#( anyways i'm sorry i'll try to get around to shit on here and set up an interest checker tonight but i make no promises )
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you make a yandere Toji x wifereader (fem)
Reader who was at the store to get food and flowers and drinks for your guys first anniversary.But Some guy was trying to flirt with you and Toji had a tracker on you and went his way to you and wanted to know that your alright but see this guy touching what he’s and act upon it and blah blah blah
I HAVE NO OTHER IDEA I HOOPE THIS HELPS
oMG AHISUHDUAIS THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA 🥹🥹🥹
anyway here you go bbg
( Simi is the cat :))) cause you two have a cat now )
after like years the two of you developed a trust for each other, he trusted that you wouldn't do anything stupid, aka escaping or cheating and you trusted him that he wouldn't...well recklessly get hurt or die ig
one day you just woke up and decided that you wanted to do something cute for toji i mean he trusted you anyway and it was your anniversary anyway!
you carefully took of tojis (muscular) arms off you and hopped of the bed humming to yourself as you put on a white tshirt and some sweat pants
quietly opening the door you skipped away to the nearest store wanting to go back home early... though fate had other plans, taking your stuff to the cash register you planted your things on the conveyer, waiting
after you were done you grabbed your bags and went out of the store, everything was normal until you heard a tap on your shoulder, turning around your eyes met with the eyes of an old ass man
"Oh, what a beauty it would be a shame if I didn't take my time with you will it young lady"
"O-oh, i'm sorry i have to get home to my husband! Have a nice day though !"
you smiled back at him while politely bowing a bit because although hes weird as fuck hes still your elder right? Wrong this bitch ass hoe had the audacity to pull your hair up
"I heard the excuse a ton of times, don't try to get away from me"
at this point you were gonna piss your pants, not only that but there was a man yanking your hair, and it had been 2 hours already and not to mention but the bags were now digging in your soft flesh irritating you
back home toji was awake and walked into the kitchen expecting you, but was met with a little sticky note on the fridge,
"Good morning Toji! I went to get you a few things
from the store! Don't worry I'll be back by
11:00 am :D ! ! !
P.S please feed Simi :(
Y/n"
he took out his phone and looked at the time "1:00 pm" immediately he opened his phone and tapped the tracker app, I mean you probably were in trouble right?? You were late, like reallly late
back to you, you were nervously holding the four bags while this man was just straight up groping you at this point
"Oh? I thought you'd be home by now?"
you never turned this fast before quickly running up to toji as the old man looked as if he shit his pants, i mean why wouldn't he? there was a musuclar ass man staring daggers at him compared to him the old man looked like a child
"Darlin' run home i'll be back in 5 minutes"
not wanting to disobey him you skipped home happily as you weren't being groped by this pedo anymore
setting up everything when you got home the door swung open he had blood splattered on his shirt, not caring you ran to him wanting to hug him, he pulled you away not wanting to get this scums blood on you
"Looks like I have to mark you eh? Don't want little old men fucking you do we now?"
That night Simi heard weird sounds coming from the bedroom.....
If you don't like it I could re-write it :))
#yandere toji#jjk#yandere jjk#jujutsu kaisen x reader#yandere jujutsu kaisen#drabble#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen
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nct dream's voicemails
pairing: nct dream x gn!reader
genre: really all of them are different genres so idk buckle up; angst, established relationship (mark); comfort, established relationship (renjun); friends who have a thing going on and the dreamies are menaces (jeno); classmates, acquaintances but you're kinda cute (haechan); sick reader, fluff, established relationship (jaemin); basketball player and his "friend", bonus: he's drunk (chenle); idol x non idol, established relationship, kind of angsty if you squint but not really (jisung)
cw: cursing in mark's and jeno's, chenle's under the influence and he calls reader "pretty"
#mark
"i'm sorry. look, i... i know you probably don't want to talk to me right now, i get it. i shouldn't have said any of that and i'm so fucking sorry. i hate what i did and i have no excuse for being an asshole to you, but it's been almost two hours since you left and honestly i'm so worried i'm losing my mind. you don't have to come back yet, or call me back if you don't want to, but please, for the love of god, just let me know you're somewhere safe. shit, i'm so, so sorry. let's talk when you're ready, okay? i'll sleep on the couch tonight, so if you come back you can take the bedroom. i'm sorry. i love you."
#renjun
"hi, y/n. i'm sorry for calling so late, but, uh, i wanted to check up on you, you seemed a bit off today. maybe i'm imagining things, i don't know, but i couldn't stop thinking about it so i still wanted to ask. you don't have to tell me now, we can talk about it whenever you're comfortable, or not at all if you don't want to. just know i'm here for you, okay? it's normal to have worse days, so i'll try not to worry too much. i hope you'll feel better when you wake up in the morning. call me tomorrow, hm? we can go to that new ice cream place you told me about. sleep well, love you."
#jeno
"jesus, can you guys shut the fuck up– hey, uh, sorry for that, it's jeno. um, i'm calling because we're going to get some drinks at the bar down the street later tonight, and i– we were wondering if you maybe wanna tag along? we thought it could be fun hanging out outside of class since the semester is almost over. it's fine if you're busy though, no pressure. we're going out around, uh, nine, i think? so if you're up, call me back and i'll give you the details, yeah? alright, that's all, talk to you later. seriously, you guys are such fucking–"
#haechan
"uhm... hi, it's donghyuck. you probably didn't pick up since you don't have my number, but, uh, i called tell you that you left your sunglasses at the library yesterday. i asked mark for your number because we won't see each other untill chem next week and i thought you might need them, so... if you'd like to get them back just let me know? we could meet at the library again, or at get a coffee... or something. or i can give them to you in chem. whatever works for you! i don't mind either. just, uh, just let me know, okay? bye."
#jaemin
"hi, baby. how are you holding up? you must be sleeping, that's good. you need a lot of rest, hm? i hope by the time you're listening to this you will be feeling a little better. did your fever go down yet? there's food from my mom that i left in your fridge, you should eat that, i'm sure it's going to set you up. remember to stay hydrated too, yeah? i'll drop by with some groceries tonight, so let me know if you want anything specific. now rest well, love, i'll see you later."
#chenle
"y/n... you told me to call you when i get home, so why didn't... why aren't you pickin' up? well i– i'm home now, and, uh... renjun drove me there, so don't worry. anyways... i wanted t'say thank you, for coming to the game today. i honestly think we won only because you were there. you looked like... really, really... pretty. like... super pretty. when you, uh, hugged me after the match, i almost kissed you, you know? you're like my lucky charm... yeah, my lucky charm. i wanted to kiss you really bad. i wish you were here now so i could kiss you. can you come over tomorrow? mhm, 'm gonna go to bed now. bye, y/n–"
#jisung
"hey, how are you doing? it must be the middle of the night for you, you're probably asleep. i hope i didn't wake you up, i'm sorry if i did... i called you because i wanted to hear your voice. i, uh... i miss you, a lot. we had a day to ourselves to explore a bit, it was fun! it really was. but the whole time i couldn't stop thinking about how much more fun it would be with you there. i didn't want to kill the mood for the others, but i couldn't help missing you more today. did you miss me more, too? maybe it's like a soulmate thing... god, i sound so cheesy right now. anyways, the guys said they miss you too. chenle said we should all get hotpot together when we're done with the tour. sounds nice, right? oh, this voicemail is getting long... let's talk when you wake up, i'll call you after the concert. i lo– i miss you. sleep tight."
#taglist ➼♡ @bambisnc @suzayaaa
©xdjville
#nct imagines#nct reactions#kpop imagines#kpop reactions#kpop scenarios#nct fluff#nct angst#nct fanfic#nct x reader#nct dream x reader#nct dream imagines#nct dream reactions#nct dream#nct#kpop fluff#kpop angst
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okay so it's been a bit... sorry about that??? ^-^; here's a quick doodle dump to make up for it with a brief (for me) explanation of where i've been at the end <3
some things that were meant as ask responses but i never felt like posting
scattered bits from a lore headcanon comic i have no plans of finishing... set when jax first joined and ragatha was still new, before shit happens (queenie abstracts) and things got worse for them...
idk i like thinking about the possibilities and i like it when characters start out hopeful and get it beaten out of them so i'm giving jax and ragatha that treatment in my head :)
here's the "behind the scenes" stuff i mentioned in the second of my raggedy ann tadc crossover posts
and here's me giving pomni varying levels of a hard time
old aggie board stuff
one of my first ragatha and pomni drawings on the left (nov 2023) and a lil redraw on the right.... (mar 2024) pls... don't mind my old ragatha design i didn't know what i was doing
and for those who like my sona, doodles inspired by the mafia roleplay/au(?) that's been around... not actually part of it, but i was part of a mafia roleplay myself back in 2020 so idk, consider it an acknowledgement of my roots :D
OKAY so where i've been... well at first it was a normal break, but then i figured i'd extend it until finals were over so i wouldn't get distracted! probably should've given some warning but ehhh i got busy fast and getting to go off grid for a bit was relaxing :)
anyway i'm all done so i'm back more or less??? still fatigued from studying for weeks straight so idk when i'll pick up the pen again but that'll be soon i hope...
and bc i drafted this before it was posted YES i've seen the episode 2 trailer!!! very cool i'm very excited!! gonna try and get ep 2 hype art out before it drops!! :D
#missed you silly people in my computer i hope you are well :)#the amazing digital circus#tadc#pomni#jax#queenie#kinger#ragatha#sona art#my art
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i hit another writer's block and my social battery is 0 again man i just don't know what to fucking do :/
#👻*⊱ ┇✧ ❝ paranormal activity ;; out of character ❞#( now i'm having selene syndrome with palkia and i just :vv )#( why does this keep HAPPENING )#( anyways i'm sorry i'll try to get around to shit on here and set up an interest checker tonight but i make no promises )#( selene i'll try to do a bit on too but i ain't touching palkia rn )
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Chibs with a reader around the same age as Juice and they do it on Chibs’s bike at the club house thinking nobody is there but they get caught by a few of the members
Teach Me How to Ride.
Synopsis - Chibs is teaching you how to ride (in more ways than one).
Pairing - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Female Reader
Warnings - smut. cursing. age gap.
Age Rating - 18+
Word Count - 1k
Author's Note - thank you SO much for this request, anon. it made me feral. that old man owns me and i'm not sorry about it. always open to SOA and chibs requests. <3
Masterlist. Inbox.
"Any weekend plans, darlin'?"
You smile at the blonde man sat on the other side of the bar you're wiping down.
