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quintinh43 · 2 months

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Heavy Heads and Heavy Hearts | Quinn Hughes

Summary: Quinn gets injured as a game. His girlfriend takes him and cares for him.

Pairings: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, Head injury, food, angst, mentions of vomiting (no actual vomiting)

Notes: Hi guyss! Hope everyone is doing ok! Injured Quinn got the most votes, so here we are! This one is the longest one ive done so far, I definitely did not mean for it to be as long as it is but here we are. Also, im not a professionl in any way, so i cant say this is concussion accurate. I just went off of my experience in dealing with athletes that have Concussions, and my own Concussions lol. Anywaysss I hope yall enjoy. Love Soph.

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There was something so gut-wrenching about watching the man you love get injured. One second, Quinn was cutting quickly around the back of the net, and the next, he was getting slammed into the boards hard. It was nothing. You get hit, you get up, and you keep going. It was simply a part of hockey.

Except this time, Quinn wasn't getting up. He wasn't moving at all. You stand up, heart in your throat. The room feels like it's tilting. The sharp shrill of the refs whistle cut through the air, stopping the play as the refs skate over to where Quinn is lying motionless on the ice.

They are calling for medics. Your head is spinning with the worst possible scenarios as you excuse yourself from your seat and practically sprint to the locker room. One of the security members holds out a hand to stop you.

"Ma'am, you can't be here, please exit this area"

Great. Just fucking great. This is exactly what you need right now. The overwhelming need that aches in your bones demanding to know that Quinn is ok makes you want to cry. Because now this fucker won't let you through. And you're nearly too panicked to do anything about it.

The logical route would be pulling out Quinns wallet, that has his ID in it, and explaining that you are his girlfriend. But with your anxiety high, and your heart in your throat logic is not the first thing on your mind.

"Listen buddy," you start, ready to absolutely rip this guy a new one. Thankfully for him, one of the trainers who knows you happens to be exiting the locker room.

"Let her through, Jace, that's Hughes' girl" he says, waving you forward. The security guard- Jace apparently, lets you pass with a grumble.

By the time you get rink side, Quinn is (half) conscious- thank God, and being half carried off the ice by Petey and Boeser. He's transfered to the care of two medics, who sit him on a bench and begin to check him over.

One of them is asking him questions gently, both to keep him awake and assess the damage to his head. While the other stabilizes his neck. "Can you tell me your full name and today's date?" One of the medics asks.

"Quintin Jerome Hughes," he slurs, eyes fluttering, "its Feb'uary... twenty-second, twenty-twenty-four"

Your breath hitches. He got the date wrong. You can't help the panic that rushes through you. "Good job Quinn, do you know where you are?"

"Van, Roger's arena," he mumbles, "playing hockey"

"Good," the medic hums. "we need to take off your equipment to make sure you aren't injured anywhere else. Is that ok?"

"Y/n" he mumbles, eyes closing and head tilting forward, his head snapped back up a moment later, and if the other medic hadn't had his head stabilized he would probably have mild whiplash.

"Stay awake for us, Quinn. Is Y/n someone you'd like us to call?"

You spring forward at the mention of your name, "I'm here," you say, pushing past a couple of people who are standing around, ready to assist if the situation gets worse.

"My girl" Quinn slurs, his lips tilting into a small smile. Your heart flutters at that. In the midst of his delirium, he still cares about you dearly.

"Hello Y/n, I'm Sam," the guy who's been asking him questions, "and that's Kieran," he says, nudging his head towards Kieran, who gives a small smile.

"Do you think you could help us remove his equipment?"

"Yes absolutely, just tell me what to do" you say, glad that you can help.

"Can you remove his jersey and shoulder pads? Kieran needs to keep his neck stable, and I need to check for any other possible injuries. And keep him talking"

"Yeah, of course," you start by bending his elbow to slide it out of the sleeve of his jersey.

"Hey Quinny" you say softly, sliding his other arm out of his jersey "you played really really good today, I'm so proud of you"

"Thanks baby," he murmers, "glad you're here." He tries to lean his head against your chest, he huffs when Kieran doesn't let him, and you can't help but let out a breathy laugh, patting his head lovingly.

Kieran tilts his head to one side, allowing you to pull the jersey over his head. You deposit it in his cubby behind him and make quick work undoing his shoulder pads and pulling them off gently.

"I'm glad I'm here too. What do you wanna eat when we get home?"

Sam gently asks you to move out of the way so he can check Quinns upper body for injuries. The second you aren't doing something, the anxiety rises back to your chest. You take a deep breath and begin to unlace his skates. You pull them off, slipping a pair of slides on his feet so his socks don't get wet.

"Hmm" he hums in thought "potatos...?"

You laugh, "Alright Quinny. We'll have potatos"

Finally after palpating his whole body to make sure he doesn't have any other major injuries, testing his reflexes, and asking him a bunch more questions. They diagnose him with a minor concussion, and give you a list of things to look out for.

They deem it safe enough to leave you alone with him for a little bit and tell you to change him into something more comfortable. It takes a bit of work to take off his hockey pants and shinguards and get him into a pair of sweats and a hoodie.

By the time you're done, the equipment manager and the medics have collected the rest of his equipment. After making sure his hockey bag is fully packed with everything, you grab his keys from your purse, while the EM helps you bring his bag to his car, and the medic helps you half carry him down.

He can mostly walk on his own, but better safe than sorry. On the ride home he keeps his head resting against the window, a cool compress is wrapped around his neck, and he's holding one over his eyes with one hand, while the other holds yours tightly.

You trace your thumb over the backs of his knuckles soothingly and keep him talking the whole way home. "What kind of potatoes do you want when we get home, Hon?"

"Can I change my mind?" He asks sheepishly. He's still talking very quietly and slurring his words a little, but the medics said that was nothing to worry about unless he started getting worse. So far, it was nothing to worry about.

"Of course my love, anything you want" you bring your intertwined hands to rest on your chest. It's a comforting weight over your heart, that you didn't know you needed until it was there.

Your phone lights up from the cup holder, it's a text from Petey, saying that the Canucks won the game. There are a few other texts, from his parents and brothers. You make a mental note to reply to them as soon as you get Quinn settled at home.

"Can we have noodles?" He mumbles.

"Yes, of course, love." You can't help but kiss the back of his knuckles. Watching Quinn get injured to the point of losing consciousness was not something you ever wanted to experience ever again.

"Your boys won, by the way," you say softly.

"The did?!" Quinns head shoots up front the window, and he is filled with instant regret as a sharp twinge shoots down his neck and to his shoulder.

"Ow fuck" he mumbles, laying his head back against the cool window.

"Careful love," you gasp, squeezing his hand.

"I know, I'm sorry," he mumbles, squeezing your hand back. You sigh, you have been on edge since he got injured, and it didn't look like the anxiety would dissipate for a while. You would just have to deal with it and try not to be an over bearing worry wart.

"You guys won 5-2" you smile, finally pulling into your apartment parking lot.

"I didn't do much except get my brains knocked around" he grumbles. "Some captain I am"

You scoff, flicking him in the nose lightly. "Don't sell yourself short, Quinny. Three of those points are yours."

Quinn wrinkles his nose and leans forward to bite your finger. You yelp, snatching it away with a glare. He sticks his tongue out at you, and you laugh, your chest feeling a little lighter than before.

"Come on, let's get you upstairs. " You say, undoing your seat belt and getting out of the car. You run around to his passenger side and open the door for him, and help him step out of the car. He throws an arm over your shoulder, and you wrap one around his waist. He's not as wobbly on his feet as he was earlier, but he still isn't at full strength.

Quinn squeezes his eyes shut and tucks his face against your hair. The florescent elevator lights were not pleasant in his state. "Can we keep the apartment lights off?" He mumbles against your hair.

"Sure love," you said rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly, "we're almost home," you fish the keys out of your purse and unlock it. You toe your shoes off at the door while Quinn slips his off easily and you guide him to the couch.

"What do you want first, baby? Food or a shower?"

"I'm not really hungry" Quinn mumbles, laying on the couch and adjusting the ice pack under his neck. You sit on the couch handle, stroking his hair back from his forehead. "I know honey, but we should try to get something light in your system, if you're feeling upto it."

Quinn sighs. He knows you're right. "I can make you toast? Or a sandwich or something?" You offer, smoothing your thumb over his hairline.

"Do we have bagles?" He asks

"Yeah, we have bagles, I'll make you one of those?"

"Yes please," he mumbles, you plant a kiss on his forehead and go pop a bagle into the toaster, "can you do it with cream cheese and jam?" He asks, chewing on his lip nervously.

"Sure, Hon, I'm gonna make myself some tea. Do you want a cup?" You ask as you pull the cream cheese and jam out of the fridge.

"No thanks, I'm ok" he mumbles. After his bagle is done being made, you help ease him into sitting position, and sit next to him with your cup of tea. He eats a bit more than half the bagle, and you finish off the rest before deeming it time to shower.

You remember all the messages from his family, and quickly shoot them texts, saying that he's ok and you just got home and you'll talk more when he gets settled.

"I'm gonna put these back in the freezer while we shower, yeah?"

