#listen!! hey!!! whoever told you that was lying!!!!
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PSA: i keep seeing posts about staying cool in extreme heat that include advice like "gatorade is bad actually!" and "don't drink fruit juice it'll just dehydrate you!" and neither of these are true!
regarding fruit juice: there's apparently a misconception that Any Sugar At All will dehydrate you, and that's simply not true. yes, sugar will make you pee more when consumed in large amounts, but 1) the natural sugar in fruits won't do this to you 2) great news! a lot of fruit juices exist without any added sugar in them! 3) honestly even having a glass of the fruit juice with added sugar won't completely dehydrate you as long as you're also drinking water throughout the day. if its hot you deserve a cold treat of a drink!!! can't go wrong with fruit juice!!!
regarding gatorade: maybe this isn't an every day drink, but guess what: if it's 110F/40C or hotter outside, and you don't have AC, or you're moving around a lot outside of the AC, and you're sweating buckets: that's when you drink a gatorade.
gatorade exists to replenish all the electrolytes (salt) and glucose (sugar) that you sweat out. YES it is meant for athletes to drink during intensive work outs and not necessarily for people who aren't doing that kind of exercise. BUT GUESS WHAT! when you're sweating buckets because you had to walk to the bus in extreme heat, that's intensive exercise. please feel free to drink a gatorade after that! that's its intended use case!!!!
no: neither of these drinks should be a total replacement for water. but drinking a lot of water and then treating yourself to a fruit juice with lunch is a good idea!!! drinking a gatorade becuase you just had to walk for 20 minutes in the heat is a good idea!!!
Please Stop Spreading Misinformation About Drinks!!! It's fine if you drink things that aren't water!!!! Yes you should probably always be drinking water but drinking something else As Well isn't going to hurt you!!!! okay!!!! its fine!!!!!!
honestly so long as you are consistently getting Any (non-alcoholic) fluids in you, you're doing great!!!!!! okay!!!! i love you stay safe <3
#also: drinking A Soda or A Coffee isn't going to completely dehydrate you if you're drinking other fluids tbqh!!!#its fine!!!!! its fine!!!!!#drinks#heat#dehydration#this post exists because i'm mad at misinfo but also#this is for my homies who hate the taste of water and struggle to stay hydrated#because people have told them over and over again You Must Absolute Drink Water And Nothing Else and so they just don't drink anything#listen!! hey!!! whoever told you that was lying!!!!#drinking Any Fluids At All (yes even with caffeine!!) is better than Not Drinking Anything#please hydrate!!!! it's okay if that hydration isn't water!!!!#honestly i tried to be extremely non confrontational in this post but im pretty sure i've seen people suggest flavored water packets#but say no fruit juice ever. and that's insane.#it's all fluids baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#so long as you are drinking fluids you are combatting dehydration#YES water is the best option HOWEVER. if you drink things that aren't water that's also okay! i promise!!!!!!!!
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ty ty tyyy for feeding my mike schmidt heart with ur fics, hopefully you can make one where maybe his gf (kinda like there's obviously smth going on between them but they don't address it situation lmao) and she's in all the action at the end of the movie?? hope it makes sense lmao ly <333
yes ofc! sorry it’s taken me like a week to do this thank you for being patient!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
MIKE SCHMIDT X FEM!READER
— NOTHING WAS PLATONIC BETWEEN YOU AND MIKE; THAT MUCH WAS TRUE.
“Abby?” You called out as you stood outside the Schmidt household, trying to peer into the textured glass window on the door to make out any figures.
Stepping back, you looked down at the doormat and knelt down, picking the corner up a little. You’d told Mike before that it was the most typical place to leave a door key but now you were thankful he didn’t listen to you for once.
You unlocked the door and opened it, stepping inside. “Abby?” You called out once more and silence followed seconds later. Abby wasn’t home which was strange, usually having a babysitter for company.
Before your mind could wonder much further, your gaze averted to the vest sprawled over the armrest of the couch. With a sigh you picked it up and read the label “security” patched into it.
“Mike.” You mumble, scolding his forgetfulness despite the fact he wasn’t here. As you looked down at it an idea struck your mind.
