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ddejavvu · 16 days

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Hiii I was just wondering if I could request some Han Solo x reader? Like maybe him with a super soft shy reader and Han just has the biggest soft spot for her, like maybe she gets injured in a fight or smth and Han is all sweet and doting towards her (or as sweet as he can be 😭) love youuu

happy may the 4th! send me star wars requests/headcanons and we'll have a party <3

his own brand of sweetness <3

"I told you not to rush in there," Han's voice is stern as his face wrinkles with the force of his frown. He's peering down at your arm, a gash stretching from shoulder to elbow from where a sharpened staff had caught you in the heat of battle. It's not as deep as it is wide, which is a small blessing, but it does sting, moreso when Han slathers it in antiseptic.

"I was trying to help you," You protest feebly, "They were shooting at you."

"Uh-huh," He glances incredulously up at you, "And I was shooting back. That's what a fight is, sweetheart. If I hadn't gotten to you in time, they'd have plucked you off of that spear and hung you on the wall."

"I think I helped, though." Your voice gives way to a slight cough, courtesy of the smoke inhalation you've suffered, "'Cause they got distracted when they saw me and that's how you got through."

"They got distracted 'cause they saw you as an easy target! You should let Chewie and me take care of the stupid stunts," He corrects you, stretching a strip of gauze around your bicep, "And I mean stupid; that was braindead, sister."

Humbled by your injury and Han's lecture combined, you grumble, "You are pretty good at stupid."

"Incredible." He marvels, sitting back and looking at your half-wrapped arm, "I'm sitting here, playing medic because you decided to run face-first into an entire Imperial fleet, and you're sitting here telling me I'm a moron."

"That's because you're yelling at me for trying to help you," You level him with as vicious of a glare as you can manage, "Face it, Han, you can't shoot your way out of everything."

"It's never failed me before," He insists, finishing up the dressing on your freshly cleaned wound, "But thank you, brave warrior, for charging headfirst into a fight you were hopelessly outgunned in, and making me circle back to drag your lifeless body back onto the Falcon."

Thank you for distracting them, is what he really means, but words like those could never come directly from his mouth. You know their translation though, and you grin proudly, "You're welcome, Han."

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adriellej · 2 months

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Masterlist

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester/Jensen Ackles

Sam Winchester/Jared Padalecki

Castiel (Novak)/Misha Collins

Extra characters of SPN

SPN no parings

Personalized fics

Flash:

Harrison "Harry" Wells/E!2

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stars-are-just-ghosts · 2 months

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CALLING ALL HARRISCO READERS

It's that time of year again when the urge hits me to write some one-shots starring our two favorite idiots-in-love: Harrison 'Harry' Wells and Francisco 'Cisco' Ramon. So I'm throwing out a fishing line into the Harrisco ether with some one-shot prompts as bait. Choose from the following and in-box me with a letter and number! Do you want more than one? I've got you covered! Do you have your own idea you'd like me to tackle? I'm totally on board! Here is my Harrisco one-shot collection so far, if you're interested: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2535001 I'm excited to get this ball rollin'. I know our ship has taken some hits and is still small. But gosh darn, if it isn't still mighty. So send me those prompts. And please reblog for anyone else you know who loves Harrisco! Happy viewing to all the readers/art lovers, and happy creating to all the fandom creators! -QuietDarkness A) Angst: 1. “You’re allowed to fall apart a little.” 2. “I’m here. I know that’s not enough, but it’s all I've got.” 3. “I don’t expect a happy ending. I just want an ending.” 4. “You’re the love of my life. I wish I were yours.” 5. “I pushed you away because you deserve better.” B) Silly: 1. "Well, what can I say? I'm a badass." 2. "Don't look for any redeeming qualities. I don't have any." 3. "He's crazy, and just when you think you've reached the bottom of his crazy, you find a crazy underground parking garage." 4. "I'm listening to you, I'm just not paying attention." 5. "If my day gets any worse, I'm asking Hell if they have an exchange program." C) Phobia: 1. Achluphobia / Nyctophobia: Fear of darkness / Fear of dark 2. Pyrophobia: Fear of fire 3. Somniphobia: Fear of sleep / nightmares 4. Trypanophobia: Fear of needles/injections 5. Autophobia: Fear of being alone D) Comfort: 1. "You, me, blanket fort." 2. "Tell me how to help." 3. "We can stay here as long as you need." 4. "Do you need a hug?" 5. "I won't leave you." E) Whump -pick either Harry or Cisco-: 1. Harry or Cisco gets shot. 2. Harry or Cisco gets stabbed. 3. Harry or Cisco gets kidnapped. 4. Harry or Cisco gets tortured. 5. Harry or Cisco has memory loss. F) Other: 1. Marriage proposal 2. First date 3. First time 4. Jealousy 5. AU (You decide!) G) BONUS: Your own prompts! Throw em at me!

(Gif credit goes to its creator)

#harrisco #harry wells #cisco ramon #one shot #ao3 #quietdarkness #fanfiction #fandom #harrison 'harry' wells #francisco ramon

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heytherejulia · 2 years

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Matchmakers ~ Harry Holland

pairing: harry holland x reader, tom holland x zendaya

warning: minor injury, swearing

summary: Tom, Sam and Harrison play matchmakers

word count: 1,9k

Harry was sitting on the couch smiling at his phone. For the past few days he had been texting with this cute girl he ran into at the club. During this time, he got to know her quite well and began to discover that he might have some feelings for her.

But Harry didn't have as much confidence as Tom, as much charm as Sam, he wasn’t as good looking as Harrison (in his opinion) or had as much charisma as Paddy. He just wasn't them and he just wasn’t the best when it came to girls. He needed some advice, but he knew asking his brothers or Harrison would definitely not be that much of a help. The guys may have been good with the opposite sex, but they weren't shitty advisers on this field.

On the other hand, Tom, Sam and Haz did notice a change in Harry's behavior and figured that something serious was bothering their friend, but they wouldn't be themselves if they hadn't teased him before trying to help. Harry was too focused on replying to your message to notice that Tom was standing behind him reading all the messages on the screen.

‘So who is Y/N with a heart emoji, bro?’ The younger Holland jumped as usual in fear. Habit.

‘None of your business.’ He smirked sarcastically and locked the screen of his phone.

‘Hey Harry, come on, I told you about my current girlfriend.’

‘Yeah, you did. Two years ago, when I caught you with her on foreplay in our kitchen. I don't think I've heard of Zendaya as your official girlfriend before, and you've been shooting with her a lot longer.’

‘You should ask her out sometimes, you know? Maybe this is your chance, man.’ He knew Tom was right, but he would never admit it for his life.

‘Yeah yeah. I'm going to my room.’ Harry was halfway up the stairs when he heard Tom scream.

‘Just ask her on a date already!’ The words automatically made both Harrison, Sam and Daya run out of their rooms.

‘Who's asking whom on a date?’

Harry felt his cheeks turning red, and the urge to stick Tom's mouth shut or to kill him was growing with every second. Tom, on the other hand, couldn't care less about his lil bro’s death stares and pleading glances. Maybe he felt a little sorry for him, but at the same time, he knew it would be better for Harry if he shared it with his loved ones. As an older brother and a friend, he knew that this particular twin was not the smoothest with the girls and their help would certainly be needed.

‘Nobody, not now at least, but Harry's been hanging out with some girl named Y/N and he should definitely take her on a date.’

‘Leave me alone, I'm going to my room.’

When Harry disappeared behind the door to his room, it was Tom who spoke first.

‘We have to help him somehow. He will never go out with her without us.’

‘Ooh, man. Do we play matchmakers? I'm in it.’ The enthusiasm that gushed out of Harrison and Tom was worrisome to Zendaya, and she genuinely felt sorry for Harry, but she doubted her intervention in this endeavor would help anyone.

‘Sam, you’re in, right?’ Daya really hoped Sam would be smarter than her boyfriend and his best mate, but, oh boy, she was so wrong. The younger Holland joined this plan as eagerly as the previous two.

‘Z, are you with us?’

‘No, definitely not. Guys, you should let Harry make his own decision and you definitely shouldn't be playing matchmakers. Especially when you suck at it.’

‘Oi! But you know him. He won't do anything until someone pushes him to do it.’

