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babygirlhouse · 1 month

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house md 2024 headcanons 🫡

hi loves!! jumping on this trend :^) i don't think any of these make sense but they made me laugh soooo here u go

House has a very bad pain day and (when pushed) says that he strained the muscle while riding his bike. Obviously nobody believes him, so the ducklings + Wilson spend the day trying to figure out what he did and end up finding security footage of him attempting to hit the griddy in the morgue

Kutner has a very generic inspirational quotes tumblr blog (he’s so proud of it) and House finds it and just starts dropping quotes from it in DDXs to mess with him & then acting all innocent

Thirteen has a secret thirst trap tiktok acc that doesn’t explicitly show her face but has her lab coat & maybe stethoscope. When Chase suggests that it’s her she doesn’t confirm or deny it and just keeps winking. Cameron definitely follows the account after this. Thirteen pretends not to realise.

Wilson takes a uquiz to find out what sort of cheese he is and is devastated when it says he’s cheddar. He then has an identity crisis because he thinks he’s too bland and tries to reinvent his aesthetic, leading to one infected eyebrow piercing and a tramp stamp that’s never mentioned again. Potential there for a sappy scene where House tells him he's anything but bland.

Cuddy starts a momblog style podcast. House sends anonymous hate. Taub guest stars.

I think Taub would get deeply into ASMR. Like it’d start with him finding and playing a video of ASMR triggers for his daughters, then he tries it himself to see if that calms them down even more, etc etc. He starts a youtube channel and it blows up. He gets recognised by patients at the hospital. It goes to his head just a little. He unironically uses the term 'ASMRtist'

A cosplayer has a mysterious illness and the team has to go to a convention to test for environmental factors. Chase is apprehensive but House forces him to go. He’s quickly recognised at the convention and it turns out that he has a cosplay instagram account and they get stopped every 10 mins to take pictures. No one lets him live it down

Thirteen and Cameron kiss & fall in love & babysit Taub's kids. House makes relentless jokes but is quietly very fond of them and their relationship. Pls i need this

Foreman has a twitter/X account where he posts a combination of work out tips/inspirational quotes (not as sweet as Kutner's blog, more grindset vibes yknow) but he gets mixed up in a pyramid scheme for protein powders and gets cancelled. Also potential for a sappy scene here where Foreman says he admires Kutner for not letting House's teasing about his blog get to him. They're besties now and make each other better.

Cuddy forces all of them to go on a wellness retreat. House and Wilson make a bet to see who can go the longest without speaking. It's not even a silent retreat, they're just like that. Also someone convinces Chase that the utility shed on the retreat is haunted.

The wellness retreat no speaking bet also def has potential for gay chicken. Like Wilson kisses House to see if that will get him to lose the bet. By the next morning neither of them know or care who lost the bet, they leave their room looking Extremely disheveled and return to the hospital very much together. Cuddy is not at all surprised. She planned this. Each of the ducklings hand her $100.

PPTH minecraft server. yeah

#im so tired #i have an assessment due in 6 days #time to speed read all of inferno #house md #gregory house #headcanon #hatecrimes md #house md headcanons #hilson #mouse bites #james wilson

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marlenesluv · 3 months

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Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny. (OP)

summary: being the mclaren admin, you’re quite close with the papaya boys, one more than the other…

note: never had a redhead/strawberry blonde fc, but i love red hair, so this is for all my redhead/strawberry blonde babes 😗 also this seems short :( i’m sorry, ill try to post again in a few!

based on this idea i had a while back -> post link

fc: bella anderson (bellaanderrson on insta)

pairing: oscar piastri x mclaren admin!fem reader

type: smau

warnings: very slight suggestive comment, not bad tho

masterlist here -> masterlist link

^ check my list for all posts! ^

liked by: oscarpiastri, landonorris, and 89,193 others

y/n.user: media day vibes + a photo kika insisted i include 😐

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francisca.cgomes: you look so pretty❤️🤗

↳ y/n.user: you looking in a mirror? bc yes you are

f1updates: favorite posts from the best admin in f1 🙏

oscarpiastri: look at me on that scooter

↳ y/n.user: scootah 🦘🇦🇺

↳ oscarpiastri: if you and lando could stop making fun of me now

↳ landonorris: you know we never will mate

papayaedits81: brooo, i love this trio sm :’)

user3: she’s too pretty to be stuck with these men ugh

↳ user6: you mean the hottest men on earth??

↳ user3: they aren’t that hot

↳ user6: *GASP* GET. OUT.😖

mclaren: slay queen

↳ danielricciardo: y/n we know it’s you

↳ mclaren: no…..

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: landonorris, oscarpiastri, and 372,924 others

mclaren: 🧡💙double podium weekend💙🧡

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user5: somehow, y/n eats every time with her photos and posts

y/n.user: 🧡🧡🧡🧡

f1edits: y/n commenting on posts she makes is too good

4ln81op: PODIUMMMMMMM LFGGG

user9: WOOOOOHOOOOOOOO

oscarpiastri: cool photos!😎

↳ mclaren: thank you, mr. piastri 🫡

f2postsss: boom, double podium

opfanpage3: oscar looks so good in theseee

papayaboys: love these pics sm!! y/n, once again, you slayed this up

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your instagram story:

seen by: oscarpiastri, lilymhe, and 82,193 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: oscarpiastri, logansargeant, and 92,203 others

y/n.user: preoccupied🌹

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f1updatepg: WOAH????

user7: hold up now, pump the breaks. WHO is that man???

paddockposts: y/nnnnn spill who this is????

landonorris: i know something everyone else doesn’ttttttt

↳ y/n.user: lando😳 zip it

↳ carlossainz55: he told me already….

↳ charles_leclerc: lol………..