Quinn nods, handing the ice packs to you to put in the freezer. You help him up slowly and lead him to the bathroom. You keep the lights off and leave the door open so you have a little bit of light from the bedroom.

While the shower warms up, you grab a clean change of clothes for both you and Quinn and set them on the counter before helping Quinn strip. He has to brace an arm against the wall while you hold him steady with one hand and maneuver his clothes off with the other.

"I'm sorry," he murmers against your hair as you help him step into the shower.

"Oh Quinn, there's nothing to be sorry for," you say, sitting him on the shower seat.

"I'm sorry you have to take care of me like this." He huffs, resting his head against the cool Ike of the shower wall, "I feel so pathetic, " his voice cracks, and your heart nearly breaks.

"Quinn, my love, taking care of you is not a burden. It's a pleasure. I love you to the ends of the earth, and I would do anything for you, my sweets. " You kiss him on the forehead sweetly as if to prove your point.

He doesn't say much about it after that, but you can tell he still feels bad. You make quick work of washing his hair, being very careful of where a small bump has formed on his head. You scrub him down and rinse him off before shutting off the water.

You wrap a towel around yourself and then dry Quinn off gently before helping him change into his pajamas. "Let me change and then dry your hair a little bit before we have to put an ice pack on your head, ok?"

Quinn nods. He sits on the counter, leaning against the wall while you change into your pajamas. You plug in the hair dryer and dry his hair, keeping his head steady with one hand. As soon as his hair is no longer soaking wet, you help him off the bathroom counter and into bed. You grab the ice packs from the freezer and help him position them on his head and neck until he's comfortable.

"I'll be back in less than ten minutes, baby. I'm just going to grab your stuff from the car, ok?" You say pulling on a pair of sweats and a hoodie over your pajamas.

"Ok" Quinn mumbles, "I'll call if anything" he says patting his nightstand to make sure his phone is there.

You kiss him on the forehead and pull the bedroom door halfway closed so the light from the hall isn't too bright. Grabbing his car keys and your phone from the counter, you hit the call button on Ellen's contact as you slip out the door.

She picks up on the first ring "Hows he doing?" She asks immediately. She sounds distressed, maybe like she's been crying. You don't blame her. They probably haven't heard anything unless someone on the team contacted them, and you have no idea how bad it looked on TV.

"He's ok, Mrs. H, it's a mild concussion. His symptoms aren't worsening at all, and they said with some rest he'll be significantly better by tomorrow"

Her sigh of relief was unmatched. "He'll be out of play for a couple of weeks, but they just want to make sure he's back to 100% before he's playing again." The elevator finally opens, and you hit the button for the parking garage.

"Thank you so much, Y/n, im glad you're there with him. I know he's in good hands. I'll leave you be love, Jack and luke are super super anxious and would appreciate a call from you. Text me if anything happens."

"I will, Mrs. H, tell Mr. H I say hi"

"I will dear, thanks for taking care of our boy"

"Of course El, he's my boy too," you smile.

You swear you can hear Ellen smile over the phone. "We love you dear, I'll talk to you tomorrow ok. Don't forget to take care of yourself too"

"I will, I love you guys too. I'll text you updates"

"Alright, bye dear."

"Bye," you sigh, pressing the end call button, just as the elevator opens to the parking garage. As you press the button to open the trunk, you call Jack.

"Y/n," he huffs out, not even after a full ring. "How's Quinn? If he ok? What happened?" Before you can answer any of Jacks questions, Luke's voice cuts him off, "is Quinn ok? Are you guys at the hospital? It looked really bad -"

Before their panicked tangents can get worse, you interrupt them both. "Take a breath, you two," you say calmly, breathing exaggeratedly so they can copy you "in and out, relax. Quinn is ok. He's ok"

"He's ok?"

"He's ok" you repeat. You feel the tears start to build, and your voice cracks "He's ok"

"Oh Y/n." Jack says softly.

"It's ok, I'm ok" you say, more to yourself than to Jack as you wipe the tears away. "Hold on, gimme one sec." You say, setting down your phone as you pull Quinn's hockey bag out the car. You close the trunk, make sure the car is locked and head back to the elevator.

"Hi, sorry I'm back. I was just grabbing Quinn's stuff out the car."

"Can you tell us what happened?" Luke asks softly.

"He's got a concussion, and he's a bit bruised up, but other than that he's alright"

"Fuck, how bad is it?" Jack asks, the fear is evident in his voice, and you can't blame him. Concussions can be really bad sometimes.

"They said its a mild concussion, he's not throwing up at all, his memory is ok, he didn't injure his spine or anything, he'll be ok after a few days of rest. He probably wont be playing for a few weeks, but better safe than sorry."

"Oh thank God" both Jack and Luke huffed "isn't he not supposed to sleep for 24 hours after or something?" Luke asks.

You shake your head with a small smile "Thats a myth, Lukey. As long as I check on him every few hours its ok for him to sleep."

"Ohh, ok. Well that's good" Luke says.

"We are glad he has you Y/n, thank you for taking care of our brother."

"Always" you say softly.

"We'll let you go now, keep us updated?"

"I will, Jackie. You two get some rest, you have a big game tomorrow, love you guys"

"We love you too Y/n/n" both boys say, hanging up.

You sigh, leaving his bag at the door. "Y/n?" Quinns weak voice calls out from the bedroom. You rush to him immediately, scared that something is wrong.

"Yes, Quinny, I'm right here" you say kneeling beside the bed, and stroking his hair.

"You took long," he mumbles, pressing his lips against your wrist.

"I'm sorry love, I'm here now," you stand, stripping the hoodie and sweats off and climbing into bed next to him. You stay a little distance away, not wanting to hurt Quinn. But he grumbles at you, tugging on your shirt to get you to come closer. Normally, he would just grab you and pull you closer, but he's still weak.

"I don't wanna hurt you" you mumble, scooting closer so that you are tucked against his side. He tangles your legs together and rests his head against yours.

"Never" he says, pressing his lips to the side of your head. You rest one of your hands on his hip, under his shirt, stroking your thumb over his hip bone.

"How you feeling?" You ask softly.

"Beat" he mumbles "thanks for taking care of me"

"I'll take care of you for as long as you let me love" you say, pressing a gentle kiss to the underside of his jaw.

"Forever?"

"Forever."

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Wc: 3.1k

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satoruwiki · 3 months

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Could you write something with Todo sometime?

✦ ₊˚୭ DRESS UP FOR ME ❜ .⊹꒷₊

MINORS, AGELESS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI !!

content: nsfw; smut; porn w no plot; afab!reader; fem!reader; implied relationship; public sex; unprotected sex (oops); creampie

w.c: 1k

n/a: i had to look up todo’s age, i almost did not write abt him lol. got inspired by that one pic of amber heard cosplaying as a overwatch character bc apparently elon musk said she looked like her and then proceeded to have seggs w the cosplay on lmao. english isn’t my first language and im still a rookie at writing so bear with me please! any feedback/request/interaction supporting this post is very much appreciated :b

You stared at yourself through your phone camera, fixing minimum details on your hair and makeup, making sure you looked perfect and snapped some pictures of your outfit, happy with the result.

“How do I look?” You asked, doing a little spin to show your whole outfit, turning around to look at your boyfriend, who stood on the door frame, leaning his weight against it. “I think I did a pretty good job, especially with the makeup; what do you think?” You fidgeted with your fingers in anticipation, hoping for his approval. After all, the biggest Takada fan here was him.

Todo was speechless. The fact that you took your time to cosplay his favourite idol had his heart rattling in his chest and his cock half-hard by how good you looked right now.

"You look great, breathtaking even," Words faltered to describe what you were making him feel right now, his mind already flooding with thoughts of what he'd do to you if he had the time right now.

You giggled, standing on tiptoe to give him a short kiss. "Thank you, baby. Let's go to that meet and greet before we're late."

"Fuck- Baby, I’m sorry. I know I said I'd wait till we got home but- " Todo groaned, groping the fat of your ass as he pumped in and out of you languidly. He wasn't actually sorry, but he hoped you could forgive him for putting you in a compromising situation like this, at a convention of all places. “I can’t keep my hands off you when you look like this, so cute f'me,” He sighed, his eyes fixed on his girth thrusting in and out and stretching your tight cunt.

You covered your mouth to silence your moans, the adrenaline rushing through your veins as Todo fucked you in the bathroom stall. Your heart pounded in your ears, you weren't sure if it was the fear of being caught in the act that made you feel more sensitive than usual, but every stroke of his cock in your insides had you on the edge. His touch burned under your skin, the air thick with your gasps and his.

"Todo, let's go home," you sobbed between quiet moans; it was becoming more difficult to quiet your sounds as his shaft kept rutting into you and you got closer to your peak, your legs quivering as the band of coiling pleasure was about to snap.

He bent over to whisper in your ear, his cologne filling your nostrils. He always smelled so good that it made you moan. "And have other men come to you and ask for pictures?" Todo clicked his teeth disapprovingly, "Nah, we're not leaving without me marking you. Let them know that Takada's cute cosplayer has a man who has her crazy for his cock," He hissed, pressing his lips on the side of your neck. You winced, feeling his mouth nibble and suck at your skin, bruising it.