‘It's still his life, Tom. Anyway, I'm going to the store, do you guys want something?’ The boys shook their heads. ‘See you later then.’

‘Hey, Z’ The girl turned. Tom walked over to her and placed a kiss on her forehead. ‘Now you can go.’

After Zendaya left, the boys began to create a brilliant plan to get Harry to ask you on a date. They forced him to listen to their advice, on the condition that they would leave him alone afterwards.

Harry had two options here: listen to these idiots and maybe take advantage of it, or ignore them and deal with their complaints for the next few days. The second option definitely suited him better (excluding brothers and a friend sticking their noses into his love life), but the first option was a win-win for everyone. After all, he did not have to take their advice, and listening to them would not hurt him.

‘Okay, Harry. We have three ideas, three great ideas for your date with Y/N. And before you get out of the way, everything is already set up with your cute girlfriend.’

‘How the hell did you do that?!’

‘We hacked your account, man, and you’re meeting with her this Friday. This is where my wonderful plan comes in.’ Tom began. ‘Well, you’ll take her to the cinema for the horror movie, and then …’

As it turned out later, Tom's plan sucked so bad. Not only was the movie boring, but not scary at all, not least in Harry’s and yours opinion, but Tom, Sam and Haz, who went to the same screening to follow their brother's progress, screamed like little girls on every jumpscare that appeared on the screen. At the end, you and Harry spent some time in the café talking about the shitty movie and your hobbies, but to the boys' displeasure, there was no open flirting or kissing between you, you just acted like friends.

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‘Okay, now that we know Spider-boy's plan sucks, we're going with mine. You’ll take her to paintball and then perhaps with a bit of luck you can kiss her. You know, someone will shoot her and you will take care of her.’

This date turned out to be an even greater failure than the previous one. You went on paintball (matchmakers along to spy on you), but as soon as you started the game, you were shot down by a player from another team in the face and ended up with a big bruise under your eye and visited an emergency room because of the paint in your eye. In fact, Harrison's plan probably worked slightly too well.

You didn't blame Harry for the whole incident and even said that it was your craziest stay in the hospital and that you had a lot of fun in the waiting room, while waiting for some ophthalmologist to remove the green paint from your eye. Fortunately, the paint was non-toxic and you were able to return to work after a few days, but Harry was still furious with his friends who came up with silly ideas like hiring a guy to shoot his date friend.

‘Well, Batman fucked up too.’

‘Hey! Not at all! The plan was good, it wasn't my fault some idiot shot her in the face!’

‘You hired this idiot.’

But Tom and Harrison didn't hear Harry’s words because they were too busy with their own problems. They started arguing over whose plan was better, and went on to arguing about who would win a fight: Spider-man or Batman.

‘Batman.’

‘Spider-man.’

‘Batman!’

‘Spider-man!’

‘Batman!!’

‘Spider-man!! Do you know how I know it? Because I'm Spider-man.’

‘Shut up, you twats. Harry, just take her for a walk in the park, you both have dogs, so take them and go for a romantic walk. It can't go wrong.’

Contrary to Sam's assurances, it could.

Your doggie was still a puppy and was afraid of practically every bigger noise, so when you walked into Richmond Park and saw how many people had taken their dogs out just like you two, Harry knew that a third date in a row would be a total failure.

And that's exactly what happened, because the little french bulldog ran away from you as soon as a few larger dogs ran up and started barking at Tessa and Muffin, inviting them to play, and you both spent the whole afternoon looking for your dog. He eventually was found two days later when a woman came with him to the vet and called you after she saw your poster about a lost puppy.

However before your dog got lost, Haz, Tom and Sam decided to take Monty for a walk to spy on Harry and you. They turned out to be even worse spies than dating advisers. The three of them wore hoodies and sunglasses and sat on the bench directly opposite the one that you were sitting on. Harry recognized them right away, but not wanting to start a fight, he just offered you a walk in another part of the park.

But you did not live under a rock, and you recognized the boys, not only from the internet but also from Harry's stories. So when he grabbed your hand and started leading you to the west side of the park, you smiled awkwardly and waved at the young men sitting on the bench.

By that point, Harry was already so furious with the three of them that he gave them silent treatment and only spoke to Zendaya, who lived with them. He knew it was childish behavior, and in fact some of the events were downright bad luck and coincidence, but he was furious nonetheless, perhaps more at himself than at the boys.

Harry was sitting in the kitchen, editing photos from the last photoshoot he had taken and drinking his very milk tea when Z entered the room.

‘How's your dating going, Harry?’ The boy scowled at her and rolled his eyes.

‘Terriously, but I'm quitting making another attempt, maybe we just shouldn't be together.’

‘Or maybe you should just stop listening to those idiots you call friends? Two-thirds of them have no girlfriends, and your idiot of a brother is mostly with me because I took all the first steps. Harry, try something simple that both of you will be comfortable with. For example, invite her to your place for a movie marathon and just have a good time. If it doesn't spark between you guys, she’s not the one, but please don't do anything Sam, Harrison or Tom suggest you do.’

As it turned out later, Zendaya’s advice was the best of all. Harry really invited you to a Netflix marathon, and you watched “Brooklyn 9-9” cuddled up for the whole night. Perhaps you even shared a few kisses during one or the other episode, and then you perhaps even stayed overnight.

At a time when Harry was finally having his dream date with his perfect girl, Zendaya was lecturing the boys about their irrational behavior.

‘I told you all it is his life and to not interfere. I told you that Harry had to take the first step himself and your advice would not help him. Didn’t I?’

‘Darling, we just wanted to help.’

‘You should have helped him by simply supporting him, not by arranging shitty dates for him. Therefore, all three of you will apologize to Harry and Y/N for your behavior.’

‘But, Daya.’ The girl interrupted Harrison's statement. ‘End of discussion, boys. You know I'm right.’

She was, but neither of them was going to admit it. Maybe that was just the trait of all Hollands. And the Osterfields.

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crudemisterybutfandom · 7 months

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"Ringo and George have established a secret relationship a few months ago, but despite everything, neither of them dares to take the second or third step of a relationship, which is to get to know each other in a more intimate perspective, or as other people say, just have sex, or make love

everything changes in George's damn garden."

My one shot is finally made guys..... Be nice... Please..... (Lazy drawing on thereee)

#the beatles #ringo starr #george harrison #starrison #fanfic #one shot #it was so hard to do oh my god

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spideyzgirl · 2 years

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↳ *desire play* ༉‧₊˚✧

summary ↠ tom wants to try something new in the bedroom, but he left you in the dark about one important thing.

pairing ↠ tom holland x reader x harrison osterfield

warnings ↠ smut, threesome, cursing, cuckold, name calling, degradation + praise, dirty talk, oral (m+f), use of blindfold

wc ↠ 1533

(A/N) this better unflop me fr 😤

taglist | masterlist

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tom caressed your hips gently as he slipped his fingers under the sides of your lace panties. your lips moved together, the kiss getting deeper and hungrier. your hands pry at the waistband of his boxers, desperately tugging at the fabric.

he pulls away slowly and grabs at your hands, making you pout. “what’s wrong?” you ask.

“nothing, i promise. just wait here, i wanna try something.” he gently moved you off of him and gave you one more kiss before he headed out of the bedroom. you decided while you waited, you go ahead and strip yourself of your bra and panties.

a few seconds later he returned with a black cloth in his hands, and your excitement at his return turned into curiosity. tom smiled to himself as his eyes roam over your body, taking you in as he neared you. what an angel you were.

“tom, what’s that?”

“it’s a blindfold,” he held it up for you to see. “i wanna put it on you. would you be okay with that?”

“yeah, i’m up for it.” you nodded. you liked trying new things with tom, especially in the bedroom.

“good girl.” tom stands over you and puts the blindfold on you, altering it so it fits right on you. “it’s not too tight, is it?”