↳ y/n.user: STOPPPPP

op81: oscar linking but not commenting?? fishy

francisca.cgomes: mwahahahaha i am matchmaker

y/nfanpage7: anyone else thinking it might be a driver??

↳ f1edit0: yea but who? i don’t wanna assume lando/oscar but she is closest to them, yknow?

↳ user4: i was thinking maybe logan idk

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

texts with oscar:

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: logansargeant, y/n.user, and 368,130 others

tagged: y/n.user

oscarpiastri: i would say she’s judy hoops because zootopia is one of her favorite movies, but she’s more nick wilde 🧡

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y/n.user: does that make you judy hoops?

↳ oscarpiastri: i’ll be judy if you’re nick, babe

↳ y/n.user: so i’m sly and you’re dumb?

↳ oscarpiastri: sure, but only you can call me dumb bunny🤷‍♂️

↳ pierregasly: y’know hes down bad when he’s into this shit

↳ francisca.cgomes: you’re talking? really

↳ y/n.user: LMAO

f1wags: HOLD UP. WAIT A MINUTE😳😳😳 I LOVE THIS

user5: this is calling me lonely in every language

formulawags7: WOAH keep it in your pants there oscar, talking bout “only you can call me dumb bunny” OK

op81edits: oscar having a gf just makes him more bold and i’m loving it

papayaedit9: they actually are so cute together stopppp

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

oscar on a podcast, clip of him talking about you:

(interviews name: matt)

matt: “well, mate. i know we are running low on time now, but we are going to end it off with some fan questions.”

oscar: “awesome.”

matt: “alright, i’m not going to lie, a lot of people are very curious on how you and y/n started dating. who initiated it? how long?”

oscar: “um…yeah. kind of a long story, i’ll make it shot though.” *laughs* “when i came to mclaren last year, i actually had a crush on her and lando found out fairly quick. he started telling me her favorite foods, shows, hobbies, stuff like that. like, for example, one of her favorite shows is pretty little liars, so i binged that whole show just to try to talk to her about it.” *laughs and takes a sip of his water*

matt: “wow, man. thats a lot of seasons. did you at least enjoy it?” *laughs*

oscar: “honestly? yeah…it was quite entertaining. and i got a few conversations in with her about it.”

matt: “that’s really nice, i don’t think i’d have the attention span. now, how long have you guys been together?”

oscar: “well, i announced it last friday, and it’s thursday…probably around two months, i’d say.”

matt: “why did you guys decide to wait a bit?”

oscar: “we were a little worried about what my pr manager would say and we didn’t want either of us to get in trouble. but y/n was mainly worried about the fans. she didn’t want to upset them, but, i don’t really care. i mean, if a fan can’t understand and respect your relationship….”

matt: “then they really aren’t fans, are they? well, you two are absolutely adorable. tell y/n i say ‘hi’ and i send her good wishes for this upcoming year. you guys are the cutest, and i’m sure fans will agree.”

oscar: “thank you, mate.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your instagram story:

seen by: oscarpiastri, pierregasly, and 93,199 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

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lilmashae · 8 months

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enhypen and bondage??

hy anonnie, gonna write ts kinda mtl-ish..? anyways,, hope you like it :3 wasn't too sure if u were reffering to enha or the reader so im gvin ya both 🫡 ty for the request!! 🩷

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ double-knot! — enha hyung line

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sunghoon

sunghoon gets a kick out of watching you struggle—it's so amusing to him. he's so mean, sunghoon loves to tease you. he'd hold (tie) your legs above your head so that he could easily shove a dildo into your cute little hole. hoonie may be mean, but he makes sure you're taken care of: from stuffing your tight, sloppy cunt to massaging and prodding at your puffy clit.

would 100% let you tie him up! not a single doubt that he'd love for you to restrain him—tie him up and fuck him dumb or hold him down and jerk him off until he's cumming all over himself—your choice! just imagine how he cries and begs to cum, "p-please, y/n... i promise i'll be good!" he'd be all whiny with tears forming in his eyes.

heeseung

heeseung loves to tease you, he loves watching you squirm! he'd love watching you squeal and whine, writhing while you're all tied up for him. because heeseung loves to tease you, i'm convinced that he'd tie your arms above your head and leave your legs free—why, you ask? he wants you to be a good girl of course (because good girls get rewarded, and he only wants the best for you), he'd spend hours overstimulating you, tongue repeatedly flicking at your clit. "keep your legs open, baby. c'mon... take what seungie's giving you." he'd hum. it's not like you could push him off, not that you wanted to, but after all your hands weren't exactly free.

i think hee would let you tie him up—if you asked nicely of course. he'd enjoy the sensation of the rope, ribbon, whatever on his skin as you gave his tip small kitten licks before positioning yourself on top of his cock and sinking down onto the length.

jake

i feel like jake is too needy and impatient, he feels like bondage or restraints might get in the way so i don't think it'd ever cross his mind unless you directly asked. however, he would definitely let you tie him up—wants you suck him off and right before he cums, just get up and leave him there. the edging would go on and on, you'd come back each time to a frantic jaeyun desperately squeezing his thighs together, begging for some type of friction. to tease him even more you'd play with the tight knots (not too tight) crossed around his wrists, watching the way he heavily breathed—"jakey..." you'd softly whisper against his neck, "want me to untie you now?"

jay

i don't think jay would be too into bondage, he doesn't "like" the idea of watching his princess struggling. however i definitely think that he'd like the aspect of you begging for his dick and praising him. things like, "please, jay, 'want your cock so bad..." or, "fuck! 's so big—perfect. i love the way you stretch me out..." thing you can say during regular or vanilla sex, just more intense because you're needy and tied up. he doesn't like denying you though, so of course i think you'd have to ask him to try anything associating with bondage—may-be down to let you tie him up if that's how you're feeling! just be nice to him, please! stroke his hair and tell him how good he's doing while you continue to ride him.