You might as well take a trip to the pizzeria and give it to him? Could be important.
Besides, when Mike told you about the strange occurrences at the pizzeria and didn’t care to elaborate, your curiosity got sparked.
Slipping on the security vest, you walked out the house (shutting and locking the door) before getting in your car and driving to the pizzeria.
This really had to happen on the worst night.
After parking in the desolate parking lot, your car, a police car and Mike’s car being the only ones there. The sight of the police car made you feel nervous and urged you to walk a little quicker into the pizzeria.
Walking through the entrance, you could hear voices and a groan of agony. Slowly you walked forwards, noticing a bloody Mike on the ground and a disturbing bunny costume looming over him.
“Mike.” Your voice was a whisper and you stepped back, your foot knocking into a fallen chair. The squeak attracted the attention of whoever wore the costume and Mike.
Mike looked up with pure terror in his eyes. God what were you doing here? Why now? He looked to William who began to turn around.
“No.” Mike murmured with gritted teeth as blood spurred out of his mouth slightly due to the harsh kicks he’d taken in the stomach. Despite his state, Mike was willing to protect you and reached out to try and grab William’s leg and pull him down.
William looked back, and with a harsh kick Mike was knocked out cold. You were frozen in place, not willing to leave the pizzeria without Mike despite how intimidated you felt.
“Hey!” You hear the voice of Abby yell and both your eyes and William’s eyes look to her. “Abby no!” You cry, knowing William would try going after her now. Without a second thought, you grabbed the fallen chair and swung it at the man. Immediate regret; he was charging at you with his knife in seconds.
A bullet pierced through his torso before he could reach you, stopping him just seconds before he reached you. In the heat of it all, you rushed over to Mike and tried helping him up with Abby. He became conscious, his eyes slowly opening and you looked to him.
“Hey.” You spoke softly. He was beaten and bruised and although feeling numb his hand reached for your face, his fingers lightly trailing over your cheek. You were his last thought before he slipped unconscious.
“You’re okay.” Mike whispers and you nod, smiling at him. “I’m okay.” You assure him. “Come on!” Abby brings the both of you back to reality as you help Mike up.
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Mike was in hospital for multiple injures for a day or so and you and Abby stayed for it. The three of you were in the room, you sat at the chair beside the bed while Abby was sat at the desk in the corner of the room colouring.
“Abby, would it be okay if we could talk for a moment? Just me and her?” Mike asked of his sister, his voice hoarse. Abby looked between the two of you, a smile gracing her lips before she nodded and left the room for the moment.
You smile slightly as you watch her leave before Mike speaks up. “Why were you there?” He questioned. You looked down at your shoes for a moment. Mike wasn’t happy at all with the fact you’d come to the pizzeria but he wanted to know why.
“You forgot your vest, I wanted to bring it to you. Could’ve been important.” You say, looking up to him. Mike looks to you for a moment before smiling and chuckling softly.
“That’s it? My vest?” He says. His eyes avert to it as you wear it and his eyes come back to meet yours.
“Suits you.” Mike teases and you roll your eyes.
“Yeah I don’t think I’ll be getting a job there anytime soon.” You reply, standing up and sitting on the edge of the bed.
There’s a moment of silence, where you look to Mike and his hand reaches out for yours. You gently take his hand in your own and run your thumb across his knuckles.
“I was really scared for you, really scared.” Mike admitted, his face dropping as he remembered the feeling. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
“I don’t ever want to lose you, ever. I—“ Mike hesitates on his next words and your eyes look to him in anticipation.
“I love you.” He finally says. For a moment there’s silence and Mike immediately feels he’s screwed up, shutting his eyes tightly and retracting his hand from yours.
Too soon?
Before he can begin rambling apologies, he feels your lips on his forehead and his eyes open. You pull away and look to him, leaning down once more and planting two more kisses on his cheeks before finally kissing his lips.
It was a gentle and delicate kiss, nothing too strong or deep. You hold the kiss for a moment before pulling your lips away. His lips are parted slightly as you do, as if he’s still reliving the moment.