“no, ‘s fine.” there was silence after that, you didn’t even hear his footsteps moving around you. a few seconds went by as you waited anxiously. your heart pounded hard with excitement. you didn’t know what he was going to do to you, and that’s what thrilled you.

you flinched slightly when he parted your legs, his hands kneading your inner thighs gently, your skin burned with eagerness. he parted your lips, and you could feel his soft breath tickling your clit. desperation swirled in the pit of your stomach as you waited for him to do something, anything.

finally, he swiped his tongue from your slit to your pulsing clit, collecting your juices on his tongue. a sharp gasp fell from your lips, and you immediately moved to toy with your nipples.

he flicked your clit feverishly as he went to work on you with his tongue, eating your pussy like it was his last day on earth. you arched your back, nearly snapping yourself in half as moans erupted from your throat. your stomach tensed as he dipped his tongue into your hole, fucking you with the thick muscle. his large hands pushed your legs further apart, trying to taste more of you.

you ran a hand down to feel his hair, and when you did, you frowned a little. you don’t remember toms hair being this short. it wasn’t as soft or as curly as it usually was either. you tried to ignore it and focus on what he was giving you, but you just couldn’t shake the strangeness of it all.

“tom?”

“yes darling?” he responded. his voice came from a different direction though, and the tongue on your cunt never stopped going at you.

you ripped the blindfold off, and gasped when you saw harrison lapping away at your pussy. what the hell?

you looked to your left and there was tom, stroking himself with a pleased smile as he watched his best friend tongue-fuck you. it was harrison the entire time, not tom.

“it’s okay baby, relax. let harrison make you feel good.” tom let out breathily.

“god, she tastes fucking amazing.” harrison chuckled and went back to devouring you.

“i told you. my girls got the best pussy ever.”

you didn’t know what to do. you wanted to push him off of you, but you didn’t want it to stop yet, it felt so fucking good. would you be betraying tom if you let this happen? he was letting it happen. besides, you couldn’t say you never thought about taking them both at the same time. you never thought it’d become reality though.

you moaned at their words and let the pleasure take over your body. your eyes fluttered shut and you relaxed, letting the mattress take your weight again. tom smiled at your acceptance and rubbed himself faster.

the idea of his best friend giving it to his girlfriend was something that turned tom on plenty. it might’ve been the fact that he knew he could make you cum harder and faster than any other, and it was amusing to watch them try to outdo him. no one could fuck you better than tom.

he thought back to the night that inspired all of this. you woke tom up with your squirming, and you had started moaning harrison’s name in your sleep. he knew he should’ve been pissed, but he for some reason, he was turned on. so he watched you that night, listening to your moans and whines and praises. he even took it upon himself to stroke himself while he watched, and you both came. he didn’t even know it was possible for someone to do that in their sleep.

he hadn’t stopped thinking about that night ever since. neither of you brought it up to the other, so here tom was, surprising you with what you both secretly desired.

“you know baby, after you had that wet dream about haz that one night,” he spoke up. “i just couldn’t get it out of my mind.” your eyes widened at the mention of it. he wasn’t supposed to know about that. you felt guilty for keeping it a secret, and even guiltier that the dream happened at all.

“i- are you mad?” you whined.

“oh no baby, i’m not mad. god knows i should’ve been but fuck, after fantasizing about it, you just look so sexy this way darling.”

you moaned and tried pulling harrison closer to your pussy. shit, he was good. not as good as tom of course, but definitely a close second. harrison chuckled, the vibrations stimulating you even more.

“why don’t you put that mouth to use baby?wanna see those pretty lips around my cock.” tom moved closer to your face, and you eagerly took him in your mouth, moaning as the bittersweet taste of his precum smeared on your tongue.

you bobbed your head, whimpering around him when harrison pushed two fingers inside of you, thrusting and twisting painfully fast. tom threw his head back as his face contorted in pleasure, your whimpers and whines sending tingles up his spine. “good fucking girl.”

toms fingers find your nipples, pinching and pulling at the pebbled flesh. your mind was a blur and your body was on fire. tears pooled in your eyes as you took everything they gave you. it was too much, but at the same time you still wanted more.

“aw, my sweet girl is crying. what, does it feel good? is it too much?” he cooed, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face. you shook your head no, and he chuckled lowly. “not enough?”

you give him a pleading look, and he gasps after finally realizing what you’re silently begging for.“oh. i see what you want. damn, my girls such a slut.” he removes himself from your mouth and walks over to harrison. “slide over haz, one tongue just isn’t enough for my baby.”

harrison makes room for tom, and as soon as toms tongue was added with harrison’s, you were sent to second heaven. you’ve never had two guys taste you at the same time, the feeling was unexplainable.

it was painful as it was pleasurable. harrison was focused on your clit, while tom plunged in and out of your hole. your body went completely numb, and your mouth hung open, but you couldn’t make a sound. your back arched as far as it could go you were sure you’d break. “so fucking good for us.” tom mumbled, slapping your inner thigh. the pain only adding to the pleasing ache in your cunt.

you looked down in between you, and let out a shaky breath. the boys were sloppily lapping at you, not even caring that their tongues would clash every so often.

suddenly, your bubbling in the pit if your stomach before was threatening to erupt, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. you finally released, your high crashing down over you, overwhelming you completely, liquid heat running through your veins. your body trembled as you let out a shrill cry, your pussy gushing all over the boys mouths.

“that’s my girl.” tom smiled and rubbed your thigh soothingly. “did so good for us love.”

they cleaned a bit of your juices off of your thigh, as you laid there completely out of breath, your body still trembling. tom took notice of that and shook his head at you. “oh darling, we haven’t even fucked you properly yet.”

“w-what?” you asked, your mind still foggy from your orgasm. you look to harrison who was taking his belt off while eyeing you like food.

“we’re not done with you yet, love. look at what you’ve done to harrison,” he spoke. there was no denying the tent in his pants was because of you. “you’ve gotta help him feel better now, darling.”

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writtenpreferences · 2 years

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castle byers (18+)

"I promise, he hasn't been out here in years. We'll be fine," Jonathan said, a boyish grin on his face as he led you through the woods. You had an idea where he was taking you, but you couldn't imagine that's how desperate the two of you were. You weren't going to deny the fact that you two were dying for alone time.

You squeezed his hand, reassuring him that you were on board with this little plan, as silly as it was. The trees opened up into a little clearing, where the trees thinned out and the grass was drier than other parts of the woods. In the middle of the clearing, standing proudly in the sunshine in all its glory was Castle Byers.

"See? All alone," he tugged you forward, and the two of you practically sprinted to the makeshift fort. Could the two of you have been teenagers in either of your houses? Sure. But, you had too many sisters, and Will and his friends were always in and out of the Byers' at the most random times, you two couldn't risk being caught.

Jonathan pulled back the makeshift door, the wind billowing it up dramatically. You giggled as it smacked him in the face lightly, tiptoeing in before him. "You've brought me to your brother's fort... to fuck?"

Jonathan ducked through the entrance, grinning as he spread his arms. "Oh but this isn't a fort, baby. It's Castle Byers. Do I not promise you the best?" He doesn't let you answer, though, because he's rushing you, wrapping his arms around your waist and peppering your neck with kisses. You melt into a giggly mess, trying not to knock anything over in the small space. You move to meet his lips, once, before you pull away long enough to settle down on the pillows and blankets below you.

"I'm going to get twigs in my hair," you pout, looking up at Jonathan. He gets down to your level, brushing your hair from your face. "We can worry about that after, yeah?" You smile at him gently.

Then it's like a switch goes off in both of you. You're throwing your arms around his neck, yanking him down on top of you. He throws his arms out to catch himself, but not once had he faltered from your lips. Your hands are tugging at his hair, the the collar of his shirt, the the bands of his jeans.

He throws your hands off, pinning them to your side, and you look up in surprise, smiling. The look in his eyes had to have matched yours: wild, frenzied, like two feral animals in heat. He bucked gently against you, and you instinctively went to reach out for him, forgetting your arms weren't in your control. You aim for the next best thing, hitching your legs around his waist, trapping you two crotch to crotch. You grin back at him, ball in your court.

He shakes his head and lets your wrists go, and it's back to hands everywhere. It's not even romantic; just clothes flying off and onto the ground. He's on his back, propped up with some pillows, watching you clumsily pull at your jeans.

Then you're on him. You take him gently in your hand, the pure adrenaline of just doing it getting the both of you going. You rub your thumb over the head of his dick, keeping your eyes on him, head tilted as you watched him carefully. He also keeps his eyes on you, inhaling deeply as he does. You sit up on your knees, lining yourself up with him. You smile down at him, teasingly, as you slowly lower yourself down to meet him. You smile widens into a grin as his breath quivers when he slips in, just a little. You go to pull back up, but before you can, his hands are gripping your waist, almost painfully.