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i feel like i strayed from the topic at hand but it's okay i think...? new formatttttt?? maybe ill start adding more "detail" into titles n shit 🤷🏽‍♀ ionk,,,, requests are open mama!

#lil-ma-shae #fem!reader #fanfiction #smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #enhypen #jake smut #jay smut #heeseung smut #sunghoon smut #black!reader #poc!reader #enha hard hours #enha hyung line #enha smut #black

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ivestas · 1 year

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Thank you for writing my request, I loved it!! I have another idea but it's a deeper subject so I understand not everyone is comfortable with writing about it. Could you write about a younger reader and the team see self harm wounds and scars while they were injured or while they were changing? (Something along those lines) and what they would do/ react? Xx

what is most precious to you?

Summary: The 141 discover a part of you that you’d wanted to bury.

Tags: TW s/elf harm scars + sui/cide and talk of it, please read carefully/don't read if this topic triggers you, platonic!141 x medic!fem!reader, reader implied to be mentally ill, younger!reader, descriptions of blood and injury, canon typical violence, soap + ghost focused, unedited

Word count: 1.5k

Notes: im glad u enjoyed the previous req anon! i hope I'm able to do this req justice too 🫡

You’d been a part of the 141 long enough for the others to know and trust you.

An esteemed medic that knew medicine and all things fixing like the back of her hand, despite your age—it was a natural skill, it seemed. Your hands were always so damn fast with a gauze—hell, even a dirty rag you’d make use of in an instant.

You were just good. Reliable. Consistent. Seemingly just a normal young lady whose only eccentricity was the job she chose to be: a medic for a merc group.

Soap often liked to joke about that normalcy that clung onto you.

“Bet when you’re on leave you work a 9 to 5 and sleep right at 8. I’m right, aren’t I?”

You snorted. “No, I’d sleep at 9.”

“Ohhhhh, daring! Don’t be too crazy! Ya might just lose a leg!”

Even Ghost would sometimes jump in, adding his own joke occasionally.

“Should I get you a planner for your birthday? A nice, minimalist one with neutral stickers to match.”

You’d scoff and jab back, whether it be at Ghost’s mask or Soap’s current and past hair-styles.

But they never gave you a tough time about it—they were glad that one of them was able to blend back to civvy life with ease.

Price even said it was his favorite trait—”sometimes, you need the practicality and mindset of a normal lady to get shit done.”

“Thanks?”

The guys all had a similar image of what your childhood was like: middle-class, parents all stiff-like and old-timey, your favorite hobbies probably were things like football or reading, things like that.

However, that image shattered during a post-mission intermission.

Things went wrong, completely askew—the enemies were clearly prepared for the attack, because landmines were everywhere and the area was crawling with hostiles.

It was a resounding loss—many casualties, wounded, etc.

You could hardly keep up, trying to patch up as many as possible, even when the sky rained of bullets and the air tasted thickly of gunpowder and death. It was like a place between purgatory and hell, a constant flow of shouts, screams, explosions.

It was too late for you to noticed a bullet grazed your arm; it was deep enough to be visible, but luckily it wasn’t aimed low enough for it to shoot into your arm.

You had ignored the wound—in your mind, it only made sense to focus on the soldiers who were fighting for their lives and riddled with bullet wounds.

So you just did that: focus on them.

But, due to the constant movement and strain, the graze only worsened, almost tearing. The adrenaline numbed the pain, but you knew it was gonna hurt like a bitch soon enough.

Luckily though, Ghost shouted in your ear through the comms.

“Bravo-1, retreat!—fuckin’ hell—everyone, retreat!”

You did just that—retreat.

Huffing and puffing, you were quick to run to the distant chopper you recognized as the 141′s. A haze of sand was the only saving grace as it covered you from the enemies direct line of sight.

Soap pulled you into the helicopter with a quick grab of your wrist, completely unaware of the graze that arm sustained. You let out a sharp hiss of pain, feeling the skin tear just a little more.

The entrance of the helicopter shut, and with both of you heaving, the plane finally shot back into the air, rocking back and forth the slightest bit. The sound of bullets slowly melted away into harsh whirring and mechanical buzz.

You took a moment to collect yourself, inhaling sharply before you got up, arm still bleeding.

But, strangely, you felt it drip along your arm and into your hand, running along your finger—ah, it should’ve been obvious, the sleeve of your wounded arm had completely torn.

You lifted the arm, examining the wound.

Scars of varying sizes, textures, and freshness—some having strange bubbly dots, others consisting of messy lines. Some of the fresher scars had torn a little, causing thin lines or red to rise.

Your blood ran cold. You glance up, hoping—praying—that Soap didn’t see, or even understand the implications.

But you could see he was staring, the cogs in his mind slowly snapping together.

You put your arm away to your side, hiding it from his view.

“Lass—“

“I need a medkit. We have one on the plane?”

You loathed the look of sadness, of pity that shone in his eyes, pulled at the muscles of his face.

Don’t. Stop.

I’m not weak. Don’t—I’m not weak!

A chorus of words, feelings, of palpable dark was what filled your mind now. Insecurity, self-hatred, all of it—you’d been working on it, trying to regulate, to reason with the miasma that had taken ahold of your consciousness.

But, fuck, you’ve revealed it to Soap of all people—he felt bad, didn’t he? Disgusted? Worried? He was gonna tell Price, wasn’t he? That your unfit for the 141, that—

A hand rested on the top of your shoulder.

“Can I patch you up?” Soap asked softly.

You grit your teeth. Moving away from his hand, you shook your head, glaring at the floor. A small splatter of blood was there. “I can fix it myself.”

You expected—wanted—him to berate you.

But he didn’t. He was kind.

“Sure, kid. I’ll just get ya the med kit—stay put.”