So that's why Todo was so adamant about dragging you into the washroom stall and fuck you right here right now. His jealousy had gotten the better of him when he noticed other men - losers, in his words- looking at you with the same eyes he did.

"Besides, you're close, aren't you? I can feel this pretty pussy throbbing and squeezing me so good," Todo panted, his cock twitching inside you as his broad hand slipped underneath your top, pushing your bra upside to fondle your breast, playing with your hardened nipple, your whole body shuddering underneath him.

You let out a breathy sigh, borderline a whine, your pretty face contorting into a scowl, nipping at your lip to stifle your moans. You'd never get used to the girth of his cock and how full it made you feel, nor its length, feeling its thrusts kissing your cervix so deliciously up to your throat, having your breath hitching and ragged and your mind clouded.

"Todo, harder, please," you begged, turning to look at him through your glassy eyes, meeting his thrusts striking your ass against his hips.

"Are you sure, baby, you want the whole world to hear how slutty you can be when I pound your pussy?" You nodded, a pout forming on your lips, needy whines escaping you.

Todo straightened his posture, his hand sliding back to your hips, his grip firm on them; something about you cosplaying his favourite idol and being so into getting fucked in public had his cock throbbing and him going feral. "You little minx, you're gonna get us in trouble," Todo grunted lowly, a lascive grin tugging the corner of his lips, "But I can't say no to you when you look so fucking hot like this."

He picked up his pace, his hips slamming against your ass, the sounds of squelching and smacking flesh loud enough to be heard outside the washroom. "Just stay as quiet as you can, okay, doll?" Todo grunted, babbling about how tight your soppy pussy felt once he went rougher with you, pressing his hand on your belly to feel his dick massaging your walls.

You arched your back, his cock going deeper inside you, pounding that spot that had you seeing stars and drooling.

Your walls spasmed and contracted, moaning his name. Todo's thrusts became sloppy, slow but rough. "Holy fuuuckk- always so fuckin' good, you always know how to take my cock," his breath shattered, emptying himself inside you in one final powerful thrust. You whimpered, his warm load gushing out of you and littering the floor beneath you.

"Shit, such a mess you made, babe," he said, caressing the side of your ass cheek before pulling out, tucking himself back in his slacks and putting your underwear back in place - he still wanted you to keep some of his cum inside you till you got back home so he could keep fucking you good.

"You alright? I didn't mess too much of your makeup, did I?"

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delcakoo · 1 year

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OMGGG I CANT STOP THINKING ABT JOCK NIKI AND SHY TUTORRRR I NEED MOREEEEEE

WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THE MAKE OUT SESS IN THE LIBRARY I NEED ALL THE DEETS 😍😍

part 1 lol

PAIRING ! jock!niki x tutor!gn!reader

WC ! 800ish

WARNINGS ! smooching and u and riki being so so cute

a/n: I DIDNT THINK ITD BE THAT EFFECTIVE ON ANYONE HELLO?? IM HONORED OK ENJOY !!

niki pulls away from the kiss, chuckling proudly at the string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to his. his right hand still rests on the back of your neck while the other grips the library table firmly. “and that one?” he inquires again.

you gulp, nervously glancing around the surrounding shelves of books. “it.. it was good..” as you mumble pathetically, you suddenly remember what you’re supposed to be doing. “..will you at least tell me what’s below the catella?”

he bursts into a disbelieving giggle, eyes crinkling into half-moons at your words. “all that and you’re still focused on tutoring me?” when you send him a warning glare (which he wasn’t phased by in the slightest), niki smirks. “the tibia.”

you nod, affirming that he was correct. “good job.” before he can do anything else, you swiftly stand to your feet and throw your belongings into your bag quicker and messier than you’ve ever done in your life. what made it all worse was that along with the piercing, hungry stare you could feel on your back the whole time, the taste of the boy was still fully on your tongue and lips.

“so thats it? gonna pack up and pretend nothing happened like last time?” he spits. you thought the jock was just playing with you — finding ways to make his ‘tutor sessions’ a bit more exciting — but you swear a hint of genuine frustration could be heard coating his sharp accusations.

you grit your teeth either way. “niki, this session ended ten minutes ago.”

tonguing the side of his cheek, he stands up himself while running strong fingers through his bangs. “and? fuck the session, i only care about you anyway.” you freeze. niki seems equally shocked, only realising his confession after another moment of silence passes.

“i..”

“look, i know your standards are too high for some fuck up like me so just- just pretend i didn’t say shit.”

it takes you a few blinks to process niki walking away, textbook and pencilcase tucked securely under his arm for you to hurrily chase after him. you pull the back of his navy hoodie with vigor, not taking another moment of hesitation before smashing your lips on his as soon as he stumbles around to face you.

he was the one to pull away first (which, for the record, had never happened before). “wh.. what- y/n?” niki questioningly stares down at you, a shimmer of hope reflecting in his pupils.

“i care about you too. i mean i- i think i like you, too,” you rush out.

his expression morphs instantly, a small beginning of a smirk forming as he leans against the nearest bookshelf. “i never said i liked you, did i?”

you frown, sending him a harsh glare. “niki.”

“sorry.” it was clear the male didn’t have much experience with such conversation judging by the way he scratched the nape of his neck, glancing off into space shyly. “so like.. i have a basketball game friday..”

“mhm..” you try not to laugh at his sudden change of attitude, edging him on with a nod.

“and if you wanna like- i don’t know, wearmyjerseyandcomewatchme or something.. i wouldn’t mind. and- and we can go eat somewhere after if you’re okay with taking the bus.”

you never imagined nishimura riki could be so cute, but somehow it brings butterflies to your stomach. “yeah, sure. that sounds good, text me the details?”

his eyes widen, mouth stammering as he takes in your response. "oh, uh- yeah, yeah i will.” pushing off the wall, niki only begins to walk away before he's quickly swivelling towards you again, rushing to plant a kiss on your forehead before taking off with promises of a text.

you nearly fail to miss the giddy smile on his face as he exits the library — not that you were any better with cheeks as red as your swollen lips.

one chance niki !!!!!!! ++ reblogs n comments r always appreciated if u enjoyed n want more pspsps

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prwcess · 5 months

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Under the floorboards

Mizu x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT!!!!! also blood, weaponry, fighting, and argument Lol!!!!

(reader believes Mizu is male)

The wood creaks under me and dirt tumbles around my ankles as i climb up from underneath the ancient home of a “Tanzaki”. Who knows who this man is, but as an assassin, i don’t think that’s my buisness.

I scurry through the surprisingly well kept tunnels as if a rat living under the floorboards, listening in to find several pairs of footsteps. Mainly from up ahead, yet it seems as through something’s .. sneaking up on me?

Drawing the illegally sold and bought european gun from my waist band and stand in silence, planning my next move as the steps get closer.

With no idea what to do as the door creaks open i aim the gun at the height of an average man’s head and steady my breathing, I hear the man draw a sword.

two steps.

two steps and i recognize those bright blue devil eyes.

I feel as though i’ve fallen into a trance, the familiar face rushing towards me causes no reaction. I lower the gun as i watch Mizu retreat.

“what are you doing here?” i ask, the last time i saw this man was after traveling with him place to place for a year, unknowing of his plans. I kept watch for new job opportunities, and once Mizu and I were done, we moved on to the next city. That was until we reached kyoto, where he disappeared leaving a trail of blood.

“i could ask you the same question.”

“well I-“

“why are you carrying that?” Mizu cuts me off and steps forward eyeing my gun, obviously brand new.

“I think i asked you a question first, did you leave all your etiquette back in kyoto?” i remark, genuinely forgetting the job I need to get done before sunrise.

“Im here to kill Tanazaki.”

he states quite plainly, the blank expression never quivering.

“well, i’m getting paid to do exactly that, and im not leaving here unless I do so myself.” i finish off and turn to step forward, ready to face whatever group of men in the next room, yet as I take a step I notice something… a lack of…

flooring.

I fall through into a darker and wider candle lit room, pillars on each side and walls with no doors.

coughing and hacking i look up as maxi climbs down under as well.

“don’t you have something you need to attend to?”

“you still talk a lot.” he mumbles examining our surroundings.

it seems as though there’s no exit, just one door in front, which i plan to let mizu explore as much as he wants.

I steady myself off the ground and attempt to launch myself off the wall to latch onto the ridges of the floor above, failing miserably.

“who’s there-..” i heard as my thud echoed throughout. Is that new? did they not hear my thud before? I loose myself in thought once more as I hear a creak. the hanging tapestries move and reveal a door. Something i should’ve been wary of before coming to kill the leader of a human chop shop.

As the newly discovered back door stained in blood creaked open I felt a quick jab to my waist up to my neck. Pulled behind a pillar with a hand around my neck and jaw and my mouth covered shut. In the moment, i lost my breath, a shiver falling down my spine from his cold touch. We listened in silence as 3 pairs of footsteps fell out the room, mumbles and chuckles. Do these men feel pity? Shame? Do they enjoy slaughtering innocent people to sell? The men fall into the next room and I pull my back off of Mizus chest, catching myself before i fall into a deep trance of thought.

i attempt stepping towards the bloody door, only to be held back by my wrist.

Without a word mizu let’s go and steps in front of me, waking towards the door. The room is empty. The remains of an old merchant lay on the table, filling the room with the scent of death.