"Don't," Jonathan groans as he forces himself into you, "don't you go anywhere." And you can't even defend your teasing because what he's done is enough to set you moving. "Oh, Jon..." you trail off, moving your hips against his, because he was fucking right back up into you.

You brace yourself on his chest, your fingernails digging in slightly- there's no doubts there'd be marks tomorrow. Jonathan moves his hand up, settling it at the nape of your neck and pulling you down for a kiss. You moan into his mouth, throwing your hips back. You could feel him in your tummy, feel him hit right where he'd have you unraveling in mere minutes.

You had to give it to Jonathan Byers, he definitely had caught you by surprise the first time you'd seen him naked. Here he was pleasing you just right. You lean back, angling yourself, his dick hitting further into you. "Fuck, just like that baby," he groans, a hand on your hip, gripping tightly, while the other moves up your naked torso, groping your breast, almost frantically.

You ride him enthusiastically, your own hands cupping your breasts, your left hand holding his. You're bucking faster now, because honestly, you never last long on top. He can feel you start to slowly contract against him, and it's egging him on like he needs. Jonathan gets restless, though, and he sits up, holding you tight against him, making it easier for you to bounce on him.

"Yes, baby, bounce just like that, please," he whines, hiding his face in your neck, his forehead sticking to your skin. You can only imagine what your shiny face looks like in the early summer sun. You claw his back, hands slick, when he sucks one of your nipples between his teeth. He's biting down gently when your vision starts to fade out, and you fold against your boyfriend.

Together, you cling to each other, and you can feel yourself getting right there. Selfishly, you pull back, tugging on Jonathan's hair as you arch away from him, begging to finish. "Please don't stop, baby, please. I'm right there, fuck. Just right there."

Jonathan listens obediently, thrusting himself into you, even though he can feel his dick tensing up and any second now it was going to be over. Your cunt tightens around him, and you're becoming undone, nails raking up his back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you whisper in between breaths, slowly riding down your high as you continue bucking, because Jonathan is right there.

"Yes, (Y/N), good girl. Aw, baby, I can feel you on my dick, such'a good girl," he groans, pumping once, twice, one final third time as he fills you up. You moan softly, pushing the hair from his face away. He pulls you in, giving you a soft kiss, before you roll off him.

You lay, staring at him through hooded eyes, your thighs slick with Jonathan. He's staring at you, fingers trailing up and down your arm, raising goosebumps. He leans forward once, kissing your forehead, nose, then finally your lips in a chaste kiss.

The both of you are exhausted, the pent up frustration having been released.

"There are going to be here for a couple days, you know?" He points at the crescent marks on his chest. You can only smile lazily as you roll onto your back, staring out at the forested sky above.

You reach for his hand, and laugh softly. "Can't believe we defiled your brother's sanctuary. Who knew we'd have such good sex in the forest? "

"Nah, nah, nah. Not the forest. A castle, princess." Jonathan squeezed your hand.

"Shut up, we are never doing this again," you laugh, smacking his chest lightly. "Come on, check. There's twigs in my hair, isn't there?" You complain, moving to sit up on your elbows to inspect. But Jonathan has you, face cradled in his hands and he's kissing you against the pillows again.

"It's just your tiara," he whispers. A roll of your eyes shuts him up.

"Fine... maybe, just maybe, we can come back." You say. Jonathan can only grin.

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guess im back hehe, drop requests babes !!

#stranger things #stranger things blurb #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #blurbs #taking requests #Steve harrison #Eddie munson #billy hargove x reader #reader insert #Eddie munson x reader #stranger things one shot #stranger things 4 #st4 #jonathan byers smut

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jackiequick · 1 year

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Your in love, aren’t you? • The Flash Fanfic ⚡️

HR Wells and Lea O’Conner One Shot | The Flash Fanfic ⚡️

“HR your in love, aren’t you?” Lea asked with a grinned, standing in front of the taller man.

“W-what? Me? Me in love? Noooo!” HR tried to defend himself but his eyes said otherwise.

One thing that every Wells they met so held strongly was their eyes and mannerisms. It’s one thing she noticed the 3rd time around with The Wells crew, as much as Harry likes to deny him ever being compared to the others, it was clearly there.

“HR. I can see it in your face and your hand gestures today, matter a fact this whole week.” Lea pointed out with her hands on her hips.

“Maybe.” HR admitted with a goofy grin on his face, “Okay, I am in love!”

“Ooo who’s the pretty girl?”

“Tracy.”

“Tracy?!”

“Yes it’s her!”

HR was grinning and started to blush a bit. It was the cutest thing, rarely do you ever see a Wells blush. Grin like an idiot, yes. Blush? No. Lea started grinning brightly at the sight. HR was one of kindness and most sweetest people she knows, of course Tracy would go out with him.

“I just don’t know how to woo her.” HR admits with a smile fidgeting with his drumsticks a bit.

Lea sat down and nods, “What do you mean? HR, honey, all you gotta do is ring in that classic Wells charm.”

“How, flower? I-I don’t know how women on Earth 1 like to woo..”

“Awwww! First off, if she likes you back then Tracy has great taste in men. And secondly, buy her a small bouquet of flowers and a size small of favorite coffee.”

“Ohhh! I can add a little custom note, like a poem.”

“There you go! Use that writer brain of yours HR. Your a Wells, your clever than anyone.”

HR grinned brightly bouncing up from his chair and with a flicker of his wrist placed his hat on his head. Always a flare for the dramatically sweet moment. Lea laughed a little, practically seeing his gears turning in his head. Always happy to help a friend like him.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much, flower! I know excited what I’m going to do!” HR yelled excitedly and pulled her into a adorable embrace, placing a kiss of her forehead always grateful for his friends.

She laughed hugging him back tightly, knowing all he needed was a small push. “Your welcome, HR! Now go on before it’s too late, it’s 2:31pm already!” Lea replied with a smile.

“R-right! I’m going now, don’t tell anyone okay?”

“Of course not. Theses lips are sealed, I won’t tell a soul.”

“Promise? At least until I tell Cisco.”

“I won’t tell anyone, HR.”

The writer of Team Flash left with a grin, not before grabbing his black jacket and almost stumbling out the door in excitement. Once she was sure he was gone, she smirked with a dazzling look in her eyes.

“I’mma go tell Caitlin.” Lea said with a cheeky smirk to herself and raced off to the top floor.

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⚡️ Thank you for reading this short one shot. I hope you enjoy it!

Tags: @gaminggirlsstuff @yetanotherwells @drspencereidhotch @gcthvile @blueboirick @sherloquestea @superspookyjanelle @morgan108 @topgun-imagines @ohgodnotagainn @blackheart-beauty @rooster-84 and etc

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holland-daydream · 2 years

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Truth or Dare (part 2)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader x Harrison Osterfield

A/N: Here is part two for Truth or Dare, you can find part one here

Warning: Female submission, male domination, pure filthy smut, threesome. Only 18+, minors will be blocked

Word Count: 1.6k

You opened your eyes wide at the question, considering his previous reaction you had already discarded the idea that there was an upcoming threesome with him, and you had to admit his sudden disposition took you by surprise. Yet, being the tease that you are, decided to play it innocent. “What’s next? Sleep, like we said” you said, smiling widely at him. Harrison rolled his eyes at your teasing response and ignored it, looking directly at Tom “Dude, are you seriously okay with this?” “F’yeah mate, as far as she wants to take it, I’m down”. He said, looking at you. He sighed as a confirmation and walked along with you both.

“Did you bring your car? We can drop you off at y-“ you asked, friendly. “You ain’t dropping me anywhere, I’m staying at yours tonight”. He answered in a boldly way, which weirdly turned you on. He jumped in the back seat and Tom was driving, you shuffled through the music until finally deciding for 3 by Britney Spears. “Fitting” you thought. The silence in the car was overwhelming and uncomfortable, there was no way this could be turned into a sex scene in half an hour. You decided to bring up some small talking to avoid the cold to take over and keep the both engaged and out of their thoughts, in case they were overthinking the situation.

Your plan succeeded and by the time you reached home a few topics had been addressed, just trivial stuff such as what Netflix show were you binging on, but that was ok.