"Nothing too exciting. I think I'm gonna try and get out on my bike."
His brows raise in curiosity.
"You have a bike now?"
"Yeah. Chibs is teaching me how to ride."
"I bet he is."
You roll your eyes at the snickers that come from the other guys who are dotted around the room.
"Real mature, Jax."
"Is he charging you for these lessons, or are you paying him in other ways?"
You put down your cloth and look up.
"I'll jump over this bar and beat your ass right now, Tig. Don't think I won't."
They all laugh, and you can't help but chuckle along with them. You know they mean well. They'd do anything for you, in a heartbeat.
Eventually, the sun sets, and all of the guys make their way home. You've been restocking the bar, not minding staying a little later if it means you get the job done.
You're crouched down filling the fridge when you hear a familiar Scottish accent echo though the clubhouse.
"You still here, sweetheart?"
You stand up and smile at him, grinning wider when he reciprocates.
"Still here. Trying to get my shit done."
"That's my girl. Always working ten times harder than the rest of us."
You laugh, throwing him a beer.
"You're here late. How did the run go?"
"All good, nothing to worry about," he winks.
You think back to Jax's comment earlier, and decide you've had enough of avoiding the truth. You want answers. You also just kind of want to know what he'll say.
"Why does everyone think we're fucking?"
Chibs practically chokes on his drink, taken aback by your sudden brashness.
"What?"
"You heard me."
He takes a moment to process, before a slow smile etches itself onto his face.
"Why do you ask that?"
"Just something Jax said earlier."
"Ignore that bastard. He doesn't think before he speaks."
You chuckle in agreement, finishing up your jobs for the day.
"You wan' a ride home?"
You nod gratefully, making sure to lock up before walking over to where Chibs is leaning against his bike. He's parked by the door, under the shelter, obscured from the yard. He slips a helmet onto your head, before standing in front of you to do up the buckle. His rough fingertips slide under your chin, clasping the straps in place. He swipes a thumb over your bottom lip gently, eyes never leaving your face.
"You're too good for me," he murmurs. "Pretty young thing like you."
"Everyone already thinks we're fucking anyway," you whisper, smirk on your face.
He chuckles lowly, before leaning in to capture your lips with his. He kisses you with need, unbuckling the helmet he just put on you and dropping it to the ground. He's grabbing at you - your hips, your ass, anywhere he can find. You've got your hands tangled in his hair, yanking roughly when he bites your lip.
The two of you waste no time. Chibs is shrugging his jacket off while unbuttoning your pants, pulling them down. You're fumbling with his belt, undoing his jeans with shaky hands. You're both high on adrenaline, desperate to feel the other person. He smashes his lips back to yours and you groan, reveling in the way he tastes like smoke and peppermint.
Chibs grabs your hips and walks you backwards, twirling you around so you're bent over his bike. You can't help but laugh, remembering what Jax had said.
"What?" he chuckles into your ear, hot and heavy against your back.
"Nothing," you giggle. "I'll tell you later. You gonna fuck me, old man, or just stand there?"
He growls under his breath and smacks your ass as punishment, smirking when you whine.
"You gonna ask me nicely, sweetheart?"
At this point, you're not above begging. Besides, you know it'll do wonders for his ego, and you don't entirely mind that.
"Please, Chibs," you whinge. "Waited so long for this."
"Oh, ya have?" he coos. "Better not keep you waitin' then."
In one smooth thrust he slides home, both of you groaning in unison. He plants a hand on the back of your neck, the other with a firm grip on your hip, providing him with leverage. He sets a steady, even pace, careful not to knock the bike over.
He tilts his hips upwards a little and you keen, seeing stars.
"Right there? Yeah? That's it, isn't it?"
You only nod in response, holding onto the motorcycle for dear life. You trust him, though. You know he won't let you fall.
"Fuck, darlin'. You feel so good."
"So close," you choke out.
"I know, I know. Can feel you squeezin' me. Come on, that's it. Good girl."
The lilt of his accent combined with the glide of his hips is lethal, sending you over the edge in no time. You see stars, heart racing and mind blank.
Your undoing is also Chibs'. He groans as he finds his release, leaning over to rest his head between your shoulders. You're both panting, chests heaving as you recover.
After a moment, the bike groans, and you both jump up, laughing as you do it. You're redressing, Chibs stealing kisses from you, when you hear a voice cut through the darkness.
"Well, shit. I was only kidding earlier."
You can hear Jax's teasing drawl before he comes into view, cocky smirk drawn across his face.
You groan as Chibs rolls his eyes and throws his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. Both of you know you're not going to hear the end of this for a long time.
#chibs telford x reader#chibs telford#soa chibs#chibs x reader#chibs sons of anarchy#chibs imagine#chibs telford smut#chibs telford fluff#sons of anarchy smut#sons of anarchy imagine#sons of anarchy fic#sons of anarchy#tommy flanagan#filip chibs telford#filip telford x reader#filip telford#jax teller x reader#sons of anarchy x reader#sons of anarchy fluff#soa smut
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coffee girl
part 1: the big spill
pairings: luke hughes x fem!reader
summray: on her way to an interview at the prudential Center, someone crashes into y/n someone causing her coffee to go everywhere, and that someone happens to be luke hughes.
wc: 786
warnings: slight angst? cussing, slight fluff. flustered and nervous reader and luke. nothing too crazy yet. OH cliffhanger..kindaa
au: hi everyone!! i'm back with another luke fic but most importantly i'm starting my FIRST ever series woooooohoooooooo. im super excited and nervous to write but i can't WAIT. anyways! i hope you guys enjoy the first part of this series. like and reblog if you'd like. thank you so much for all of the love on my other works, i'm so grateful.
happy reading <3
I'm late. Very late. I'm rushing. No, I'm sprinting.
I'm late to the most important interview of my life, all because I wanted coffee.
I shout out a quick “thank you!” to Bastria and sprint out the door. I have 5 minutes to get there. I think to myself I can get there on time. I can do this.
Quickly running across the crosstalk, I can see the Prudential Center. Almost there, almost there. Shit, 3 minutes to spare. I pick up my speed, if that's even possible at this point. I can feel my neck beginning to sweat as I take each step.
As I turn to the arena, I feel a chest suddenly crash into mine, instantly feeling the cold liquid; my coffee runs down the front of me.
I pull back from the stranger with a shriek. Looking down at my white shirt that's now covered in brown. My eyes began to water. This can not be happening to me.
“Oh my gosh, shit I'm so sorry” I heard the stranger say, not being able to pull my head up to meet his eyes, if I did, he’d see mine filled with tears.
I pull my wrist to my face to check the time, I'm 3 minutes late. Late. Now I'm crying, big hot tears are hitting my cheeks before I have the chance to stop them.
“Hey hey don't cry, i'll get you a new shirt. Let me help you clean up” the stranger speaks again.
I tilt my head up to finally look at the stranger and I can't believe my eyes. Luke Hughes. you're actually fucking kidding me. His eyes are locked with mine, I'm trying to search for words to say but I can't seem to find any.
“H-here take my hoodie” Luke says as he pulls his hoodie off his body. Holding it out for me to grab it, taking the hoodie in my hands whispering a small “thank you” in his direction.
“you’re welcome” he says as he clears his throat, “again I'm really sorry” Luke speaks again. “It's okay” I sigh back, my eyes meeting him again, “ thank you for this, I have to go” I quickly say to him as I turn on my heel, I can feel more tears on my waterline threatening to spill.
As I make my way away from him, rushing to find a bathroom. I hear someone shout “HEY” behind me, I turn around briefly, to see Luke still standing there “I NEVER GOT YOUR NAME, I'M LUKE” he shouts at me. “Y/N” I yell back, as I turn back around not waiting for his response.
Im quickly rushing into the bathroom, taking in my disheveled state. Tearing off my shirt and throwing it in my bag as I put Luke's hoodie on, his scent filling my nose, he smells good I think to myself. I pull myself out of my trance quickly. Grabbing a paper towel and bringing it under my eyes and wiping away mascara that's fallen on my face. Fixing my hair, licking my lips deciding this is good enough.
Glancing at my watch, to see that I'm now 10 minutes late. Shit. I began to run through the center, taking the stairs instead of the elevator, my chest and legs burning each step I took.
Finally getting to the place where I'm set to have my interview. I slowly walk into the room, hoping my devils hoodie gives me brownie points and distracts them from the fact that I'm over 10 minutes late to my interview.
“Y/n! there you are! I was starting to think you wouldn't show!” “I'm Micheal but you can call me Mike,” Mike says to me as he holds his hand out to me, I quickly grab into a shake. “I'm super sorry I'm late” I say quickly, “I had a… coffee accident” I chuckle out. If you only know who ran into me, Mike, I say to myself.
“Its okay, no worries! You're here now and that's all that matters!” he says back to me, i smile back at him.
“Lets sit, and get this interview rolling” he says while pulling out a chair for me to sit in, quickly taking a seat placing my bag on the floor beside me.
“Yes, let's get started!” I replied back, “oh nice Devils hoodie! I meant to tell you that when you walked in” he says to me. “Thank you!” I say as I look down at the hoodie. Thanking Luke in my head for bumping into me.
“Okay let's get started, '' Mike says. Nodding my head quickly in response, i really hope I get this job, I say to myself.
#nhl fanfiction#nhl hockey#nhl imagine#nhl x reader#nhl fic#new jersey devils#luke hughes x reader#luke hughes
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can you do a part 3 with Hughes sister and Matt Rempe?
"Together!?" pt3
Pairing: Matt Rempe x Twin Hughes Sister!Reader
YOUR POV
April third. The day you've been dreading. Luke promised to try and talk Kurtis out of trying to fight Matt, but Luke said it doesn't seem like he is budging.
You sit on Matt's bed and watch him tie his tie in the mirror.
"Please be careful." You say for what feels like the thousandth time for Matt.
"I will. You have nothing to worry about, babe."
"I just know he's going to try something. He won't let the idea leave his head."
"I'll be ready for whatever happens. If he does decide to start something it will probably be during a face off."
Matt fixes his collar and turns around to face you. "I got to get going. Good luck kiss?"
You nod and stand up from the bed, making your way over to him.
He pulls you into a hug and lifts you off the ground a little bit to kiss you. "You have nothing to worry about. I promise everything will be fine."
You kiss him again and he puts you back down. "I love you."
"I love you too."
MATT REMPE POV
Putting the both of us in the starting line up was definitely a set up.
We weren't even lined up for the face off yet and he was already trying to start shit.
"You want it?"
"No."