Another wave of shame rocked you. You sat on one of the small seats connected to the walls of the heli, rubbing away the small bits of dried blood.

Consumed by your thoughts, you didn’t hear Soap murmuring to Ghost.

“The kid—she, ah...” He ran a finger along his wrist. “Catch my drift?”

“Cutting herself?” Ghost said bluntly.

“Sometimes I wish you had a little more tact, L.T.”

Ghost ignored him. “They fresh or old?”

“Both,” he sighed, grabbing a med kit from one of the plane’s various compartments. “What’re we supposed to do? Don’t wanna scare off the kid, but don’t wanna leave her on her own devices hacking away at ‘erself!”

Ghost grabbed the kit from his hands. “I’ll handle this. You sit down—go near the Captain. Try to leave us some privacy.”

Hesitantly, Soap nodded. “Work your magic, sir.”

Ghost made his way to the other end of the helicopter where you were. You were hunched over your wound, a deep frown on your face. It’s uncharacteristic, but he knew it was a part of yourself you’d prefer to be shrouded in dark. Suffering wasn’t a nice look, was it?

But it was human. Denying your own right to feel it—it made Ghost frown too.

He sat beside you, kit in his hand. You had finally looked up then, alarmed.

“Gimme your arm, kid.”

You opened your mouth.

“Not leavin’ till I patch your arm up, so don’t even try.”

Shamefully, you lifted your arm slowly.

He took it with gentle but firm hands, a thumb running along a faint scar.

Ghost opened the kit haphazardly with another hand.

“When I was your age—maybe a little younger—couldn’t find much meaning in everything.”

He lifted his hand from your arm and grabbed alcohol and a small cotton rag. Dampening the rag with alcohol, he drew it to your arm, rubbing away the excess blood and cleaning the wounds. You didn’t make any noise, only breathing raggedly.

“The suffering was pointless, in my eyes; thought, ‘this isn’t bloody fair’. Born in a shitty house with a shitter father, food hardly ever on the table, my mind deteriorating, and the world cast in deep gray.”

You nodded.

Ghost grabbed a bandage gauze, unravelling it and wrapping it gently around the graze and the scars. It was calming, watching him work away, even if the wrapping was a little clumsy.

“The harsh reality came a little while later, and it’s that people like me—us—we gotta work hard for shit to change. That this weight forced upon us, it’s only we that can shed it off. It’s still not fair—frankly, suicide is easier. Thought of doing it for the longest time... But...”

He shook his head. “In my eyes, it’s a coward’s way out. We should never die by our own hands—there’s always something to live for.”

“What are you living for?”

“Mmmm.... For tomorrow’s pint.”

You laughed.

He grabbed a safety pin and pinned the end of the gauze. “...now, I know it’s ‘silly’ to say, but you know we’re here for you?—the 141′s got your back, kid—how about this, let’s make a deal.”

“Yeah?”

“You ever have the urge to cut yer arm, you come straight to me, or the others. They’ll listen. They care.”

They care.

It’s weird, but hearing the words said out loud, it hit you.

They really care.

You took in a shaky breath. “Thank... you.”

“It’s no problem at all, kid. Stay strong.”

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Requests are open

#modern warfare x reader #modern warfare 2 x reader #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #soap x reader #tw s/elf harm #idk if its an unpopular opinion to assume ghost has some variation of depression #but its a personal headcanon!#john mctavish x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #simon riley x reader #mw2 x reader

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mari-the-bimbo · 1 year

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HIiii

So I just watched a few horror movies and that inspired meee

Could you make one where roomate! geto comforts yn after she watches a horror movie

Thankuuuuu💓💓💓

Dorm mate Geto: horror movie nights

A/N: call me an attention whore but I’d pretend to be scared just so Geto could hold me in those beefy arms 🫡

Movie nights with the dorm mate trio is a must. But this week, Geto decided on a horror movie, and neither you or Gojo backed out.

“I’ll do it if you do it!” You remember Gojo promising you, both of you too whipped to bail out on Geto. But as Sunday evening arrived, Gojo was nowhere to be seen.

You watch Geto’s hair gracefully sprawl out of his hair tie as he sets the blanket for you both. “Oh didn’t Gojo tell you? He got a last minute mission so he can’t make it” Geto tells you, and you subtly huff. That liar, you knew damn well he’s just too scared of horror movies, but so were you.

So you both huddled together on the sofa, sharing a blanket between you. You tried to focus on the start of the movie, rather than how Geto’s thick thighs looked against the blanket rested on his lap.

But, Geto’s brown eyes catches your stare, he always does. So as you quickly turn your focus back to the TV, he moves closer to you, until you could feel his breath on the shell of your ear

“What’s up doll? Do you want more of the blanket?” He asks so sweetly in the dark room.

“No it’s okay” you whisper back. But Geto simply lets out an unconvinced hum before draping the blanket over you, his fingers brush over your legs for a second, but he quickly moves it away.

And as you continue to watch the movie, the dreaded bits come quickly. The TV screen shows the victims blurry sight until she turned around and then BOOM-

“ARRHGGHHH” you shriek as you jump in your seat, but Geto simply laughs at the screen. What a psycho.

The movie also gets scarier from that point, you’re terrified, holding the blanket up to your face as if it’s a way to shield you.

Geto glances at you briefly, noticing the way you kept squeezing your eyes shut, he smiles, you’re adorable in his eyes. He finally turns towards you and he uses one finger to pull the blanket slightly down, enough for him to see your face.

“You look terrified hun, want me to stop the movie?” He says with a small smile, showing that he’s not mad.

But you shake your head, “nu uh im fine” you mumble, but Geto doesn’t seem convinced, his intense gaze on you making you flustered, thank god the room is dark.