Harrison had stayed at your house multiple times and needed no guide, so you walked straight to the kitchen to prepare three glasses of wine and get everything clear before jumping at the action. Tom turned on the music, a slow and sensual music playlist, and let it play in the background at low volume. While Harrison was in the bathroom, he approached you. “Hey love” he started “are you sure about this, right? You know if anything goes wrong you can always speak and we’ll stop” he reassured you. He was the most caring person you had ever been with. “I know buds, I’m more worried about Haz. He doesn’t look too sure, I don’t wanna force this” you said, pouting. “He’ll be okay, this isn’t his first one” he said, raising your curiosity to know more about other stuff Haz had done. “Ask him” he jokingly said, brushing off the subject.

Harrison came from the bathroom and although he looked nervous, he walked firmly to you and grabbed the glass of wine. The silence took over again and you decided to finally put the subject on the table: “So, I’m up for anything you’re comfortable doing, Haz”. He choked on the wine and after recovering himself he nodded, “I’m up for everything” he answered. You laughed at his eagerness and found it cute. “But, is there anything you don’t like?” You really wanted to make everything clear so that everyone had fun. “Not really, I mean, I don’t like being the bottom one or anything like that” he said, mostly looking at Tom. “D’worry mate, I’m not into that either. The only bottom one will be y/n” he said. You blushed, you loved it when he talked about you like that, like a toy. Tom knew that, saw you blushing and jumped at the chance. He put down the glass of wine and slowly walked to you. “In fact…” he continued, standing behind you and wrapping his hands on your neck from behind, firmly holding you. He put his lips right next to your ear, “…she will be our bottom. She will be our toy, our little pleaser, because she is such a good girl, isn’t she?” you closed your eyes at the sound of his words, biting your lip and moaning “mhmm”, Tom pressed harder on your neck “mhmm what?” “mhmm Daddy” “Good girl”. Harrison just stood there watching, already hard just by watching you squirm at Tom’s words. “Baby, you know good girls don’t keep guests waiting. Come on, give Haz one of your special kisses” You locked eyes with Tom and left his embrace, quickly moved on to Harrison, grabbing his face and bringing your lips together, slowly introducing your tongue inside his mouth, you both moaning at the sensation. After a while you separated and grabbed his hands, you three walking towards the bedroom.

Tom grabbed you by the hair, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Undress”, you nodded and proceeded to undress yourself, eagerly. Tom and Harrison stood back and watched you, while Haz was still shy, Tom was having the time of his life.

So, you stood there completely naked in front of them, shyly waiting for them to say something.

“What are you waiting for, Haz?” Tom teased. “Cm’on baby, you know just how to make people feel good” he continued, with a smirk, and sat down on the armchair to watch the scene. You grabbed Haz by the wrist, helping him sit down on the bed, then proceeded to unbelt him and remove his trousers, while he was dazed by your actions. You slid down his underwear and gently grabbed his member with your hands, slowly licking it without losing eye contact with him. He bit his lip watching you, but when you put his whole member on your mouth, deep, he lost it and threw his head back overtaken by the pleasure. You continued to work your way with his cock, gagging and licking it, sucking and moving your hand, rejoicing yourself with the moans coming out of Harrison’s mouth. After some minutes he raised his head and mumbled “fuck, stop, I’m gonna cum”. You totally ignored his words and continued, being interrupted by Tom, who grabbed your hair and forced you to separate from Harrison. “Didn’t you hear him say stop?” your eyes were now meeting Tom’s, spit all over your face and your eyes a little dazed and watery. “I thought you were obedient, baby” he said, pretending to be disappointed. Truth is, he adored when you disobeyed because that gave him the chance to punish you. “s-sorry d-daddy” you mumbled.

Just by the hair, he threw you on the bed next to Harrison, face down ass up. You didn’t dare to raise your head, you knew better than that. You heard another belt unbuckling and knew it was Tom’s. “Fuck” you thought. And here it came, your ass was hit by the leather material, which left a pretty red mark on your ass but also a tingling sensation. You bit your lip to hold back the moan. “I ain’t hearing you” Tom said. “Thank you, Daddy” you said, loud enough for him to hear. He gave you 3 or 4 more strokes, all followed by a “Thank you, Daddy”, and your ass had gotten a bright red colour now. “Wanna try?” he asked Harrison. He grabbed Tom’s belt and imitated his gesture, giving you a light stroke which felt like tickles after Tom’s spankies. “You need to hit her stronger” Tom was trying to teach him, grabbing the belt. “Like this”, he said, hitting your ass so harsh that you jumped a little. Harrison grabbed the belt again and hit you, this time stronger. “Thank you…” you weren’t sure what to call Harrison. “Sir”, he said, finishing your sentence. “Thank you, Sir” you said, smiling at the name.

Tom sat on the bed in front of you, cupping your face into his hands. “How are you baby?” you kissed him “’m good”. “Alright, get on all fours” he commanded, and you obeyed. He slid down his jeans and placed his hips in front of your mouth. “I’m not gonna lie baby, I’m a bit jealous Haz got a blowjob and I didn’t. How bout you suck me off while he fucks you from behind, hmm?” you nodded with a smile and he slid down his boxers while you felt Haz getting positioned behind you, firmly grabbing your hips and slowly entering his member into you while you gagged on Tom’s cock. Haz was fucking you deeply, holding you so hard you thought he was going to bruise you, while Tom was holding your head against his cock so you gagged, drooled and choked on it. Your moans were silenced by having your mouth full and you could feel the orgasms build up. “Fuck, you’re so wet” Haz mumbled. “Baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep working me this well” Tom said. You were abandoned to the pleasure and couldn’t form a coherent sentence even if your mouth got freed from Tom. “Fuck baby” Tom muttered, holding you so hard you knew he was going to come soon. He did, filling your mouth, and then moving to the side, letting you fall down on the mattress with your mouth full of cum while Haz was still fucking you. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum too” Haz said, and Tom knew you had to be close too. He kneeled down, close to your ear, “Are you gonna be a good girl baby? Cum for Daddy, love” he whispered. You swallowed Tom’s cum and let yourself go into an orgasm, your contractions and moans were enough for Haz to finish and finally come inside of you, letting out a loud moan.

They laid down next to you while you still felt in a haze, sweating and smelling like sex. After your breathe had calmed down Tom was giving you kisses, cuddles and caresses. “Bubs, you should go to the bathroom” he advised, which you nodded, because you knew how important it was to go to the bathroom after having sex. You took the little time alone to compose yourself after returning with the boys. You laid down, and Haz started cuddling you. “So, how was it?” you asked them both. “Amazing” “Lovely” they both said. It didn’t take long until you all fell asleep.

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland one shot #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x reader x harrison osterfield #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x reader #tom holland x harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield x y/n #harrison osterfield x reader

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looneylukey · 2 years

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haunted | han solo

pairing: han solo x fem!reader

word count: 305

“No!” You screamed as Luke got attacked by another wave of lightning. "No! Please, I'll do anything!"

"He deserves it." Palpatine hissed. He smiled evilly, savouring the sound of Luke's and your screams.

Darth Vader strode over, picked Palpatine up and threw him into the chasm, saving Luke's life.

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"Father, please don't go." You begged, tears streaming down your face.

"It's too late for me, my daughter. Take care of yourself and your siblings." Darth Vader said. "Help me take off this helmet."

"But Father, you'll die." Luke spoke softly.

"It's too late for me, son. Just let me look at you two with my own eyes." You slowly removed his helmet, gasping at his pale and scarred face.

"You were right, children. Tell your sister you were right." Vader died, and you put your head in your hands, sobbing. Luke pulled your hands away from your face, and engulfed you into a hug. You placed your head into the crook of his neck, crying softly. He placed his chin on your head, sighing.

You bolted awake, accidentally waking Han in the process. "Mmm, princess what's wrong?" He rubbed his eyes sleepily.

"Nothing, Han. Just a memory I wanted to forget." Han was sitting next to you in an instant, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his lap.

"It's okay y/n, I have some memories that I want to forget too. Just let it out."

You wrapped your arms around him, laying your head on his chest. Your cries were quiet, but Han heard them.

"I d-dreamed about my father's d-death, a-and Luke getting shocked a-again." You hiccuped.

"I know it hurts, princess. I'm here for you, whenever you need me." He lay back down, moving into a more comfortable position.