We lined up for face off and I could see him look over at me out of the corner of my eye.
"Your girlfriend will eventually realize how big of a pussy you are and dump your ass. Enjoy it while it lasts, Rempe."
The puck hit the ice my gloves were off and I went straight for him.
We started throwing punches and the rest of the players started fighting as well.
After what felt like forever, we were all finally separated and escorted off the ice.
I could still feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I ripped off my gear.
"You think your girl is going to be pissed, Remps?" Jacob asks.
"At me? No. At her brothers' teammates? Definitely. She already knew he was going to try and fight me. I turned it down at first and then he kept running his mouth."
YOUR POV
The game ends and you go to meet Matt.
K'Andre notices you and bumps into Matt, making him look up from his phone. "Catch ya later."
"Yeah, later. Hey." Matt tells you as you walk up to him.
"What the hell happened?! I saw you tell him no at first."
"He couldn't keep his fucking mouth shut and it pissed me off." he replies.
"What did he say?" You ask, grabbing his hand as you guys walk towards the exit.
"We'll talk about it when we get back to my apartment, okay."
"Alright."
Back at the apartment you let Matt unwind a little bit before bringing it up again. "Can you tell me what he said?"
"He basically just called me a pussy and said that you'll eventually realize and leave, to enjoy it while it lasts. Which yeah, I shouldn't have gave into him, but part of me started to wonder if it was true."
You shake your head no and lean into him. "It's not true. You're not a pussy and I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me now."
Matt slightly smiles and pulls you in for a kiss. "I love you. Way more than you know."
"I love you too."
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You're back in Newark and Jack and Luke have some of the guys over.
They've been trying to get you to come be social for the last ten minutes.
"Y/N!!!!" You hear Nico yell, probably from his usual spot on the couch.
"They aren't going to leave you alone until you go out there." Matt laughs.
"But I want to talk to you."
"We can talk later. Go hangout with them."
"But my bed is so cozy."
"Now I know you're just making up excuses, babe. Your bed is the most uncomfortable thing ever."
"Okay, you caught me, but I don't know who all is here."
"So go see. I need to go to the gym anyway. It will give you something to do while I'm gone."
"Fineeee. I'll talk to you later. I love you."
"I love you too."
You end the call and make your way out of your room.
Dawson and Nico look away from the tv when they notice you walk in.
"Sorry, I was busy."
"Doing what?"
"Ignoring you guys like usual. Where's Rowdy and Luke?"
"They went to get food and the three of us didn't want to go." Dawson answers.
"Three…?"
"Yeah. I'm here too." You hear Kurtis behind you and you turn around to see him leaning against the doorway, arms crossed.
"How's your face feeling?" You ask, earning laughs from Dawson and Nico.
"Fine. Just a little sore. You know, after your boyfriend decided to take a swing at me."
"He wouldn't have if you hadn't provoked him."
"Provoked him? Please, he's just a hothead with no self-control."
You roll your eyes. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Kurtis."
Kurtis scoffs and pushes off the doorway. "You know, he's not the knight in shining armor you think he is. Eventually, you'll see that. But hey, don't let me ruin your fairy tale romance."
With that, Kurtis walks away, leaving you pissed off.
#matt rempe x you#matt rempe x y/n#matt rempe x reader#matt rempe#matt rempe x hughes sister!reader#baby giraffe 🤍🦒
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𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣 | 𝕔.𝕤.
notes: oh shit another one! i’m in a good mood today oops
warnings: no smut sorry just chris w the rizz
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i sat at a booth at the far end of the restaurant, polishing and rolling silverware into neat little bundles. it had been two hours since anyone had come in, so i sent the cook home. i could handle it on my own, the diner had been in my family for years and i basically grew up there. not that there was anything to handle, the floors were mopped, grill cleaned, and now, silverware rolled. but still, someone had to stay behind, just in case.
i was gazing at the sunset through the large glass windows, when i heard the bell above the door ringing. my head shot up and i locked eyes with a beautiful, beautiful man.
i stood up, patting my hands on my ridiculous waitress apron, and approached him with my customer service smile. "hey there, welcome in! just one dining in today?" i greeted him.
"yep.." he spoke awkwardly, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"would you like to sit at a booth or have a seat at the bar?" i grabbed a menu and a set of silverware from behind the counter.
"the bar is fine, thank you," he took a seat on the spinny stool.
"alrighty then, there's the menu for you, my name is (y/n) if you need anything, and i can go grab you a drink while you take a look at that. what would you like?"
"umm.." he flipped over the laminated sheet. "i'll have a chocolate shake please, extra cherries.
"perfect! i'll be back in a minute" i spun around and headed back to the kitchen, secretly annoyed that i had to pull out the blender, and ice cream, and etc. etc.. but alas, doing something was better than nothing. i hurriedly prepared the milkshake, topping it with whipped cream, then some rainbow sprinkles. i made sure to add five or six cherries on top, then adding some extra whipped cream, just because.
i hurried back to the counter, placing his milkshake before him, and popping a bright pink straw into his drink.
"pink?" he raised an eyebrow at me. i felt a shift in his demeanor.
"yes, pink?" i raised one back.
"do i seem like the kinda guy who likes pink?" he smirked a little.
"it's just pink, doesn't mean anything. i grabbed a random straw sweetie, i'll change it out for you, sorry about that," i reached for the straw.
"no no no," he brought the shake closer to him. "my bad sweetie, i thought you were trying to say something, but that's okay, i actually do like pink."
i gave him a puzzled look. "i'm sorry sir, i didn't mean to offend you, i work in a diner, we call everyone sweetie here, that's how we get old guys to tip big. as for the straw, i'll just let you pick what color you want next time."
he focused on his shake, sipping slowly for a second, before looking up at me, licking his lips.
"i'm not offended sweetie, i kinda like it," he laughs. "i apologize if we got off on the wrong foot, i'm not trying to be rude, or weird or anything, i'm just really bad at flirting."
i let out a sigh "-gosh you scared me! i thought you were gonna murder me or something because i'm all alone in this diner! man, you're terrible you know that?" i giggled.
he looked very amused. "how do you know i'm not a murderer? you can't let people know you're all alone here, as pretty as you are. that's dangerous." focusing back on his shake.
"i'm gonna choose to trust you today, i have nothing better to do. anyways, have you decided what you want to order?"
he pays attention to the laminated sheet once more, then looks up at me. "what's good here?"
i roll my eyes.
"what? did i say something wrong?" he's chewing on his straw.
"that's just like, the most annoying thing you could ever say to a waitress but, again i have nothing better to do." i grab the sheet from his hand and point out a couple things.
"if you're in the mood for breakfast food, the biscuits and gravy are good, if you like that sorta thing, our pancakes too, and my personal favorite is the french toast with a caramelized peach topping, but that takes some time if you're in a rush.." he's staring at me. "sorry I'm rambling, there's so much to choose from!"
"no don't worry about it, I'm enjoying listening to you talk. but no, i'm not in a breakfast kinda mood, sorry. you can keep going, if you'd like,"
i feel a blush creep onto my cheeks.
"..okay let's see here. for dinner, we've got our classic american burger, comes with your choice of fries or onion rings?"
"hmm.. no i'm not feeling a burger at the moment."
"how about a sandwich? we've got grilled cheese, turkey club, BLT, maybe a philly cheesesteak?"
he shakes his head no, so i keep going.
"fried chicken? or a salad? we've also got country fried steak."
"i think it's called chicken fried steak, sweetie." he smirked.
"mmm no actually, it's a country fried steak."
"no it's a chicken fried steak, because it's steak, fried like chicken."
"you know what, i don't even care, that's what you're eating, since you can't make up your mind. alright sweetie?"
"alright." more smirking.
"that comes with a side, what do you want?"
"what are my options?" he licks his lips again, eyeing me up and down.
"eyes up here, sir." i point to my face.
"you can do mashed potatoes, green beans, or a baked mac and cheese."
"i'll get the mashed potatoes, thank you sweetie." he says it without an attitude this time.
"okay great, give me a few minutes and i'll have that right out for you, okay?"
"okay," he replies as i hurry back to the kitchen, pulling out all the ingredients for his meal.
as i'm finishing up, i hear the bell chime again, indicating someone has either left or entered the diner.
i peek out the swinging kitchen door and see the man's seat empty. i hoped he didn't leave just as i was finishing preparing his meal.
i plate up the potatoes, then the steak, and smother it in gravy, then walk out to the counter, carefully setting his plate down where he was sat, then sitting on my stool the opposite side.
suddenly, he walks back in, running a hand through his hair.
"hey sweetie! sorry i didn't mean to make you think i left without paying. my brother was just calling to see where i was, so i stepped outside for a moment."
"that's alright, your foods out, and you know, we don't have to keep calling each other sweetie, you know my name, just tell me yours. "
"no i like it this way, it's nicer.” he takes a seat, grabbing his fork and knife, digging in.
"wow y/n this is amazing! normally i don't like this sort of food but wow, you really outdid yourself."
"oh hush, i just had to throw it in the fryer, don't give me the credit." i beamed at him.
"but i do have to clean up, so i'll see you in a bit, enjoy your meal." i winked at him.
"no, please. stay here, i don't like to eat alone. and i like the conversation."
"i really should go clean up-"
"miss (y/n), just a little company please?"
i can't say no to those eyes. "okay fine, i'll sit with you" i reply to him, returning to my seat on the stool.
"good. thanks, babe."
"so it's babe now?" i raised a brow at him.
"we'll play around with it, see what we like more." he takes another bite.
"you're a dork, you know that?"
"i can be your dork," he smiled at me some more.
"that was so corny, don't do that ever again. please, i'm going to vomit."
"ew, babe i'm eating. you shouldn't talk about vomit. it isn't very ladylike."
"but babe, i can't help that you made me nauseous," i pouted at him.
"i don't make you nauseous. you love me!" he pouted right back.
"babe we just met!"
"but you're calling me babe, babe." he grins up at me.
"you got me there. hey babe, you want another shake?"
"i'd love one,"
"okay, be right back!" i hop off the stool and run to the kitchen, hurriedly preparing another chocolate milkshake, extra cherries and whipped cream.
"here it is," i push out the swinging doors.
"a chocolate shake for you, sir," i giggle as i throw in another pink straw.
"you said i could pick! i wanted orange this time." he frowns at me.
"aw too bad, i forgot. sorry babe. but you get what you get, i can't be wasting straws, now, think of the turtles."
he laughed then proceeded to enjoy his shake.