“do you still care about what happened in kyoto?”

His sudden words perk me up,

what kind of question is that?

“did you care at all?” i snap, maybe a bit too hard on.

“i do.”

he says, facing away from me.

“you didn’t have the time to find me?”

i ask, truly curious why such a man would try to act like he cared.

“i think you stayed in the back of my mind. I have things to accomplish y/n.”

“interesting.” I look off to the side, acknowledging the old remains rotted to the bone, who knows who they could’ve been.

who knows what we could’ve been?

in just a flash i find mizu in front of me, staring down at me. “i need you.”

“excuse me?”

(Absolutely flabbergasted)

“travel with me again.”

“i need you, and your company.”

same full facial expression never faltered.

“maybe you just need my skill?” i find a smile on my face as I leaned against the bloody table, teasing the man who should clearly know Im accepting such an offer. No matter how angry I could’ve been i’ll always take an offer from Mizu.

“i want you, i don’t care about your weapons or your stealth.”

I watched him step closer and admired his hands as he rested them on my waist.

did he truly crave my touch or was he checking for another unknown weapon..?

as his cold hands made their way under my waistband i couldn’t help but give in to his touch, there’s no teasing or denying left for me.

“mizu…” I whisper softly, turning my head away to face the door.

“mm?”

his cold grasp releases one side of me and clutches my jaw turning me back to face him. Without hesitation he pressed a lustful kiss upon my lips and within nanoseconds the connection was back. Pushing him back slightly to create room never breaking said connection, I push myself on the table.

Mizus cold hands run deeper under my waistband, under the silk protecting me.

Before anything I open my eyes and put a hand against mizus chest,

“what about..” and without time to even notice the door Mizus spare knife is flung to stab the door shut.

#mizu #mizu x reader #blue eyed samurai #blue eye samurai #blueyesamurai #blueyesamuraixreader #anime #netflix

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waterloggedsoliloquy · 6 months

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mutual 1: sorry the update for my webcomic this week is a bit late! i really had to rush it so it prolly looks really sloppy lol [some of the most sophisticated comic art ive ever seen]

mutual 2: call me uterine lining the way astarions cervix got me bleeding profusely

mutual 3: do you think nanowrimo will give me a posthumous pity publishing deal if i mention it in my suicide note

mutual 4: okay fine i finally started revolutionary girl utena

mutual 5: does columbo know the service he did for butch lesbians. for all of us

mutual 6: wish you were here [blurry picture set of conifer woods in early autumn evening, taken as if frantically running down a winding trail]

mutual 4: im pretty hardy i dont need the trigger list but thanks for looking out for me guys

mutual 7: good morning lovelies another day the wizard tried to best me and another day i successfully locked him in the spare bathroom lol hope u like drinking shampoo fucker

mutual 8: here is a zip of every yuri manga scan i have and here is a backup in case i get dcma'd. the himejoshi lifestyle will never die

mutual 9: i wish i could go back in time to the shinzo abe assassination and ask to hold the doohickey

mutual 10: here's my essay on how wanting to be loved is the same as wanting to be eaten. three paragraphs in you'll find out that this is 100% tied to an obscure beauty and the beast manga i've been reading lately and how much i want to fuck the beast

mutual 4: oh thats why there was the trigger list.

mutual 11: YOU CAN'T LOCK ME IN THIS BATHROOM FOREVER

mutual 12: why do i have to defend my thesis to people i dont even respect. im not dickriding you just give me the degree

mutual 13: its just me and this scab ive picked into my scalp against the world

mutual 14: my little dragon got glazed and is ready to go into the kiln! everyone wish him good luck!

mutual 3: nvm i am a beautiful genius. perhaps the most beautiful genius of all

mutual 15: i think we should give david lynch rpgmaker and whatever happens happens

mutual 16: kpeyboaatrds brpokem gpuys

mutual 17: also heres my work in progress glossary of mixtec words! i still have a long way to go but i love being able to preserve my roots even in this small way

mutual 4: i just finished the black rose arc. question: what

mutual 18: i need emet-selch to be my wife

mutual 19: i need glados to be my husband

mutual 20: visited the ocean today!!! <3 beach pics!!! there is a darkness growing within me

mutual 21: the forms for my legal name change came in. pls vote in this poll of what my middle name should be: Dill Pickle (Dickle for short), Optimus Prime, Tumblr User Gorgonicteratologist, Smeve

mutual 22: just finished my 100th book of the year! this weeks read was the uses of enchantment by the psychologist bruno bettelheim,

mutual 23: reeses penis butter cups lol

mutual 4: i need to hunt akio for sport

mutual 24: oouugghhrgh. hot. dog.

mutual 25: your favorite character or fictional other would want you to brush your teeth and wash your face so you're well rested and wake up feeling refreshed! make them proud!

mutual 26: being a delivery driver isnt the worst job ive ever had but i do keep wondering what itd be like to drive off into the wild blue yonder one day and not come back

mutual 27: weird dog? [phone picture of critically endangered stork]

mutual 28: i think the two phone line polls in front of my house are having a lovers tryst. no way to prove it tho

mutual 4: WHAT

mutual 29: while you bitches are balduring your gates or finalling those fantasies im doing what a REAL gamer does. playing a b tier rpg that came out in 2004 for the 18th time

mutual 30: ^ real. hamtaro ham ham heartbreak is a masterpiece of interactive art. im not even going to call it a video game at this point

mutual 4: THAT'S HOW IT ENDS?! ANTHY?

mutual 31: can you help me pick which drawing looks better: 34% overlay or 36% soft light?

mutual 32: new video essay out. its called disability in video game narratives: final fantasy 14's most reliable fault. i churned the script out over an all-nighter and my mic crapped out halfway through but by god i did it

mutual 33: my new zine bundle is out! if you buy it you also get a discount on all my game jam games! i really cant wait for you to play them!

mutual 4: yall should watch revolutionary girl utena

#cecil drawls #long post #i love you guys

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sanccharine · 2 months

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14:30 | mm

pairing: assassin!momo x handler!reader

summary: good speakers are good liars, too bad momo is neither. co-written by @eternallyghosting chapter summary: momo spends the day with you

warning: sickeningly sweet, like makes me want to throw up actually

word count: 2.5k

a/n: assassin!momo is here because indigo works hard af. literally she wrote everything, again i didn't do jackshit for this part, didn't even open docs until yesterday lol. im just here to post and disappear like avatar aang, again :]

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You cursed as your oven timer dinged for the third time, barely managing to shove your hands into heat proof gloves before hurrying to take the baking tray out of the steaming oven. This had to be your sixteenth batch of heart shaped cookies, an apparent Valentine's day tradition. A cliche, more like, you rolled your eyes.

Although this influx of orders was no doubt good for your growing business, you were just about ready to gouge out your eyes if only to avoid looking at pink food colouring again.

You sighed, at least after this last order for Mr Moyo, you'd be done for the day. As you busied yourself with measuring the flour, something you could do in your sleep now based on the amount of times you'd made this exact recipe, the front door slammed shut.

Momo. Hearing the loud slamming noise would've given you a headache in any other situation, but not today. Today Momo had promised to give you a break from doing the dishes after seeing you knee deep in orders since the morning.

You hadn't even realized how tired you were until she came up behind you and laid her chin on your shoulder. You took a break from kneading and pulled her closer. Sensing your fatigue, Momo wrapped you up in her arms, gently turning you around and laying a soft kiss on your lips.

"Rough day?"

"Mmm," you didn't bother with a more coherent response. Momo got it anyway.

She gazed around at the heart cookies, with their light pink frosting and red and white sprinkles, and snorted, "I don't really get why people would want these."

A beat.

She rushed to add. "Of course not saying that because it's your baking! These look great babe, you've done a really good job on the decor." She cupped her warm hands around your cheeks, emphasizing that she didn't mean anything by what she'd said.

You shook your head, "It is a silly holiday."

"Exactly! That's what I meant," she kissed your cheek in apology.

You settled deeper into her hold. The dough could wait. "But still, it's kind of sweet that people celebrate Valentine's day," you murmured.

Momo could be quite dense sometimes. You had to often spell things out for her. But this, your unmentioned plea, she understood clearly. Maybe it was the exhaustion making you more sensitive than usual. Or maybe it was the sentimentality of the holiday that made you melt against her arm as she brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Tell you what, you finish up this last batch and I'll run you a bath. How does that sound?"

That did sound great. You gave her a grateful nod as you added, "there's extra frosting in the fridge if you want to try some."

Momo hurriedly disentangled herself and gave you another kiss before rushing to the said fridge. Perhaps it wasn't just you feeling the sentiments of the holiday.

With renewed vigour, you managed to toss the new batch of cookies in the oven, having to wait only for a couple minutes before filling up all your used dishes with soapy water. Although Momo had promised to do them for you, you couldn't just leave them be without rinsing atleast a few.

You trudged upstairs, where your nose was immediately met with the soothing scent of lavender, from the bath salts you had gifted Momo a few months ago. As you slipped into the bathroom, Momo turned to face you.

"So my next flight isn't for another few days."

You nodded silently, focusing on throwing your flour stained shirt into the laundry basket instead. Momo and you had discussed her flight over dinner last night so you didn't know why she was bringing it up again.