"Thank you, Han."

"All part of the job description, sweetheart."

#han solo #harrison ford #han solo x reader #harrison ford x reader #han solo imagine #han solo fanfiction #han solo x y/n #return of the jedi #star wars #star wars fanfiction #solo #han solo one shot

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whumpacabra · 5 months

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What would wolf do if I gave him a big fuzzy blanket ?

From you, a stranger he doesn’t know? He would be suspicious - a comfort like that doesn’t come without a price. He would politely express his gratitude and awkwardly hold it until he knew what you wanted from him (and by extension what you want him to do with the blanket). But if you gave it to Harrison to pass along? Wolf would be wrapped up like a burrito’d kitten, walking around with it over his shoulders, etc. Maximum cozy.

#not whump #answered asks #beans speaks #I eat worlds #freelancers au #you know how cats sometimes loaf face down? that’s all I could think of when I got this ask #yes yes wolf is dog coded but he’s also anxious cheetah who needs an emotional support dog to show him everything is Fine and he can Chill #horse vs a scary plastic bag kinda vibe #wolf would be so damn territorial of that blanket it is His and No One can take it from him except Harrison #(in which case he would assume he did something wrong and didn’t deserve the blanket in the first place bc the man’s self esteem is shot)

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ddejavvu · 4 months

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pairing: han solo x reader

summary: han knows how to reset your attitude

contents/warnings: based on the line 'you could use a good kiss!', condescension, brat!reader and subsequent brat taming, use of 'sister' as a pet name as he uses it for Leia in the movies (ie. not the way you'd use it towards an actual sibling), don't like don't read.

You call storming after the hotheaded captain through the corridors of his rickety ship justified, but Han calls it ridiculous.

"Han Solo," You call with a growl, you voice ragged and rough with indignation, "This is not what we agreed on!"

"You don't call the shots around here, sister," He lets out a deprecating bark of laughter at your anger, but his amusement fades the more doggedly you pursue him, "This is my ship, and I decide what we smuggle."

"And you've decided on rathtars?" You shriek, "They could massacre us all with only one tentacle, and they've got dozens!"

"That's why they're gonna be in cages," Han drawls, sounding for all the world like he's never been more exasperated, "C'mon, princess, y'think I'm stupid or something?"

"Pretty frequently, yeah!" You gush, ramming into his back when he stops in the doorway of his quarters. You haven't caught your balance yet when he whirls around, but he grips your jaw and leaves the steadying to you as he plants a firm kiss on your rage-stained mouth. There's not a whole lot of tongue, teeth, or anything kind, it's forceful and near-bruising. It's not a gesture of affection, it's a lecture, a chastisement, a scolding.

He breaks away and his eyes hold reproach as he levels a warning glare down at you, your face still held in his hands.

"There, crazy, 'that fix 'ya? I know what I'm doing, I wouldn't bring something onto the ship if I thought it was gonna kill us."

They're angry, you want to say, but Han's kiss has effectively silenced you, your jaw aching gently in his large hand.

He seems satisfied with this, knowing you wanted to fight but seeing that you'd chosen to secede, and leans in once more. This time it's a reward, a sweet, kind thing that he's happy to give you.

"Good." He decides, letting go and retreating into his quarters, knowing you'll follow at his heels the way you always do, "Just ignore 'em, baby. I'll do the dirty work, just pretend they're not even here."

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xvisix · 10 months

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London Bridge

#yungblud #yungbludxsu1c1d4l!reader

Pov Dominic :

Ahhhh c'était un super concert ! L'ambiance, les lumières, les gens qui chantaient ! C'était mental !

Adam pose sa main sur mon épaule et ris.

Adam: C'était un super concert t'a assuré Dom !

Tom: Ouai ! C'était génial mec !

Moi: J'ai rien fait c'est les gens qui était déchainer ! Et puis toi Adam t'étais ouf à la guitar !

Je fait le signe des rockeurs avec ma main droite en tirant la langue et on ris.

Adam: On va se prendre une bière ou on rentre directement ?

J'allais répondre que je connaissait un bar pas très loin, mais j'entendis Tom bailler a côté de moi.

Moi: On est tous crevé, on ferait mieux d'aller se coucher à la coloc'.

Tom: Ouais, je vais appeler un taxi.

Tom s'avance sur le trottoir et lève sa main. Un taxi arrive s'arrête et nous fait signe de monter. On s'installe tous à l'arrière et j'appuie m'a tête sur la fenêtre et regarde le paysage défiler devant mes yeux.

On passe dans une rue, on tourne à droite puis on arrive dans une autres rue.

On arrive sur le grand London Bridge. J'observe l'eau et les quelques bateaux qui flotte. Je regarde aussi les immeubles au loin avec toute leurs lumières allumer.

La voiture me berce et je ferme un peut mes paupières. Pour finalement les rouvrir ne trouvant pas le sommeille, je me redresse et continue de regarder la vue depuis le pont.

Quand soudain je vois une silhouette sur le rebord du pont. Cette silhouette a les bras grand ouvert. Je suis plutôt loin mais je peut voir que c'est une fille de dos. Elle va sauter ! Je me redresse d'un coup et cris au chauffeur.

Moi: Arrêtez vous ! Arrêtez vous ! Putain ! Regardez là bas !

La taxi s'arrête d'un coup. Je montre du doigt la silhouette. Puis je descend du taxi et cours jusqu'à l'autre bord du pont. Je cours jusqu'à ne plus avoir de souffle. Fook j'ai oublié mon inhalateur dans le taxi ! Pourquoi ce pont est aussi large ?!

J'arrive à quelque mètres de la fille. Elle est toujours de dos. Elle à de long cheveux bond mais les pointes sont teintes en bordeaux. Je l'entend sangloter et décide de m'approcher doucement pour ne pas qu'elle m'entende. Je n'ai pas le temps de discuter avec elle, il faut qu'elle descende ! Sinon elle va faire une connerie...

Je suis juste derrière elle et elle ne me vois toujours pas. Elle est debout sur la rembarde en métal, donc sa taille est à la même hauteur que ma tête.

D'un coup j'enroule sa taille de mes bras et la tire en arrière vers moi. On tombe tout les deux à terre et je resserre la prise que j'ai sur elle pour ne pas qu'elle s'enfuis et qu'elle n'essaye à nouveau de sauter.

Je relève la tête, je suis au dessus d'elle. Je me pousse et m'assoie à côté d'elle en essayant désespérément de reprendre mon souffle mais mon asthme me rattrape. Adam arrive quelque secondes après avec mon inhalateur, suivie par Tom. Je le remercie et reprend mon souffle.

La fille a mes côtés se relève alors difficilement puis s'assoie en tailleur, la tête baissée ses cheveux cachant son visage. Je l'entend a nouveau pleurer, alors je m'approche d'elle prudemment et pose ma main droite sur son épaule gauche. Elle se redresse soudainement et se met debout en reculant de quelques pas.

Je vois enfin son visage... Elle a des yeux bleu claire, ils sont hypnotisant. Mais ils sont rougis par ses pleures, ses joues sont trempées de larmes et ses lèvres soubresaute aux rythme de ses épaules qui se baisses et se soulèves. Elle respire difficilement. Je lui tend mon inhalateur en restant loin pour ne pas l'effrayer. Elle me lance un regard remplie de haine mais aussi d'incompréhension et de tristesse. Elle est désespérer ça se voie.

Elle s'avance vers moi et prend mon inhalateur, ses mains tremble. Puis elle balance mon inhalateur par terre et me fout une gifle !

Moi: Mais qu'est-c'qui te prend ?! T'es pas bien ! Je viens de te sauver la vie !

Elle: Justement ! Je t'ai rien demander, pourquoi t'a fait ça ?! Je te connais même pas ! Putain j'avais vraiment pas besoin de ça...

Elle murmura la dernière phrase comme si elle se parlée à elle même. Elle a les mains sur son visage et je l'entend pleurer de nouveau. Elle se rassoie par terre et enfouie sa tête dans ses bras, les jambes sont remontée sur sa poitrine. Je m'accroupis devant elle et l'entoure délicatement aves mes bras.

Moi: C'est bon, ça va aller. Je suis là. Murmurais-je à son oreille.

Elle relève la tête et je remet une de ses mèches de cheveux derrière son oreille.