It isn’t long before your lips are back on his.
#mike schmidt imagine#five nights at freddy’s movie#fnaf movie#mike schmidt#mike schmidt x reader#80s#josh hutcherson imagine#josh hutcherson#horror
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Constellations II
Leah Williamson x fem!reader
“Y/n! Y/n/n, where are you?” A familiar voice rings through your tiny home, along with the slam of a door.
You called Sarina a few days ago, telling her you’re sick. Lying to your coach probably isn’t the best thing to do, but you also can’t say, ‘I can’t come to practice because I can’t face the captain of the team since we had sex and she left without a word’. You’ve barely gotten up from your bed unless you had to eat or go to the bathroom. All you have done the last couple of days was cry, watch trashy television, and stare into space.
The sound of footsteps gets louder, approaching your bedroom. “There you are. You haven’t been answering your phone, and you also haven’t made it to practice these last couple of days. Sarina said you’re not feeling well, but I know you better than that. So what’s going on with you?” Esme sits on the edge of your bed and places a comforting hand on your leg, which only makes your emotions heighten. She looks over and notices your lip starting to wobble, and your gaze looks down at your fiddling hands.
“I should have listened to you. You were right.” Your voice is barely over a whisper, but Esme still hears it.
“What are you talking about, Y/n/n?”
“About Leah. I thought she liked me, and I mistakenly let her into my bed, only for her to leave in the middle of the night with no trace! I told her that she could either stay the night or leave and never talk to me again, and she chose the latter.” You sob as your tears drip down onto your blanket. Esme moves up the bed, under the covers, and pulls you into her side.
She places a kiss on the side of your head while you continue to cry into her chest. “I am so, so sorry. She doesn’t deserve you.”
“The worst thing is, she made me fall in love with her. It sounds stupid knowing we only went on a few dates, but they were the best nights of my life. She didn’t feel like the girl everyone on the team seemed to see. Her words felt genuine, her actions felt soft, and her feelings felt real. God, I’m so gullible for actually believing it.”
The blonde shakes her head and puts a little space between the two of you. “Look at me.” Your head remains low. “Hey, look at me.” Her fingers grab your chin, tilting your head up to meet her eyes. “You are not gullible. None of this is your fault, only hers. It was her decision to ignore your words, and it was her decision to lose one of the best people she could ever have a chance with. None of this is on you.”
You sniffle at her words and mumble a quiet thank you. Both of you lay in bed for a while before you began to feel hungry. Esme notices when the noise of the TV is accompanied by the sound of your stomach growling.
“Want me to go grab some fruit from your fridge?”
“Please.”
She chuckles at your immediate response and gets up to fulfill your request. As she goes to open the fridge, she notices a black and white strip sticking to the door. Looking, she sees the two familiar faces of both you and the blonde who broke your heart. She’s about to roll her eyes when she spots the last picture at the end of the strip. The one of both you and Leah staring at each other like there was no one else in the world. She notices the loving look in not only your eyes but also in the other girl’s. Esme is taken back by the photo, making her realize what may be the true reason the blonde ghosted you. She’s cut off by her thoughts when she hears you start to yell.
“Ez, hurry up! Jake and Amy are finally about to kiss!” She takes one last look at the strip before quickly grabbing the bowl of fruit and rushing to your side. “What took you so long?” You mumble with a mouth full of berries.
"Sorry, I couldn't find the fruit. You’ve got a very messy fridge.”
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Leah groans at the consistent pounding on her door that she’s been ignoring, hoping whoever it is will go away. She stomps her way over to the noise and yanks her door handle open, only to be pushed in by three people.
“What the hell! How do you guys know where I live?" Leah shouts at the intruders who have made their way into her home.
“Me and Less followed ya home one day from training.” Ella points between her and the tall, blue-eyed girl, continuing to glare at the complaining girl in front of her.
“And why are you here in my home?”
"Oh, please, as if you don’t know why Y/n/n’s three best friends show up at your door.” Alessia rolls her eyes while her arms remain crossed over her chest, and Esme just continues to stare down at Leah with an unreadable expression. The captain hangs her head low and keeps quiet.