“Y-you’re missing the movie Geto, just turn around” you say, weakly nudging the raven haired man’s chest, but he doesn’t move,

“tell me what you want y/n”

“I wanna watch-!” You say annoyed, but as you’re about to lecture him, another jumpscare appears, making you yelp before bumping into Geto’s broad chest.

He does his signature dry laugh, making you feel even more embarrassed, but as you try to pull away from his chest, his large hand on your head keeps you in place, with his beefy arms wrapping around you.

“Aww you can stay right there doll, you know you’re safe in my arms don’t you?” He coos at you in his deep voice, you know it’s his way of teasing you because he likes embarrassing you, but you find comfort in his words.

“Yeah” you say but your ill timed voice crack only made him laugh more, pulling you impossibly closer to his embrace, his black hair tickling your cheeks.

Nevertheless your cuteness easily convinced him to resume the movie. Holding you close so you felt safe, and as Geto was used to horror movies, he smartly covered your eyes before the jump scares.

“Ahh Geto you don’t need to cover my eyes” you laugh, hopelessly trying to pry his large hands off your eyes but he’s too strong.

But the smile is wiped off your face when you couldn’t see but you can feel his breath drawing closer to your lips. “But isn’t it so much more fun like this?” He joked.

“How can you find this fun?” You ask,

“because horror movies are more fun when there’s a cute girl clinging to me”

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felixsmeshglove · 10 months

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caretaker - ; - hwang hyunjin x reader

authors note ; honestly, i am so much like this requested reader, i love to care for people so much and if i could i would literally take care of all of them like my babies. feedback is always appreciated, please enjoy!!

genre ; fluff, angst-ish, established relationship

pairing ; sick!hyunjin x reader

wc ; 0.9k

content warning ; emetophobia, discussion of vomit but no vomiting, illness, hyunie cries, burnt-out hyunjin

“hyune please you’ve been complaining about your stomach hurting all day, you were so hot when i touched you! please can’t it just wait until tomorrow at least?” you tried to plead with the man who was groggily attempting to set up his recordings spot for the live. you’d been so worried sick about him, but much the workaholic who wanted to keep up his image, hyunjin had insisted he at least do this live.

“y/n, my dear you know i need to try to at least get something done..” hyunjin whined back. he sounded so uncomfortable as he sat down.

“okay just.. if you start to get worse, please tell me? please dumpling?” you attempted to reason.

“okay… fine, i will,” hyunjin responded with a weak smile.

of course, he never told you…

it had only been forty-five minutes since the live had started. now, found yourself rushedly texting chan with a slight stress. hyunjin seemed to just become more and more uncomfortable as the time had gone on. he was now complaining of feeling so cold and shivering, and sweat was causing his stray fringe hairs to stick to his forehead as he seemed even more pale than before.

y/n: chan

y/n: channie

dad chan 🫡: what?

y/n: please can you come up with some excuse for hyune to get out of the live? he’s seriously not looking good

dad chan 🫡: he did the live still?

y/n: yeah and he needs to stop

dad chan 🫡: alright alright i’ll take care of it

y/n: thanks channie

it wasn’t long now before you heard the vibration and ringtone of hyunjin’s phone. he answers while on the live, he’s hugging a throw pillow restlessly with one hand as he holds his phone up with the other.

“hi channie-hung… ….what? you were wanting me to look over those lyrics tonight? aye.. sorry channie, i’ll get to that right away i just have to quick end my live.”

defeated, hyunjin gave a soft and slightly whiny sign off and waved to the camera before ending the live, giving an even louder whine this time.

he curls up on the sofa with a groan, clutching around his middle now as he looks up at you with almost teary eyes. he croaks out softly, with that iconic pout that he always has with those plush, beautiful lips, “i should have listened to you.. i think i’m gonna… fuck.. no…”

hyunjin cries out softly as he blinks back tears, reaching a weak hand out for you. you are by his side within an instant.

you are methodically rubbing shapes into his back as you try to console him.

“just so tired, love.. trying to get everything done lately ‘s been so hard..” hyunjin croaked out in a weak, needy voice.

“i’m gonna get you an ice pack okay..? you’re so warm, dumpling,” you coo softly at him, trailing your hand down his cheek. your palm takes a brief pause over his cheekbone to thumb a few loving strokes into his cheek before continuing its path down his cheek and jaw.

you kiss his clammy, warm forehead briefly and stand up, smiling and humming in response to his weak but affectionate and appreciative gaze.

as you’re returning with a cool washcloth and an ice pack you hear the sickening sound of hyunjin’s dry heaving with dramatic whimpers peppered between the saddening noises.

“y/n..!” hyunjin wailed softly, in your direction. you rush to his side at the sofa, quickly grabbing the small trash that was in the room and kneeling beside him once more.

“i’m here jinnie.. i’m here..” you tried to console the poor boy, running your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.

“don’t wanna puke.. d-don’t wanna puke..” the sick boy whimpered sadly as he continued to retch, one arm guarding his stomach while his free hand shot out to wrap around your lower back and pull you closer. you were such a comfort to him, he needed you as close as possible.

luckily, with a little bit of time and some slow strokes of his hair, the nausea began to subside, leaving the boy laying there and whimpering like a kicked puppy.

“i’m sorry you’re so sick baby.. lets get you to bed, yeah?” you suggest as he weakly sits up with a groan.

“yes please..” hyunjin croaks softly.

“i’ll make you some soup after you rest a little while okay?” you offer. you reach out to him to assist him to stand up, trying to help brace him. he graciously leans into you, following you to his bedroom and to his bed.

slumping into the bed, he just curls into his sheets and looks up at you with those desperate, puppy-dog eyes.

“stay please? too scared without you,” he asked softly, looking up at you where you sat at the edge of the bed.

“of course hyune, i’ll stay..” you answered, slotting yourself into the bed beside the man, sat up with your back against the headboard. he settles his aching head against your warm thighs and hooks his arms around your waist comfortably, as if that was meant to be his spot.

your fingers find their way to his scalp once more, soothingly massaging through the sensitive roots of his hair.