Moi: Comment tu t'appelle ?

Elle: Coline. Coline Douglas.

Adam: Et t'a quel âge Coline ?

Adam s'accroupis aussi et lui sourit gentiment.

Coline: J'ai dix-neuf ans. Depuis un mois.

J'ouvre en grand mes yeux, puis je me relève et m'appuie contre la rembarde. Ma tête tourne et je sent une main se poser doucement sur mon épaule. Tom se met à côtés de moi.

Tom: Ca va Dom ? T'a pas l'aire bien.

Moi: T'a entendue, elle à que dix-neuf ans... Comment on peut avoir des pensées suicidaire quand on est aussi jeune ? Qu'est ce qu'elle à pu vivre pour vouloir mourir avant d'avoir eu le temps de vivre ?!

Tom: J'en ai aucune idée c'est à elle qu'il faut demander ça.

Je me retourne et vais voire Coline qui c'était remise debout, c'est larmes ont arrêtées de couler et elle discute calmement avec Adam. Quand j'arrive vers eux Adam se retourne vers moi.

Adam: Elle n'a nul-part où aller, elle peut venir dormir à la coloc' ?

Moi: Bien sûr ! Vient suis-moi, on à laisser le taxi en plans depuis tout à l'heure, il va nous faire payer chère.

Adam, Tom et moi rions, mais Coline se fondit aussitôt en excuse.

Coline: Oh je suis vraiment désoler ! C'est ma faute excusez moi les garçons !

Je rigole de plus belle face à sa mine désoler. Je l'a prend pas les épaules.

Moi: Mais non t'inquiète pas pour ça, c'est rien.

Je lui fait un grand sourire et elle souri légèrement. Elle est vraiment belle je trouve... Qu'est ce que j'raconte entre moi ?! On rentre dans le taxi, Tom monte à l'avant er s'excuse auprès du chauffeur qui ne nous en veut pas finalement. Adam est placé derrière le conducteur, Coline est au milieu et je suis derrière Tom. Personne ne parle durant tout le trajet.

On arrive enfin devant l'immeuble et je descend. Pendant que Tom paye - quoi ? C'est son tour de payer le taxi c'est comme ça - , j'aide Coline a descendre. Adam descend à son tour suivie de Tom. Je sort les clefs, on entre dans le hall, puis on montre les escaliers pour atteindre le cinquième étage. Oui, le cinquième... Non l'ascenseur est en panne, depuis quatre ans... C'est du foutage de gueule oui je sais !

J'ouvre l'appartement et on rentre tous. Tom et Adam vont se coucher directement.

Moi: Euh Coline ?

Coline: Oui ?

Moi: Je suis désoler mais il n'y a que trois chambres.

Coline: Et le canapé ?

Moi: Bah y'en à pas...

Coline: Quoi ?

Elle se retourne va dans le salon et regarde les trois pouf qui y sont disposé. Je ris de sa tête déconfite face à ça.

Moi: C'est pas grave, tu peut dormir dans ma chambre. Je suis le seul a avoir un lit deux place.

Elle sourit et me remercie puis on va dans ma chambre. Je lui donne un de mes T-shirt qui est noir et je vais prendre une douche pendant qu'elle se change.

Quand je revient, je la trouve allonger dans le lit à moitié en train de dormir. Alors j'éteins la lumière et vais me coucher aussi.

Coline: Tu sais, je suis désolé pour toute à l'heure; quand je t'ai crié dessus et que je t'ai giflé.

Moi: T'inquiète pas pour ça.

Je lui lança un sourire qui se voulait réconfortant même si on est dans le noir.

Moi: On parlera de tout ça demain...

Puis je lui embrassa le front avant de la prendre dans mes bras et de m'assoupir.

Here's a little one-shot to give hope to you who read this <3 take care of you guys

#one shot #yungblud #su1c1d4l oc #yungblud x oc #young oc #tw su1c1de mention #take care of you #confort yungblud #confort one shot #confort yungblud x su1c1d4l!reader #dom's pov #dominic harrison #adam warrington

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stars-are-just-ghosts · 10 months

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Here's a Harrisco prompt for you :D

Sick Fic + Harry taking care of Cisco

Here it is! Thanks for the inspiration! -hugs tight-

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"Why do you have so many socks... and why don't any of them match?" Harry asked in something close to wonder as he stared down into Cisco's wide-open sock drawer. It was nearly stuffed full, and looked like a unicorn had puked up a rainbow of various colors, styles, thicknesses, and comfort levels of socks.

"We live in a world of mismatched socks, Harry. Just... find a couple of fuzzy ones." Cisco was heard mumbling from somewhere underneath the enormous pile of equally mismatched blankets on his bed.

When he hadn't come into work that morning, Harry had called to scold him because they were right in the middle of adjustments on the security system (which, let's face it, needed them badly) and Cisco had promised to bring coffee and bear claws from Jitters first thing so they could knock it out. But when the shorter man had answered his phone, he'd sounded less than enthused about functioning on any level. When pressed, all he'd said was, 'My stomach hurts, man.' And then he hung up the phone.

Harry could let hanging up on him go. Even not having coffee and pastries, but Cisco being sick?

Harry showed up without warning, finding Cisco bent over the toilet of his small bathroom, yacking up everything in his stomach. He never once questioned Harry just appearing in his apartment (he pretty much slept there most nights anyway) and though he hadn't said it out loud, Cisco seemed relieved that he had someone there to hold his hair out of the way. Harry didn't even have to strong-arm him into showering. And while Cisco was getting clean, he busied himself with making tea, finding a bucket for his bedside, and rifling up Cisco's favorites from his movie collection.

When Cisco had wandered into the bedroom, hair up in a towel, drowning in an oversized STAR Labs sweatshirt and some decidedly bright green sweatpants, he only paused a moment as Harry threw back the covers (where had he found all these damn blankets?) and motioned to the bed. He gave Harry a slight, tired smirk, then crawled in almost happily.

It wasn't till he'd chosen a movie to watch on his bedroom television (it was a fairly good setup for a bedroom) and had discarded the towel that he began to shiver and sink further and further into the mass of blankets that he demanded -not asked- Harry for fuzzy socks because 'My toes are gonna fall off, Harry.'

Harry plucked up a white fuzzy sock covered in cats and a brilliant pink fuzzy sock with... were those platypus? He shut the drawer with a heavy sigh and wandered over to him, seeing barely the top of his head peaking out, all disheveled hair and nothing else. And he couldn't help the no-doubt fond and ridiculous smile that forced its way onto his lips. Even sick and needy, Cisco had that effect on him.

Truthfully, he found himself smiling over Cisco Ramon every damn day. It was effortless, and as necessary as breathing at this point. They'd only begun dating about four months earlier, but Harry had known, even before Cisco had cornered him in the labs and demanded they both tell the truth about their feelings, that he was and always would be hopelessly in love with Cisco Ramon. It was good that the currently sick man felt the same way about him. A thought that only made his smile grow as he reached forward and tapped the only exposed portion of Cisco's body. He nuzzled his head out, hair everywhere, blinking dark eyes at him.

"Socks." Harry said, waving them a little. Cisco made a face, scrunching his nose up before pushing himself into a sitting position. But instead of reaching out for the socks, he grabbed Harry by a belt loop and tugged him down to sit beside him. Harry relented easily, much more than he would have for anyone else. They ended up side by side, backs to the headboard, and one at a time, Harry pulled Cisco's legs out and put his socks on for him. Then Cisco scooted back into the nest he'd made, only this time using Harry's lap as a pillow and practically hugging his thigh like a lifeline.

"When are you going to have a sock drawer?" Cisco mused out loud. Harry could feel how warm he was. He definitely had a fever. He sighed a little, busying himself with methodically and gently stroking Cisco's hair into compliance. "You can share mine if you want."

"If anyone, you included, puts any more socks in that drawer, the resulting pressure will cause an implosion that will devastate the city for miles." Harry quipped, and Cisco chuckled a little, his thumb absently stroking Harry's thigh as he blinked lazily forward.

"I'll weed some of the old ones out, make room for yours. You can take half the closet, too. I can pull out all the comic boxes. I was meaning to go through them anyway." He let out a soft sigh. "And I just emptied the hall closet, so you can use that for whatever you want."

