man that defended you just moments ago. “Really?” he asked. “I’ll make sure to test that”

“Go ahead, feedback’s always appreciated” you smiled.

Feedback, Chan thought. An excuse to talk to her later.

Chan gave you his card and waited. You handed it back with a smile and scribbled down his name, as you had already memorized it.

He walked to the waiting area and turned around, exchanging looks with Minho and Changbin who lifted their thumbs up with a smile. Chan rolled his eyes and looked away.

Another waiter gave him his order and he walked with the tray towards their table. 

“So… wanna tell us what was that about, Casanova?” Minho chuckled.

���Shut. Up” Chan said sternly, handing out the orders to his friends.

“Oh, no, absolutely not” Changbin shook his head. “What happened over there? You cursed” 

Chan sighed. “That bastard over there was flirting with her and she looked hella uncomfortable” he said to them.

“So you jumped in to defend your woman” Minho said.

“You are so annoying, have I ever told you that?” Chan asked with a scoff.

“Yeah, on a daily basis”

“Anyways, I told the man off and well… she thanked me” Chan shrugged.

“She talked to you besides order-talk?” Changbin asked him.

“Yeah”

“What did you talk about?” he asked excitedly.

Chan doubted his answer. “Blueberry muffins”

Minho and Changbin exchanged looks and bursted out in laughter. 

“I fucking hate you” Chan sighed, rolling his eyes and kicking their legs. 

Minho wiped a tear from under his eye and let out a last chuckle. “You talked to her about blueberry muffins, are you fucking kidding me?”

“Yeah, I ordered one and she told me they were good!” Chan defended himself. 

“Right, right” Changbin tried controlling his laughter. 

Chan sighed and took a bite out of his blueberry muffin, almost moaning as soon as the sweet taste hit his tongue. He let out a hum and practically devoured it. 

“Yo, order another one” Changbin said.

“What?” 

“Another excuse to talk to her, go, go, go!” he said, kicking his leg.

Chan clumsily stood up from the couch he was sitting on and went to the counter. 

You looked at him with a smirk and he chuckled when he saw your expression. “Okay… you were right. They were really good. Imma need another one” he said, pressing his lips together.

“I told ya” you chuckled, clicking on the tablet in front of you. “They were good”

“Yeah, I didn’t expect them to be that good, though”

You just let out a laugh and grabbed the card, swiping on the device. “By the way…” you trailed off before handing him the card. He took it from your fingers and looked at you curiously. “...I think blueberry muffins are a great topic for conversation” you said and turned around with a smile, walking away to wash some dishes.

Chan stared at you and then closed his eyes, sighing. “I am so fucked”

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Another month passed by and Chan was sure by now he had fallen for you. 

Hard.

It was a constant round trip of flirting. Back and forth. All the time. 

He’d smile at you and you’d smile back with the same tone. He made you blush and you made him giggle. 

Until one time, he had gone with the same motivation, ordered his usual, his new usual, which now consisted in his coffee and a blueberry muffin, and flirted with you and you flirted back.

He walked towards the waiting area and his phone vibrated in his pocket. 

He took it out and read Hannah, and he instantly smiled, knowing that he had been waiting for her call for a long time now.

“Hey, honey” he answered the call. “How’s home?”

“Ew, don’t call me honey. You’re gonna sound just like mom” Hannah said.

Chan chuckled and shook his head. 

What Chan didn’t know is that as soon as you saw him smile at his phone and pick up the call, you knew something was going on. And when he opened his mouth to say hey, honey, your heart broke into millions of pieces. 

You turned around, feeling stupid for your eyes filling up with tears. You’ve known this man for three months, he wasn’t even your friend or your boyfriend. Why would you feel so heartbroken?

On top of that, he was an idol. Why would he ever look at you?

That chick was probably a hot model, or a hot fellow idol who looked fantastic by his side and fans probably would call them a power couple. 

At the self-sabotaging thoughts, you noticed your cheeks were wet by now. 

You felt a hand on your back and turned around to find your co-worker, Jiwoo, looking at you with a concerned look.

“Hey, Y/N, you okay?” she asked you.

You wiped your cheeks and nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Could you-uh… could you cover for me for a minute? I need to go to the bathroom” you told her.

“Yeah, go ahead. Take your time” 

“Thank you, Ji” you thanked her and walked past her.

Going to the bathroom meant passing by the waiting area and you absolutely hated the idea of him seeing you like this, but you couldn’t see anything with your blurred vision due to the tears.

“No, I know, I know. I miss you” Chan continued his talk.

“You’re so fucking sappy, it’s disgusting. But I guess I miss you too” Hannah said on the other side.

Chan was about to reply when he saw you walking past him, tears striking down your cheeks.

He mumbled something into the phone and cut the call, watching you dive into the bathroom and lock yourself in.

He was about to follow you but Jiwoo’s voice cut him off. “Order for Chan” she called.

Chan immediately cursed, knowing he had to run this time, he didn’t have time to actually sit and enjoy his order, or worse, find out why you were so sad. 

He grabbed his stuff and before Jiwoo could walk away, he stopped her.

“Do you know what happened to her?” he asked him.

Jiwoo bit her lip and shrugged. “I don’t know. She asked me to cover up for her and ran to the bathroom” she replied.

“Fuck” he whispered. “Well, thank you” he said to her.

“Yeah, have a nice day!”

“You too” he mumbled and walked out of the cafe before taking a glance at the locked bathroom.

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The next day, he walked into the café, in hopes to find out why you were so sad the day before.

He walked towards the counter and was taken aback when he didn’t find you wearing your usual smile. Instead, you wore a frown on your face and a rather numb expression.

“Hi, can I take your order?” you asked monotonously.

“Hey, Y/N, how are you?” Chan asked you, cautiously.

“I’m good. Can I take your order?” you repeated.

He pulled his face back in shock. “Y-yeah, I… I’ll take my usual” Chan said, stammering at your tone.

You nodded and clicked on the tablet. He walked towards the waiting area and stood there, staring at you preparing his usual with the same expression. 

He walked with his order towards his usual table and took his time staring at you while slowly drinking away his order. 

A few hours later, Chan couldn’t get himself to leave the café without asking what was the problem, but in another news, he didn’t know how to ask you.

With a sigh, he walked out of the café and into his car. He noticed it was pretty late, and he knew he had to get back home. Suddenly, it started to rain. Pouring rain. 

He turned his head around, watching you struggle to close the door, due to the heavy wind.

“Hey, I’ve got this” you said stubbornly to Jiwoo.

“You sure?” she asked you.

“I am sure, really” you nodded.

“Okay” she said, and pressed a kiss to your head. “I’ll see you on monday”

“See ya” you whispered and watched Jiwoo walk away.

You sighed and closed the door with a thud, but with such force, your feet slipped on the concrete and you fell to the floor, elbow first, making you cry out in pain.

Chan immediately got out of the car and grabbed you, helping you up.

“Y/N! You okay?” he asked desperately. “Are you hurt?”

You looked at his face and forgot all about the pain. You let him help you up and before you could send him away, you cried out in pain as you felt the sharp sting on the skin of your elbow, “Fuck” you whispered.

“Let me see” he said to you, grabbing your arm gently and twisting it so she could see what it was. “Shit… we’ll need band-aids and something to disinfect the wound. Do you have some inside?” he asked.

You nodded, “There’s a kit in the storage room”

“Perfect, let’s go” he said. 

He helped you inside, and you couldn’t help but feel warm all over. You opened the storage room with your keys and he let you down to sit down on a box. You winced as you felt the cold air of the storage room hit your elbow.

“I got it” he said, holding it up in his hand. 

He opened it up and took out the hydrogen peroxide, poured it on some alcohol and dabbed it across your skin.

You winced, whimpering a little and his other hand fell to your thigh. “It’s okay, I’m almost done” he said and squeezed.

You immediately felt no pain, your brain focusing too much on the hand that was on your thigh.

“There, now let me bandage it up” Chan said, taking out a bandage and wrapping it around your elbow. “All done”

“Great. Thank you” you whispered, feeling your face grow hot. 

Chan felt the uncomfortable silence as it fell and let out a breath. “Y/N, can I… can I ask you something?”

You looked at him and then down to your feet. “Yeah” you mumbled. “Yeah, go ahead”

“What happened yesterday?” he asked you. Damn him, you thought to yourself. “I saw you run to the bathroom crying. I would’ve asked you yesterday when I saw you but I had to run back to the studio-”

“It’s- it’s okay. Nothing happened” you said.

Chan looked at you with an I-don’t-believe-you face. “Y/N…”

“I just…” you sighed and wanted to smack yourself in the face for your eyes that were getting teary once again.

“Hey…” he said, putting a hand on your cheek and rubbing your skin. “What’s going on, huh?” he asked, using his other free hand to wipe the rest of your tears.

“Don’t do that” you whispered.

Chan stopped his movements. “What?”

“Don’t do that, Chan. What will your girlfriend think?” you said, pushing his hand away. 

His eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

You scoffed and looked away.

“What girlfriend, Y/N?” he asked.

“The one you were talking to yesterday after flirting back and forth with me for three months. That girlfriend” you said, wiping your tears furiously. “I mean, leading me on like that it’s so, so mean, like-”

Chan pressed his lips against yours, bringing your face close to his, tired of the cat-and-mouse game. You gasped against his lips and he pulled away, looking at your shocked face with a chuckle.

“I don’t have a girlfriend” he whispered, his eyes focused on your lips.

“Then-”

“That was my sister. Who lives in Australia” he said.

“Oh”

You’ve never felt so dumb in your life. 

He chuckled and pressed another kiss on your lips, a short one. “I flirt with you because I like you, Y/N” he said, helping you stand up from the box. “And I am such an idiot that I didn’t ask you for your number, or on a date before. But I am doing it right now?”

“Which one?” you asked, your eyes trained on his lips.

“Which one what?”

“Which one are you asking for? My number or a date with me?” you asked, crossing your arms around his neck.

His arms went around your waist and brought you closer. “Both”

His lips impatiently fell over yours, enclosing yours fiercely. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you even closer as you felt him push you against the wall of the storage room, his tongue exploring the caverns of your mouth. “You are so beautiful” he whispered, pulling away from your lips and brushing them over your jaw, and kissing his way down your neck. 

Your nails dug into his back, and sighed. “Chan” you whispered. 

“Mmh?” he hummed, biting your neck and making you arch your back. He was surely going to leave a mark. “Yeah?”

“I… I don’t- I’ve never-” you stumbled over your words, as your cheeks grew hotter and redder by the second.

Chan smirked. “You’ve never what, baby? Use your words” he said, his hand flying downwards to squeeze the cheeks of your ass.

You gasped, gripping his shoulders. “I haven’t done it- you know- it” you whispered, feeling the embarrassment wash over you.

Chan groaned, pressing himself against you and you let out a moan. “Nobody’s ever touched you?” he asked, pulling his face from your neck and smirking. 

“N-no. I mean, I’ve done… things but…”

“Don’t worry, baby” Chan smiled, kissing your lips. “I’ve got you”

You wanted nothing more than to give yourself to him right there, at that moment. You didn’t care about a thing.

“Let me take you out first, baby. Treat you like you deserve” he said, his hand caressing over your hair, letting it fall over to your neck and squeezed slightly. “Yeah?��� he whispered, brushing his hand down your chest and squeezing your tits.

You moaned and kissed him furiously, feeling yourself drenching your underwear under your skirt. “Channie” you whined.

“What, baby?” he asked, kissing the side of your neck a few times.

“I know you said you were going to take me out but… I…” you whimpered.

Chan understood immediately what you referred to and his hands went to the back of your thighs, hoisting you up in his arms and pressing himself against your heat. His lips fell hungrily over yours, practically devouring your mouth as his hips moved against yours, dry-humping you. 

Your nails dug into his shirt and you couldn’t help yourself but bite his lip. He groaned, his hands gripping your ass cheeks tightly. 

You felt yourself grinding your covered core against his hardness, that was covered as well by his sweatpants. You could tell he wasn’t wearing underwear underneath them, making it even sweeter. 

“Channie, I’m-” you stopped yourself, about to moan out.

“Come on, baby” he urged, pressing harder against you. 

You dove your head on his neck and whimpered, feeling yourself letting go inside your panties. “Fuck” you whispered.

You felt Chan press himself over and over until he came inside his sweatpants, with a tortured groan that was muffled by your hair.

“Shit, that was fucking hot” he sighed.

“Yeah” you giggled.

You pulled your face back, and framed his, pressing a kiss to his lips sweetly. 

He dropped you gently on the floor and you sighed. “I’m sorry”

Chan frowned and looked down, his eyes widening. “Oh, it’s no problem, babe. I most definitely enjoyed myself” he smiled.

“Yeah, me too” you said, giggling with shyness.