"i can't believe i've never been here before. quality dinner and entertainment, that's quite hard to come by nowadays," he spoke.
"i didn't consider myself very entertaining, but thank you, we try our best here at Jo's." i beamed at him, sat up straight, then jokingly pointed to the "Jo's Friendliest Face of 2023" pin fastened to my apron.
"i was completely joking babe, but i'm honestly astounded that they gave you a pin for being such a dork! this is a proud boyfriend moment." he teased.
"i'm gonna be honest with you, my dad owns this place and i'm the only one who works here besides the cook. anyways, i stole this pin from my dads office to get more tips," i trailed off.
"so you're a liar and a thief, (y/n)?" he laughed.
"aw no more babe?" i pouted.
"you gotta earn it back," he smirked.
i rolled my eyes slightly.
“okay nevermind, i like it when you roll your eyes like that, babe.” he winked.
my jaw dropped at his comment, it wasn’t outright dirty but it was definitely implied.
“babe at least take me on a date first!” i laughed and lightly smacked his arm.
he chuckled and looked down at his plate, which was now bare.
“as much as i’d love to stay and chat, i’m needed elsewhere, but we can continue this conversation another time.” he grinned cheekily.
“alright sounds good, i’ll be right back with your check,”
“no that’s okay, here’s my card. you can just run it.” he handed me a debit card. i smiled sweetly at him and walked to the computer to charge him.
after running it, i flipped it over to read “CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO” on it.
aw, chris.
i walked back over to him and placed the receipt back on the counter, along with his card and a pink pen with a fluffy pom pom on the end.
“what’s with you and pink, babe?” he smirked at me.
“i just think it’s cute, anyways, have a great night. thank you for stopping in and come back soon. i’ve enjoyed our conversation.”
he poked his cheek with his tongue as he watched me clear the counter of his plate, and walk back into the kitchen. i could feel him staring holes through my skirt.
i placed the dirty dishes in the sink and walked back out, but he was gone.
the receipt on the counter was filled out, and i hoped to see his phone number, because that was a normal thing in this industry, i never cared for it until now though.
unfortunately that was not the case. on his tab of $14.12 he had left fifty-seven cents. totaling to $14.69.
with a winky face by the sixty-nine.
what the fuck?
i ran outside hoping to catch him, and he was there, walking to his car.
“christopher!” i shouted in his direction.
he snapped his head around, and smirked.
“what’s up babe?”
“listen, i don’t normally come after people when they stiff me but what the fuck was all that for? you come in and smooth talk me and now you’re stiffing me, writing down sixty-nines and winky faces? is that how you normally treat service workers?” i got all up in his face.
“and then you made me feel like there was something! i thought i li-“
he grabbed my cheeks and pulled me toward him, kissing me passionately.
“don’t call me christopher please, it’s chris. no actually, babe. i don’t like all that formal shit.”
i didn’t even know how to respond.
i stepped back and smoothed out my apron and cleared my throat.
“um, i-i dont even know what to say.” i stared at the him.
“i was trying to piss you off. i can assure you i’m an excellent tipper. trust, babe. i wanted you to follow me out here, see how much you really liked me.”
he pulled his phone out and opened up a new contact, then handed the phone to me.
i grabbed it and typed in my number, shocked but so intrigued by him.
he grabbed it back and erased where i wrote my name and typed in “babe”.
he gave me another kiss, but just a peck this time.
“see you later babe.” he winked then slapped my ass before walking away.
i stood there dumbfounded, before running back into the diner and pressing my back against the door.
my phone buzzed and i pulled it from my apron pocket.
unknown number sent $69
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— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. (𝟏𝟖+)
INCLUDES | nahoya kawata, souya kawata, seishu inui
CONTENT WARNING | smut, oral (fem receiving)
NOTE | I'm not sure how I feel about this one, but I hope you like it! request
— SOUYA.
You sat down on the couch, frowning slightly as you looked through the collection of DVDs that were scattered on the coffee table before you.
"Did you pick a horror movie?" you called out, raising your voice so Souya could hear you from the kitchen. The sound of popcorns popping in the microwave filled the otherwise quiet room, your boyfriend's voice following suit.
"Yep." A few seconds later Souya walked into the living room, reaching into the bowl of popcorn and looking at you mischievously. "You're not scared, are you?"
You responded with a scoff and a roll of your eyes, trying to appear brave. "I'm not a pussy."
....And, boy, were you going to regret that statement.
As the movie progressed, Souya glanced at you from the corner of his eye. He noticed your tense posture and the way your fingers clenched around the popcorn bowl, your knuckles white.
"Not a pussy, huh?" he whispered against your ear, grinning teasingly. You narrowed your eyes at him before turning back to the screen, flinching and gasping when a side character got brutally killed, his screams of agony chilling your blood.
Here goes that good nights sleep.
"Hey, uh... do you need a break?" Souya suddenly broke the silence, starting to feel genuinely concerned. He hadn't noticed before, but you looked really pale.
You nodded quietly, setting aside your pride just this once. You set the bowl on the table, trying hard to stop your eyes from welling up.
"Shit...I'm sorry, I didn't think it was that bad. Are- Are you okay? Come here." he rambled nervously, taking you by the hand and guiding you onto his lap. His hands immediately went to cup your cheeks, his lips pressing to your cheek.
"I'll be fine, it's just... a little too gory for me. Just give me a minute."
"We don't have to keep watching. It's okay."
"No, no! I'm fine. I promise."
"You don't look fine, baby. Let me help."
Before you could say anything, he was manoeuvring you both so he was on top of you, your lips meeting in a soft kiss. You stayed quiet as he broke the kiss and you bit the inside of your cheek when he got down on his knees and parted your legs.
"Are you serious?" you chuckled, your hand tangling in his curls. Souya nodded, winking at you.
"I was getting bored anyway. And I'd much rather hear you scream." You laid back against the couch with a soft sigh as he began taking off your pyjama pants, looking up at you from between your legs and trailing kisses up your thighs. "Relax. I'll take care of you." he whispered, sliding your underwear down your legs and discarding them somewhere on the floor. Then he began to rub circles on your clit with his thumb, slowly building up your desire for it. It wasn't long before he remplaced it with his tongue, eager to make you feel good, his determination fuelled by your moans.
— INUI.
The living room was dimly lit, intermittent flashes from the TV flickering across the space. The movie playing in the background was completely forgotten though, your moans and whimpers drowning out the screams coming from the character on screen.
Inui's hand was resting on your cheek as you rode him, his thumb gently wiping away a tear that the movie had brought to your eyes. You moaned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he began kissing down your neck, whispering words of comfort and praise against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
"I'm sorry, baby." he whispered, his voice soothing. "I didn't think it'd scare you like this." he kissed your lips softly, trying his best to comfort you, "You're doing so good. Such a good girl for me, hm? Come on. No more crying."
You nodded, letting out a weak "okay" as the knot in your stomach tightened more and more with each passing second. Seishu's distraction technique had erased every disturbing image from your brain, turning your anxiety into lust and desire.
The sound of the TV turned into white noise the closer you got to your release, leaving only the sound of your own moans and Seishu's echoing in your ears.
— NAHOYA.
You were cuddled up against Nahoya, a blanket draped over the both of you as you held his hand tightly, your entire body tensed up in fear as you anticipated the next jumpscare.
"I thought you said you weren't easily scared...?" You tutted and slapped his arm, staying quiet.
Nahoya chuckled at your response and that was the end of it, his attention going back to the screen. But then the jumpscare flashed across the screen, catching both of you off guard. You squealed and practically jumped onto his lap, wrapping your arms around him and hiding your face in his neck.
You stayed like this for a couple minutes, clinging onto him, watching the screen from the corner of your eye. You felt a small sense of comfort when Nahoya wrapped an arm around you and placed his free hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing your skin in slow circles.
After a few minute his hand had not left its spot on your thigh, your skin feeling warmer from his touch. It wasn't until you began to shift to try and get off his lap that you felt it slowly trail up your leg, making you stop in your tracks.
You gave him a questioning look but he simply smirked, eyes still on the screen as he began to tug at the hem of your pajama shorts.
“Wh-What are you doing?”
"You look like you need a distraction." He chuckled quietly. "...Just focus on the movie, yeah?"
With that, his hand slipped inside your shorts, cupping you. You let out a soft gasp as he began stimulating your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, his eyes never leaving the screen as he did. You caught a glimpse of his stupid smirk from the corner of your eye, a small whimper escaping your lips when he picked up the pace.
You eventually decided to give in and make yourself more comfortable on his lap, your back now pressed against his chest, his arms holding you close as he played with your pussy, taking your mind off the disturbing things on screen.
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Cure. | N. Romanoff
Natasha Romanoff x Younger!Reader
MINORS DNI!!! (18+!)
Summary: You got infected with the sex pollen and a red haired ..acquaintance offers to help you.
warnings: Age gap (N=32 | r= 20), Masturbation, fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving), strap on (r receiving)
Word count: 2,1k
A/N: Here's part from my ongoing fic ( I hate you! ) that I'm continuing and wanted to share!! :v Please have in mind that English is not my first language <33
As usual, you were lost in thoughts and again didn't notice where your head was taking you. Until you stood in front of Bruce's lab. You were about to go on, when something grabbed you. So you look around and finally go inside.
It was large and very plain. Also, of course white..what does that color always have to do with it? "Hey, Y/N, can I help you with something?" Bruce's voice startled you "No..Just curious." Bruce smiled and continued to play with a device in his hand. As he went back to his work, you continue to look around. You have to admit Bruce is pretty darn organizational and everything has a label, its own container and so on. Except...this one certain piece. It had a sort of orange glow to it and yes that only attracted curious people like you, "Hey Bruce what's this?" You touch it and when you see Bruce face, "O-Oh, don't!" a pulling stench came from the jar, and you drop it and with your luck you stand right in the cloud of the smell. You cough a few times and step aside, "What the hell is that!" Bruce slowly walked up to you, "Oh god..Uhm..How are you..feeling?"
How should you be feeling? You stink to no end now, "Other than the smell, fine. Why?" Bruce holds his hand over his mouth, and you see him thinking. "Bruce, what's going on? What is that thing I inhaled!" Are you going to die? Is that how you're going to die?! He kept coming at you, "I'm so sorry. I-"
"Now tell me what's going on, Bruce, or I'll..."
"You've been infected with sex pollen!" he interrupted you, looking deep into your eyes. However, you only understood the word sex and infected, "W-WHAT?! What does that mean, infected? With what, a-and how long is this going to last now?" You should have stayed in bed...