"I was thinking we could do something together."

Now that got your attention. You lifted your head and asked with a hint of a smirk, "I thought you said Valentine's day was a shitty occasion."

"I didn't say it like that! And also this doesn't have to be for Valentine's day," she added. "It could be just a date."

"Okay," you shrugged. You would do anything if it meant spending more time with Momo.

She perked up. "Great! I'll plan it out!"

Wait, what?

Before you could ask her anything, she smiled, said "Enjoy your bath!" and left, closing the door behind her.

As you enjoyed your much needed soak in the tub and made your way out of the bathroom, you found Momo hunched over on the bed with her glasses on and laptop in hand. You smiled to yourself. She hardly ever wore her glasses, so she must be taking this date planning very seriously.

As you crawled into bed, she turned her screen towards you and pointed excitedly. "Look!"

You took a look at a website showing various people with axes in their hands. Before you could ask about what Momo wanted to do with a Thor convention, you caught sight of the title at the top of the screen.

Axe throwing. Huh.

"Seems fun, doesn't it?"

You tore your glance away from the laptop to Momo's face, grinning widely and awaiting your answer. You were looking at her, but you weren't really seeing. The only thought in your mind was how cute those glasses looked on her. You really had to make her wear them more often.

"You're adorable," you blurted out as she nudged you for an answer.

Stifling a giggle, she rolled her eyes. "I'm taking that as a yes." And right away, she booked a slot for the two of you. You settled under the covers quietly, not really having any objections but also not expecting her to be so proactive about this date.

"There, all done. It's in the evening tomorrow." She put her laptop away on the bedside table and joined you under the warm duvet.

Not that the duvet stayed settled for long as her words jolted you up. "Wait, tomorrow? I can't tomorrow, I have to deliv—"

Momo took your hands, silencing you in the action. "I know, you have to deliver the cookies. But we could do those on the way to the facility."

You weren't convinced this easily. "What if someone isn't at home? What if we can't deliver some of the orders?"

She shook her head. "The time slot I booked is their last one. It's at 8 pm, which gives us plenty of time to make the deliveries, even if someone isn't home in the morning," she emphasized the end of her sentence to lay your worries at ease.

Kissing the hands still in her grip was the cherry on top, as you finally settled down again, content that Momo had it all planned out. She laughed quietly as she turned to face you, the faint yellow hue of the night lamp casting a glow on her face. "I wouldn't have booked the slot without making your deliveries happen, babe."

"I know, I just like having a plan." So what if your handler tendencies bled over into your regular life, having a plan was never a bad thing.

"You and your lists and schedules…"

"Hey, at least I'm not the one getting lost in a city because I can't read out the itinerary made for me!" It was a bit of a deep cut to bring up something that had occured on vacation years ago, but you couldn't resist teasing her.

And Momo retaliated by doing what Momo did best. When at a loss for a verbal attack, she mercilessly moved her hands up and down your sides, tickling you until your feet kicked and squirmed in the blanket.

She only stopped when you finally cried out for mercy, ceding victory to her if only to be able to breathe properly. Having eventually caught your breath, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows to situate your torso over hers and wipe off the smug smile on her face with a deep kiss.

"Goodnight, babe. I love you."

"I love you too. G'night."

True to her word, Momo had done all the dishes last night while you had been in the bath, and walking into a gleaming kitchen almost made you want to get on your knees and sob in relief. You loved baking, but cleaning up after was often the hardest part, something you absolutely had to be particular about no matter how tired you were.

You turned on the coffee machine just as the sounds of Momo rustling around in the sheets reached your ears. You were content to just stay in and share a cup of coffee, enjoying the morning sunlight streaming through the windows onto your kitchen counter. You looked around your carefully curated kitchen, at all the designs you had insisted on, knowing that it would be one of the places you spent the most time in. Your eyes landed on the pile of trinkets in the corner, stubbornly making themselves known in the pristine marble decor of the kitchen.

Despite your hatred of the mismatched colour scheme, that corner held a special place in your heart, after all, it contained all the little things Momo had brought back from her trips around the world. The woman was talented in many areas, but interior design was decidedly not one of them. She would buy whatever she thought looked cute, irrespective of whether it was something that would fit in your kitchen or was needed by you in the first place.

Still, you couldn't bear to hide it away. As your gaze landed on the porcelain soap dish Momo had brought back a few weeks ago, you had to stifle a laugh at the memory of that particular day. All things considered, it wasn't even as horrendous as some of the other things she'd purchased, but her reasoning for buying it was what had you stumped. You remembered her ravenously eating forkfuls of the pie you had made to celebrate her arrival (and the difficult mission you knew she'd undertaken), before she had sprung up from her seat to haphazardly search through her bags.

Having found what she was looking for, she had tossed the dish towards you, and beamed as though expecting praise for her 'thoughtful' purchase. You couldn't lie, the gift had you bewildered for a good couple of minutes as you wracked your brain trying to recall why this dish would be of particular significance to you. Momo had impatiently gestured at you to turn the dish over and "look at the back!", where you found a 'Made in Greece' stamp over the dish. Although that gift had greatly confused you to the extent of looking like the human equivalent of a keyboard smash, it brought a smile to your face knowing that Momo carried your love of Greek myths with her wherever she went.

The subject of your thoughts bounded down the stairs just as you wrapped up that precious memory. Her hair was mussed up from having rolled around in bed, and her bleary eyes indicated that she wasn't fully awake yet. But to you, she had never looked better. You loved Momo like this, all soft and pliant in the morning, making you feel like you were in a never ending Sunday.

You must have taken a second too long to acknowledge her, as she whined at not immediately receiving her good morning kiss. You moved towards her and obliged, before getting a hold of her wrist and gently dragging her off to where your twin coffee mugs stood, ready for a lazy start to your day.

The rest of your day went by similarly in a haze, with you dividing your time between wrapping up your final orders, and making the most of Momo being home. Once the admittedly long and lazy breakfast was over, you enlisted Momo's help in reorganizing your closet, getting rid of items you didn't use anymore. Then, after hastily vacuuming your bedroom, the two of you made a quick lunch of enchiladas (well, you cooked and Momo tried not to get in your way), before settling down on the couch and scrolling through Netflix for a new show to watch.

You sighed contentedly in her hold as Momo, eventually tired of trying to find something new, clicked on the long memorised sitcom favoured by you. As your eyes glazed over the familiar scenes, you lauded your past self for closing off orders even though Valentine's Day was still two days away; you got to make the most of your time while Momo was still home.

By the time the afternoon hues of the sun had started to darken to twilight, you had already finished a season of the show you had put on, as well as two cups of tea and a bowl of popcorn. Deciding to clear up a bit, you turned off the television with a groan of protest from Momo, before eventually tugging her off the couch and upstairs to get ready for your deliveries.

Momo had been right in booking the 8 PM slot for your date, and as you watched her carefully load all the orders into the backseat of your car, a serene feeling washed deep in your bones. All it took really was a four letter word.

Home.

Time.

Love.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Momo asked as you slid into the passenger seat.

You had an absent smile on your face as your fingers drummed against your thighs. "Mm, just thinking of how all it takes is a four letter word."

Momo leaned over, grabbing and fastening your seatbelt for you in a swift motion. "You're thinking of 'sexy', right?" she smirked.

You felt your cheeks being pulled upwards as the absent smile blossomed into a full one. "I was thinking more of 'dork' but okay."

"Nerd."

"Fool."

"Rude."

"Mean."

The two of you traded back and forth before Momo suddenly said, "Y/N".

"Hmm? That's not how—"

"I love you," she giggled. This time it was you who leaned in, pushing forward as much as your seatbelt would allow, and sealed her giggles with a kiss. "Wife," you murmured against her as she pulled you in closer upon hearing that fall from your lips, a revered whisper.

Despite everything in you screaming not to, you eventually pulled yourself away and let Momo start the car. You settled in your seat, putting a hand over your heart to calm it's racing, but to also feel how strongly it beat. For Momo. While the pair of you weren't really convinced by the traditions of Valentine's Day, and scorned at how the town had blown a quarter of its budget on tacky pink and red decorations, you couldn't deny just how full your heart had felt today. How it felt everyday you were by her side.

You had your own traditions with her, of course you did, honed after years of being together, but it all boiled down to one thing, a simple four letter word: Momo.

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: happy valentines day y'all, tell people that you love them !!! or don't, or tell them that you hate them lol, idk don't let me tell you how to spend your day :P

taglist: @someone-who-likes-broccoli @happilychaengs

#a game of hide and seek #mala's collection #sanccharine #indigo's archive #eternallyghosting :]#momo x reader #twice x reader #momo fluff #jype twice #twice imagines #momo imagines

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suwbuns · 1 year

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E-DATERS! | catfishing

SYPNOSIS. moving back to korea from america, y/n is excited to reunite with her old friends and make new ones. what she doesnt expect is to find herself reuniting with her “ex-boyfriend” from 10 years ago who she dated over minecraft. what makes things worse? he happens to be her favorite streamer who she has been pinning after for years.

written + screenshots below!

with a random youtube video playing on one monitor and his minecraft browser running on the other, beomgyu briefly glanced at his second screen, scanning the chat log to see if any join message had appeared.

he had been on his computer for almost an entire 24 hours, not that it was different than his normal routine, but what made it different was the fact that he had been waiting specifically for her the whole time. he spent 2 of those hours exploring the world that he hadnt touched ever since the day he had realized that y/n was not coming back, swarmed with past memories and nostalgia that pressured him into wanting to talk to her again.