“Hey, don’t get shy on me” Chan said, gripping the back of your head by your hair gently and tilting your head up. He pressed a kiss on your lips, making you smile against his mouth. “You still owe me that date”

“I absolutely do”

He chuckled and pressed a kiss on his mouth, “I’m starving, do you think you can open up the shop just to buy a little something?”

You pulled your face back. “Y-yeah, I can. What did you have in mind?”

“I was craving some blueberry muffins” 

You laughed out loud and he did the same, covering your mouth in another kiss.

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[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: a little fic inspired by a convo @youunravelme and i had a couple of days ago! couldn’t stop thinking about this little idea and just had to write it ☺️ a little bit more lore in the squeaks’ verse added here and lots more to come! enjoy!!

tw: a little innuendo, domestic fluff

word count: 4.3k

summary: it’s talia’s first day of kindergarten and neither you nor mat is handling it particularly well

mat and t’s first day of kindergarten

You lean forward on the counter and smile at Talia, who’s looking at you skeptically. “How about we pick some snacks for your lunch tomorrow?” You ask chirpily.

“How about no?” Talia looks back at you with wide hazel eyes and a nervous tilt to her lips. Her fingers twist together and she kicks the heels of her feet against the legs of the stool she’s sitting on.

“You’re going to be hungry if we don’t pack any snacks,” you reply reasonably, unzipping the brand new Disney Princess lunchbox you’d picked up a few weeks ago at Target. The rush of back to school shopping, even if it wasn’t for you, was a high like nothing else. You’d gone slightly overboard on the supplies and in a burst of excitement, had bought yourself a new planner and half a dozen packs of various styles of pen. You can’t help but get excited about stationary.

“If I was home I wouldn’t be hungry and I could have snacks whenever I want,” Talia points out, tugging at the end of her dark braid. She twists her fingers in the hair below the tie and you reach over the counter to gently untangle her fingers.

You prop your chin on your palm and nod. “You could. But you’re not going to be home. It’s your first day of kindergarten and you’re going to have so many new experiences,” your tone is infused with excitement and you’re relieved to see that the nervousness in Talia’s expression fades a little. Her mouth twists to the side, eyebrows drawing together over her nose.

“Am I gonna see Tulsa?” She asks, hopeful.

“Tulsa’s in the next school, remember, baby?” You reply carefully, hating to burst her bubble. “She moved to a new school too.”

Talia’s lower lip quivers and she sounds impossibly sad when she says, “I thought me and Tulsa were gonna be in school together?”

“Not this year,” you reply sympathetically, but then perk up to continue, “we’re still getting first day of school ice cream with Tulsa and Gunnar and Aunt Holly and Uncle Bo. That’s exciting, right?”

Talia’s eyes light up at the promise of ice cream and you knew that would work. She’s her father’s daughter when it comes to her sweet tooth.

“And you and Daddy, right?” She asks, leaning up in her knees on the stool, little palms pressed flat against the countertop.

“And me and Daddy,” you confirm. “We’re even bringing you to school in the morning, before Daddy goes to work.”

“Okay,” Talia nods once, decisive, and her mood about starting kindergarten is all but gone. “Mommy, can I have fishies for a snack tomorrow?”

You move around the kitchen, gathering up the components for her lunch, “sure, love bug, you can have fishies.” The snack-sized packet of Goldfish get tossed into her lunchbox, along with a handful of raspberries, a peeled Cutie, exactly five pretzel twists, a Nutella and peanut butter sandwich cut into stars, and a small water bottle. Now that she’s into it, Talia’s definitely got opinions on what should be included with her lunch.

“No, you can’t take seven cheese sticks,” you sigh, pulling the bag out of her hands and replacing it in the fridge before shutting the door. “I’ll give you one.”

“But I want six!” She yelps, hanging from the fridge handle. “I want six!”

“Six what?” Mat’s voice echoes through the kitchen, the back door closing behind him.

“Daddy!” Talia squeals and makes a beeline for his knees, crashing into them with a muffled grunt from Mat. He holds the pizza box high over her head in one hand and rubs at her head with the other. “Mommy won’t let me have six cheese sticks.”

Mat grins at you over Talia’s head and you roll your eyes back, crossing your arms and leaning a hip against the counter. You wait to see how he’ll handle it.

He slides the pizza box onto the counter and hoists Talia up next to it, leaning his palms on the counter and kissing her cheeks until she giggles. “Mommy is always right, Talia Bee,” he says seriously. “Especially when it comes to knowing how many string cheeses you can eat.”

You smile to yourself, turning to the cabinets to get out plates and glasses for dinner. Mat keeps talking to Talia behind you. “Besides, the last time you ate three string cheeses you puked on my sneakers, what do you think six would do?”

“Uhhh,” Talia’s eyes go wide and she cradles Mat’s face in her little hands, “puke six times?”

You and Mat wrinkle your faces into matching expressions of disgust. “Yeah, we don’t want to do that, right?” Mat laughs, tickling Talia until she shrieks for him to stop.

Before Talia can knock into it, you slide the pizza box out of her reach, warmth filling your stomach at how adorable Mat and Talia are together. Every time you see them, with their dark heads bent together conspiring, your heart lurches with love. Having a family with Mat is all you’ve wanted since you’d seen him around his teammates’ kids.

“Daddy?” Talia pipes up a few minutes later, half-chewed pizza in her mouth.

“Swallow first, please,” you remind her, snagging the green peppers off of Mat’s slice. You have no idea when he even orders with green peppers when you’re the only one who likes them.

Talia chews and quickly swallows while Mat waits with a soft smile on his face. “Can I wear my helmet to school?” She props her chin on her fists and grins charmingly at you both. Her hockey helmet is covered in stickers and glitter, a project with Mat that you hadn’t been privy to before it happened. She’s really easy to spot on the ice during her skating lessons though.

Mat grins at your daughter, clearly delighted at the prospect of her walking into her classroom with the decorated helmet on, but he shakes his head a little. “I think your helmet is better left on the rink, TB. Didn’t you and Mommy pick out a dress?”

You casually slide a few carrot sticks on her plate, mentally fist pumping when she grabs one and absently starts chewing on it. “Yeah, baby,” you chime in, “I thought you liked the dress we picked? With the blue stripes and your fancy heels?”

Talia’s fancy heels are a regular old pair of sandals with a twisted knot over the toes and an ankle strap, but they also have a quarter of an inch thick sole by the heel and so, they’re “fancy heels.”

“Oh yeah,” Talia nods. “I forgot. Can I bring Sparky?”

“Sure you can,” you agree. “But he has to stay in your backpack, okay? We don’t want him getting lost.”

“And maybe,” she plucks her fingers at the crust of her pizza, “maybe I can take Daddy’s hat. And maybe my sparkle jacket?” Nerves creep into her voice and it wavers a bit, making your heart clench painfully. You just want to protect her from all the bad feelings.

Mat reaches out to tug at the end of her braid, “you can take my hat in your backpack too.” His lips twist up to the side a little, concerned about Talia’s nerves.

“And you can wear your sparkle jacket over your dress,” you promise. Mat’s Stanley Cup Champion hat and Talia’s customised playoff denim jacket had been staples in her wardrobe all summer and you’re not surprised that she wants to bring both with her to school as comfort items.

Talia beams and Mat slings his arm over the back of your chair, relaxing now that Talia’s happy again. “How about you finish that pizza and we get in a little park time?” He suggests, laugh echoing around the kitchen when Talia jumps up on her chair to start chanting about the park.

After clearing up dinner and wrapping the leftover pizza up, the three of you head out to the park, Talia zipping ahead of you on her little pink bike. Mat links his fingers with yours and you squeeze his hand gently.

“She’s getting so big,” he comments sadly, his lips turning down in a frown. You look up at his side profile, studying the way his eyes never leave Talia for a second. Your heart flips in your chest, a painful lurch when you think about how you should be holding another baby right now, how you want so badly to give Talia younger siblings. Mat looks down at you and squeezes your hand tightly, drawing you away from the negative thought spiral. His lips twitch, like he’s trying not to smile and you know he’s about to say something out of pocket to lift your mood. You wait and sure enough, he says, with a little twinkle in his eye, “maybe we should homeschool her?”

A laugh bubbles out of your chest, the absurdity of his question slash suggestion easing the knot in your chest.

“Mat, baby,” you giggle at him, “you have a high school education and I can’t do math. It took all of my brain power and patience to teach her how to read and write.”

“Okay, homeschooling is out,” he replies, leaning in to give you a quick peck before running off to the swings, where Talia is calling for him to push her. She still has her helmet on and it’s tipping just a little bit over her eyes. Mat’s behind her in an instant, sending the swing higher and higher into the air. You reach Talia’s bike and set it upright, sitting on the seat and watching your two favorite people in the whole world laugh together.

A warm early September breeze ruffles your hair and you wave when Talia shrieks for you to watch how high she’s going. You want to live in this moment forever and commit every detail to memory.

Mat spends the next forty-five minutes chasing Talia around the park, wearing her out enough that bath time is a breeze and she slips under her covers with little argument. You and Mat pile into her bed too and Talia curls up against your side, yawning widely. Mat reads Madeline, voice getting quieter and quieter as Talia nods off, until he’s stopped reading altogether and her mouth hangs open, face slack in sleep.

“Sleep tight, love bug,” you whisper, kissing the top of her head before easing out from under her arm. Mat helps, holding your waist and keeping you steady as you get to your feet. He plants his own kiss on Talia’s forehead and clicks off the bedside lamp and turns on the nightlight before following you out of the room.

A sort of bittersweet mood traps you and Mat while you get ready for bed later. You know she’s ready for school, ready to make new friends and learn, but it’s hard to know that your tiny best friend is going to be out of your sight for eight hours a day now.

“She’s going to kill it,” Mat says, opening his arms for you to cuddle close. You rest your cheek over his heart, arms wrapped around his waist.

“I know,” you sigh. Your legs tangle with Mat’s under the covers. “What am I going to do with my day now?”

“Bottomless brunches and window shopping at the Americana,” Mat teases, kissing the crown of your head.

You tuck yourself even closer to him, soaking up his body warmth. “Oh ha,” you drawl. “Very funny.”

“It’s why you married me,” Mat chirps and you know he’s grinning without even having to look at him.

“Mhm,” you hum. “Definitely not for your big….wallet.”

You giggle and Mat groans, training his fingers up and down your spine, making you shiver. “That was even worse than mine, Squeaks,” he mutters.

“Guess your terrible sense of humor is rubbing off on me,” you snark, kissing Mat’s chest and closing your eyes. He mutters something under his breath, but his heartbeat is steady in your ear and you’re asleep before you know it.

The next morning is harder than you expected, emotion clogging your throat as you get a special breakfast - Mickey Mouse shaped pancakes, bacon, and fruit cut into different shapes - ready for Talia while Mat helps her get dressed.

He’s surprisingly adept at doing her hair, a high ponytail braided and tied off. There’s a big white bow at the top of her ponytail and her smile is huge as she spins in the little blue and white striped sundress.

“I love this dress, Mommy,” she beams, wiggling excitedly while you tuck a napkin into her collar to keep her clean.

“You look like a princess,” you compliment her. “Daddy did a really good job with your hair.”

“Thank you,” Mat wiggles his eyebrows and sits down to his own plate of Mickey pancakes.

Talia looks at you with wide eyes and covers her mouth with both hands while she tries to whisper, “Daddy messed up soooo many times.”

Mat’s lips flatten into a straight line and he looks at Talia with sarcasm written plainly on his features. “Gee, thanks, TB. I thought we agreed not to tell Mommy that?”

Talia shrugs at him and returns to her breakfast, humming happily under her breath. You smile at Mat and lean over the counter to kiss him gently, darting your tongue out to lick up a drop of maple syrup on his lower lip. “I still think you’re pretty impressive,” you whisper against his lips.

Mat grins against your lips and Talia makes a fake gagging sound, “kissing’s gross!”

You pull back from Mat with a laugh and point your fork at your daughter. “You won’t always think that, now finish breakfast. You don’t want to be late for your first day, do you?”

Talia shovels another bite of pancake into her mouth, slightly less enthusiastic, and you kiss the top of her head before going into the front hall to find her backpack to make sure everything is packed up. It’s heavy, full of fresh supplies (including a 64-pack of Crayola crayons with Talia’s initials Sharpied onto each individual crayon, a fit of mania from Mat, because “no one is going to try and snake my baby’s crayons from her!”), the Disney Princess beach towel that’ll be used for nap time, and one of Mat’s old button downs that’ll be used for a smock during art class.

You zip the backpack and settle it back against the wall, swallowing the emotion clogging your throat. Seeing all of Talia’s gear packed up is making everything so much more real.

Mat’s hands on your hips startle you a little, and you jolt back against his chest. “Penny for your thoughts?” He mutters, kissing your cheek. His palms are warm on your sides, fingers splayed towards your belly button.