“Talk,” Esme demands with gritted teeth.
“I don’t know what you guys want me to talk about. I sleep around and that’s what I did. End of story.”
Steam basically comes out of Esme’s ears when she hears the girl's answer, acting as if you were nothing but a quick fuck. “Bullshit! You and I both know you don’t take out her one-night stands on multiple dates, nor do you look at them like this!” Esme whips out her phone and shows Leah the photo from your fridge. She turns around with a hand over her mouth and begins to walk away. “Why are you such a coward?”
Leah quietly sniffles, slowly turning around to see your three closest friends eyeing her for an answer. “Because I have never been in love before. It freaked me out at how willing I was to drop everything for her. I scared myself off that night, and now that’s all I think about when I don’t see her at training.”
“Why don’t you tell her yourself then?” Less asks.
Leah scoffs and shakes her head. “Like she’ll want to see or listen to me. She warned me that night, and I didn’t listen.”
There’s a long silence before Esme groans. “You both are so stubborn. Fine. I’ll get her to talk to you when she returns, but you better do a lot of ass-kissing, understood?”
The blonde captain nods her head in determination.
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Locking your door, you turn around and make your way to Esme’s car, wanting to arrive at football early to avoid the one person who has been clouding your mind for the past week. You place your bag in the back and huff while placing a squat in the passenger seat.
"Are you ready to return?” Esme gave you an enthusiastic smile, making you glare at her in return.
“We know the answer to that. Now hurry; I don’t wanna take the chance of running into her in the locker room!”
“Okay, jeez. So bossy-” You slap her shoulder, causing her to wince at the contact. “Ow!”
“Drive.”
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“Would you stop that already? We are right here!” Esme yells and pries your hand off of her jumper. When you got out of the car, you hoisted your bag over your shoulder and started to drag the blonde with you to get there quicker.
“I can’t take any chances, Ez.”
She begins to feel a little guilty for what’s about to happen. All of your friends are tired of your somber mood, so they decided to take matters into their own hands. You don’t know that Leah is already here, along with Ella, Alessia, Mary, Lucy, and Keira. The plan is simple; at least they’re trying to convince themselves of it. Esme will lead you into the locker room, but then quickly run out, and Mary will hold the door closed so there’s no way to escape. Alessia and Lucy will be the bodyguards in case any of the squad comes a little early. Ella and Keira just made the whole plan up, so they’re just, well, there. Finally, and most importantly, Leah will explain everything to you and try to win you back.
As you both approach the locker room, Esme’s hand rests on your back, earning her a confused look from you.
“Ez, what are you doing-” You get cut off as you're shoved into the room, and you hear the slam of the door from behind you. “Hey! What was that for?” With no answer, you shrug to yourself and make your way further toward your cubby. Hearing the clearing of a throat, you turn around only to be met by the one person you do not want to see. “Oh hell no.”
“Y/n-”
“Esme, let me out right now!” You shout, banging your fists against the door.
“Not Esme, sorry babes!” Mary’s voice shouts back as she puts all her weight behind the door, not allowing you to even move it an inch.
“Mary! Mary, please open this door!”
Once again, you’re met with no answer, so you make your way to your bag and start unzipping it.
“Y/n, I just want to talk to you,” Leah says quietly.
“Do you want to talk to me or sleep with me?” Your head remains down as you unfold your training kit. The blonde sighs and sits in the cubby right next to you.
“I know you don’t owe me anything, but-” She gets cut off by a scoff. “But I would like it if you could just hear me out.”
“Leah, you are the last person I want to see, talk to, or even be near. You hurt me more than anyone has before, and what’s even worse is the fact I knew you were capable of doing that, but I still gave you a chance. I thought you actually liked me back. Clearly, I was wrong.” The tremble in your voice becomes more clear the more you speak, and the thought of Leah being the cause of it makes her heartbroken. She stands up and makes her way in front of you.