And you were now. Just with a bit of a shocked face. Bruce explained to you exactly what it means to be infected with it and your head stopped. You asked how you could get rid of it, and Bruce had to stifle a laugh. And now here you are...sweaty, hot and...horny. You had been trying for several minutes, but you couldn't get it off. Is it hormones, or why could you start crying at any time? You're so damn needy, you couldn't think straight,
"My door is always open for that... to talk, I mean, for other things, too."
Your eyes widened. Hell no. No, no, no..She's the last person you would ask for something like that! Bruce must have made a mistake, this will go away on its own..So you lay down on your side and try to sleep. But after many hours, from turning over, to throwing the pillow away, you couldn't. You look at your air conditioner and whimper as you see it set to max. Eventually you give up on it and get up to go to the kitchen. You need ice cubes, liters of water, and Natasha.
Wait what?
When you get to the kitchen, you see how she also just made herself something to eat. You curse inside and go to the fridge anyway, "Hey..." Fuck, now your body is going into high gear again. "H-Hi..." What the fuck was that!!! Why do you sound so- "Are you okay?"
Just getting the water, just getting the water!
"You're really bad at lying, that needs to be mentioned." She calmly continues eating her food, "So what's the deal." Why does her voice have so much inpact on your body? You're thinking desperately, and you just couldn't take it anymore, "Bruce has some sex pollen in his fucking lab for fuck's sake and I inhaled that shit, okay?!" Don't be embarrassed. She's a woman, and you're a woman, so what could go wrong?
"I can help you with that if you want..." If you had drunk your water, it would be on the floor now, "What?" You misheard. Natasha set her bowl aside and leaned forward further, "Believe me when I tell you that it will only go away if a second person helps you with it. I speak from experience..." She tries to smile slightly, but knew how that must sound, "W-Who helped you?"
"It doesn't matter, so?"
You blink several times, "N-No..No! That- We can't do that! I'll do it-"
"I don't want to force you Y/n, but you're just getting started. You don't want to get to the end of the line, really." You keep looking at her. She really means it..No!
You grab your stuff and walk past her. Once in the room, you walked a bit, but the more you thought about it, the worse it got. Your tingling in your stomach is killing you and the heat even further down..Your fingers moved back down, started rubbing your clit. Your other hand reached for your breast, and you start stimulating your nipple as well. "F-Fuck..." You rub your knuckles more against your clit, circular motions sending you into spasms. Your legs start twitching, and you keep trying to concentrate until all the sensation disappeared. You start whimpering and trying to fight it, but it was no use. You were back to zero.
You had tried two more times, but instead of it getting better, it got so much worse that you couldn't take it anymore. So you get up and go over to the one who gave you the offer. You knock and a little later she opened up and grinned at you, "told you."
"Shut up and now help me, please..." She opens the door further and you go inside. You look around and then turn to her, "So..How do-"
Natasha was on you like a gazelle. She attacked your neck immediately, and you had to laugh. She can definitely save the foreplay, "Please fuck me now!" She continued a few more kisses on your neck until she looked at you, "Wow, where do you get words like that, huh, little girl? But before. I need you to answer one thing for me,“ The look she had and how she looked down at you gave your confirmation again that it wasn't a mistake to come here, fuck you could already feel it... "Is this your first time?" You were already expecting that, "No." She looks deeply at you to check for a lie, but when she found nothing, "Don't worry about your problem," She put a hand on your chest and pushes you backwards to her bed. As you lay on it, she climbs over you, "Besides..the best part are not finished in a hurry." She goes back to your neck and helps you take off your shirt. When that was finally on the floor, she wandered down,
Your shoulder, your chest, your belly, everything she touched with her mouth and the heat you already had got worse and worse, "P-Please, do something..." You had waited enough today..She kept looking at you until finally She squatted in front of where you needed Her the most. Between your legs.
She didn't hesitate long and directly started making circular movements with her tongue. The sensation made you spasm right away, and you comply with her movements, "You're doing great..." Fuck, who is doing the best here?! Sex with dirty talk? 10/10! That Natasha was strong, you already knew, but when she turned you completely around in one movement was new. Or your head was already so fucked that you could no longer think. Now that you were lying on your stomach, Natasha had a much better angle and didn't take long to fill you with her fingers.
You couldn't help but moan into the pillow beneath you. This must have triggered something in Natasha as she suddenly climbed onto the bed, reached under your belly and leaned into you, "Don't hide those beautiful noises from me... "A-Ah! F-fuck!" It was too much at once, and you try to hold on somewhere, but you found nothing but her arm. Natasha grunt as she felt your nails in her wrist and that propelled her forward. She went in deeper and managed to put her thumb on your clit as well.
The only thing that held you now was Natasha. That was also the only thing you could think about, "I feel it getting tighter..." The way she whispered that in your ear made you finish and let out everything you had. She helped you ride out the orgasm and then gently laid you down on the pillows. You were trying to catch your breath when you noticed Natasha getting up and leaving. You were already getting ready to leave, but a little later she came back with a strap in her hand, "Is that okay if I take you with this?" You look at her blurry, "Fuck..hell yes.."
She clicked her tongue and pulled out to put the strap on. When She was done, She came over you again. To your surprise, She took your face and turned it towards Her to give you a kiss. She probably took that as a distraction, since she was filling you with her cock at the same time. You moaned into her, and she swallowed most of your sounds, but when she hit a certain spot, you throw your head back. "Found it, hmm?" You were afraid she would stop, so you started nodding vigorously, "Yes, Yes! Right there, please!" Natasha leaned up and turned you around again, holding your hips to get a better grip. She then rammed into you like an animal and the bed started pounding against the wall,
"Th-This..Feels, Ahh!" All that could be heard in the room was your moans and the thud of your skin, and Natasha couldn't get enough. She turned you again and bent your whole body towards her, making you see stars, "So deep~“
"Yeah? Am I making you feel good, huh?" She grabbed one of your breasts and started massaging your nipples, making you twitch, "W-Wait, that's too-" you were cut off as Natasha gave you a certain thrust and ramming into you faster. She was about to finish and so were you, "I-I will!!!"
"Come on..Fuck, go ahead.." Natasha's thrusts became more uncontrolled, and she just rammed into you out of desperation until it clicked, and you moaned her name. This also brought Natasha into her orgasm and she collapsed all over you. She held herself up on her shoulders to look at you and shit, does she love that look you have on your face. "Wow, you really needed that..“Her tone was soft, and you close your eyes to keep that serene feeling, "You have..yeah..no idea..thanks..."
"Wait here." She rolled to the side to get up from the bed. You just thought to yourself 'I have nowhere to go right now anyway' but you let it stick. She was gone for a while until she came back with a fresh towel and a glass of water. She sat down at the edge and gave you the water. You thanked her and took it,
"So..." Natasha was the first to say anything again after a few minutes of silence, "Are you feeling better?" You knew she was asking it to get the mood back up. You couldn't hide the grin anymore, "Yeah..thanks again..I'll owe you."
"No you don't." Even Natasha noticed that this statement came way too fast. She continues to look at you and stands up again. You thought that was it and that it was the sign to go, but as you were about to get up as well, she came back with bedding, "Where are you going?" You were confused, "Um..I thought I was supposed to go?" Natasha rolled her eyes and put the bed stuff on her bed, "Ever heard of aftercare? And I hardly think you can walk two feet in this condition..." She's right...again.
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Shy!reader who’s not fitting in at their new job and is insecure about it? Maybe someone at work is a rude about them being so shy and they come home trying to hide how upset they are. Lots of Eddie comfort? Ily
love you!! hurt/comfort with boyfriend!Eddie being a total love struck fool for you (lightly implied that he can be a bit pervy) ♡ shy(ish)!fem!reader | 1.5k words
Though a cloud has hung over you all day, you still wouldn't change a thing as you push open the door to your new apartment. The first thing you hear is Eddie's voice. He's singing something. He's an okay singer when he doesn't try, amazing when he does, and the sound of his tenor buries itself in your chest immediately.
You kick off your shoes and meander down the hall, past your small kitchen and into the single bedroom. Sweet to see his clothes next to yours on the rack, his jewellery in the same jewellery box, his hair ties wrapped around your hairbrush and his dirty boxers in the hamper next to your discarded work clothes.
He stops singing as you get undressed. "Well, hi, pretty girl."
You roll your eyes but feel a shock of pleasure at his pet name anyways. "Hi, Eds. You okay?"
"I'm great now. What's the rush?"
Honestly, you just don't want to be reminded of work anymore. Ever since you started your new job you've felt like an outsider, and getting to come home to Eddie has been the only balm.
"Sweaty," you say.
"Want me to run you a bath?"
It's not a funny joke. You don't have a bathtub. You smile ruefully at him from over your shoulder and set about gathering a set of fresh clothes.
"Come here?" he asks, putting his guitar to the side of him and spreading his legs.
You move to stand between them in nothing but your underwear. This close, shyness starts to creep in despite his having seen you completely nude many times by now. You hide your naked tummy behind your bundle of clothes.
Eddie looks up at you. His knuckle strokes your thigh mindlessly as he asks, "Are you okay? You don't seem like yourself."
"What do I seem like?"
"Honestly, you look stressed. Was work okay?"
Even thinking about it makes you feel sick and sad. You plaster a smile on your face and shake your head voraciously, keen to forget all about it. "Work is good! I'm gonna shower, okay? And I'll be back, and you can finish singing that song for me."
You kiss his forehead. He looks whiplashed as you turn to leave. "I can sing it for you in the shower, if you want?" he calls.
You giggle. The shower's barely big enough for one person. Still, it's yours and Eddie's, so it's perfect. "Through the door would be perfect."
He doesn't sing it through the door, though he is humming as he walks past. He stops to say, "I'm gonna make dinner, okay?"
"Okay! I'm getting out now."
He's still standing in the hall when you emerge in your pajamas, skin tacky with dampness. You wince when you see him.
"Shit, you scared me!" You laugh to hide how embarrassed you are at having flinched. "What are you doing? Watching me through the gap?"
He laughs in turn. "S'that what you think of me?"
"I've caught you doing worse."
He doesn't balk to his credit, only puts his hands on your shoulders and smiles. "I'm real desperate for a hug, sweetheart. You'll let me have one, won't you?"
You nod. "Of course I will, why'd you- oh, jeez, you're gonna break my back."
He squeezes you so tightly your heels lift from the floor.
He smells nice. You bury your face into his cool neck and breathe him in, hands limp against his back. "You smell good, teddy," you murmur.