“Just thinking about how it seems like time is moving so fast,” you sigh.

Mat nods against your neck and mumbles into your skin, “can we get serious about trying for another again? I miss the baby years.”

Your heart beats in triple speed in your chest, anxiety flooding your veins, but you nod, whisper, “yes, definitely. I want another baby, Mat.”

The conversation is halted when Talia comes stampeding into the hallway, twirling around. “Mommy! Can I wear your lipstick?” She clasps her hands under her chin and pouts adorably. You should resist, tell her no and swipe on a little of the Pink Sugar Summer Fridays lip balm that she loves instead, but you find yourself nodding and pulling away from Mat to grab your purse off the hook.

“Sure, baby,” you squat in front of her, digging out the well-loved tube of Black Honey from the bottom of your purse. Talia puckers her lips out in a kiss and you swipe on a little bit of the sheer balm.

Twenty minutes later and running slightly behind schedule, after you make Talia pose for a few pictures with her Back to School board and she insists on Mat sitting on the step next to her for a picture, you’re all buckled into Mat’s car for the quick drive to the primary school. Talia’s swinging her feet in her booster seat, smiling happily now that she’s wearing the red cowboy boots Aunt Liana had brought back as a souvenir from her trip to Nashville over the summer instead of the sandals you initially wanted her to wear.

“Mommy,” Talia sing-songs, “I’m hot.”

“The air conditioning is on, T,” you sigh, rubbing at your temple. You know she’s probably hot because of the boots and the denim jacket she’d insisted on wearing. Her sandals are in your tote bag and all she has to do is ask for them, but a stubborn streak runs through your daughter, inherited directly from both you and Mat.

You can see the side of Mat’s lips tick up out of the corner of your eye, his fingers tapping along on the steering wheel as Justin Bieber plays on the radio - the old-school throwback station, which makes you feel ancient. He looks at Talia in the rear view mirror and says casually, “I bet you’d feel better if you let Mommy give you the sandals.”

Talia’s face crinkles up in disgust. “I don’t want the sandals. I wanna wear my Mashpill boots.”

A little giggle bubbles up in your chest, it’s getting rarer that Talia mispronounces a word, so you’re living for the Nashville/Mashpill mistake.

“The sandals won’t be as hot,” Mat says, and then, laughing, adds, “plus your feet won’t stink!”

“My feet don’t stink!” Talia gasps, outraged. She shoots back, shouting, “your feet stink!”

You laugh and Mat mock-glares at you. You give him an innocent smile, teasing, “keep your eyes on the road, dear.”

Mat scoffs at you, rolling his eyes even as a full smile graces his lips. Talia’s still chanting in the back about stinky feet, at the right age for the silly humor. Mat reaches out and rests his hand on your thigh, letting his fingertips drift up under the hem of the linen dress you’re wearing. The pads of his fingers dance lightly over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and you shiver a little, goosebumps rising on your arms. Mat’s smile turns smug and he taps the volume button on the steering wheel with his other hand, singing along loudly to the Billy Joel song now playing. Talia’s little voice chimes in from the back seat with her made up lyrics, and by the second verse, you’ve joined in for the three-part harmony.

Mat pulls the car up to the curb outside of the school, parking behind a line of SUVs before turning the car off and pocketing his keys.

“Ready, T?” You turn around in your seat, smiling widely at her.

She sighs and kicks her feet up at you. “Mommy, can I have my sandals?”

Your smile softens and you nod, reaching behind you for the tote resting at your feet. “Sure can, baby. I think you’ll be more comfortable this way,” you reply, getting out of the front seat so you can open Talia’s door and change out her shoes before she hops out of her booster seat. Mat’s already out on the sidewalk, holding her little pink backpack in one hand.

He looks like such a stereotypical dad in his dark jeans and navy polo, hair scraped back off his forehead and slightly beat up sneakers. The little pink backpack just makes him even hotter and you can’t help but stare. When Mat catches you looking, he gives you a slow smirk and a quick wink, holding his hand out for Talia to take.

She grabs his hand with her free one and lifts her feet off the ground without warning, swinging between you and Mat. Your arm nearly pulls out of its socket and your heart skips a quick beat, but Talia giggles and you love that she feels safe enough to do that. Mat swings his arm, sending Talia forward and eliciting even more giggles.

“Maybe we can just skip school and go to the park?” Talia asks, planting her feet back on the ground and squinting up at the school. It’s a cute little square brick building, kindergarten and first grade classrooms on the outside of the hallways and glass windows looking in on a courtyard. The ceilings are lower inside to make it more welcoming to the kids and Mat can brush the ceiling tiles with his fingertips when he stretches his arm over his head - something he had learned during the open house a few weeks ago.

But from the way Talia’s looking at the building now you’d think she was standing in front of Hogwarts.

At the same time you open your mouth to suggest going to the park after school, Mat pipes up and says, “that’s a good idea, TB. You don’t need to go to school, you can just stay home with Mommy.”

“Mat!” You hiss at him over Talia’s head and he cocks his head at you, barely looking apologetic.

“What?” He mutters back. “It’s an option.”

“It’s not!” You say, at the same time Talia says, “I wanna stay with Mommy.”

You glare at him, hoping your expression conveys the exact levels of ‘see what you did?’ that you’re feeling. Mat’s mouth curls in a sheepish expression and you can see his hand tighten around Talia’s, like he’s not going to let her into the school. Before any of the three of you can say anything, you spot a tall older woman striding down the path towards your little group. You recognize her as the principal and are bracing yourself for the absolute hysterics that Talia is sometimes prone to.

“Hi Talia,” she smiles, bending a little at the waist so she can be at eye level with your daughter, “I’m Mrs. Seaver, the principal. Do you remember meeting me at open house?”

Talia nods, totally mute, her fingers tightening around yours. Your hear squeezes a little for her, nearly ready to break down and bring her home, like Mat had suggested.

“Why don’t you come with me and we can get you settled in your classroom?” Mrs. Seaver continues, somehow managing to get Talia’s hand and backpack away from Mat and starts walking her back up the path to the school. “Your mom and dad will be so excited to hear all about what exciting things you got up to today.”

Talia looks back at you over her shoulder, an apprehensive look on her face. Mat makes a move to step forward and follow them, but you reach out to lace your fingers with his, tugging him back gently. “We literally cannot keep her from going to school,” you whisper, pasting a bright smile on your face and waving at her with your free hand.

Mat looks constipated and you nudge him with the back of your hand, muttering, “smile,” until he manages something halfway decent.

“She’s just a baby,” he says out of the corner of his mouth, waving like a robot. “She shouldn’t be old enough for school.”

You sniffle a little, watching the door shut behind Talia and the principal, your hand dropping from the air. “I don’t understand how time went so fast,” you hiccup, tears building at your lash line. Anxiety starts to churn in your stomach. “Maybe you’re right, maybe we should keep her home another year.”

“Oh, whoa,” Mat wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you to his chest so he can hug you tightly. “We definitely need to distract you, if you’re starting to agree with me.”

He laughs and you manage a weak giggle against his shoulder. Mat’s hands are warm against your back and you melt into him. “I’m going to miss having my little sidekick around,” you confess, suddenly exhausted from holding it together. Other than a few hours a week at pre-k, Talia’s been by your side practically every second since birth.

Mat drops a kiss to the top of your head, “I’ve got a couple of hours before I have to hit the gym, why don’t we go home and make you a new sidekick?”

You can hear the grin in his voice and you pull back from his chest, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Don’t tease me, Mat,” you murmur, heart pounding wildly. He’d said about trying again earlier, but you weren’t really sure if he was serious.

“Not teasing you, Squeaks,” he replies, the familiar nickname falling from his lips warmly. At this point, he uses it more than your given name, the curse of those damn Nikes. Mat grips your chin in between his thumb and index finger and tilts it up a little more so he can bend his head and kiss you sweetly. “Let’s give it another try and if…well, if not, we can look more into surrogacy again.”

Your head bobbles a nod and your heart swoops a little in your chest, the excited/nervous fizz of Mat’s words making you feel a little dizzy. Baby making is a land mine sometimes for your brain, but right now all you know is that everything in your body is screaming for your husband to give you another baby.

Mat’s grip on your chin tightens briefly and he kisses you again, lacing your fingers with his to drag you back to the car. You skip along behind him, laughter fighting to escape your lips.

“Should we make this one in the bedroom?” Mat teases, holding open the door for you. His hazel eyes twinkle with mischief. “Or in the shower like T?”

A flush works its way up over your chest and face, your entire body going hot. Mat laughs at the expression on your face and you mutter, “we don’t know it was the shower.”

“Right, could’ve been the back seat of the car or the couch or in Bo’s bathroom,” Mat’s eyes dance, his smile wide and shit-eating.

You can’t help but smile back at him, electric delight working its way through your veins.

#mat barzal #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal x you #mat barzal fic #nhl fic

[iliketangerines]

If you're still doing requests, what about Bi-han falling for Madam Bo's granddaughter?

come visit soon

a/n: i gotchu cuties. this turned out much fluffier than i thought.

pairing: bi han x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), praise kink

Kuai Liang had managed to convince Bi Han that they all should go to Madam Bo’s for dinner as a treat for a difficult but successful mission

and so, they all were sitting at Madam Bo’s, drinking the complementary green tea while waiting for the waiter to come and take their order

you walk on over, a pretty smile on your face and sweet voice greeting the three of them and ask for their order, and Bi Han is enraptured by your beauty

his eyes trail over your body, and he notes how there’s clearly some muscle build-up in your arms and legs, especially your ample chest

but he tries to hide his feeling, just grunting out his order as Tomas and Kuai Liang ask for today’s special and anything you would recommend

you smile and laugh at Tomas’s joke, and Bi Han shoots him a dirty glare, but then shakes it off because it’s not like the two of you are dating or anything

you take off with their orders, and Tomas smiles back at Bi Han with a shit-eating smirk, and Bi Han growls at him to not say a single word

Madam Bo comes over soon after you’ve left and asks the three of them how they’re doing, and they all respond cordially

she asks whether her granddaughter is treating all of them well, and Bi Han figures that all the muscle in your body comes from training in martial arts

you come back soon with their drink orders, and Madam Bo introduces the three of them to you and says you should train with them, that they’re some of the best and that Bi Han is the grandmaster of them all

you light up at her words, clearly excited to go and improve your martial arts skills, and Bi Han reluctantly agrees, he respected Madam Bo a great deal and would allow this

after dinner, you tell them to pick you up in one week as you’ve got some unfinished business to take care, and he grunts out an agreement before leaving with his brothers

but he can’t hide the small blush on his face without the mask and hopes you didn’t see it

as agreed, he comes back a week later and picks you up by himself

you’ve packed light, only the essentials and an extra pair of clothes, and he hums approvingly, eyes maybe lingering a bit too long on how the uniform fits your body perfectly

he takes you to the Lin Kuei base, and you unpack and immediately start your training with fighting against some of the lower-level foot soldiers

but you prove to be much more formidable than he had thought

he watches from his own training area as you easily dispatch of the foot ninjas, letting them come at you in groups at a time and taking them down in a flash

you may not have any special power, but you certainly had the hard work and training and muscle to prove your strength

by the end of the day, you’re hardly covered in a scratch, some sweat beads at your hairline but otherwise you look unaffected as you bow and head off to the showers to wash off the day’s grime

Bi Han watches as you walk away and feels his heart stutter in his chest as your hips sway back and forth

Tomas pokes at his arm teasingly, and Bi Han swipes at him with an ice spear, but the assassin disappears into a cloud of smoke, only his laughter echoing in the air

the next day, you ask Tomas to a duel, smiling teasingly, and Tomas agrees

Bi Han stands on the sideline, officiating the spar and calls for the spar to start, and for a moment, nothing happens, the both of you sizing each other up

finally, you strike first, and Tomas retaliates, dodging and disappearing as you go to hit him

but you quickly learn his weak spots and land a few quick strikes on him, and he lands a few hits on you as well

it’s mesmerizing, and Bi Han watches in fascination as you move like water on the ground, moving effortlessly and redirecting your momentum and energy rather than fighting against it

you lose, caught in a moment of weakness when your eyes glance over to Bi Han, and Tomas has you pinned down to the floor

you yield, and he gets off of you, and you two bow towards each other before Tomas engages in a much more friendly conversation with you

he offers to train you, and Bi Han stalks up to the both of you, ordering Tomas to go on some useless errand, and Bi Han tells you he will train you personally

you smile and salute him lazily, asking him when the lessons start

he says now and walks into the training field and beckons you to come

he walks you through the basics, making sure nothing was out of place and only makes minute changes to your stance 

he moves through the levels of training slowly, making sure all of your stances and hits are perfect, and you move through them patiently, never once complaining

by the end of the night, you’re sweating but have worked through most of the stances and hits with Bi Han correcting you every so often

he tells you good job, and you smile and blush and Bi Han’s glad his mask hides the flush on his cheeks

he tells you to go and grab dinner and wash off the day, and you hurry off while Bi Han goes to the dining hall and tries to get his thoughts off of you

the next day, he meets you for training and tells you to spar with him

you smile and stay light on your feet as you both circle each other, and Bi Han attacks first

you easily dodge, and the two of you engage with each other in a blur of fists, but soon enough, Bi Han has you pinned down to the ground, wrists pinned above you and chest heaving up and down