13 year old beomgyu waited days for her; when his parents were asleep he would secretly sneak down the stairs to the family desktop and when he would get out of school he would rush back home and go straight to his computer, each time logging back into the game to check for any signs that she might’ve been there.

she said she would only be gone for 2 weeks, but for 5 whole months he waited for her.

even til this day, beomgyu had no clue why he cared so much about the girl he never met. a childish online relationship that managed to have such a tight hold on him.

“this is ridiculous” he scoffed at himself, realizing the situation that he was on that had him waiting on her, again.

“all this for a girl, who for all i know, might not even be a girl!” he threw his hands up in the air, growing frustrated, he moved his mouse to click out of the game and possibly never return to it again.

diamondgirl123 has joined the game.

completely freezing in his tracks, his eyes fixated on the join message and read it over and over again. the tight grip that he had on his mouse loosened, yet his cursor had still hovered over the exit button.

diamondgirl123: hey

diamondgirl123: um sorry for leaving so suddenly earlier, i was just startled

diamondgirl123: its been a while tho, how are u?

furrowing his eyebrows, a million thoughts had swarmed him, causing him to feel conflicted about her sudden appearance. he didnt know why he felt such anger and annoyance, after all, didn’t he stay in hopes that she would show up?

he wanted more from her. that out of those years he was left hanging, didn’t he atleast deserve better than that? disregarding her question, his fingers flew across his keyboard to type a response.

gamerboycbg01: yeah, it has.

gamerboycbg01: why show up now lol, you did a good job disappearing.

he anxiously drummed his fingers against the wooden surface of his desk, beginning to overthink if whether or not his reply was too rude and blunt, considering its been a while since they last spoke. before he could type out an apology, a new message appeared from her.

diamondgirl123: im sorry.

diamondgirl123: do you have a social media we can chat on? ill explain everything there

diamondgirl123: it just feels weird to be having a serious conversation over minecraft lol

gamerboycbg01: uh yeah gimme a sec

with the adrenaline running through him and his anger subsiding at her sudden question, beomgyu felt himself panicking at the thought of having to expose his identity. ripping his headset from his ears, beomgyu bolted across the hallway and opened a door abruptly to jeongin in his computer chair. his knees were pulled tightly towards his chest as he sat back, engrossed in whatever k-drama that he had yet to finish.

his head snapped towards the boy who walked through his doorway, rolling his eyes and continuing to fixate his attention on his screen when he realized the culprit of the interruption.

“ever heard of knocking? what if i was—“

“yeah yeah i dont care” beomgyu interrupted. “i need another twitter account, do you still have the password to the account with a decent amount of followers?

“why? are you planning on catfishing some random girl to prove to us that you are capable of being good with women?” he responded, chuckling lightheartedly at the boy. “because im telling you, the only thing youre going to get out of it is your name trending on twitter and 50 thousand lost followers.”

following his snarky remark, jeongin received a slap towards the back of his head, yelping at the sudden pain.

“alright fine!” jeongin frowned, rubbing the back of his head as if it would aid in settling the sensation.

“yeah i still have it. you better change the account name though,” jeongin said, taking beomgyu’s phone out of his hands to type in the account details. “because the last time i used this account, i was catfishing as some 10 year old girl to catch online predators for content.”

beomgyu hummed in response, obtaining his phone back from jeongins grasp. scrolling through the account, beomgyu made a mental note of the things to change, including the dozens of inappropriate tweets before he could send the profile to you.

“do you think you can give me another name with the same initials as me? cbg?”

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taglist. @openingssequence @suburbiataehyung @shinypieceofgarbage @koeuh @captivq @beowmgyu @qluvrv @ikaeryn @whippedforbeomgyu @i8lhee @heyanonymous123 @vanicogh @sulliefimmie @tae-ology @milkycloudtyg @ox1-lovesick @soobsfairy444 @sulliefimmie @jaxavance @peachenle @pokyloky @peachybeom @alpha-mommy69 @fatoompie @ashxxkook @soobsdior @viagumi @rikismiel @luvsoobs

fun fact! jeongin gave the name bogum because park bogum was the lead actor in the kdrama he was watching 😭

a/n. sorry i didnt post yesterday i literally knocked out when i got homeee. but idk if i will continue daily updates we will have to see, also i caNT WRITE FOR SHIT 😭😭😭

#beomgyu fanfic #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu smau #beomgyu x reader #txt beomgyu #txt fanfic #txt imagines #txt smau #txt x reader #beomgyu #txt scenarios #txt #tomorrow by together #txt oneshots #beomgyu oneshots #beomgyu scenarios

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greencways · 2 months

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Could you do a fic where JJ is nervous to tell the reader that she has a crush on them.

💌 i’m actually 100% certain that this is NOT what you meant but i hope you like it?

💌this fic is so long it’s like 3K lol

💌 extremely antsy, a little fluff if you squint

💌 trigger warnings include; gun violence, hostage situation, kidnapping, miscarriage, shouting and screaming, threatening

It was your first day at the BAU, Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner was showing you around the BAU and introducing you to everyone "Jennifer Jareau is our Media Liaison, she'll be here soon" Aaron nodded as you profoundly thanked him for taking time out of his day to do that for you.

You were walking past the elevators when you heard someone come out in a rush, she accidentally bumped into you because she didn't look where she was going because of how stressed she was, you could tell she wanted to tell the team something you just weren't sure what it was "oh honey I'm so sorry" she said as you stumbled backwards a bit, managing to fall on the floor "here, let me" she held out her hand for you to take, you looked up at her and accepted her offer she was gorgeous, she was a tall blonde with these piercing blue eyes, she was wearing a white shirt and a matching plaid skirt and blazer with black heels.

"Some first impression, huh" the mysterious woman smiled "I'm JJ" she smiled, her hand still wrapped around yours, now gripping for a handshake.

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N, It's my first day" you mirrored the same smile "I'm sorry, are you Jennifer Jareau? The Media Liaison?" you questioned.

JJ smiled and threw her head back as she laughed and nodded "Aaron has already introduced you to everyone huh, that's normally my job"

"Afraid so" you laughed.

"Come on, don't wanna be late on your first day" JJ winked as you walked together in the bullpen.

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From that day on you knew you had a crush on JJ, you knew that she was unattainable but that didn't stop you from liking her, being around a bunch of profilers didn't help either, normally it was fine and you could handle your crush around everyone but Emily Prentiss could read you like an open book.

It started when she made two coffees, one for her and one for Emily but Emily already thanked her and she shrugged as she gave you one, you have the same order as Emily so you gladly accepted, as she gave you the coffee, her fingers ghosted yours slightly and they lingered more than they needed too, both of your flushed cheeks as you smiled the other "Thank you for the coffee Jay" you quickly hid your face and nodded again as a thank you.

"You're the only one that calls me that, you know" she nudged you playfully as she laughed and tucked one side of her hair behind her ears.

What really solidified your crush was one night at girl's night, around 6 or 7 months into working there, you were all playing a game of truth or dare when Penelope asked JJ if "she would kiss anyone on this team" and she quickly glanced at you and then glanced down, she was drunk and she definitely wouldn't remember this in the morning, in fact, none of them would, you were the designated driver and you weren't really much of a big drinker anyway so it worked out.

Emily saw you leaning on the bars looking over the bullpen, starting out at everyone, JJ being in your vision, she playfully teased you as she walked over to you, leaning in the same position next to you "she has a boyfriend, you know, Will Lamontange"

"The detective on the Jones case?" you recalled from around 2 years prior.

"Hmm" Emily affirmed as she nodded her head "the very same one" she put a hand on your shoulder as her way of saying sorry.

A week later when you got to the BAU, Hotch was about to call wheels up when JJ stopped you all.

"Guys..." she started.

"Is everything okay, JJ?" Emily turned around, you standing next to her doing the same too.

"I'm pregnant" JJ gulped and closed her eyes, unsure of how everyone would react "and Will proposed to me and I said yes"

"That's great Jay, Im so happy for you" you beamed as you walked over to her holding your arms out to indicate a hug.

"Thank you" she whispered in your ear.

Another chorus of cheers and celebrations came after the news, you were so happy that your friend was pregnant, you knew from the way she acted around children on cases that she would be the best mother anyone would wish for, but another part you longed that you were in Will's position, you wanted nothing more than to wake up to her every morning, make her coffee and kiss her goodbye on your days off and in the elevator when you got into work, you wanted to be the one she would come home to when you were cooking food and she was vent to you about her day, you wanted to do it all, you didn't hold it against Will though, through meeting him several times because of how close you and JJ were, he became a friend too.

"Excuse me" you smiled as you made your way into the bathroom, you knew that this was ridiculous, you were stupid to think you even had a chance with Jennifer Jareau in the first place, Emily picking up on your sadness straight away followed you into the bathroom.

"Y/N are you in here?" she called out.

"No" you muttered through sobs.