“should’ve listened to you,” hyunjin mused softly, already closing his eyes as he began to submit to his sickened exhaustion. now wasn’t the time to scold him. you just allowed your poor heartthrob to rest.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 10 months

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omggg!! i like never request anything but you responded to my last one ab tan and it made my dayyyyyy 😭💗. btw, that's literally my bf i'm never getting tired of him so here's another one if you have a chance

hear me out *again*…perhaps tangerine is stressed out about some stuff that’s causing him to be distant. reader noticed this and obviously she comforts him!! maybe a little lemon cameo too!! this isn’t super detailed but i hope you get it🥰.

your writing is keeping me alive stink🤭🫡!

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hii!! ahhh that’s literally so sweet!? me too, will never get tired of him. I love it, such a cute idea! stop it🥹 thank you! your lovely comments do the same for me. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 and sorry this took longer than planned, been ill last couple days

distance

tangerine x fem reader

wc || 749

masterlist + taglist

Tangerine is naturally a very closed-off guy. He isn't exactly the type that can talk about his feelings and share what's on his mind or what's bothering him. He often felt like a burden for sharing his thoughts and doubts, so he preferred to keep them to himself, usually by distancing himself.

He hated the vulnerability of it all, how intimate it felt to share his genuine feelings and concerns. But ever since he started dating you, he's been trying to correct his way of thinking. He wanted to change for you, be a better man for you, but he also wanted to change for himself. He knew you'd never judge him for his thoughts, though he couldn't help but resort to his old habits of projection and isolation. He wanted to be honest with you, but it was much harder than he thought.

Sometimes you knew him better than he knew himself, so when you noticed him avert from your company and distance himself, you knew something was bothering him. You had to be careful when approaching the topic, as you didn't want to pressurise or distress him any further. You thought softly easing him in would lead to the best outcome, so you make your way to the kitchen and make him a tea to his exact taste in his favourite mug, then collect a pack of biscuits from your secret stash.

You slowly walk into the living room with tea and biscuits in hand, where you see him lying on the sofa, staring aimlessly at the tv.

"Hey," you say quietly, not wanting to startle him. "Thought you might want this," you smile, extending the mug towards him.

He takes it from you with a soft nod, sitting up, a wry smile lining his lips. "Cheers,"

"What you uh— what you watching?" you ask.

"I dunno," he lightly chuckles, searching for the controller. "rugby, I don't know— can't remember,"

"Mind if I join?" you sweetly ask, nodding to the space beside him.

"Go on," he softly grins.

You sit next to him, subtly scooting over, cuddling into his side as you drape a blanket over both of you. You look up at him, your features soft and understanding as you cup his cheek, angling his face to yours, bringing him back to you when you notice him divert from your gaze.

"Everything okay?" you ask, entangling your hand in his.

"Yeah," he nods, his words unconvincing.

"What's going on? You don't seem like yourself," you sweetly press, your thumb stroking over the back of his hand. "You can tell me,"

"I know," he softly sighs, glancing at the tv, trying to avoid your questioning. "Just—“ he starts, shaking his head. "We got updates for our mission in a couple weeks, and it's stressing me out. It's-- it ain't a good country, that's all. And it just—" he pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head as if to get rid of an uneasy thought. "I don't want something happening, you know," he exhales, kissing the crown of your head. "I don't want to leave you alone... if something happens," he frowns, hugging you tighter as if the action was to reassure him.

"Aw honey," you whisper, squeezing his hand. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? That couldn't have been an easy thing to keep to yourself," you softly smile, your eyebrows knitting together as you analyse him. You didn't want to lie or tell him what you thought he wanted to hear, so you didn't say anything else. You choose to snuggle into him, holding him close as if to comfort his thoughts. "Okay, here's an idea," you start, watching his eyes soften with intrigue. "We order a fuck tonne of food; pizza, pasta, noodles, kebab— whatever you want. And we invite Lem over, and we can just pig out on the sofa and— and watch shitty tv and drink beer? That sound good?" you smile.

A genuine grin creeps on his lips as he looks down at you on his chest. "I like it. Sounds good," he kisses your forehead, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. "Only if we can get curry. I've been fucking dying for one," chuckling.

Even though it was such a simple thing to say, you could tell he was starting to feel better about the situation.

"We can order as much curry as you want," you smile and reach up to kiss his cheek. "Anything you want."

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somber-sapphic · 11 months

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AheM 🌸 Im a secret lover for hugs so I’ll gladly accept and reciprocate :) and yep sorry I just fuLLy fully read the whole post :’) that definitely goes out to them and you and whoever gets unnecessary stupid hate. Heheh well if you don’t mind I’ll ask for something under this and it’s more than okay if you took like months just take ur time🤭 naw I’m sorry you didn’t have a great day, that’s really shit, but I’m super happy you feel better and hopefully today and tomorrow is a better day! And remember I’ve got two shoulders in case and anytime🫡💪 how’d you know? I’m like always dehydrated, dehydration is scared of me ahaha. But hey most if the time it’s always the people giving advice aren’t following it… so you better be drinking plenty of water too!! And as for the request, would it be possible to ask for a WandaNat with like pregnant reader or reader already recovering from a bad injury with prompts like ‘Ill timed’ and ‘ it’s nothing’🫣 if not that’s okay but ily thank you thank you your amazing eat drink SLEEP, take care of yourself please :)) <3

Are You Staying

⧽ Notes: Hi! So, I don't write anything for pregnant anyone, but here's a sick and hurt reader for you!

⧽Summary: Reader is injured badly after a mission, leaving them with an infection.