Bi Han can’t help but blush at the sight of your breasts raising up, and how you’re so exposed to him right now, but he gets off, shaking off the lewd thoughts

you smile and grin and ask him to go again, and he grunts in agreement

the rest of the day is spent sparring, only a small break for lunch where you regale him with tales of tourists coming to Madam Bo’s and hitting on you with terrible jokes

you tell him about one time how a guy decided to get too handsy, and you flipped him on his back in front of everyone

Bi Han tells you good, that’ exactly what you should’ve done, and you grin widely at him

your days are spent training with Bi Han, sometimes Kuai Liang and Tomas when Bi Han gets too busy, and the two of you get closer and closer

you two always make time to eat lunch with each other and sit closer and closer together until the both of you are squished right next to each other despite the ample space

he can’t help himself from thinking about how soft your thigh is pressed against his, and he has to think clean thoughts as his dick starts taking an interest

after sparring that day, you finally beat him, standing over him proudly with the wooden sword pointed at his throat, and he congratulates you

you smile and help him up, giddy that you had finally beaten the Grandmaster, and throw your arms him, wrapping him in a tight hug

he freezes at the contact, and you realize what you’ve done and let go of him apologizing, but he drags you back into his embrace

he buries his face in your neck and breathes in your sweet scent, and his face heats up at the feeling of your chest pushing into him

he finally pulls back, and you stay in his arms and ask him if you can kiss him

he breathlessly tells you yes, and you reach up to cup his face before kissing him softly

he’s not quite sure of how to kiss you at first, having spent his entire life at the Lin Kuei, but he learns quickly and it has you groaning into his mouth

you both part after a few seconds, both breathless and flushed pink, and he clears his throat and averts his gaze from your wide eyes

he escorts you back to your room, and you grab his hand, asking him what this is

he stands quiet for a moment, contemplating whether or not he wants to tell you he’s wanted you since the second he saw you, he wants to tell you how he wants you all to himself, and how badly he wants to fuck you

he just tells you that he wants to court you properly, and you smile and nod before disappearing in your room

Bi Han’s head spins as he returns to his room, and he can’t help himself from pulling out his half-hard dick and pumping himself, thinking about your soft lips

he comes into his hand quietly and cleans himself up and goes to bed, thinking of how to court you properly

he brings you small gifts throughout the days, fills up your plate for you, walks you to and fro from your room to the training rooms, the dining halls, and everywhere else

on your final day at the Lin Kuei, late at night after he’s finished sparring with you, he gives you a soft kiss goodnight but before he can leave, you hold onto his hand and invite him inside, face burning red

he blushes and enters your room and closes the door behind him softly

you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him softly, he deepens the kiss, prodding at your lips with with his tongue, and you let him in

the two of you make-out for a few moments, grinding against each other slowly, and Bi Han can feel his dick hardening

he walks you backward, still kissing you, until the back of your knees hit the bed, and you fall backward

you look like an angel, lips swollen and hair spread around your head like a halo, and Bi Han groans at the sight

he undresses you slowly, slipping off the training uniform, and he traces your soft skin with his fingers, fingertips dragging along the grooves of your muscles flexing underneath his cool touch

you let him explore your upper body, tracing your body and cupping your breasts and softly squeezing them

he gets rid of his own shirt, and you explore him just the same, sitting up to trace your fingers along his arms and his stomach

Bi Han takes off his pants, dick springing upwards, and you undress yourself similarly, and Bi Han drools at the sight of your bare cunt laid out for him

he gets on top of you, cupping your face and kissing you gently as you wrap your legs around his waist and grind your wet pussy into his dick

the both of you just gently grind against each other, small moans of pleasure escaping Bi Han’s lips and little whimpers coming from your throat

eventually he breaks away from your lips and lines himself up with you and slides in slowly

you whine at the stretch, tears pricking at your eyes, and Bi Han kisses them away softly and gently thrusts in and out of you

you’re so warm and tight around him, and he can feel the way your pussy clenches down on him when your moans turn sinful

words naturally come to him, saying that you’ve been so good for him, that you’re such a good girl him and only him, that you’re so beautiful

he tells you that you’ve been so so good, listening to him without complaint, and that you deserve so much more

you whine at his words and beg him to go faster, and he complies with your pleas

he quickens his pace, and the sound of wet slapping fills the room along with your moans and his grunts

you reach one of your hands down to rub at your clit, and he takes note of how it makes your whines increase in pitch and how your pussy spasms around his dick

he kisses you deeply, intertwining your free hand with his, and you cum on his dick, your whines swallowed by Bi Han

he cums soon after you, leaving his dick buried inside of you as he lets his weight fully settle on his body

you groan and tell him he’s too heavy, but he just hums and keeps you pinned down under his body

after a minute, he pulls out of your warm pussy and lays down next to you, and the two of you cuddle and kiss each other until you fall asleep

when Bi Han drops you off in front of Madam Bo’s, you throw your arms around him and kiss him one more time

he leans into the kiss and your both part from each other, and he pulls something out from his bag

it’s a flower made of ice, and you gasp and hold in gently in your hands, afraid it might break

he tells you it won’t melt, he made sure of it, and you thank him quietly and then look up at him and promise to visit as much as you can

you kiss him one more time before you go off and greet your grandmother

Bi Han watches you for a few more moments, and then disappears to go back to base, hoping your next visit is soon

#tangerine writes #tangerine answers #mortal kombat #mk #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat smut #mk smut #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #mk x yn #mk x you #bi han #mk1 bi han #bi han mk1 #sub zero #sub zero mk1 #mk1 sub zero #bi han x reader #sub zero x reader #bi han smut #sub zero smut

[milunalupin]

Hiiii congrats on the 100 followers 🍾 can I request a hockey player!James x reader in an already established relationship? Where jamie sees reader wearing one of his jerseys as a good luck charm (love-induced placebo effect) and one day, reader comes into a match WITHOUT the jersey?? The rest of how shenanigans is up to u thanks!

ty so so much for requesting, i hope this is hockey-y enough lol <3

— lucky charm

hockey player!james potter x reader ★ 860 words

a/n - i don't know anything about hockey so please bare with me

James was running around the flat like a madman, muttering something about cross checking and knee pads. He pushed past you a little too hard, retracing his steps to mumble a 'sorry' as he kisses your temple. Today's hockey game was very important, according to your boyfriend. As captain of the Gryffindors, he would not allow his team to lose their biggest rivals, the Slytherins. Your nose scrunched is disgust as you watched him pack his dirty lucky socks, walking to the kitchen to grab something to eat during the game.

As he was zipping up his game bag, you walked back over with a few snacks and his water bottle. He smiled fondly at you while accepting the bags of pretzels and baby carrots.

"I'll see you soon love," he wraps you in a tight hug, pulling away from you to look down at you sternly. "Don't forget to wear my jersey please."

Your eyes widened, and let out a sound of disbelief. "It was one time Jamie, three years ago!"

"I know but love of my life, apple of my eye, we really need to win this game." he whined, lightly shaking you by your shoulders.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you pushed him towards the door, reassuring him that you wouldn't forget. James pressed a few more kisses to your cheeks before clambering out the door with his duffel bag hung over his shoulder.

James had met you at a post-win celebration at a local bar, trying to impress you with all his hockey talk. Having had a few shots and nursing a cocktail, your tipsy self just nodded and smiled pretending to understand what the muscular cutie was talking about. When you met up again sober you admitted to not knowing anything about hockey, which didn't seem to be too much of a problem as he had asked you to be his just a few weeks later. Although you still didn't fully understand the sport, you still showed up to every game as James' biggest fan.

Back in the kitchen, you finished washing last night's dishes and made some hot chocolate for yourself to take to the game, filling a tumbler and not bothering to fully twist the cap on as you were now running a few minutes behind schedule. Scrambling to slip your shoes on by the door, of course you tripped over James's converse as you always do, only this time you're hot chocolate spills all over your white 'Potter' jersey.

You squeeze your eyes shut and groan. "Oh, he's gonna murder me."

You found your seat just in time for the faceoff, shivering from the cold metal of the arena benches. Maroon and emerald players danced around the ice, getting into their formations for the first round. James was in the middle as the team's center, waiting for the puck to drop. As soon as it did James took control, then passing it to his teammate. You watched as it flew from player to player, the sounds on skates on ice and the opinionated crowd bringing a smile to your face. Gryffindors fans started to stand when James was near the Slytherin's goal with the puck, then boo-ing the green team when the puck was stolen from him. The game was going by smoothly, you snacking on some pretzels as the two teams kept switching off on who had control of the puck.

You stood up and screamed with excitement as James scored, waving your arms around. His head whipped over to your usual section to find you, his bright grin faltering as he noticed your appearance. He let his eyes linger on your plain maroon sweater a few moments more before scoffing lightly and skating back to his position for the next period. The next few rounds were played a dirtier, with the Slytherin players checking the Gryffindors into the tempered glass and tripping them onto the ice.

The game ended with the Gryffindors winning 7-5, maroon-clad fans throwing up popcorn and cheering in celebration. You followed the crowd out, making your way towards the locker rooms, finding a spot against the wall to wait for James.

You watched as he walked out without paying you any attention. Frowning, you jogged to catch up to him. "Jamie, hey- James!"

He turned around with the biggest pout you'd ever seem from anyone, mumbling so softly you almost didn't hear him. "You're not wearing my jersey."

"I spilled hot chocolate on it so I had to change, I'm sorry my love." you stepped forward, taking his hands in yours. "But hey, you still won the game and you played amazingly, so maybe it wasn't so lucky after all."

"Well the jersey was for extra luck, my main lucky charm is you, so thank you for being here." he sighed and pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head.

"You're welcome, although you don't really need luck because you're so talented, James." You chuckled, feeling him squeeze you a little tighter as he nodded.

"But I was worried about today's game for a second so can you please wear the jersey next game?"

#milunalupin's 100 party ! #marauders x reader #marauders #james potter #james potter x reader #james x reader #hockey player!james potter

[supernaturalfreewill]

Dean pressed the washcloth to the cut in his eyebrow. "How did I know you were going to punch that guy out?"

You adjusted the ice pack over your swollen knuckles. "Of course I was! He was fucking with you and he called me 'cutie'..." You wrinkled your nose in disgust and drew a laugh from Dean. "I'm nothing if not consistent."

Dean shook his head, a small smile on his lips as he studied you. "Yeah, a consistent pain in my ass," he joked.

"Hey! Don't kid yourself, Winchester. You like it," you replied with a smirk that had Dean's heart jumping.

Another deep laugh rumbled up out of his and he ducked his head. His tongue flicked out over his bottom lip. "Yeah. Yeah, I do," he agreed, nodding.

Now your heart was jumping too.

Prompt: "I'm nothing if not consistent." / "Yeah, a consistent pain in my ass."

#dean winchester #dean imagines #dean drabbles #spn imagines #supernatural #fanfic writers

[yeonzzzn]

☕️beside you: niki

a you complete me series: two / seven

pairing: niki x afab!reader

word count: 1.5k

synopsis: luckily niki’s birthday fell on a saturday and with the help of the pack you made his birthday morning special

genre: established relationship, vampire!niki, vampire!reader

warnings: mentions of blood, cutie pie birthday boy niki ♡

p1: vampires bleeding mlist

☾ sunghoon(1) | niki(2) | heeseung(3) | jungwon(4) | jake(5) | jay(6) | sunoo(7) ☽

You spent weeks trying to make Niki’s birthday perfect. 

You bothered the boys nonstop about perfect gifts or things to do for him and with him. 

The boys gave you plenty of ideas, and they were so perfect. 

Until the day before his birthday, a snowstorm pulled in. 

You blamed Sunghoon, for being the ice vampire prince that he was. Mr. Penguin in his past life as his mate calls him. 

The school was even canceled Friday morning. Which obviously Niki and you were happy about. 

But then all your plans went out the window. 

“Jay! I don’t know what to do!” you whispered into the phone, peeking around the living room making sure Niki’s eyes and ears were still glued to the video game on the television, “Everything closed down.” 

Jay sighed on the other end of the phone, “What does Heeseung say?” 

You shrugged your shoulders as if Jay could see it, “What even would Heeseung be able to do?” 

“You both live with him,” Jay scoffed, “Did you even think to see what Heeseung could help plan?” 