"Talk to me" Emily replied sternly.

"Are you here on your own? is anyone else with you?" Your spoke, a little louder this time.

"Just me honey" she took a deep breath.

"It's stupid" you laughed it off as you unlocked the bathroom door.

"Your feelings are never stupid Y/N.... what's up"'she walked over to you and hugged you.

"I was stupid for even thinking I had a chance with her in the first place"

"Y/N" Emily pushed.

You laughed at Emily's seriousness "I'm really happy for her though" you smiled sadly.

"I know you are" Emily returning the same smile.

So now, here you were almost 10 years later, on a case with JJ, attempting to chase down a kidnapping, you and JJ sprinting into the building where a man was holding 2 women hostage.

"Everybody out" you screamed, people running past you as JJ held the door.

"GO get out, FBI" JJ screamed at the same time the unsub was firing a gunshot.

"Put your weapons down. NOW" the unsub, who's name you both learned was Casey, screamed as he was choking a woman to stop her from escaping.

"That's not gonna happen" JJ said calmly, your eyes darted towards JJ and then back over at Casey.

"Melissa take it" he screamed at the other girl stuck in the building "take it, I'll kill your daughter you know I will, point it at them. NOW!" both of your guns trained on Melissa as she held a gun towards you with a shaky breath and shaky hands.

"Drop your guns now" he demanded, you looked over at JJ and she nodded slightly, you lowered your guns at the same time "Pick them up" your eyes looked from Melissa to your gun as she did just that.

"Please just let my daughter go" she begged, her hands still shaking.

"Melissa, we haven't finished our little game yet"

You looked at JJ and she looked just as confused as you, both guns are targeted at you, you couldn't do anything and you never felt more scared.

Melissa made you drop the floor and she tied your hands behind your back with duct tape "don't worry, it's gonna be okay" you smiled slightly, her doing the same.

"Hurry up" Casey groaned "get over here" reluctantly she walks over to him "You think you're so much better than me, but you're not" both of the guns trained on her, he jerked his head to JJ and smirked "shoot her" he said smugly handing Melissa a gun "or i'll kill your daughter"

You looked over at JJ but she shook her head to indicate that she'll be okay.

"Come on, she's got nothing to do with this, okay? just let her go" JJ begged.

"Shoot her" he screamed, the gun inching more toward Melissa's face.

"Casey, she's not a part of this, okay? you have no reason to hurt her, just let her go" JJ's begs came out more of a demand, you couldn't even look at her, your eyes focusing on everything except from the woman you had secretly loved who was about to die.

Casey ripped the gun out of Melissa's hands and walked over to JJ, the gun shoved into JJ's chest and he gripped her hair tightly to stop her from getting away, you leaned over slightly to heat the conversation better.

"I wasn't talking to you" Casey seethed, his hand still gripped onto her hair, he tugged again and let her go, he got up and made his way over to Melissa's daughter and pulled her up, flinging her over to the other side of the room as she landed on a mirror.

You leaned around the corner to see if she was okay, when you felt a gun press to the middle of your forehead "do not move"

Casey screamed at you, too afraid to say anything you nodded as tears streamed down your face "new deal" she walked backwards still keeping eye contact with you as he gripped onto Melissa's bicep and swung her around to face him "now you need to kill one of these two" you turned to JJ who had her eyes focused on the floor, her eyes glassy, as she turned to you for a split second to turn back away.

Melissa took a deep breath and scanned the room "who's it gonna be?" Casey asked, her gun already pointing at JJ.

"Please, I don't wanna do this" she begged

"Focus, Melissa" he demanded.

"Judge, you got to decide, that's what you do right?" her gun now pointing at you "decide, life or death, with the flick of your gavel"

She was about to shoot you when the phone rang, it scaring everyone "answer it, Casey answer it"

"Shut up" he rolled his eyes at you and focused his attention back onto Melissa "Pull the trigger" he demanded, the telephone still ringing, he ripped the telephone cord so it was cut off "focus Melissa" JJ glanced over towards you, it was evident now that JJ was scared, she looked terrified and you couldn't do anything about it "pull the trigger" Casey demanded once more.

"Casey" JJ quickly spoke up, you turned her head to face her "if Melissa won't play..."

she balanced on her knees and sat up "I will" she said slowly standing up, your eyes followed her as she was fully stood up "truth or dare, that's your game, right? I'll play" she shrugged.

"Melissa, the weapon. NOW" you knew that he wanted JJ dead and you also knew that neither you or JJ could do anything about it.

"Casey" you spoke softly as he quickly turned towards you with the gun in his hands" I know what it's like to be wrongly accused"

Casey walked next to JJ and circled around her "okay, agent..." he waited for JJ to introduce herself.

"Jareau" JJ finished.

"Agent Jareau... truth or dare" he smirks.

"Truth" she whispers and you roll your eyes and reached out for the broken glass to cut myself free from earlier.

"If I think you're lying or stretching out the truth, in the slightest, I'll kill her" his gun now pointed at me.

"yeah" she whispered.

"You ever shoot anybody before?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes I have" JJ answered honestly, not being able to look him in the face.

"You enjoy it?" he smirked.

"No" JJ shook her head and closed her eyes in shame.

"LIAR" he screamed shooting at me, barely missing my arm slightly, as I screamed slightly.

JJ hid her face away from the gun and then turned to face me panicking to check if I didn't get hurt, her breath shaking "no no no, I'm not lying, ok I'm not lying, the people I shot I had no choice, but I did NOT enjoy it I didn't" she stammered "okay you asked and I told the truth, okay, I told you the truth" she said whilst I was still working through the duct tape with the glass "so now it's my turn, right?" she said sternly "that's how this game's played, we take turns." she stopped to take a breath "truth or dare?" her breath less shaky.

"Truth" he nodded his head in anticipation.

"What's it gonna take for all of us to walk out here alive, for this to end peacefully?" a hint on concern in her eyes.

"I ain't going back to prison" the gun still on her "my turn truth or dare?"

"Truth" JJ replied.

"I want you to say something you're afraid to say, that you'd never tell anybody and you better make it good, cause if it's not, it's gonna be the last thing you ever say, what's it gonna be?"

JJ's shoulders shook and she took a breath "there are only four people in trust in this world"

"Boring" he mocked as he shot Melissa's leg "NEXT!" he demanded to hear something better.

"Um... my.." she shook her head, it was evident that she hadn't really told anyone the story she was about to tell, she hadn't really told anyone that she trusted nevermind a complete stranger "my baby I lost. I um.. mmm" she grunted "I wanted to name her Maggie" tears came out slowly, her eyes focused on the floor as she was too afraid to look anywhere else.

"WRONG" he shouted in her face "come on, you can do better than that"

"Casey" you interfered.

"SHUT UP" his gun now on me.

"Okay okay okay" JJ said as he grabbed her shoulders and slammed her back down on her knees.

"Something you would never say aloud, not even to your partner here, your deepest darkest secrets, impress me or I kill her"

She looked over at me apologetically and I looked at her back with a furrowed brow.

"COME ON" Casey shouted.

"Y/N/N, um" you could tell she was holding back sobs "Ive always loved you" you scanned her face for a hint of deception but there wasn't any, the woman you had loved for 10 years just admitted to loving you, your head started to hurt "and I was just too scared to say it before" she carried on, she was crying, sobs echoing throughout the building "and now things are just really too complicated to say it now"'she was right, now with a husband and two children, even though you still loved her, you couldn't tell her to divorce Will and leave her children that would be way to idiotic.

Your lip quivered as this conversation was actually happening, you wanted this conversation but 10 years ago, it was far to late now.

"You" he turned to you with a gun "truth or dare?"

"Um.." your lip quivered and your hands shaking "dare"

"Kiss her" he laughed.

"What did you say?" you looked up at him, your mouth open.

"You heard me, kiss her" he laughed again.

You looked over at JJ who nodded, signaling that it was okay to do so, she shuffled towards you and you kissed her, it was everything you imagined but you knew that you weren't going to be the same after this.

"I'm sorry" she exhaled loudly "but you should know" you gave her a gentle smile, her sound the same.

"Hot damn, that's what I'm talking about, now those are some last words right there, but not good enough to save your life"

Too distracted by the gun, what he didn't see was you pulling out yours and you shouting him you and JJ watched in awe as his body fell between you.

JJ stood there, both of you in silence as you cut JJ free, she turned to you slowly "Y/N I'm so sorry, I should’ve told you sooner" she gave you a tearful look, hiding it behind a smile.

"Don't" you stopped her with a hug.

All of a sudden, agents bursts through the door, JJ turned around suddenly "we need an ambulance, ever got three down, three have been shot" you watched JJ walk over to Melissa, JJ bent down and started untying her "hang in there, okay? help is on its way" you smiled slightly, the thing that you loved most about JJ was her altruistic response to almost everything, she would always make sure that everyone else was okay and checked out and safe, before she would even check to see if she had any bruises.

When you were out and all both of you had a medical checkup, you walked over to JJ in the bullpen as she was setting down her briefcase "hey you" you walked over to her and sat on her desk.

"Hi honey" she smiled as she carried on unpacking her things.

"Did you mean it? what you said in there?" you stuttered, picking at your fingers, not wanting to hear the answer.