⧽Word Count: 1665

〔 Masterlists 〕

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You were so, so tired of laying in bed, but your girlfriends wouldn’t let you get up. Apparently, when you ignore an injury for so long that the infection turns into sepsis you are no longer allowed to make decisions for yourself. Who knew?

Well, there you were, laying in bed, struggling to focus on the book that you were holding in slightly trembling hands. The large gash along your side was beginning to throb again, indicating that you needed another dose of pain medicine, but it made you groggy and you didn't like it.

You were already feeling sort of fuzzy, your mind blurring in and out. Your head ached and you were starting to wonder if this was more than just the damn lingering infection. Bruce had finally taken you off the IV antibiotics but you were warned that it was vital for you to take the oral ones on a strict schedule to ensure that you didn’t get worse again.

You rubbed your throat gently and cleared it, trying to get rid of the tickle that had taken up residence there in the past hour or so. It was when the first sneeze came that you finally connected the dots.

The pain in your sinuses, the slightly runny nose that had required you to wipe it every few minutes, the inability to get warm, the overwhelming feeling of fatigue. It wasn't the infection. You had a cold. You had a damn cold. Of all things, you had gotten yourself sick. Your girlfriends were going to kill you.

Deciding that it was probably best to keep them out of the loop, you put the book aside and curled up under the blankets in a last-ditch effort to sleep the bug off. Maybe if you’d noticed earlier you would’ve had time to get ahead of it, but for now, you would at least sleep. Putting off rest had probably not helped the situation. Fuck. This was going to be a very long few days.

When you woke you were incredibly disoriented. The pain in your side was so bad you felt like you wanted to throw up and for some reason, you couldn’t move. This was wrong, this was not okay.

You managed to sit up with a lot of effort but your head was spinning, the room tilting around you in a way that made you wonder if you should call your girlfriends. They probably wouldn’t mind, they weren’t doing anything important, they just had a lot of busy work to do. You were also supposed to be doing busy work if you felt up to it, but there was absolutely no way you could read, much less hold a pen.

A harsh fit of coughing wracked your body, your lungs burning in agony as your side screamed at you that you needed to stop, that you needed to sit still and never move again, but you couldn’t stop coughing.

You doubled over despite the protest of your body and hacked until you finally managed to cough up a glob of something green and absolutely disgusting. You leaned over the side of the bed and spit into the trashcan with an agonized groan.

No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t get a full breath of air into your lungs. Everything hurt, everything was miserable, and the world was definitely ending. Tears rolled down your cheeks which you were sure were flushed with fever and you were regretting not taking the pain medication earlier. Now you were in too much pain to get up and find the pills.

You managed to roll over and grabbed your phone, gasping aloud as you pleaded with the world that your stitches stayed intact. You really didn’t want to stain your bed with any unnecessary blood, the girls would probably be upset, they loved this comforter.

With pain blurring in your vision you managed to click on the icon for Wanda’s name and hit speaker, absolutely no way that you would be able to hold the phone up to your ear.

“Hi sweet girl, what’s up? Are you alright?” The woman’s voice lilted over the phone, immediately calming you down. She had a way about her, her mere presence, whether in person or over the phone, always served to make you feel safer.

“I-I need…Wanda…Wanda it hurts…” You said through quiet sobs, your words punctuated by a particularly harsh sneeze that made you cry out.

“Okay, okay love, give us five minutes. I’m going to stay on the phone with you. Are you bleeding? Can you check for me?” She asked, you could hear that she was running, another set of footsteps behind her.

“No.” You whimpered, desperate for them to be back. You wanted them to fix it, you wanted them to make everything stop hurting, you wanted them to magically cure your sickness, which Wanda may actually be able to do.

“Alright baby, just stay still. Wanda and I will be there soon. Keep breathing.” That was Natasha, her voice rushed as footsteps pounded in the background. You coughed and let out a sob, curling into a ball as your eyes and nose streaming. Part of you wished that the pain would just take over so that you could pass out and stop feeling it.

You had almost slipped into that unconsciousness when the door slammed open and you felt gentle hands on your cheeks, one of the girls pleading with you to open your eyes. You obeyed, but mostly because of the harsher tone that you were sure came from Natasha.

You stared at their blurry figures, wondering how much of this was the fever and how much was the injury.

“Hey baby girl, there you are. Here, just want you to take this, okay? Swallow for me.” Wanda slipped a pill into your mouth and Natasha followed it with a cool bottle pressed to your lips. You took a little sip, but the cold water grated against your throat in an incredibly uncomfortable way. Every molecule in your body was ordering you to just stop. Your body was done.

“Oh Y/n, you’re burning up. Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you say something sooner?” The witch cooed, wiping away tears as quickly as they could.

“I-it’s nothin’, s’nothin. J’st hurts.” You breathed, already feeling the effects of the strong cocktail that was whatever Bruce had prescribed for you.

“Do you think the infection’s back? We’ve been making sure that they take the antibiotic, should we call Banner?” Natasha asked, speaking to you as if you weren’t in the room, literally sitting right there. Of course, you were so out of it that you may as well have been in space, floating away from reality.

“Y/n, love, Nat’s going to check your side,” Wanda said, well aware that you weren’t listening even in the slightest as the drug kicked into your system. She could feel the heat radiating off of your skin and was absolutely panicking, but doing a good job of keeping it under control.

Natasha very carefully lifted up your shirt and peeled back the bandage to reveal a thankfully clean, not bleeding cut with all of the stitches still intact. She let out a sigh of relief and kissed your stomach right next to the injury.

You sneezed pitifully into the pillow and whined, looking up at Wanda with big, sad eyes. She grabbed a tissue and wiped your nose tenderly, her whole body relaxing as she took in the situation.

“You’re sick, aren’t you?” Natasha shifted and frowned at the two of you, sitting right by your head. You shifted into her lap and nodded, muffling a fit of chesty coughs into her leg. The assassin rubbed your back while the brunette by your feet hummed her disapproval.