You rolled your eyes, “Heeseung has been at the hospital all day, and __ is stuck at the hospital with him because of the storm.” 

Even with Jay’s silence, you could hear his annoyance through the phone. 

“I could bake him a cake?” Jay finally said, “I can bake it now and sneak it over there tonight.”

Your eyes brightened, “Please! Jay, thank you so much!” 

“Yeah yeah,” he groaned, you could hear his face dropping into his hands, “I’ll call Heeseung and let him know too.” 

You thanked him again and ended the call. 

Out of the side of his eye, Niki saw you walking back into the living room. 

He smiled wide, pushing the right side of his headset off his ear, leaning into the corner of the couch, and patting the space between his legs. 

You sat between his legs, leaning your back against his chest. Niki rested his hands on your lap, fingers button smashing on the controller. 

“Where did you run off to?” Niki asked, resting his head against yours. 

“Missed me that much already?” you teased him. 

Niki chuckled, “I always miss you when you aren’t beside me.” 

“I just went to call Heeseung,” you lied, “I wanted to make sure they were okay at the hospital due to this storm.” 

Niki shrugged, not having any thoughts or worries, “Hyung and __ are vampires, a little snow won’t hurt.” 

You shrugged. 

“I bet Sunghoon Hyung is having the time of his life.” 

You agreed, “Want to watch a movie?” 

Not even ten minutes into the movie Niki was slumped on the couch and passed out. Which was what you were hoping for. 

You kept checking outside, moving the blinds every few minutes to see when Jay would appear with the cake. 

Almost fifteen minutes passed before Jay walked up the steps of the apartment complex and to your door. 

You quietly opened it, placing your finger to your lips, “He’s asleep on the couch,” 

Jay nodded, carefully slipping in with Heeseung and __ following behind him. 

“Jeez, that snow is terrible,” Heeseung whispered, sliding his coat off his body and onto the coat rack. 

“Welcome home my king and queen,” you teased them, earning glares from not just Heeseung and his mate, but also from Jay. 

“I said you don’t have to call us that,” Heeseung sighed, sitting down at the kitchen table, “We aren’t even fully oathed.” 

Jay placed Niki’s cake in the fridge, pointing at it and then at Niki, basically saying to not let him get into the fridge. 

Jay also sat at the table, wrapping his arms together, “Maybe you should go take the oath,” he said looking between the king and queen, “Now that you have a mate.” 

Heeseung shrugged, “I’ll think about it,” he looked over at the sleeping Niki, “What’s the plan for tomorrow?”

—

You snuck out of your room, the smell of coffee filling the apartment. 

You tipped toe to Niki’s room, carefully opening the door, and seeing him still asleep. After closing the door gently, you carefully walked into the kitchen. 

Heeseung was brewing the coffee while __ was setting up the table. 

“We can take the cake out in a few minutes,” she said, “Once Heeseung finishes the coffee we will pull the cake out.” 

You nodded, grabbing four blood bags from the fridge and setting them down on the table, “He might wake up soon, so we have to hurry.” 

She finished putting the plates, utensils, and napkins on the table beside everyone’s blood bags. Heeseung placed the cake in the middle, placing the candles on the top. 

“I think it’s time to wake him up ourselves,” Heeseung whispered, “If he already woke up he isn’t going to come out since it’s Saturday.” 

You nodded, “Light the candles then, I’ll go get him.” 

You carefully opened his door, Niki was still very much asleep. 

You slowly walked to his bed, sitting down on the edge, “Wake up, cutie pie.” you softly spoke, tapping your mate's shoulder. 

Niki’s eyes fluttered open, a small smile forming on his face, “Good morning,” 

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

Niki sat up in bed, stretching his arms out before pulling you close to him, “Let’s go back to sleep.” 

“Oh no no no,” you place your hands on his shoulders, pushing yourself back, “It’s time to get up.” 

Niki narrowed his eyes at you, he knew you were up to something, “What are you planning?” 

You bat your eyes at him, “Me? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

You could tell by the look in his eyes that he didn’t believe you. 

Niki wasn’t stupid. It’s his birthday today, there’s no way you didn’t have anything planned for him. 

But he knew if he didn’t get up now, his hyung would be marching in here himself. 

“Okay,” he said, cupping your face with his hands, “You’re up to something, Y/N, I can feel it.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Just get up and get dressed. Brush your teeth too!” 

Niki giggled, placing a soft kiss on your nose before he kicked you out of his room so he could change. 

—

Niki walked out of the bathroom, after freshening up. 

The apartment was dark, only the light from the windows came through. 

He walked down the hall, to turn the corner to see you, Heeseung, and __ standing by the table with the light from the candles brightening the room. 

A happy birthday banner hung on the wall, with a few red, yellow, and blue balloons. 

Niki couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. How could he possibly even fight it? His loved ones were standing in front of him, celebrating his day. 

They sang to him, causing Niki to hide his face in his hands. 

You rushed him over to the table, “Make a wish, baby.” 

Niki blew the candles out, the room falling darker but the sounds of his family cheering and clapping filled the darkness. 

Once the lights were turned on, everyone sat at the table. 

Heeseung cut the pancake-flavored cake, which was perfect for a breakfast food item for today, and passed a piece to everyone along with their coffee. 

Even though vampires don’t need food, it was fun to enjoy it now and then. 

Niki sipped on his blood bag, looking between his hyung, his mate, and you. His heart raced faster from the happiness he was feeling. 

One by one, the rest of the members of the pack called and wished him a happy birthday. 

Jake: “Happy birthday mate! Here’s to many more brother!”

Jake’s mate: “Enjoy your day little brother! Don’t cause too much chaos!”

Sunghoon: “Damn you’re getting older…but I am glad I share my birthday with you.” 

Sunghoon’s mate: “You’ve grown a lot since we met, even with you being stuck at seventeen, you’re still growing older and wiser by the day. Happy birthday!” 

Jungwon & his mate: “YOI!!! Happy birthday!!” 

Jay: “Happy birthday little bro, enjoy the cake I baked for you.” 

Jay’s mate: “Make sure to make plenty of birthday wishes and continue to raise hell! Happy birthday, Niki!” 

The smile on Niki’s face wouldn’t leave, he could feel the muscles in his face getting sore from how much he was smiling and laughing. 

You eventually leaned your head on his shoulder, snuggling close to him, “I am sorry your birthday couldn’t have been celebrated more. The snowstorm took us all by surprise.”

Niki wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer, “I don’t need a fancy birthday party or even a fancy day to be celebrated a certain way. This way was perfect.” 

You nodded, tangling your fingers with his, “What did you wish for when you blew the candles out?” 

Niki shook his head, “Nothing.” 

You sat up and looked at him, “Why not!?” 

All Niki could do was smile, placing his hand on your cheek, his thumb tracing your jawline, “Because I already have my wish. To be beside you for the rest of eternity.” 

You softly smiled, “But you already get that.” 

He nodded, looking between you, Heeseung, and __, “Having you all beside me is enough. I couldn’t be more thankful for you guys, thank you for an amazing birthday.” 

Heeseung clapped, “Here’s to you, brother.” 

You pull Niki into a hug, “Happy birthday, Nishimura Riki, I love you so much.” 

He hugged you back tighter, resting his face on your shoulder, “I love you too, thank you so much.”

#nikiriki #nishimura riki #niki x reader #reader x niki #reader x enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fanfic #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #established relationship #youcompleteme #happy birthday niki 🥹 #yeonzzzn writing

[itaerae]

loved the switch team as your bf!

could you do it for the en garde team as well please (fem reader)

thank youu

en garde team as your bf 💭💭

pairing: kum junhyeon, kim gyuvin, lee seunghwan, park gunwook x fem!reader

word count: 315

warnings: none ! (not proofread)

notes: fyi ! i will unfortunately not be writing for hui due to our almost 15 year age gap nor hiroto since i don’t rlly know him well and ik i’m gonna horribly butcher it if i write for him ᴖ̈ i sincerely apologize to any hui or hiroto stans !

ᥫ᭡ kum junhyeon

⋆ def the LOUDest and most chaotic couple in the neighborhood

⋆ arcade dates bc junhyeon loves to flex after he wins prizes for you lol

⋆ he’s so adoringly goofy, bby radiates golden retriever energy 🫶🏻

⋆ he also enjoys the moments where he can just be vulnerable with you, he loves that you still take him seriously even with his funny vibe

⋆ junhyeon’s love language is a mix of quality time and words of affirmation !

ᥫ᭡ kim gyuvin

⋆ babysitting dates for sure ! this cutie adores you and his younger siblings 🫶🏻

⋆ often teases you for your height knowing he’s as tall as mount everest smh

⋆ affection is def a must ! his limbs are tangled over you 24/7

⋆ always snacking and packing you snacks for any occasion ! (his whole suitcase was snacks lol)

⋆ gyuvin’s love language is a mix of gift-giving and physical touch !

ᥫ᭡ lee seunghwan

⋆ hugs and cuddling are a must have for him, esp backhugs ! it doesn’t matter it’s giving or receiving, he adores them

⋆ random teasing is a daily thing too, it comes from both ends lol

⋆ dates would def be night walks around the river, stopping for ice cream or street food from time to time ! 🫶🏻

⋆ does get jealous, but its more of a ‘haha lol ik you wont leave me’ jealous instead of being possessive !

⋆ seunghwan’s love language is quality time !

ᥫ᭡ park gunwook

⋆ big baby, complains to you bc everyone thinks he’s scary lol

⋆ dates would def be picnics by the pond bc he loves feeding the ducks ! 🫶🏻

⋆ LIVES for your affection and praise; please give it to him, he deserves it !

⋆ loves it when you help him volunteer for his school clubs (iykyk, bby is a sweetheart)

⋆ gunwook’s love language is in between physical touch and words of affirmation !

#boys planet 999 #boys planet drabbles #boys planet scenarios #boys planet imagines #boys planet x reader #kum junhyeon #kim gyuvin #lee seunghwan #park gunwook

[calxide]

⸻ TAKE IT EASY ও

tighnari x gn!reader | 1k+ words ; no pronouns used for the reader. reader has sprained ankle. mentions of reader having multiple unfortunate injuries before, due to being clumsy. mentions of reader having difficulty in breathing. fluff. slightly suggestive but nothing really happens — just tighnari being a tease. collei being a cutie.

YOU HAVE NEVER FELT THIS MUCH OF A BURDEN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE.

You're currently sitting on the edge of Tighnari's bed. With your right foot placed on a chair so Tighnari could inspect your terribly sprained ankle.

The patrol for today was stopped because of you — your injury. When Tighnari saw that you were limping, he immediately told all the forest rangers to call it a day.

whole content under the cut!

When you once sprained your wrist, you thought you could never get any more guilty for being useless. But seeing how Tighnari was standing in front of you, examining your damn sprained ankle, you were feeling even guiltier. Today was one of the long days when you were supposed to have a long day of patrol. One of the most important ones. It just had to be put at a stop today because of you.

"Sorry..." You apologized for the nth time of the day. Yet, you never heard a response to your apologies from your companion. Perhaps, he was getting bored of you.

He sighed, seeing how swollen your foot was. He put an ice pack under your ankle to ease the pain — he said, but here you are, shrieking as the cold surface of the ice touch your foot.

"T-Tighnari... it hurts, can you remo— no! ow!"

Unfortunately for you, Tighnari pressed your foot on the ice pack harder. "That's what you get for not telling me about your injury sooner."

You pouted. You simply didn't want to be more useless to Tighnari; you didn't want to be a burden to him.

You mumbled a soft sorry to him, not bothered whether he heard it or not. He flicked your forehead, indicating that he heard your apology. "You're so stubborn, you know that?"

"Next time, don't wait for me to realize that you are injured. Got it?" It was neither a question nor a request. You are in no place to say no; it was an order.

"Yes, but you didn't have to stop the patrol today just for me. You could have just left me here and—"

"And what? Wait for your foot to be completely immobilized?" He countered your reason. Great. Now he's just not listening to you at all.

"Hey! I can take care of myself, excuse you." He only laughed sarcastically at your claim. He continued mixing the herbs — you could already feel the bitter taste of the medicine he was creating.

Why was he making medicine anyway?

You quickly shook your head, "No way I'm drinking that."

"Uh-huh. Sure. Then, I'll force-feed you."

You covered your mouth with your hands and continued shaking your head profusely while chanting no. Tighnari grunted, "Come on, you're so stubborn. You are not a child. Drink this, or I'll bite you!"

"Bite me!" You yelled subconsciously.

"What?" Tighnari looked at you with visible confusion expressed on his face.

Realizing what you have just said, you slapped your mouth and muttered, "Stupid. Stupid."

Before you knew it, Tighnari had pushed you on his bed — his small body towering over yours. "Oh? Are you challenging me?"