"Y/N" JJ looked up at you "I have a husband and kids, I have Will, I-" she started.

You looked up at her "but did you mean it?" you questioned.

JJ nodded slowly "yeah" she whispered.

"JJ if it's any consolation, I felt the same way" you smiled "pathetically for a long time" you shrugged at the latter of the sentence, you and JJ laughed slightly

"You did?" JJ said shockingly.

You nodded slowly "Since that girls night, where you said you would kiss someone at worked and looked at me" you laughed, JJ returned your answer with a puzzled expression "you were so drunk, I just assumed you didn't remember it the next day" you shrugged once more "never brought it up again" you smiled pushing yourself up to jump of JJ's desk.

"I've always loved you too JJ" you smiled and hugged her.

#criminal minds #fanfic #jennifer jareau #aj cook #jennifer jareau x reader #jennifer jareau x you #jj x reader #yn #jennifer jareau x female reader #jj x yn #jj x female reader

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hii can u write some fluffy cuddles or smthn with ghost and a male reader...everything is either f reader and there's very few gn readers for him im asking for crumbs at this point lolololollol

A/N: HELLO! It’s a short Drabble but I hope you enjoy <33

Reader is not in any special forces or anything, he is a citizen :) also I’m sorry I usually write Gn so I don’t mention the gender often, but I hope you still enjoy this ;D

Warnings: NOT PROOF READ LOL but otherwise none really? Maybe some suggestive smut but not actually implied, Gun is mentioned. If there is more please let me know ;)

Simon „Ghost“ Riley x (Male) Reader

Your partner Simon had left around 7 weeks now for some „super top secret mission“ or something. You knew he had to do this, that it was his job and all but it was like you started to grow distant. You loved him, but you weren’t sure if you could put up with this much longer. He left when he was called, even after he just had a mission. It was just frustrating, but you grew to live with it. Just recently you noticed your frustration with it.

It was around 8 in the evening when you heard noises from your front door. Immediately you rushed as silent as possible to your living room shelve, pushing some books away and grabbing the gun, ghost left for you in emergencies. You knew ghost was a known man amongst many other people like him, which put you in danger as well. People could look for you, kidnapp you or kill you, just so Ghost would be vulnerable enough to eliminate. Of course you two tried to keep things secret for the sake of you, but you could never know.

You held the gun close, slowly cocking the safety off and pointing it at the front door. You snuck behind the door just in time before the door opened. Slowly. So very slowly. Your heart was pounding like you’ve just sprinted 10 miles without stopping. A tall man in a hood walked in, almost sneaking in. You could only see the back of the strangers head. When the stranger was inside enough you put the gun against their back and closed the door „Identify yourself“ you demanded, yet in a calm and low voice.

The stranger didn’t move, slowly putting his hands up in the air before turning around, too fast. Way to fast for you to react in time. Your wrist got twisted what made you drop the gun and hissing at the pain running through your wrist. You tried to defend yourself but oh boy was the stranger strong. The tall man pushed you against the door, to your disbelief rather gentle. As your eyes looked with those of the stranger you gasped „Simon!“ you let out a sigh of relief

You didn’t have to see his entire face to see that he had a smirk on his face „We really need to resume your self defends training, love“ his familiar, British voice was like music to your ears. You chuckled and stood still for a second, taking all of him in before an idea came to your mind. You used his distraction to your advantage to pull him close, sneaking a leg behind his and sweeping him off his feet, causing you and him to land on the floor. Immediately you locked him in, you on top of him while ghost was on his back facing you. Your legs and thighs blocked his arms to his side so you really just sat on top of him.

„We have to resume what?“ you teasingly said while smirking at the Lieutenant. Simon didn’t say anything at first before chuckling. You didn’t really know why, if he really thought you surprised him or something else? Definitely something else because from a moment to another ghost had your legs locked behind him, holding them tight but not enough to hurt you. He lifted you up with ease and just walked to the bedroom, throwing you on the bed.

A shiver ran down your spine „Well.. maybe I do need to resume the training“ you eventually said. Exhaustion hit you like a truck in that moment. You didn’t realize how tense you were the whole time. You sat up and looked to your partner „Come to bed. It’s late“ your voice was less teasing, more like a whisper. Ghost came closer, eventually joining you on the bed. He reached for your face, caressing your cheek with one „I‘m sorry I took to long.“ His dark eyes locked in with yours, you couldn’t help but smile at him softly „It’s okay.. I will always wait for you. Always“ you assured him. You leaned into his touch before reaching for his face.

You gently pulled off his mask, revealing the face you fell in love with. You two sat there for a while before ghost grabbed the blanked and pulled you in. Your head laid in his chest, while his arms embraced your body. You breathed in his scent, fearing you will one day never smell the scent off your lover again. You closed your eyes and remembered why you never left Simon‘s side. You loved him. Unconditional love. It was Love that kept you going, love you felt for him that made you stay with him.

And ghost knew that. The way he held you was a way that screamed ‚I love you‘ and you valued it. Ghost wasn’t a guy that was good with words, it was the way he handled you, but even you knew that at times, Simon would express his feelings for you in words „I love you. I can’t believe what luck struck me when I met such an amazing man like you y/n“ he said. His voice a mere whisper as if it would break if he talked louder „I love you too Simon..“ you whispered.

His chest rose regularly up and down but his heard was beating fast. Fast for you. He stroke your back while big spooning your embrace. Your feet were tangled together as you slowly drift into sleep, but before you did you spoke your mind „Simon.. please don’t leave soon. Stay with me for a while“ ghost chuckled and sighed „I will. As long as I can“ with that conformation you drifted into a nice sleep. The nicest sleep you had in 7 long weeks.

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undertale-writing-times · 6 months

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Hi, How would the bad sanses and the star Sanses (including their variants) react if they got a call from their babyboneses school saying that they are throwing up blood?(im sorry if this makes you uncomfortable)

Hi! :D I'm sorry, but there would be too many to add every version of Horror, Killer, Dust, Nightmare, Dream, Ink, and Swap Sans :3

You can send this ask again if you want more ^w^

Nightmare: Well of course that makes him panic! What do they mean that they’re throwing up blood?! What caused it? Did it just happen out of nowhere? After telling Y/n, he goes to pick up the babybones and gets a Sci Sans to bring him home too, so he could check his babybones out to make sure that they weren’t, you know, dying. He’s going to be really on edge until he learns that they’re healthy, and if not, then he's NOT going to be fun to deal with for ANYONE.

Killer: He would be confused for a moment. What? What do they mean by throwing up blood? How much? Once he heard that it wasn’t just a simple thing, the shot of panic that went through him was almost laughable! He grabs Y/n and they go to pick up their babybones and take them to the hospital. He’s freaking out and wondering if maybe this is caused because they’re a hybrid? Was there anything that he could do to help them? Or did he just have to wait? He hated just having to wait… he was a more action forwards type of person, you know?

Dusty: He is also panicking, but quieter. He doesn’t tell Y/n right away; he would go to pick the babybones up from the school, ask exactly what happened, then take them to the hospital to be checked out. If it turns out to be bad, he would tell Y/n over the phone, but if it is something not TOO bad, he would tell them later so they don’t panic too much. Pappy would most likely try to tell him that it’s his fault, though he’s able to luckily block out his brother at the moment.

Axe: He rushes right to the school when he hears that his babybones was hurt. Babybones was hurt and needed to be protected, needed to be helped! It was his job to protect his babybones. If there is anyone near them when he gets there, he will have to stop himself from snarling and growling at them, before he huffs and takes his babybones home from school that day and asks Y/n to take the babybones to the hospital for a checkup; he can’t go himself since hospitals are a bad place for him. He would sit by the door and wait for them to get home to hear what happened to his babybones. He’s freaked out :( I feel bad for him.

Error: I feel like Error would, honestly, leave it up to Y/n. They aren’t the best at handling that sorta thing, but they do have a few questions, and they wonder if something happened that would cause it. If they hear that the throwing up blood was caused by someone trying to bully their babybones somehow, they will kill whoever did it… or trap them, whatever they are allowed to do. If it was caused just by something else, they would still question it and be nervous, and they hate that they’re nervous. Feelings are annoying.

Dream: He’s panicking hard! What do they mean that they started to throw up blood?! Have they told their teacher? He would call Y/n while rushing to the hospital, checking on them, and asking the teacher what happened to cause this? If it was nothing the teacher knew, and his babybones didn’t know either, he would take them to the hospital for a checkup. He’s, honestly, scared because what if it is caused by them being a hybrid? Or do they have too much magic? Too much magic could be unhealthy for them? Crap, this isn’t good at all.

Ink: Oh yeah! I do that too! He would say with laughter, “Well, more ink but I mean, what’s the difference lol?” he literally said l-o-l out loud… Weirdo. Yeah, honestly, the best choice for the Babybones is to call and tell Y/n instead of Ink. He’s really not the best.

Blueberry: He would be there faster than anyone could snap their fingers. He’s asking many questions, too many to most likely keep up with, and uses his healing magic to heal anything that could be hurting them. He would still take them to the hospital, of course, but this was good for right now. He would message and tell Y/n while they were there, at the hospital, I mean. He’s going to drown the workers in questions lol.

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