“Nothing I say can express how sorry I am for doing that to you. The dates we went on were the best dates I have ever experienced. All the laughs and smiles we had made me so happy. All the kisses, hugs, and looks we shared made my heart want to explode. Every night before I went to sleep, I thought of you, and every morning I woke up, I thought of you. I freaked out. I have never felt this way for someone, so I ran. Forever, I will be sorry for what I did and for making you feel as if you were just another one of my quick fucks. I just need you to know that I love you.”
The taller girl’s confession shocks you a little, but you remain silent while looking at her. She steps closer to you but stays, allowing you to move back if you want. Before you know it, her hands are on your face and pulling you in for a kiss. You begin to kiss back for a moment, missing her soft lips on yours. Keywords: for a moment. You step back and lightly shove her off you.
“You can’t just kiss me and think everything you did will just go away!”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” She whispers.
“You fuck me and then leave me that night like I meant nothing to you. Worst of all, you didn’t even have the decency to text me or come back to see how I was, especially with the fact I was gone from practice for a week!” You’re sure whoever is on the other side of the door now can hear you screaming and sobbing. As the tears make their way down your face, Leah sits there with a guilty pang in her chest. If she'd just stayed the night and faced her fears, you both wouldn’t be in this position. You wouldn’t be crying because of her, and she wouldn’t be feeling distraught for being the reason you are crying.
You shove all of your clothes back in your bag and head back to the door. “Mary, open this door.” Thankfully, you don’t have to ask twice. The goalie feels terrible for you, and hearing your cries only made her feel worse. Making your way into the lobby, you notice almost the whole squad waiting for the two of you to work things out.
“Y/n! Y/n, please wait!” Leah calls out as she chases you down.
Ignoring her, you face the team and say, “Whatever plan you all came up with was a mistake.” They all look anywhere but you to avoid the sadness in your eyes.
“Where are you going? You just got back.” Millie asks, just arriving at the scene. She sees Leah calling your name, giving her all the answers she needs.
“I just need to leave. I’ll deal with everything later.” You whisper. Millie wraps her arm over your shoulder and pulls you into her.
“I’ll give you a ride back to your place, and I’ll talk to Sarina for you.”
“Thanks, Mills.”
Once Leah finally makes her way into the lobby, she looks out the glass doors and notices you getting into Millie’s car. Her hands meet together at the bridge of her nose, and she looks up into the ceiling. “Fuck.”
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Sarina allows you to have a few more days off since no big games are approaching, but if you don’t come back soon, she’ll have no choice but to bench you for a few games. You thank her for her kindness and let her know you’ll be back soon.
It’s been about 24 hours since the whole locker room fiasco happened, and you’ve been consistently cleaning your house and working out to keep your mind off of it. She said she loves you. Not just like. Love. You so badly wanted to say it back, but now you’re the scared one. What happens if you both get together and years later you talk about marriage or kids? Will she get scared then? Of course, you love her. It’s the main reason why you took her leaving that night so hard.
You’re wiping down your kitchen counter when you hear an all-too-familiar knock at your door. You take a few deep breaths before opening the door. Blocking your view, there is a huge bouquet of flowers like the ones you got weeks ago that are almost dead on your dining table.
“Leah?”
“Surprise. I got these for you. Beautiful flowers for a beautiful gal.” She smiles, moving the bouquet to the side so you can see her. Feeling less angry at the blonde, you accept the flowers and open your door wider, gesturing for her to come in. She shyly walks past you with her hands intertwined behind her back.
“What are you doing here?” Your tone isn’t harsh. It’s honest and curious.
You watch as she tips back and forth at the heels of her feet while you throw away your dead flowers and replace them with new ones. “I- I wanted to see how you’re doing.” You’ve never seen Leah so shy and nervous, usually taken over by her cocky persona.
“I’ve been…okay. What about you?”
Her mouth opens and closes a few times, thinking about her answer. “Umm good. Good.”
You nod your head and walk over closer to her, feeling as if the space between you is suffocating. “So-”
“Actually, I lied.” She cuts off whatever you were going to say. “I’ve been horrible. Ever since that night, and even worse since yesterday. Seeing you cry made me want to curl up into a ball and cry with you. I shouldn’t have made you get locked in a room with me.” She rants, slowly focusing her gaze on her feet.