For the first time, you didn't know what to say. Tighnari has been your friend for years now. You were most comfortable in his presence; you didn't have to overthink whenever you'd talk to him. But, dear archons, this situation has rendered you speechless.

"N-No..?" You mumbled, your hand still covering your mouth

"Then if that's what you want, then..."

"Tighnari, wait, no—!"

Once you've removed your hands covering your mouth to push Tighnari away from you, the medicine has made its way into your mouth.

You choked dramatically — which Tighnari ignored. He stood up and acted as if he was shaking specks of dust off his hands and clothes. He smiled triumphantly, "Hehe. I win."

"Yuck! Don't ever make me drink that medicine again!" You glared.

"Maybe if you tell me next time that you injured yourself, then yes," he said with a sly smile on his face.

Menace.

"I just didn't want to burden you..."

"You're not a burden to me, never and will never be. And I apologized for not realizing it sooner. In that case, your injury wouldn't have worsened," he sighed.

"Hey, no, look. I'm going to be fine soon! I'll drink all the medicines you're going to give me. In exchange, don't blame yourself for it, okay? It's my fault for being clumsy," you explained. You don't want him to blame himself for every injury you get.

Tighnari couldn't hide the mischievous smile on his face, "Alright, you said that yourself."

"You tricked me!"

"I didn't! Collei! You heard it too, right?"

Collei, who was previously hiding, came into your view and fiddled with her fingers. "Uhm, well, uhm, yes! Yes, I did, master!"

Seeing your defeated face, Collei sent you an apologizing look.

Tighnari chuckled, "You'll be drinking your next medicine in two hours. I'll be informing Collei too. Bye, and take care!" He picked up the scrolls and immediately went outside the room.

"Hey! I'm injured, not sick!" You shouted back, but he didn't respond; instead, you heard him laugh.

Collei then went inside the room with a bandage in her hand. "Watching you bicker with master is always entertaining. Hehe," she teased.

"Hmph, stop following everything he says, Collei. Don't let him bully you," you teased in a soft whisper. Collei only laughed at your jokes.

"Master told me to put a bandage on your ankle. Please tell me if it hurts."

"Will do. Thank you, Collei."

Collei started bandaging your ankle carefully. "You know, master Tighnari really cares a lot about you. And, he's making you drink these medicines because he noticed that you were having trouble breathing these past few days. I'm pretty sure that master wants you to feel better soon and give yourself a rest. So please take it easy and listen to master! He's one of the sweetest people I know. He just wants you to stop being hard on yourself," Collei lectured you enthusiastically.

"Oops, sorry... I kinda rambled there. Anyways, I've bandaged your ankle! Take care now," Collei said with a bright smile on her face.

You felt as if your whole body felt energized by what she said and the look she had on her face. "No, thank you, Collei. Take care too!"

Maybe, taking a good rest for once won't hurt.

NOTE hii i got free time today LESGOOOO ik ik i haven't updated mixed signals yet but guess who sprained her ankle and still hasn't got it checked <3 i do have a sprained ankle and i think its not that ok lol. anw i was playing the new archon quest earlier and realized that tighnari is just so 😍 then i accidentally stomped my foot in excitement and realized that "OH I HAVE A SPRAINED ANKLE, TIME TO MAKE IT USEFUL!!!" then boom, this ff 🤲 OK TIME TO DISAPPEAR AGAIN <33

#omg look im writing again #tighnari x gn reader #tighnari x reader #tighnari #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #tighnari x you #genshin x gn reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #✍ー rein writes

[batty-writes-fanfic]

♡ Sick Day Headcanons (GN) ♡ 

Characters: Leon Kennedy, Carlos Oliveira

Warnings: Mentions of snot, fainting (or something like it), and fever, Carlos' has mentions of throwing up, petnames (sweetheart, honey, baby) are used as opposed to y/n, Carlos uses some Portuguese and Spanish nicknames.

(also this is probably OOC god forgive me)

Author's Note: It's 3am and honestly I can't think of anything other than these cuties, much of this is inspired by when I was sick a couple years ago before my older brother graduated. I had to skip out on the ceremony and felt so bad about it ;-;

Also this is my first real attempt at writing so abahsbdhsbjjdhj

You had been pretty healthy for a while until one morning "Boom!" you were sick. Your head was pounding, it was impossible to breathe through your nose, and you felt like someone had punched you in the stomach. Despite that you thought you could just get through it, can't be that bad right?

Spoiler alert: It was that bad

Leon Kennedy

You had just been trying to get up, brush your teeth, and get going despite being extremely sure of the fact you were sick. You had stood up next to the sink in the bathroom, letting the water run for a moment before hearing your boyfriend come in to the bathroom to say goodbye.

"I'm gonna go to work sweetheart come here-" his voice was quickly cut off as when you turned around your vision darkened and you lost your balance. He immediately rushed to your side in a little bit of a panic, looking into your eyes and feeling your forehead. "You're burning up..." He murmured with concern lacing his voice, you regained what vision you had lost after a moment and tried to sit up but he wouldn't let you. "Hey, hey take it easy honey, you nearly fainted." he paused for a moment thinking over something in his head after you tried to get up again he made up his mind.

"That's it I'm staying home today, and you're going to stay in bed" You tried arguing you were fine but you couldn't even get a single word out before Leon was picking you up bridal style and carrying you to bed. He pressed a small kiss to your temple as he helped lay you down. "stay here" he ordered softly before heading out of the room to get stuff together for a sick day inside.

He's the type to keep you in bed as long as you’re sick

Like if you try to get up he insists you stay no matter what.

Try getting out of it and he'll give you this look that just says "really?"

He also loves making soup for you when you're sick since it's the stereotypical sick food.

"I'm fine" you muttered, not wanting to stay in bed the whole day, despite that being exactly what you needed. "I can get up and make my own food Leon, I'm not helpless." you whined a little before sneezing a couple times snot almost getting onto your bedsheets, your boyfriend had stepped out of the room and came back with a box of tissues and an ice pack wrapped up in a towel. "Here" Leon handed you the tissues and put the ice pack on your head to help with cooling you down. His hand came up to feel your forehead for a few moments as he sat down on the bed next to you, his gaze focused on your face as if he was trying to gauge your temperature off sight alone. You looked at him and smiled for a moment, "am I free to get up or am I still too warm?" your voice had a playful tone to it and it got a small chuckle out of him.

"I think.." he trailed off as he took his hand off your forehead and looked at your face for a few moments before leaning down to kiss your cheek. "That you should stay in bed while you're still sick sweetheart." he saw you frown as he sat up and he brought up a hand to caress your cheek. "Aw don't be like that honey, how about I make you some soup?" his voice soft and gentle just like his touch. He got up after a few minutes and left the room to go make some soup, but not before planting another kiss on your forehead and whispering an "I love you" into your skin.

He came back after a little bit and sat down next to you, carefully giving you the soup he had just made for you. You sat up before taking it in your hands and smiled at him. It was good soup and even if you didn't want to admit it, it was the exact food you needed while ill.

On that same vein he’s prepared, and I mean PREPARED!!!

We're talking blankets, tissues, ice packs, you name it

He’s also got any type of over the counter med that could help you be as comfortable as possible while fighting for your life a small cold.

Also he won't completely give up on giving you kisses but they won't be on your lips, just on your forehead and cheeks.

You groaned a little as you tried shutting your eyes to sleep again, unfortunately for you it was not going well. Your head pounded and your throat felt sore as you woke up from your nap. Leon was right next to you working on a computer before he turned and noticed your groans of pain. "you alright baby?" his voice quiet out of habit and dripping with a certain amount of love and care that made your headache feel the slightest bit better.

"No...my head is killing itself." you muttered into the pillow before turning over to face him with an eye opening to look up at him. His eyes looked down at you with a certain softness to them as he spoke. "Let me go get you some ibuprofen and some more water" he bent down to brush the hair out of your face before kissing you on the cheek softly. "Be back" was all he said before he left to the room, coming back a few minutes later with a new glass of water and ibuprofen.

"Sit up." he ordered softly, waiting for you to oblige before handing you the ibuprofen and the water and watching you take it. "Now get some rest sweetheart" he smiled as he saw you frown for a moment, adding "It'll help you feel better, you know I'm right." you couldn't help but smile at him before murmuring one last "I love you" to him and falling asleep for the rest of the day. In your sleep he'd watch while he worked to make sure you were still comfortable, giving you small kisses on your cheeks and forehead every once in a while.

Overall very caring and gentle when you're sick :]

Carlos Oliveira

You had been working a lot the past couple of weeks, pulling all nighters, drinking copious cans of energy drinks, and staring at screens. It seems like the stress of it all weakened your immune system to the point you were sick, like really sick.

You felt super nauseous and thought you were gonna vomit at least once today, which you dreaded. Despite this however you still forced yourself up to try and get some cleaning done, walking into the bathroom to try and throw some water on your face and maybe brush your teeth. Before you could however that earlier nausea came to bite you in the ass and you were bent over the toilet.

Carlos had just been about to head out for some errands he badly needed to run before he walked back into the room to give a quick goodbye kiss. He was a bit confused about where you were until he found you over the toilet, it was a little obvious you had just thrown up and his demeanor immediately shifted. He dropped down right next to you and gently placed a hand on your back, calling your name to try and get your attention, after a few moments you turned back and he could tell by the state of your face you weren't well. He put his hand on your cheek "Let's get you to bed, Querido" his eyes were filled with worry and he led you back to bed with an enormous amount of care.

He gets very worried when you're sick, mostly because he never gets sick and when he does it's usually super bad

He doesn't like leaving your side when you're suffering, worrying that something will happen when he's gone

Just like Leon he'll only give you kisses on your cheeks and forehead instead of your lips

You were currently lying on your side in bed after your boyfriend led you back from the bathroom. He hadn't left your side just yet, to him it was like you'd get sicker from the loss of his presence. you lifted yourself up to look at him but he immediately put his hand on your chest to make you lie back down. "Baby, you're sick, don't get up" his voice was laced with care which made you melt a little bit while your head pounded. "fine, fine" your stuffed up nose made your speech a bit hard to understand.

"I hate this...." you muttered "Feel weak" you added before Carlos leaned down to place a few soft kisses on your face, mostly on your cheeks. "I'm sorry sweetheart." he murmured staying near your face for a few more moments, his gaze focused on the one he loved most. You looked at the man beside you, a look of worry stitched into his face "Don't you have errands to run? I don't wanna keep you here all day" you felt bad, not wanting to hold him up and waste his day. He proceeded to press another kiss into your forehead and smiled softly at you. "You're more important right now amor." his voice was gentle and caring as could be, and his gaze matched the exact same energy. "Besides, they're just a few errands I can do them later" you couldn't help but smile despite the way you felt, murmuring an "I love you" before turning back on your other side to try and rest up a little more.

He becomes like your personal butler for the day, your wish is his command.

Need more blankets? Done. Need more water? Done. Hungry? He's making food immediately

On the topic of food, he'll make either Menudo or Caldo de Ovos, (I headcanon he's Mexican and Brazilian) when you're sick depending on whichever he has the ingredients for in the moment.

You woke up a couple hours later to the smell of Menudo drifting through the air from the kitchen in your apartment. You stood up from the bed, your head buzzing a bit with pain, and walked out of your bedroom. "That smells good baby." you yawned a little as you walked out, Carlos turning to give you a "what are you doing here??" type look. You put your hands up "I just wanted to see what the smell was, sue me" he shook his head with a small laugh before speaking "Go back to bed mi vida, I'll bring it to you." you opened your mouth to protest before he walked over and gently turned you around before putting his hand on your lower back."Querido..." was all he said before you went back in defeat, laying down before he came walking in with the prized Menudo in his hands.

You sat up slowly with a lazy smile as he sat down next to you to hand over the soup. "thank you" was all you said in a nasally voice before you started eating the homemade dish, it was one of your favorites from him especially when you were sick. He watched you with a small smile and eyes filled with love, "Do you want some water?" he asked, to which you nodded with a full mouth before swallowing and answering "That would be great sweetheart." He got up and left to get water, putting it on your nightstand before sitting back down next to you, just being next to while you were suffering made him feel like he was helping you when he couldn't. You quietly took a sip of water, the two of you just existing in each other’s presences together. Carlos laced his fingers with yours after you put your glass down, giving you a soft kiss on your cheek.

He’ll let you pick a movie to rent, no matter how “dumb” it sounds

If you’re getting chills or just overall cold he will cuddle with you since he’s not concerned about getting sick

If your fever is bad he’ll sleep out on the couch for the night as to not overheat you

“Are you sure you wanna let me pick a movie?” You could hear a small laugh come from Carlos when he responded. “Yes baby, I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want you to pick.” He pushed the remote into your hands and pointed to the tv. “Now pick amor.” You just about melted before turning back to pick your favorite movie, selecting the one you wanted before settling back into your comfortable bedding.