“Okay, Y/n/n, let’s check your temperature and we’ll get you some medicine.” The thermometer was still there since they had been monitoring your temperature for infection reasons, but now you had a fever for a whole new reason! Your body was trying to kill you for something new!

“Open.” You glanced over at Wanda and pouted slightly, nuzzling closer to your other girlfriend, the one who wasn’t going to make you do something that you didn’t want to. You didn’t hurt anymore and you weren’t about to stay awake until the pain came back.

“Just listen to her,” Natasha ordered, poking you in the face to get you to open your mouth. Your first instinct was to bite her, but she was too quick for that. The witch placed the thermometer under your tongue and you let it stay there, not in the mood to fight either one of the women.

The redhead you were sitting on stroked your hair as you waited for the stick to beep, unknowingly lulling you closer to sleep.

“102.4, that’s not great. Y/n, why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Wanda murmured, scooching up on the bed so that she was laying beside you, still wearing relatively comfortable clothes. You rolled over and pressed your head into her chest, mumbling some excuse that no one could make out under your breath.

“Okay babe, take some more Tylenol and you can sleep.” You lifted your head and opened your mouth, not caring enough to take it yourself. If they wanted you to be medicated, they would be medicating you. Natasha rolled her eyes while Wanda chuckled and she helped you swallow the pills before laying you back down.

“You stayin’?” You slurred tiredly, cuddling up against the Sokovian.

“Of course, we’re staying, dummy. Apparently, you can’t be trusted by yourself.” The redhead grumbled, laying down on your other side. She pulled the blankets up over the three of you and kissed your shoulder blade. Wanda kissed your forehead and you sniffled, snuggling deep into the blankets. You could deal with the cold later, for now, you just wanted to be held.

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boojangs · 6 months

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Thank you for making your wednesday, very wednesday. i mean, the "evolved wednesday" she said to enid when enid went back to their dorm after Thing got stabbed. like she's showing feelings and being vulnerable to enid but she was not being teased about it because she still can maim you and slit your throat while being soft for enid. and people have no say about it because they are genuinely scared of addams. like "oh, enid has this big ass hickey? better keep your mouth shut". unlike other fanfic which they make some characters tease wednesday endlessly (yoko, bianca and enid, sometimes even her family) for showing even a little bit of emotion or softness. Then they make those characters confused and demand something from wednesday when wednesday closed herself off again from them.

You make your enid so understanding of wednesday. Like wednesday doesn't want to join nightshades? no prob, ill just go home early to her after meeting with them. She never demand wednesday to join her, she waits for wednesday to decide if she will join her or not and respects her decision. and i love your enid for that and your wednesday.

yes, there's some teasing in your fanfic, but its light compared with others that I have read. idk its just... it feels a little off to me when wednesday is showing a little vulnerability and softness and then get endlessly teased about it instead of being encouraged to show more.

so really thank you. im in loved with your wednesday and enid. fr. 🤌🐈🐈‍⬛

Thank you for this!! Wednesday is only soft for Enid and I hate the trope where the usually stoic character gets teased, drives me insane. Like yeah, Yoko teases but she teases ENID. Wednesday would kill them all and I never wanted to tell a story where they weren't both 100% supported by their friends.

If anything, Wednesday is even MORE terrifying since dating Enid. Say shit about her wife and see what happens to you!! She's killed in cold blood, test a bitch.

And ENID. My favorite character, I love her so much. Babygirl worked her ass off to get to know Wednesday, she'll be damned if she's trying to change her wife. She treats Wednesday with nothing but love and understanding and Wednesday does the same for her in her own way!!

GROWING AND CHANGING FOREVER.

I love them and thank you for supporting my version of these two, that means a lot 🫡🖤🩷

#MY INBOX BACK LOG IS SO LONG WHAT HAPPENED??

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plaidshirtjimkirk · 2 months

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just occurred to me that i wrote fulfilling the needs 10 years ago?????? time isn't real lmao

more blah blah blah under the cut 🫡🫡🫡

i always say i loved writing that fic. i remember the plot for the most part but it was the feeling of actually working on it that remains with me. i'd picked up writing again after a really long time and it's all thanks to this fandom. everything was exciting. the hyperfixation of best ship and writing as much as i could was a great distraction from having abysmal self esteem.

i never really understood why anyone gave me the time of day around here but i always tried to share the space and do what i could to promote others' content. i enjoyed the hell out of that engagement too because what's better than more content of the thing you love most?

im not trying to be negative or anything, just being real. i stopped showing up because i have lots of guilt for not continuing to do that. also imposter syndrome. it was easy to dodge when i was writing so much and so fast that i didn't have time to process what i actually tossed out into the world. but once endo came for my physical health and the fever pace died, well... all the bullshit i was running from caught up with me. logically, i know im overthinking and perpetuating a vicious mental cycle but understanding something is vastly different from understand how to actually deal with it.

but it's really not all bad. i appreciate the fuck out of everyone. people were so unexpectedly nice to me and i really did enjoy myself when i was super active.

ngl ive been trying to write this post for 4 years. i started it an embarrassing number of times. ill regret posting it but i guess the 10 year anniversary gives me a legit reason to talk about this bullshit. im genuinely not looking for attention, just trying to get some of this off my chest.

and just to be clear (and because im so negative all the time), im okay. mental illness is just a hell of a thing. wild.

so thanks again!! i can't believe it was a damn decade since i wrote that story and started interacting in fandom again, and that people still read it even today.

i don't know when ill write again next or get back to having the energy to give the support and attention that content creators deserve but ill keep on keeping on. 💛💙

#not trek #just plaid shirt things #in the words of one of my best friends when we were about to do some out of pocket shit in valheim... fuck it we'll do it live!!!!!

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