He hugs you with big hands and steel arms, his cheek rubbing against your forehead with an unmistakable forehead. "Sorry for camping you out, babe, just thought you needed one."
"Pervy behaviour," you mumble.
He kisses your forehead, your cheek, and then your jaw as he pulls away, cupping your face in his hand naked of its usual rings.
"Come on. You can tell me what's bothering you over dinner."
He makes dinner, forcing you to sit on the kitchen counter in case he needs any 'emergency' kisses. The frying pan sizzles hot with oil and a spicy smoke rises as he chars chopped tomatoes, sliced onion and spice jalapeño fished from a sticky jar with a fork now held in your hand. The other clutches a wooden spoon.
"I'm not a utensil holder," you say mildly, socked feet swinging.
Eddie gives the pan a good shake and everything sizzles. "Of course not. You're my gorgeous sous chef. Do you want nacho cheese from the can or-"
"Yes, please."
He retrieves the can and clicks the can opener onto the brim. "D'you wanna tell me what's wrong?"
"I don't want it to ruin the weekend."
He raises his eyebrows and pries open the can before bringing his eyes to yours. "The more you try not to think about it, the worse it'll get. You know that."
He's warming the cheese on the stovetop by the time you've worked up the courage to tell him.
"I don't think anyone likes me, at work."
"Why wouldn't they like you?" he asks.
He's genuinely puzzled. It makes your affection for him pulse.
"I heard…" Your grip on the wooden spoon tightens until it hurts. "I heard Maggie and the other girl, Lacey? I heard them talking about me. They- they think I'm stuck up."
Eddie works the spoon out of your hand gently. "You're not stuck up."
"Maybe I-"
"What? You're not stuck up. You never have been. You're the opposite," he says passionately, pushing the contents of the frying pan around, eyes flickering between you and the stove.
You try to shrug like it doesn't matter. "That's what they think."
He turns down the heat and ditches the pan to walk into your space, face level with your shoulder. Advantageous, Eddie leans down to kiss your shoulder and stays there.
"It's not fair," he says into your skin. "They hardly know you."
"I guess I'm too quiet."
"You're not too anything," he says, then amends, "besides pretty. And smart, and cool. You're definitely too good for me."
You bring your arm around his back to stroke the hair from his face. "Don't say that."
"It's true."
"It's not true."
"If they think they know you after two weeks then that's their own problem. But they don't know you. I do, and you're not stuck up."
"I'm not upset about that," you say softly, though you rub your thumb over his cheek as a thank you anyhow. "It's stupid. I just don't fit in with any of them."
"Give it time, baby."
You huff a little frustrated sigh that makes Eddie laugh, his breath hot on your skin. He dots another few kisses over your arm before he pulls back.
"Give it time," he repeats. "I know it sucks. People tend to assume the worst because people are assholes, but as long as you keep being you? They won't be able to ignore how plain amazing you are, sweetheart, I promise."
You take his face into your hands. "Thank you."
He doesn't smile, surprisingly, only stares at you. "My poor girl," he says, frowning. Slowly, the frown turns, and the smile you know and love takes its place. "My shy girl. Nothing is ever easy for you, is it?"
You smooth your fingers over his cheeks. "You're easy."
You'd meant for it to come out romantically. As in, you're easy to love, easy to be with, but Eddie starts cackling like a maniac.
"I am! Totally. I'm a slut for you, babe."
You're still embarrassed by the time he's finished cooking, a heaping plate of spicy nachos in his hands and a great smile on his face. "Wanna eat these in bed?"
You wrinkle your nose, though you both know you'll say yes. You always say yes to Eddie. "Will you vacuum after?"
"Sure will."
He fulfils his promise and vacuums after. You're so full of cheese that you lie there, giggling when he vacuums your shirt and pants and squirming away when he latches onto your naked tummy. "Don't!"
"Stay still! You have nachos in your belly button."
You're basically screaming as he wields the vacuum cleaner nozzle at you, enunciating each word, "I do not!"
"You totally do."
"Stop, teddy, please!"
He clicks the vacuum off. "I'm starting to think Morgan and Casey had a point. You're being a total priss right now."
You laugh and hit him with your pillow. "Shut up."
"Make me?"
You smush the pillow over your face to hide your laughter lest he think he's some sort of smooth talker but he must see it, his weight heavy on your thighs as he climbs on top of you.
Just as you'd wanted, you forget all about work.
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S N I F F L E S & S N U G G L E S : Izuku Midoriya
discription : You are under the weather with a nasty virus, and your boyfriend, Izuku Midoriya takes care of you. :)
before reading : gender neutral reader, fluff/Angst comfort (somewhat, I kind of suck at writing angst tho-) TW; mentions of being sick, kissing/making-out, cursing
authors note : Btw yall im writing this bc im currently under the weather and I literally feel like shit rn, So I thought, why not make y/n feel like shit too! >:)
Anyways Enjoy!! <33
You lay in bed miserable, as you turn over and cough, sniffling. You close your eyes, trying to collect your thoughts but your mind is currently everywhere. Your head is throbbing, your heart is beating rapidly, and every time you cough, you feel like you’re gonna cough up an artery. Tears start to form in the corner of your eyes, as you lay on your back, shivering. “This sucks…”, you manage to croak out. Your eyes droop as you stare at the ceiling in silence. You feel a nice, cold hand softly touch your forehead, and you smile, leaning into the touch.
“Hm…still hot…I’m gonna check your temperature, see if it went down yet.” A soft, yet husky voice says to you.
You look up to see Izuku standing over you, and he smiles as he catches your eye. “How are you feeling?” He grabs the thermometer from the nightstand, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I feel shitty...I hate being sick." You open your mouth so Izuku can check your temperature. "100.2...it went down a little, but it's still pretty bad. I'm gonna get you a cold rag. I'll be right back." You watch him walk out the room, before turning back to the ceiling, closing your eyes.
Izuku Comes back in the room with a wet rag in one hand, and a cup of water in the other. You hear him set the cup next to you on the nightstand. He places the cold rag on your forehead, and you hum in relief, smiling.
"I'm sorry you had to miss training today to take care of me..You could've gone, I wouldn't have minded." You watch him walk around your bed to the other side. "Nonsense, I couldn't just leave you here by yourself. and besides," You feel the bed dip, and a hand wrap around you, pulling your body closer to his. "It's better to let yourself rest from hero work sometimes." He lays his head down, resting his face in the nape of your neck. You smile at him, playing with his hair softly.
"I love you...You're so sweet to me." You turn over to face him. He smiles, chuckling.
"It's my job as your boyfriend, right?" He plants a kiss on your nose, grinning. you softly push him back. "Don't kiss me right now, I'm afraid I'll get you sick!" He laughs softly, resting his hands on your waist. "I'll be fine, my love." He kisses you on the lips lovingly, sliding his hands up to your back. You lean into him more, enjoying the way his lips feel on yours as you slide your hands from his hair down to his chest, laying them there. Before you get the chance to go any further, You pull away to sneeze, leaning away from him quickly.
"Damnit...see, I told you." He laughs at you, sitting up.
"How about we watch a movie? Will that make you feel better?" He smiles at you, as you lean into him, your head on his chest. You nod softly, his arm coming to wrap around you. He finds the remote and clicks through Netflix, trying to find something to watch. As he does this, you start to drift to sleep, and soon you're fully knocked out, snoring softly. He looks down to see you asleep in his arms. He smiles adoringly, placing the remote down and planting a kiss on your head. He pulls you closer to him, pulling the blanket up to your shoulders. "There you go....Sweet dreams, My love.." he whispers softly, as his eyes start to droop as well. You both lay there, asleep in each others arms.
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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 10 Things I hate about you ´ˎ˗
Percy Jackson x Fem!ReaderSynopsis: you and Percy make up, and head out to the beach together !!
Warning(s): cursing
Word Count: 1911
A/N: Percy and the beach, yummyyyy😋
╰➤ MASTERLIST pt6
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
If there was one word to describe how Percy felt, it was stupid. He'd completely messed things up with you, and now he felt like shit. He was currently having lunch with Jason, Leo and Charles, whilst complaining about his problems to them.
"Dude, whats she saying about me," he asked.
"That your an asshole," Leo said.
"And some other words we don't feel comfortable repeating," Charles added.
"And how did you manage to mess it up that bad," Jason chuckled and Percy just groaned.
"She was drunk, what was I supposed to do??"
"Dude, she's embarrassed. She tried kissing you and you sat there like a deer in headlights," Leo stated like it was the obviously. It kinda was to be fair.
"Well if we want to get technical," Percy held up his finger like he was about to make a point. "We were technically behind the headlights, not in them."
"But if I smacked the shit out of you, suddenly I'm a villain," Leo held his hands up in surrender, and Percy just glared at him.
"Dude, just try apologizing or something," Charles pleaded. At the end of the day, if Percy doesn't make it work with you, then Charles has no Silena.
"Yeah, but um, there's just one more thing I have to take care of then," Percy stood up and walked over to where Luke was sitting with his friends. "Yo, Luke."
He called out and Luke stood up with Percy, moving to speak in private. "Whats up, not here for more money are you?"
"No, the opposite actually," Luke looked at Percy confused. "I don't want you to pay me anymore, I'm done."
"What do you mean you're done?? I haven't taken Silena out yet."
"I don't care, I'm out, do what you want with Silena, but our deal is off. And if she likes you, then your already set anyways," Percy waved off a complaining Luke and went to go find you.
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"Guys are dicks and I hate them," you complained to Piper.
"You just noticed?"
You glared and she just made a face at you. "But seriously, what is his problem??"
"I could probably help you if you ever, you know, told me the problem."
You were kind of embarrassed about it but said it anyways. "It's just, after all these days of trying to take me out, I go in to kiss him and he just sits there?? Like what the hell is that???"
"Weren't you totally wasted? And he like, wasn't?" You slowly nodded. "Don't you realize while you were taking shots on shots he stayed sober and followed you around, and even took you home once he noticed how drunk you got. Of course he didn't kiss you, that'd be, you know, weird??"
You just rolled your eyes. You're a stubborn woman to say the least, so you didn't want to admit she was right. "Whatever."
She chuckled as you both parted ways. You were walking towards the bathroom before class, when you suddenly felt someone pull you by the arm. Before you even had the time to scream you were in janitors closet.
"Who the fuck do you think you are," you turned around and saw Percy standing in front of you. "Oh my fucking god."
You face palmed as Percy started. "Hi."
"What?"
"I'm sorry."