It wasn’t until you shivered that your boyfriend shifted closer to you, throwing an arm around your waist. You straightened as he did so “Don’t you’re gonna get sick baby…..” your voice trailed off as his nose was nuzzling the top of your head, “I don’t get sick querido, you know that.” His voice had a certain drawl to it that once again made you melt, it was with that you relented and snuggled in closer, enjoying the warmth he gave off.

It wasn’t for a little while that you woke up in a sweat that you realized you had a fever. You looked over to your boyfriend fast asleep and tapped him awake. “mmm…yes?” His sleepy voice was another weakness of yours that made you fold in second. “You’re too warm.” You murmured before rolling over and adding. “I think I have a fever Carlos.” He looked at you and nodded for a moment into the pillow that he forced himself up from the bed. “Alright baby, I’ll be in the living room if you need me.” He smiled at you warmly, making your heart ache for a moment distracting you from your sick state. “I love you baby” your eyes on his with a soft and tired smile. “I love you too mi vida” He have you one final kiss on the forehead before walking out of the room, shouting a soft “goodnight” to you.

Big caring softie when you’re sick, would move heaven and earth for you ngl

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil fanfiction #carlos oliveira x reader #batty writes #fluff #resident evil #headcanons

[kaulitzhotel]

Synopsis: Head canon of going to the park with Tokio Hotel. (2010)

Content: Fluff.

Notes: Once done make sure to read under the icon where the tags after to see Freaky Friday Head Canon tomorrow. I love parks.

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Bill

Dresses fancy for the park.

Wears his black shades.

Packed snacks and drinks. (Some alcohol)

You guys would find a nice shady spot to relax.

Runs his fingers through your hair when you lay down on his lap.

Starts humming.

Enjoys sightseeing and looking at you.

You both start running once you see a bee.

You hear his beautiful laugh when you guys run and you smile at him.

If he starts getting a bit tipsy just be prepared when he pulls you close and kisses you a lot under the tree.

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Tom

Loves the feeling of having a break.

Wearing his flannel and shades.

Having so much fun.

Would play on the swings and push you.

Lays in the grass with you admiring your beauty.

He would want to play tag or scare you if he's hiding and you look for him.

Once he is tired he will buy some ice cream and share it with you.

Holds your hand while you both walk around.

Nonstop smiling.

Surprise kisses when you look at him. You would have the best time with him at the park.

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Georg

Has his arm around you when walking around the park.

Kisses your cheek because you are a cutie.

T-shirts and shorts matching with you.

Maybe some jogging if you guys were up to it.

Climbing trees... But I can see him helping you up and sitting on a branch with you.

If there's a nearby store you guys would go buy some snacks.

Stays at the park until nighttime.

Watch the stars together.

As much as you guys don't want to go home you will sit in the car a while blasting music.

He would love to spend his whole day with you if he could.

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Gustav

In love with the ducks. You guys would feed them together.

Great for dog walking.

You guys sit on a bench and talk.

Once Gustav sees little kids running by he would ask you the big question, “Would you want to start a family?”

You will blush and say maybe.

Sets his hand on top of yours and gives a kiss on your forehead.

He packed some delicious snacks for you guys to eat.

Would get angry once the ants start coming for your food.

Take a little nap on the picnic blanket.

You guys would have the best relaxed time ever.

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Freaky Friday Tomorrow of headcanon sneak peek: “Soft passionate kisses...”, “His fingertips drawing circles on your spine.”

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel fanfic #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #x reader #headcanon #fanfiction #fluff #imagine #boy bands

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Batmom with a young Jason, please 🥹

Oh no.

The sound of another little voice. Confused and scared. Overlaid with a bravado that it couldn't quite carry off made your heart twist.

"Alfred-"

"Already on it, ma'am," he said, exhaling slowly as he turned to go and start making up a bed.

You shifted the ice pack he'd brought you with a wince and pulled your t-shirt over your head. Time to go be the lady of the house. Welcome him and try and get him settled.

"Rough day at the office?" Bruce asked when you walk around the corner.

"You should see the other guy," you huff, "I see you made a friend."

"He stole the tires off the batmobile," Bruce snorted, dropping a hand on Jason's shoulder and squeezing.

"Takes guts," you say smiling a little, dropping into your chair to get a better look at the boy. A cutie- looked a little like Dick at that age. Not as healthy. He'd need some looking after and you made a mental note to call Dr. Tompkins in the morning- blood work and a physical at the very least.

The boy smiled a little, his cheeks darkening.

"His name is Jason."

"Welcome to the madhouse, kiddo," you say, propping your foot up to take the pressure off your hip.

"Are you like- a den mother or something?" the kid snorted.

"My wife," Bruce said, smiling a little. "Alias Sparrow. In the house though, it's Y/N."

"Oh." he said nodding, looking between you and Bruce. "How'd you get a girl that pretty?"

"Sometimes he's funny," you chirp.

And when Jason grins, some of the tension leaving his shoulders, Bruce shakes his head. He didn't know how you did it, setting people at ease like that. But he was glad.

"Money ain't have anything to do with it?" Jason asked.

"Not as much as you might think," you snort.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #anon ask #ask answered #minors dni #batmom

[misc-obeyme]

CC I'VE BEEN SCREAMING ABOUT THE NEW CARDS SINCE LAST NIGHT, MAMMON LOOKS SO AKDJWJJD, SIMEON TOO BUT MAMMON IS MY BABES

it took me all 40 pulls to finally get Mammon (and everyone else too), and ohmygoddd

Mammon in boxing gloves has me... unhinged. Mammon boxer AU and maybe an MC who's the ref, and they always see him every night, and sometimes he loses sometimes he doesn't. It's all for the money and show

And one night Mammon can't wrap his hand and MC comes across him and helps him and akwkfj sorry I'm. brainrotting and going crazy, I just want to patch up a beat up Mammon BECAUSE THERE'S SOMETHING SO INTIMATE ABOUT THAT. I still remember reading a Mammon boxer and MC ballerina one shot (it was smut) and it lives rent free in my brain)

I wish the devilgram had been about boxing but it was still really cute and we got no 2 and Mammon content, that's my son right there. I'll never get over him calling Mammon Papa

SORRY FOR RAMBLING, ALSO MY CONCERT WENT AMAZING AND I GOT A LIVE DEBUT OF A REALLY OLD SONG AAAA

- ✨ anon

OMG THESE CARDS THOUGH.

I feel like this is so mild compared to what it could be, like omg steamy shower scenes oooooo lol. But we're so starved for any suggestive content that it's making us all go crazy!

Ahh, I love the boxer!Mammon thing, too. There is something intimate about patching up someone who's hurt. It's because you have to touch them to do it, but it's also tender because you clearly care about their well being which is why you're doing it at all. So it's a nice combination of taking care of someone when they're hurt and soft touches and possibly an opportunity to scold them if they were doing something reckless and that's how they got hurt to begin with ahhh I just really love all of it lol!!

There's also something about both of you being hurt and then you taking care of each other~

But yeah, you know Mammon would get into boxing for the money aspect of it. I kinda like the idea that he's somehow involved with the rigged betting, like he's losing on purpose because he knows it'll make someone win and then he gets a big cut of those winnings for it. Gets involved with some shady characters. Then for some reason he wins when he's supposed to lose (maybe his opponent insulted MC and actually pissed him off??). Then he's in trouble with the shady characters who come after him and he has to fight them and gets away but not without getting hurt... then MC is like what happened?!?! And he's all blushing as he stammers out that he had to defend your honor!! And all that while you're sitting there holding an ice pack to his black eye or something adlkfkdf

OOPS I got a little carried away but listen I love this scenario.

Anyway, I also love lil D no 2 what an absolute cutie! I love the lil Ds on these cards, they're adorable and they should be included more. I know they gave Simeon a wrath lil D because Simeon's sin is supposed to be wrath. Does this mean there are multiple little Ds of each sin? Because I was kinda under the impression that there was just the one and that's why we had to go find each of them when the brothers went crazy. And if that's the case, I kinda love the idea of Simeon just hanging out with Satan's little D. Like I find that very funny lol.

Never apologize for rambling! And I'm so glad your concert was good woooo!

#for real I am the worst rambler of all #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me mammon #obey me simeon #obey me little d #✨ anon #misc answers

[themultifandomgal]

Adam Ruzek- Single Dad Pt1

Adams POV

"Ally, Jay and Erin are here" I call out to my 4 year old daughter and in no time at all I hear tiny footsteps running down the stairs

"Jay, Erin" she yells coming into view making us laugh

"Hey little one you ready for ice cream?" Jay asks

"Yes yes yes. Erin. Daddy said you can do my hair"

"Of course. We all know your dad sucks at doing hair"

"Hey I've got better" I put my hands up in protest

"Yeah yeah come here Ally" I watch as my daughter interacts with Erin. I guess she is the closest thing Ally has ever had to a mother

"So how's the dating going?" Jay asks

"It's not. Once they find out I have a daughter they don't want to know" I sigh

"You'll find her bro. Don't loose hope. You never know where you'll meet her or how" Jay pats me on the back, I turn to see Erin finishing Ally's hair. I grab my back pack which has everything Ally and I need in and we get into the car, Erin helping Ally into her car seat

"Ready?" I ask and everyone yells back yes.

Some time later

We have been at the ice cream shop for only 10 minutes

"Daddy can I have a chocolate ice cream with sprinkles?"

"Sure you can" I order mine, Ally's, Jay and Erin's ice creams and some drinks. Ally and I take them over to where Erin and Jay are sitting

"Daddy, that girl was pretty you should ask for her number. Kevin does that" this makes all of us laugh

"I'm sure he does Ally" I shake my head

"You've got yourself a wing woman Adam"

"Kevin also said that kids are chick magnets. What does that mean?"

"Errrm..." just before I can say anything the door opens and I see probably the most beautiful woman I've ever seen walking in holding a little boys hand.

YN POV

"Jack do you want some ice cream?" I ask my 5 year old little brother. My mum had me young, 17 to be exact then much later in life had my little brother

"Yes please" Jack says and I take him into the nearest ice cream shop

"Hi can I get a strawberry ice cream and a chocolate ice cream please" I ask the lady behind the counter. A few moments later the lady gives us our ice creams and I pay

"Ok Jack let's find a seat" we sit at a table that's next to a group of people, 2 of them are holding hands and look to be a couple the other guy has a little girl sat next to him and he isn't bad looking to be fair

"YN?"

"Hmm"

"When we're done can we go park?"

"Of course we can" I give my little brother a smile and we eat our ice cream.

Later on we walk to the park which is only down the road. I spend the next 20 pushing Jack on the swing

"Ok little man my arms are hurting I need a break"

"Ok" Jack jumps off the swing and I notice the small group of people from the ice cream shop coming over to the park. I sit down on a bench and watch Jack run around

"Bye Erin bye Jay!" I hear the little girl shout and the little girl and the guy come in

"Ok go play. I'll be over here"

"Ok daddy" the guy walks over to me

"Can I sit?"

"Yeah sure" I take my bag off the bench and the really handsome guy sits next to me

"You've got a cute kid"

"Oh no thats my little brother, but that little cutie is yours?" I ask

"Errr yeah" the guy says slightly awkward, damn it he's got a girlfriend or wife

"I'm YN by the way" I put my hand out for him to shake

"Nice to meet you. I'm Adam and that's my daughter Ally"

"YN! This is my new friend. Can she come over to play?"

"We will see" I give Jack a smile

"Ok" and with that the kids run off together to carry on playing together

"Hey can I get your number?"

"Won't your girlfriend be upset?" I raise my eyebrows

"I don't... I'm a single dad. She walked out on us when Ally was born"

"Oh I'm so sorry"

"No no it's ok you didn't know and anyway everything happens for a reason right" Adam smirks as he holds out his phone. I smile taking it from him and put my number in, I give him my phone and he does the same

"So what do you do for a job?" I ask Adam

"I'm a cop, intelligence. What about you?"

"I'm a dog trainer. I work mainly with dogs who have behavioural problems"

"Do you have a dog?"

"I have 4 actually" I laugh "I just keep rescuing them. It's a problem"

"So this might sound a little forward, but would you like to go out for Lunch tomorrow? You know just the 2 of us" Adam asks shyly

"Sure I'm not training any dogs tomorrow"

"Text me your address and I'll pick you up"

"Perfect"

Adam and I continue to chat while Jack and Ally play together. For the rest of the day Jack can't stop talking about his new best friend.

#one chicago #one chicago imagine #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd #adam ruzek x reader #adam ruzek #adam ruzek imagine

[the-fiction-witch]

Compliments

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader (Male)

Rating Smut

Concept Shower Compliments

Smut Nudity / Cum / 'big boy' / 'cutie' / jerking off / bj /

Requested Anonymous asked:

I've been reading your stories for a long time now, and I love them. I was just wondering if it would be possible to have a couple from the perspective of a male y/n? Either way, great content. Thank you!