There’s a few minutes of silence between you two, both processing what she said.
“I’m glad you did. Lock me in a room with you, that is.” You clarify and step even closer to her. The blonde’s head whips up, surprised by your statement. “I’m glad you did because now I know my feelings aren’t one-sided. I love you, Leah Williamson.”
“Really?” Her voice is vulnerable when she asks.
“Yes, really.”
Leah takes quick action by pulling you into a hug and murmuring how sorry she is and how much she loves you. When you pull away, you wrap your arms around her neck and lean to the point where your noses are touching.
“You just have to promise me one thing.”
“Hmm?”
“Promise me you won’t run when we start doing this.”
“I promise.” She leans in and seals the promise with a loving kiss. “I love you so much.”
“And I love you so much. Even if you’re an ass.”
And she kept that promise for the rest of your lives.
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I'm The Bad Guy
“So, it really was you. From the very beginning.” Caretaker sighed as they closed the door behind them. The fewer people who saw the horrors that had been done to the unfortunate victim, the better.
Blood dripped from Whumpee’s hands, splashing into the puddle below as they laughed, “Finally! I thought you would never catch on. I was starting to get bored.”
It was a mistake on Whumpee’s part not to have Caretaker pull their hands from their pockets—or maybe it was intentional. There was a chance Whumpee knew the Caretaker had hidden an emergency call button on their right and a small recording device on their left. “I knew. I didn’t have proof, but I knew. I’m sorry I couldn’t act sooner.”
“You’re apologizing to me? Ha!” Whumpee knelt at their victim’s side, “Shouldn’t you save that for them? Their family? They stayed so strong for so long, but even though you say you knew, you did nothing to stop me. Now, both of us know exactly what color their intestines are.”
“Hey,” Caretaker’s voice was firm as they took two solid steps closer. “It’s over. Whumper is going to jail. You don’t have to keep doing this to yourself.”
The laughter that filled the room was dripping with insanity. “Whumper? Whumper isn’t here. Whumper didn’t do this. I did. Arrest me! Take me to prison. Lock me up for three lifetimes or more!”
“This isn’t your fault.”
Caretaker fell to their knees as Whumpee’s fist connected with their jaw. “Enough! Stop making excuses. You can see what I’ve done. Can’t you imagine the kind of pain they must have been in before they died? Every single one, every single time. I listened to their screams. I washed their blood from my hands, my clothes, and my mind. Now, arrest me before I kill you, too.”
“He’s safe. We found where Whumper was keeping your brother. I’m sorry, I can’t let you see him, but we managed to save him from that rotting cabin.”
“You’re lying.”
“That alone is reason enough to keep Whumper behind bars. They were caught at the scene. They’re being held at a maximum-security facility. Friend and I chose their guards personally.”
“It’s a lie! You’re lying. You, you don’t know what you’re talking about. Arrest me! It’s all there is left for me.”
Caretaker pulled Whumpee to the ground and into their arms. “Breathe, my friend. It’s over. You don’t have to keep pretending.”
Whumpee shook, trying weakly to pull themselves from Caretaker’s hold. “No! You’re lying. You’re a liar. Liar. Liar! Whumper would never let my brother go. I’ll never be free. My brother isn’t safe because, because if that’s true, then they… I killed them. I killed them for nothing.”
Whumpee’s desperate struggles turned to sobbing and clinging to Caretaker so hard they heard their shirt rip in the back from where Whumpee clutched it. “Why did you kill those people?”
“Whumper! They took my brother. They, they, they hurt me. Whumper tore me apart and put me back together and told me if I didn’t do it to whoever they said and, and frame Friend… They said… My brother. They were going to do it to my brother. Only, they promised me he wouldn’t survive. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to, but I… I didn’t… Whumper was…”
“That’s all I needed to hear.” Caretaker reached into their pocket to turn off the recording device. They pulled the needle from their pocket and pressed it into Whumpee’s neck as police burst into the room. “Rest now. It’s over.”