"Really? Because if that's it, I'll be on my way then," you tried to shove him out the way and leave, but he was stronger than he looked. Actually, he did look kind of strong, but that was besides the point.
"I mean it. I didn't want to embarrass you but you were literally wrecked, and I thought you'd hate me if I did anything. Guess either way you would've just hated me or something, I don't know. But look, I'm sorry."
You appreciated the apology, you supposed. "I don't hate you," you said lowly.
"Hmm," you were about to repeat yourself when you saw that smug look on his face, letting you know he definitely did in fact, hear you.
"Don't push your luck, Jackson," you pointed in his face.
"είσαι πολύ όμορφη όταν δεν με θέλεις να πεθάνω, ξέρεις."
"I'll figure out Greek one day, just you wait. I'll find out all the mean things you've been saying to my face," you laughed.
"I'm not insulting you. In fact, I never was."
"Well.. what are you saying then," you asked, and Percy just stared down at you, wondering whether what he was thinking would be a good idea or not. He decided to just stop thinking about it as he held your face and just kissed you.
When he pulled away, all he said was, "Like I said, nothing mean."
He went to walk out but you grabbed his wrist, stopping him from leaving. "Percy.. are you busy later?"
"I may or may not have detention after school," You raised your eyebrow. "I just didn't want to got to math. Shucks."
"Yeah, shucks." It got quiet. "I'll see you later though, right?"
"Right," he smiled, this time letting you through the door. When he followed behind you, he tried ignoring Leo peering out from the end of the hallway as he made his way to class.
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As fast as the school day started, now it was over. Well, not for Percy, who was currently stuck in detention, how fun. Percy was supposed to be writing an essay about why he was in detention and what he could do in the future to prevent him from coming back, but he was just drawing dicks all over his paper, chuckling to himself.
"No noises," the detention supervisor, or soccer coach, shouted out. Percy rolled his eyes, then he heard the door opening, and saw you walking through.
"Hey coach," you greeted as you walked toward the front of the room.
"Sorry Y/N but I'm a little busy," he huffed out as he turned his back towards the class and shuffled through some papers. As he did so, you turned over to Percy, signaling him. to make it over to the window by where the coach was currently facing. Outside the window was a ledge Percy could climb down from, giving him a release from detention. Except you may of whispered to loud, catching the attention of your coach.
"Well, um. I'm just here to talk about some strategies for next game," you said. Thinking of lies on the spot were actually kind of hard.
"And um, what is that?" He was now facing away the window, and Percy was slowly making his way towards it.
"I'm just giving you an idea, something off of what you told us. You know, the diversion plan."
"I taught you that," he questioned as he began to look around the room, but you stopped him by grabbing his face, before he notice Percy, or the lack of Percy.
"Yes you did. Basically we need to be there," you turned his head slightly one way, "Then making the other team turn the other way," you turned his head again and this time letting go.
"And how would we make them turn-" Percy made too much noise when opening the window. "What-"
So you used your last idea, "Like this!"
You lifted up your top, no bra. Whoops! Hey, it worked, except Percy almost stopped before coming back to his senses and leaving through the window, finally. "Well, thank you for your time, it was duly appreciated."
You held your head down and laughed as you left the cheering classroom (yes, you have nice boobs, don't even girl), running to catch Percy outside. By the time you reached the front of the school, you were out of breathe. You saw Percy sitting down on the steps as you took a seat next to him.
"Nice 'diversion,'" he joked, caused you to softly punch his arm.
"What? Thinking on the fly is hard."
"S your best idea was to flash your tits to your coach?"
"You know what, if you want to stay here you go do that," you joked as you walked toward your car. Percy just laughed as he followed you.
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"Parlez-vous anglais," Charles read from his book, and Silena repeated back. They were practicing pronunciation as Charles spoke and Silena repeated.
"Est-ce que tu vas un jour me lever et m'inviter à sortir," Silena spoke up, somewhat agitated.
"What," he started flipping through his textbook. "I don't remember reading that."
Silena just rolled her eyes and walked off, leaving behind a very confused Charles.
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'ugh why can't boys take hints'
You laughed at your phone as Silena complained about Charles. Right now you were waiting downstairs in your car while Percy ran up into his apartment to grab a pair of swim trunks. After sneaking him out, you guys spent about an hour an half just driving around, doing nothing in particular. As the sun started to go down, Percy got the idea to eat down by the beach.
You were knocked out of your laughter when Percy banged your window.
"Hey there," he said as he sat back into the passenger seat. You just started driving back to your place for your own swimsuit, thankfully your dad was home to stop you. You grabbed a purple bikini and ran back to your car. "Finally, I'm starving."
"Yeah yeah, slow it down bigback you'll be fine,' you clapped back. You guys made your way to the closest dominos and bought a pepperoni pizza and some cinnamon bread twist (Percy's Treat!!). The smell alone made you want to salivate.
Finally making your way down to the basically empty beach, you laid down a towel as Percy placed the food down. You were both talking and laughing as you watched the sun set into the horizon. You both laid back and watched the sky fade as Percy turned toward you.
"Can I ask you something," he asked.
"Yeah?"
"How come.." he paused, as if trying to find the right words. "you know, you act the way you do?"
"Why I act like this?"
"Not in a bad way of course, but you aren't the friendliest at first, you know. Well yeah you know."
You chuckled, "I don't like doing what people want of me, or expect of me. Being like everyone else is so boring. Why live up to their expectations instead of my own."
"Makes sense, I supposed."
"He supposes," he rolled his eyes and chuckled.
"Can I ask you a question now?"
"Go ahead."
"What happened those eight months you went missing?"
He was quiet and you didn't know if you had taken it too far. "I don't know. Its like I was just asleep and woke up with.."
You tilted your head as he sat up and lifted his shirt. He was covered in scars. "Woke up with these," he finished.
You sat up close to him, and without even realizing it you started tracing them with your fingers. "Sorry, that must've been terrifying."
"Yeah, but it's okay, I guess. Not like I know what happened anyways," he grabbed your hand and held it. You looked up at him, and even in the moonlight, those sea-green eyes still sparked like the sun was beaming. And this time, you were the one who leaned in and kissed him. This really did make up for Friday night, huh.
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✰είσαι πολύ όμορφη όταν δεν με θέλεις να πεθάνω, ξέρεις - you're very beautiful when you don't want me to die, you know
✰Parlez-vous anglais - Do you speak English
✰Est-ce que tu vas un jour me lever et m'inviter à sortir - Are you ever going to stand up and ask me out
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hehehe I just saw you write for Karl 🤭 anyways can we have Karl with an s/o that's way clingy. Like just will walk in during stream simply because they missed him. Or will just be with him in a stream holding his hand to where he just moves his hand with yours lol
-🎀 anon
YES OMG THIS IS MY FIRST KARL ONESHOT/BLURB THING THANK YOUUUU
KARL JACOBS ; clingy
summary ; youre a clingy partner and karl loves it 🫶
warnings ; language
genre ; fluff
word count ; 896
masterlist
Karl will be streaming and just chatting and you'll walk in, a blanket around you cause it's like midnight, and you just sit on his lap and curl up, face buried in the crook of his neck. He'll just look down at you with the biggest grin and wrap his arms around you.
"You okay, baby?"
You nod and drift off to sleep in his arms.
He continues talking but a bit more quiet, aware that you just wanted him near while you slept. His hands didn't leave your back once the rest of the stream. Once he finished up, he carried you to bed very carefully to make sure you wouldn't wake up.
You stir awake due to the movement and lack of heat, seeing Karl climbing into bed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"
You sleepily shake your head no and just pull him over towards you.
he's the small spoon 100%
constantly kisses your knuckles in your sleep and leaves kisses on your forehead and cheeks
he does a quiet little giggle when he looks at you bc you're so cute hwjaekjenw
he wraps his legs like completely around your hips so you can't leave BAHAHGSHS
he likes just resting one hand on your neck and the other he just tangles in your hair
You'll both be out with friends and sit next to each other, and you'll hold his hand and rub his knuckles with your thumb.
The way he crumbles holy shit.
He'll look over at you like "dude I'm trying to focus they're talking" and you'll give him a smug little smile because one, you're holding his hand and two, you're getting attention out of it.
Quackity takes notice and does the childish little "oOoOoooOOo" as well.
Another instance would be you walking into his stream cause you missed him and just like sitting in the background or next to him to enjoy his presence. Sometimes, he'll just grab your hand on instinct to hold it, but he'll be talking, and so your hand just kinda moves with him because he talks with his hands.
If he gets excited, he does the same thing. He'll instantly throw a hand back to you to hold yours, and you just comply. Chat always notices this.
If he's playing a horror game or a horror Minecraft mod, he'll use you as a human shield. You're the barrier between him and the screens. He's terrified of that thing in the fog that's built like a giant animal. (watch Calvin's videos of his series of into the fog, the scary ass black entity is what I'm talking about)
"y/n, sit on my lap, please, I need a human shield"
"that's a whole crime but okay"
"y/n, y/n help! he's gonna get me STOP"
when he gets jumpscared, he'll hide his face in your back, and his arms instantly wrap around your midsection
you eventually play for him because he's too scared to even look up
once he hears you get jumpscared by the thing in the fog he instantly starts the "see what I mean? it's scary when you're the one playing!"
"HOLY SHIT ITS CHASING ME, HELP, WHAT DO I DO??"
"DONT GO BACK TO THE HOUSE ITLL BREAK THROUGH DOORS"
"YOURE FUCKING JOKING, KARL"
Sometimes if you're too lonely and lazy to get up while he's streaming, you'll donate and use TTS to talk to him. He finds it adorable but he hates the fact you willingly spend money to talk to him and he sets up a little TTS thing that only you can use. Think Philza's "___ would like to share something, lul" tts setup for his friends.
"Karl, I made dinner it's downstairs, I'm watching a movie if you wanna join 😔😔"
"y/n/n I'm sorry! once I'm done I'll join you, I swear"
"Dude what are you building..."
"come here and help me then!"
"nahhh"
"stop! I can hear you laughing downstairs, you're so mean"
"laughing with you, not at you"
"blocked. banned. bye bye!"
'y/u/n donated $20!'
"y/n! stop!"
"mwahahhaa you'll never stop me"
"You look like a Picasso painting"
"... I'm taking that as an insult, y/n/n"
"Wait- who painted the Mona Lisa then?"
"Holy shit"
constant compliments + and/or failed ones
he appreciates it all though don't worry
Constantly loving him through acts of service, he feels bad because he feels like it's more of a chore to you. You assure him that it isn't, and you pull out the same complaints when he gets you things because he's a gift giver.