I yawned a little as I pushed myself up from my hammock feeling my back crack and my neck immediately becoming sore from sleeping in the rough hammock all night. But I slipped on my shoes and headed out into the glades grass with a stretch, I know I'm up early as always only the runners and maybe a keeper or two is ever up this kinda time but I liked being up early gave me some alone time. I headed across the glade towards the deadheads to the small roughly built showers, they were mostly just wooden frames with the same twig built walls as most glade buildings but only enough to really cover you shoulder to knee as given were all boys wasn't much point to much more as they were communal anyway. Some hastily built contraption the builders came up with for water honestly I don't understand it but not like I need to at least it's better then the klunk buckets.

I headed over and began to kick off my stuff when I noticed a pair of feet it was strange for the showers to be occupied this time of morning, part of why I got up so early but I couldn't help but smile as I saw who it was, he had cleared been Washing his face and hair as a moment or so later his head threw back up revealing his messy blonde hair 

"Ohh hey y/n" he smiled

"Hey newt, there uhh room in there for a small one?"

"Yeah sure don't worry about it man" he chuckled

So I kicked off the last of my clothes and headed in putting a fair bit of space between us as I began my shower it of course being ice cold, I did feel kinda self conscious given I wasn't alone but I just kept my hand there to give myself a little bit of protection. As I washed and scrubbed I noticed newt our the corner of my eye I guess I never really looked at him that much, he was thin but with firm arms where he worked in the garden all day, his ankle badly bruised, his chest hairless except a tiny speckle of blonde hair on his stomach, he had a very prominent V given he was so thin and I was taken back immediately as my eyes met his… his… 

Holy shuck! 

I couldn't tell exactly how big from here but enough to surprise me, I never imagined newt to really be packing all that much then again I don't suppose I had really thought about it before. But… klunk! That's uhhh that's alot of cock for such a skinny boy.

It then became even more of a necessity to keep myself covered attempting to conceal the fact that this ice cold water and his vainy manhood had basically made me a rock. 

I knew his shower was almost finished and he'd be going soon at first I didn't want to say anything meerly keep this memory in my mind and go off to the deadheads tonight but I felt compelled to speak up

"Hey uhh newt?"

"Yeah?" He asks 

"Can I uhhh can I tell you something?'

"Sure go ahead y/n"

"This uhh this might sound kinda weird but… you have a great dick"

There was silence between us for a moment and he glanced over

"Thank you? I think?"

"Sorry kinda weird"

"No no it's cool, I mean we're both guys"

"Exactly, we both have dicks"

"Yeah, it should be cool to compliment"

"Yeah! Like you would someone's hair or their shirt"

"Thanks y/n." He smiled "if we're complementing, you have a great arse" 

"Thanks" I smiled back "maybe we should put them together sometime - that came out really wrong! I meant like -"

"Don't apologise. I think we both know what you meant y/n" he chuckled "see you around" he says heading out the showers 

"Yeah see ya" I nodded finishing my own and scampering off to work.

I felt so nervous all day that someone heard or that newt would tell someone about the showers. Even if I had to admit I was still stiff from just thinking about him all day I sat at dinner unable to stop shifting in my seat watching him across the way I couldn't help being reminded of his naked body. I'd had enough so I returned my bowl for dinner and headed into the deadheads stopping at a clearing undoing my pants and taking a grip of myself "uuhhh" I groaned 

"Y/n? That you?' I heard behind me so I quickly took my hand out and did my pants up turning to see newt had come after me

"Yeah, yeah it's me"

"You okay? You've been kinda off all day? Something up?"

"Yeah something is uhh definitely up."

"What is it?" 

"Sorry it's complicated"

"Come on, just tell me what's up?"

"Okay… I'm hard as shuck."

"Okay. Why?"

"I have been all day, after seeing you this morning"

"Ohh." He says "why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't wanna be weird"

"It's not weird, two boys… getting hard for each other after seeing each other so exposed" he smirked taking my hand softly playing with my fingers "totally normal. Just like one guy yawning because another guy does"

"Exactly. I just uhhh I really liked what I saw"

"Yeah? Me too." He smirked 

I couldn't wait any longer and grabbed his neck pulling him into a kiss immediately he kissed me back and wrapped his arms around me one hand grabbing my ass hard, we kissed intensely until my back hit a nearby tree And we pulled away 

"What do you want me to do?"

"Uhhh just make me cum please newt' 

"So long as you pay me back?'

"I will I promise. Just… please I've been hard all day" 

"Okay" he smirked nibbling and kissing my neck as he undid my pants and took a grip of my shaft "humm I see why you were hiding it in the shower, didn't wanna show off how hard you were" he smirked stroking my shaft playfully "maybe if you hadn't been hiding so much I could have complimented way more than your arse" he smirked taking a grip of my hilt and jerking at first slow but getting faster and more merciless often rubbing precum with his thumb as he kissed and left hikis on my neck all while I tried desperate to keep quiet so the guys wouldn't hear us 

"Uuughhh… uuuuuuuhhh… uuughhhh newt please… oh shuck- uuughhhh! Uuummmm I'm so close. I'm so close newt please" 

"Just tug my hair okay" he whispered

I was confused as his hand left me but he moved to his knees pressing kisses to my shaft before then taking me and sucking as he held onto my pants often glancing up at me which only got me closer I had to physically bite my lip to stop my screams of pleasure gripping his hoodie hard 

"Shuck-" he groans pulling back a moment to undo his own pants taking his own cock in hand to jerk himself as he returned to deep throat my cock 

"Uuhhh uuughhhh uuughhh newt… newt… please I'm… I'm gonna Cu- uuughhhh! Uuuuuuuhhh!" I groaned tugging his hair hard letting him move back just as I hit my peak sending my seed across the grass 

"That feel better cutie?" He whispered and I nodded 

"Ummm much better." I gasped "now it's your turn big boy." I smirked pushing him against the tree I tossed his hand away and replaced it with my own stroking at first but it quickly became jerking his slender cock 

"Uuummmm" he groans rolling his head against the tree "uhhhh more please" he whined 

"Okay, guide me how you like it" I smirked moving to my knees and happily taking him in my mouth it took a couple of tries for me to get use to him and not gag but we figured it out I took what I couldn't take in my hand jerking into my mouth letting him hold my hair to guide me where he needed me his other hand finding grips in the tree bark 

"Uuughhh not that your not doing a good job down there cutie. But I already jerked off today, not sure I can go again."

"Already?" I asked pulling back smirking as I licked and stroked him softly

"I couldn't help it. That arse looked so good this morning" he smirked 

"Anything that would get you there big boy?'

"Hummm… how about something a little more invasive?" He smirked 

"Really?" I smirked getting back to my feet pressing my body against his grinding on him hard 

"Yeah,"

"Alright, you wanna be top or bottom?'

'humm I think we both know the answer to that" he smirked "bend over" he demanded 

#tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #maze runner newt #newt maze runner #newt #the maze runner newt #newt imagines #newt imagine #tmr newt imagine #tmr newt smut #tdc newt smut #newt smut #newt smut au

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

The Stranded and The Scaly.

Chapter 13: The Wolves.

Day 8

Chapter warning: Gore descriptions, violence, Body horror?

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The gopher had finished eating, but now Geoff needed to find something to munch on before he got hangry. He wasn't a nice guy when he was hangry.

He turned and began his walk to the shore; fishing would be an easy way to get the food he needed. After his mutation, it almost felt like an instinct.

However, his thoughts drifted to Ezekiel. He had been gone for most of the day, and the sun was starting to set now, painting the sky with gorgeous hues of pink, orange, and yellow. If only Zeke was here to see it! Geoff hoped his little buddy wasn't too upset about his disappearance-- all he wanted to do was explore the cave! He didn't know he'd get caught up in a crazy cave-in!

As he walked, he thought it was weirdly quiet.... and lonely. He'd been walking for a little less than 10 minutes now, maybe he could take a break to snuggle with his little gopher? Geoff stopped and looked around, the gopher was nowhere to be seen. The gopher was gone. A spike of fear shot up his spine, and stress began to creep through his mind. That little guy was alone in this forest of mutant freaks, and it was peak prey.

Weak and defenseless.

Geoff turned and took off the running through the forest. He kept his eyes peeled for any sight of that chubby, pink beast.

He couldn't believe he just left it behind, what was he thinking?! God, he was so fucking stupid sometimes! Of course the gopher wouldn't follow him when he walked away. It was blind, for crying out loud!

Geoff ran as fast as his long legs could take him, taking note of any tree, shrub, or rock the gopher could be hiding behind.

He'd never forgive himself if that ugly little cutie was dead because of HIM.

A raspy howl could be heard echoing throughout the forest. Geoff ran faster.

As he crashed through a clearing, he was met with a sight that turned the blood in his veins to ice.

There was a pack of grotesque, mutant wolves.

And they were feasting on a mutant gopher carcass.

The freezing feeling he had previously felt in his veins was gone. All gone.

Blazing heat traveled up his spine from the tip of his tail directly into his brain.

He was seeing red.

His heart was pounding out of his scaly chest.

He couldn't keep a single coherent thought in his head.

The vicious predator within him had broken loose, and now it was taking over.

Geoff was still hungry, after all.

There was nothing he could do to stop the growl that tumbled from his throat, or the ear-splitting roar that followed.

Those mangy mutts messed with his little buddy, and they were gonna PAY.

With no control over his body, he charged forwards and lunged at the nearest wolf. Razor-sharp teeth pierced the canine's furry skin, blood sprayed. He just couldn't stop himself as he tore the wolf apart, ripping off chunks of it's flesh and scarfing them down.

From the corner of his eye, Geoff saw the rest of the pack retreating. If they thought they could just run away, they were dead wrong.

Geoff quickly abandoned the mutilated wolf corpse and bolted towards the others. They may have been fast, but they were no match for his far superior speed.

With a quick flick of his tail, he sent half the pack flying, wounding them enough to keep them from running in the process.

With half of the pack wounded, Geoff began to blindly swipe at the other half with his claws and tail, breaking their bones from the sheer force of the attacks.

The second all the wolves were downed, Geoff went into a frenzy.

He tore into each wolf, barely caring about the mess he was making.

The pungent scent of blood pierced the air, and the metallic taste filled his mouth.

It was nearly euphoric.

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Geoff snapped back to reality, his head now clear of the predator instinct. He was shaking. He stared down at his clawed hands.

Blood. His hands were dripping with blood.

As he took a moment to survey the area, that was all he saw. There was blood soaked into the grass and splattered on trees, bits of fur and flesh strewn about, it was a massacre.

Geoff felt weak, he wanted to vomit, but he knew what would come out. He was scared. Scared of himself, scared of what he had become.

Geoff stumbled backwards and collapsed under what he hoped was a blood-free tree. He dug his claws into the ground and threw his head back as he gasped for air. This couldn't be happening.

He felt like he could pass out at any second, he dug his claws deeper into the earth.

He could only hear the rustle of trees, his ragged breathing, and his pounding heart.

But just then, he felt something soft and warm nuzzle against his arm.

Geoff's eyes shot open and he stared in the direction of the sensation.

The little gopher had somehow found it's way back to him. His gopher..

It climbed into his lap and he immediately grabbed it, holding it close against his chest. He curled around the gopher protectively as his chest heaved.

Tears began to spill out of his eyes and pour down his face. He was so relieved. The carcass belonged to a different gopher, his little buddy was alive.

Little buddy.... Oh, God.

Ezekiel.

He needed to find Ezekiel.

Using the tree as support, Geoff got to his feet with the baby gopher curled up in his arms. He gave it a gentle, affectionate squeeze and began his journey back to the cave.

Ezekiel paced around the cave, clutching Geoff's lucky hat close to his chest. Geoff had been gone for hours. He had looked everywhere for him, but he'd lost Geoff's scent AND his tracks.

He'd lost Geoff, the love of his life, the only person who trusted him. He could hardly believe it.

Suddenly, footsteps. Slow and heavy footprints.

There were only two of them, so they couldn't belong to any animal.

But... he KNEW those footprints, he'd heard them before. He knew that rhythm.

It had to be Geoff.

Ezekiel whipped his head around, but the sight his eyes fell upon made his heart sink.

Geoff stumbled into the cave, dripping in blood and looking miserable. The blonde boy let out a pathetic whine and fell to his knees, letting his eyes meet Ezekiel's.

Ezekiel wrinkled his nose at the scent Geoff brought in and rushed over.

"Zeke, buddy... I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry..."

Zeke quickly hushed him and helped to maneuver him into a position where he was laying on his back, but Geoff refused to let the gopher go.

"You look sick, I take care. Just like before."

Ezekiel gently brushed Geoff's messy bangs away from his eyes and recieved a look of pure trust and vulnerability in return.

Ezekiel knew exactly what he needed to do now.

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