"Is that where all these blankets came from?" Harry asked. Cisco made an 'mm-hm' sound. That wasn't really the question Harry wanted to ask, though. What he wanted to ask was... "Ramon, are you asking me to move in with you? Why would you want that?" It was a genuine question. Harry knew how... well, unlivable he could be. He was stubborn and had a temper that ran for miles and he could be very particular about how he did things and where things had to go. He also didn't mismatch anything, and was pretty sure he'd end up organizing all of Cisco's socks out of spite.

Truthfully, he thought Cisco deserved better. A better partner, a better life, a better everything. But over and over, despite all the reasons he shouldn't, Cisco kept choosing Harry. Just like Harry chose him.

Cisco was quiet for a moment before turning a little, blinking up at him. Harry could see the soft bags beneath his eyes and the slight paleness to his features, but he was smiling, real and warm and light. So damn beautiful.

"You came over here without a second thought, held my hair while I puked, made me tea, and are pretty much risking catching whatever this stomach bug is, and you're wondering why I would want you to move in?" He lifted a hand, curling it around the back of Harry's head, making him bend over a little. "Listen really good, Harry Wells." He said sternly, using that voice he made when Harry needed a good dose of reality, "In case your genius self hasn't figured it out by now, I'm all in, man. And all this kinda proves that you are, too. So once I'm feeling better, we're going to grab all your stuff and you're moving in. Okay?"

"Are you asking me," Harry smiled warmly, then bent the rest of the way to place a soft kiss on Cisco's lips, "Or telling me?" He smirked after. And Cisco grinned, full and wide.

"Telling. Definitely telling."

Harry kissed him a little bit longer in response.

After they'd settled, Cisco was back to sitting up and drinking his tea, and Harry had pressed play on the DvD player, Cisco kept himself and his (far too warm) nest of blankets right up against Harry, like being nearly on top of him made him feel worlds better. And Harry didn't mind in the least. He could handle a little stomach bug if it meant being that close to the love of his life all the damn time.

Two days later, it was Harry who was down for the count. And after he'd had his own meeting at the porcelain throne, Cisco got him all tucked in (okay, maybe the blanket nest was a good idea) and gave him a brand new matching pair of entirely black fuzzy socks. And they were damn comfortable, too.

Harry might just have to invest in more. After all, they had a shared sock drawer that might just need to implode...

#harrisco #harry wells #cisco ramon #earth 2 harrison wells #francisco ramon #one shot #prompts

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final-bae-stination · 5 months

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Masterlist!

Bondi Rescue

It's Okay To Cry

Sick

A Whole World Away

Incorrect Quotes: #1; #2; #3; #4; (more soon)

OUTER BANKS

Incorrect Quotes: #1; #2;

Jeremy Sumpter

Don't Leave Me (TW: R*PE) ("Animal" 2014 one shot)

Touchy Feely (X Fem OC; Domestic Fluff)

KANE BROWN

Seizure (Kane whump)

AVATAR: THE WAY OF WATER

This Is What Forever Looks Like (Lo'ak X Reader)

I Almost Lost You... (Rotxo X Reader)

Glasses (Neteyam X Fem OC)

Is That My Hoodie? (Human! Aonung X Fem reader)

Fight Me For His Health (Neteyam-Centric; TW: Torture; Blood; Gore; Throat-Tearing)

Injured (Kiri X Platonic (clearly) Neteyam) (TW: Drowning; Resus; Near Death/Neteyam Fix It)

FINAL DESTINATION

It Made Me Think Of You (Ian McKinley X Fem OC)

Thunder And The Rain (Ian McKinley X Fem Reader)

Let Me Help You (Kevin X Wendy kinda funny)

GINGER SNAPS (2000)

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buck-nialled · 2 years

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Take One - H. Holland Blurb

NOTE: this is my first harry imagine, hope you like it! also harry works at a photography company in this imagine and is currently suffering baby fever mkay cool glad we’re on the same page

WARNINGS: eludes to smut at the end but other than that, none.

SUMMARY: husband!harry photographs newborns and contracts baby fever. fortunatley, you’re no better.

“Angel!” Harry’s jubilant voice follows the unmistakable sound of your front door creaking open. You giggle to yourself as you continue folding the steaming clothes, still fresh from the dryer.

“In the bedroom!” You call out, already anticipating the feeling of his arms belting around your waist, and the familiar lens of his camera poking your back. While uncomfortable the first few times he forgot to remove his strapped camera from around his neck, the protuberance has grown on you.

“I just can’t help it.” You recall him mumbling on more than one occasion. “I get too excited to see you.”

This golden hour in your shared flat was no different. As soon as his heavy footsteps picked up on the house stairs, as did your heartbeat. The arms squeezed your waist next, then the camera nestled gently into your back, his unruly hair tickled your neck and–

You shivered at the newest addition–the cool exterior of his wedding band against your bare skin as his hands gilded beneath an old tee shirt you stole from the pile of clothes currently being folded.

“Today was so fun,” he never asked if you wanted to hear about his day because you always did. No matter if it was good or bad, his job always left him learning something new and coming straight home after to share it with you. Despite you being clueless about what EV compensation is or a stranger to white balance, you smiled and nodded anyway because his happiness was just that contagious. The tells that he’s suffered a phenomenal 9-5 were always there, too. He would bury his face into the crook between your neck and shoulder and plant a multitude of kisses there, while one of his hands glided to lock fingers with yours and squeeze it. And as a treat to himself–and you, as you will be listening to him jabber about his day in detail for the next hour–he always makes the same proposal.

“Let’s order Gregg’s for dinner.”

“Good day?” You query, topping the stack of folded clothes with a final sweatshirt before spinning to face him. He was practically glowing as he bounced on his toes–still clad in loafers with an unstoppable grin.

“Great day!” He corrects and reaches for his camera to bring up his most recent shots. We had these newborns come in today for their first photos.” You awe silently as he scrolls through some of the raw footage taken. Your eyes flickered from his work, back up to him. It seemed that with each colorful bow or animal onesie that flew past his eyes, his smile grew bigger.

“They were so cute!” He cooed, stopping at one in particular. The newborn child in the photo was presenting a sour face towards the lens. “This one reminds me of you.”

You yearn to argue, there is no denying the similarities. Especially towards the beginning of your relationship, Harry was keen on taking as many candids of you walking around your house, playing with Tessa, following your skincare routine, and several other mundane activities. The face the child is making in the photo is one, you too, have shown him on occasion. You simply laugh at the photo and elbow him in the side for the cheeky comment.

“In all seriousness, though. It got me thinking.”

“I never thought I’d see the day…” A gasp leaves you as you rest the palm of your hand on your chest.

“After they left, I couldn’t shake the thought of what you’d actually…look like.”

“As a baby? Because my mother has three albums worth of photos. And you’ve seen nearly all of them.”

“No, no.” He shakes his head, curls flopping around before he brings his fingers through them. “What I mean to say is…I wonder what your baby–our baby will look like.” He breathes out, not daring to meet your eyes. He is bouncing on his heels yet again, fingers nervously fidgeting with the buttons on his camera.

“Oh,” you hum. A few seconds of silence pass between you two, neither knowing what to say.

Until you finally beckon him, “just one?”

“Huh?” His whiskey eyes travel upward to meet yours, a bit of curiosity lingering in them.”

“You said, baby. You only want to have one?” You inch closer to him, hands silently snaking up his back to reach the clip to his camera. When it becomes unclasped, you gently set the piece on the edge of the bed.

“Well, actually I’ve always felt good about two.”

“Of course.” You nod understandingly. “You are a twin, after all.”

“Right.” He chuckles, before getting choked up as you take him by the back of his neck and draw his body closer to yours.

“That’s also double the chance one of them will get your freckles.” You whisper as your noses caress one another.

“Or your laugh.” He mimics your hushed tone.

“Or your curls.” You add.

“Or your dimples.” He suggests.

“Or your eyes.”

“Harry…” You start.

“Yes, angel?”

“Do you want to stop guessing, and try to find out?” Upon your recommendation, he begins walking forward until your legs meet the back of the bed and cause you to dip down, with his hand stabilizing your every move. When the two of you have proximity so near, his lips are smoothly brushing against yours. But before they can collide in a sweet reunion, he breathes out, just for confirmation:

“Take one?”

“Take one.”

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