Obviously, you two are both physical affection people as well, so sometimes you'll just snuggle up wherever and shit. Movie nights are the best. He usually falls asleep first, and you chill on the couch with him to finish the movie or start a new one while his head rests in his lap.
Carrying him to bed is the most common thing ever.
minecraft dates
constantly getting each other flowers
you always have a hand on each other lmao
the most drawn out hugs when one of you has to leave for a while lmao
he straight up carries you around the house for valentines day or your birthday
like if he sees you walking he'll fake cry and everything 😭
gas station snacks on road trips go hard with him
cuddling in the backseat at night like halfway up the coast 🫶
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Nightmares
Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x daughter!reader
Word count - 1,234
Warnings - mentions of death, nightmares, slight mention of bullying
Summary - your worst fear comes to you in your dreams and you retreat to the one person who can provide you comfort
A/N - hey y'all I'm back with another fic posted just in time to be a present to y'all on my birthday! I kinda took inspiration from my own experiences as a Military brat. My dad went to Afghanistan when I was eight & at boarding school and I heard on the radio that the camp he was at had been invaded and holy shit that was like the most terrifying moment of my life. This was another anon request so I hope I did the idea justice (sorry it's a bit shorter than my usual fics). Anyways I'll stop rambling now. As per y'all, please send in requests feedback and enjoy!!
When you had been taken up to bed by your dad, tucked in and gifted with a kiss on the top of your head before your dad switched the light off, you were sure you would have sweet dreams just like your dad said before he left your room. You were wrong. You woke up in the dead of night with tears pooling in your eyes and staining your cheeks. Your worst fear had been swimming around in your head recently, especially since Greg in your class at school kept bringing it up when he knew there wasn’t a teacher around to stop him. When your dad found out about it you were embarrassed, you were eight and didn’t want your dad or your friends to see that Greg was affecting you with his taunts. As you lay awake, you tried to fall back asleep but every time you closed your eyes you saw flashes of your nightmare taunting you. After several failed attempts at going back to sleep, you pushed your duvet back, grabbed your beloved soft toy and went to go to the one place you knew you could be comforted.
Bradley Bradshaw could sleep through most bumps in the night. There was a concise list of noises that could actually rouse him from his sleep. His alarm set on his phone. The alarms in the carriers. And the creaky floorboard right outside his bedroom door. The last thing on that list was the thing that woke him up this particular night. He heard the familiar squeak of the floorboard and his eyes peeled open slowly. He listened carefully for a tell-tale sign of what was going on outside. He heard his door open slowly and, in the darkness, he saw your familiar figure sneak in, closing the door behind you before clambering onto the other side of the bed and making yourself comfortable. Just as you settled down, Rooster rolled over and pulled you into his arms as you squeaked slightly, immediately melting into his embrace, and cuddling closer.
“What are you doing, creeping in here little miss?” He asks with a grin as he tugs the duvet around you. When you didn’t respond, choosing to bury yourself further into his side his smile slipped away. He knew that something was definitely up for you to be clamming up on him. He knew you weren’t scared of telling him things but if you were upset or scared of something you required a bit more coaxing. He knew that because you knew what he did for a living you wanted to be brave like him and that meant not being scared of anything so you were embarrassed to be scared most of the time now and it broke Rooster’s heart.
“y/n, what’s up sweetheart?” He asks, stretching an arm out to turn his bedside lamp on before focusing his attention back on you. You try to get out of the conversation once more by hiding your face in the crook of his neck, but Rooster carefully moved you away, sitting up and placing you on his lap where he notices the tears pooling in your eyes.
“I had a nightmare.” You whisper as Rooster reaches to wipe the falling tears from your cheeks with his thumbs.
“What was it about? Can you tell me?” He asks you softly, watching you carefully as you nod carefully.
“I had a dream that you died. Greg keeps saying that you could die while you’re at work and I’m scared.” At your small voice, Rooster felt his heart break and he tugged you into a hug and ran a hand up and down your back as you cried into his neck. As Rooster pressed repeated kisses to your temple, he vowed to bring up this Greg kid to the principal of your school and see if he can talk to his parents about this issue you’ve been having with him. He also understood where you were coming from in your fear of him not coming home. He lost his father when he was only five years old, barely old enough to have any memories of Goose and he was terrified of leaving you behind in a similar way. He tightened his grip on you slightly as he thought of you being alone.
“I’m okay. It was just a dream. But it’s okay to be scared sweetheart.” Rooster whispers, feeling you nuzzle closer into the crook of his neck as he speaks.
“You’re never scared. I want to be brave like you and Mav.” You mumble into his neck and Rooster presses yet another kiss to the side of your head before leaning back so he could see your face.
“y/n/n, everyone gets scared sometimes. Even me and Mav. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Rooster says softly, frowning slightly when he sees on your face that you’re not entirely convinced by his words so he vows to talk to the Daggers and Maverick tomorrow and see if they can bring any advice. Moving on to his next idea to comfort you, Rooster gently takes one of your hands in his and places it on his chest, just above where his heart was and holds it there as you look at him with wet eyes.
“Feel that? I’m alive and I’m not going anywhere soon y/n/n. I always fight my hardest when I’m working so I can come home to you.” Rooster says, lifting his free hand to run through your hair gently before wiping the remainder of your tears away.
“Can I sleep in here, tonight?” You ask timidly, cuddling into your dad’s chest, reminding him of when you were a baby and loved to be held in his arms. Rooster always cherished moments like this because he knew that before he knows it, you’ll be all grown up and will want to be out exploring the world and won’t be home all the time whether he liked it or not.
“Of course, you can, sweetheart. Here, let’s get nice and comfortable, shall we?” He asks, shifting you to be alongside him as he lays down, tugging you into his side and keeping you in a protective hold like he could singlehandedly keep the nightmares and bad thoughts away with a simple embrace. He switched the lamp off and settled back into the pillow, smiling to himself when he felt you resting your head on his chest, right above where his heart sat so you could listen to the gentle thumping to help lull you to sleep and be a gentle constant reminder that he’s alive and with you. As you settle down, he begins to run a soft hand up and down your back to help you fall asleep quicker.
“I love you, daddy.” You mumble into his chest as sleep takes its hold over you once more.
“I love you more, sweetheart.” Rooster whispers when you’ve given into the clutches of sleep. Rooster watched you sleep peacefully for a few minutes, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Rooster knew you’d grow up sooner than he’d like you to, and that maybe when you’re older you’ll have someone new to turn to on sleepless nights or nights plagued with nightmares. All he could do right now was hold you tight, knowing you were still his little girl for a little bit longer.
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17. A kiss to distract, if it sparks ✨️
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"This is so stupid," Buck mutters, sounding more embarrassed than distressed. "I can walk back, Eddie, just let me—"
He breaks off with a pained noise a moment later. Eddie pauses with the first aid kit half open to give him a pointed look, and he sits back down. He's not quite pouting, but it's not far off from one, either. He's got his leg carefully propped up on the slightly mangled frame of his bike, though that's probably as much to keep from dripping blood onto his new joggers as any good practices about keeping sprains elevated.
The joggers are a loss anyway. Buck was going fast enough when he slid on that patch of gravel that it took a good ten feet for him to skid to a stop, and he was only on his bike for half of that.
"Or," Eddie says reasonably, "you could stay there while Chim brings the car around, let me put something on your road rash, and not walk two miles back on that ankle before we find out for sure if it's broken."
"It's not broken," Buck mumbles.
"You don't know that."
"I've broken a lot of bones. It's just a sprain."
"Okay, well, you still shouldn't be walking on it."
Buck lets out a deep, huffy sigh and subsides. Eddie unzips the first aid kit and pulls out sterile bandages, tape, and a tube of Neosporin. He's got his water bottle to rinse it out, and it doesn't look like there's any debris lodged in the wound. Just a raw, bloody strip from Buck's elbow to his wrist where he tried to catch himself when he went down.
He'll be fine. Eddie is still a little shaky with adrenaline from those ten seconds—maybe not even that—between Buck skidding to a stop with his bike half on top of him and Buck sitting up with a groan and a cranky, Aw, shit, come on, that was brand new. But Buck will be fine. Objectively, he knows this. His nerves are just taking a little while to catch up.
A woman on a bike comes to a stop next Buck as Eddie makes his way back over. She's older, flyaway gray hair under her helmet that she tucks back out of her face as she peers down at him with visible concern. "Are you okay, hon? Do you want me to call someone?"
"Oh, no, no thank you," Buck says, beaming up at Eddie as he approaches. "My boyfriend's actually a firefighter."
"You're a firefighter too," Eddie says, overwhelmed with fondness. To the woman, he adds, "Our friend is bringing the car around, but thank you."
"I know I'm a firefighter too," Buck says, as she pushes off and bikes away. "I just meant, you'll take care of me. You always do."
"I try to," Eddie says honestly. He crouches down next to Buck, setting his supplies on the curb, and reaches for his water bottle. "Here. Stretch your arm out so I can—perfect."
Buck's lips twitch a little at that, but he holds his arm steady so that Eddie can rinse out the wound and pat it dry. He holds still while Eddie applies Neosporin and bandages, and it's only after that's finished that he says, quietly, "Sorry."
"What for?"
"I scared you."
Eddie stills briefly. Buck noticed; of course he did. He's too observant not to realize that Eddie's heart froze in his chest when Buck went down, a surge of cold panic that seems deeply silly now. Then he sets the empty package in his hand aside and leans down to press a light kiss to the top of the bandage, the same way he used to when Chris was still young enough to put up with it.
"Don't worry about it," he says. "It's not like you did it on purpose."
"Yeah, but I'm trying to do that less. Scaring you, I mean."
"I appreciate that, but it's not—" he shakes his head. The middle of a sunny bike path in downtown Los Angeles is probably not the place to get into this, honestly. Besides. They both know the history there, the context. "How's your ankle?"
Buck shrugs a little, leaning his shoulder against Eddie's. "It hurts. But I'll live."
"Sorry. Anything I can do?"
Buck laughs a little. "I don't know. You could distract me?"
"Distract you, huh?" Eddie turns toward him. Their faces are close enough that he barely has to lean in at all to brush his lips across Buck's. He feels Buck smile briefly before kissing him back. "Like that?"
"Yeah, that'll work," Buck whispers, and kisses him again. Then he lets his head tilt against Eddie's shoulder, and Eddie wraps an arm around him, and they stay like that until Chim pulls Eddie's truck up to the curb and taps the horn.
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(for these kiss prompts)
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