#whump fic#whump#whump scenario#whump writing#whumpee#whump ideas#caretaker#whump tropes#forced to be a villain
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Cute || H. SJ
Pairing : Han Seojun X Blind! Reader
Genre : Fluff
Summary : Han Seojun didn't expect to fall in love so fast, neither did he expect the blind girl he ran into the other day to be so cute.
Wordcount: 3k :)
[ Disclaimer; This is not an accurate description of being blind. ]
A shriek leaves your mouth as you're pulled backwards, falling right into the body of another person.
" Yah! You should watch where you're going! Didn't you see that car? " A (very pleasant) voice scolds you.
You hurriedly turn around, bowing deeply to whoever it is.
" I'm so sorry! " You tell them.
They sigh.
" Honestly, don't apologize to me. Just watch where you're going. " The person scoffed.
You 'look' back up again, hoping you're looking at their face.
" I'm sorry I'm-"
" You're blind. " The person says.
You nod.
" Yes, sorry to bother, I will be on my way again. " You bow again.
However, as you turn around, you're being held again by your wrist.
" Don't blind people have a cane? " They ask.
You can feel the colour rushing to your cheeks.
" Uhm, yeah. Mine broke last week. My family can't effort one for now. "
" So, they leave you to walk by yourself? "
" My mom's busy working. My older sister goes to college so she's generally just very busy- Don't worry though, I'll be okay. "
" Tell me your address. I'll lead you home. " They sigh.
" No way. I don't know you. You could be kidnapping me for all I know. " You exclaim, ripping your wrist out of his hold.
" My name's Han Seojun. I live on MadeUp street and I go to Seobom High. I'm currently 18 years old. " He introduces himself.
" Y'know, for all I know you could be lying. " You point out.
" Well, how would you get home otherwise? " He points out.
" I know the directions by heart. " You smile.
Han Seojun sighs as he's resting his head on the table. His mind keeps going back to that moment of yesterday night.
The girl might've been blind, but her dark eyes seemed to twinkle under the light of the lamppost yesterday night.
Truth to be told, he was scared something might happen to her. What family leaves a blind girl to fend for herself in the dark?
" Yah, Seojun-ah, you're not even listening to a word I've said! " His best friend, Chorong, complains suddenly, bringing him back to present.
" What? " Seojun huffs.
" Ohhhh, what were you thinking about, a girl? " Chorong teases.
" Maybe. " Seojun smirks.
At his answer, Lim Jukyung turns around curiously, yet for the first time in months, Seojun doesn't feel the need to have her attention on him.
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" Hey! "
Just as hoped, you show again, this time a few hours earlier than before. He's glad he decided to take this route straight out of school.
" Oh, Seojun, is that you? " You ask him.
He smiles.
" Yeah, glad you remember me. I've come to walk you home again. "
He watches as your cheeks heat up.
" Oh, that's real sweet of you. You didn't have to though. " You smile, carefully walking over to him, running a hand over the building beside you.
Seeing your movement, he walks over most of the way, so you wouldn't have to walk all the way to him.
" I wanted to. I enjoyed our walk yesterday. " He tells you with a smile, one you can't see.
" That's nice to hear. I did too. How was your day? " You ask.
The two of you start walking, Seojun making sure to softly brush shoulders every now and then.
" It was alright. I hoped I'd see you again. How was yours? " He asks in return.
You smile sweetly at his words.
" It was okay. I really didn't expect to see you again though. "
And so the two of you walk, once again, all the way to your house. Seojun finds talking with you fun. You seem so soft spoken and delicate that he cannot help but feel a little smitten with you.
" Hey, hand me your phone. " He says, stopping you from entering your house's gate.
" What? " You ask.
" I'll put my contact info in. That way you can call me when you're done in school, I'll pick you up when I can and walk you home. " He explains.
You narrow your eyes at him. (You really aren't though, you're looking right beside him, but it's okay.)
" How would I know you won't be stealing it? "
He laughs.
" Don't worry, even if I did, you can find me at Seobom High. C'mon. " He says, holding his hand out, momentarily forgetting you can't see him.
He softly nudges your arm with his fingers.
" Hmm, hand me your phone, and I'll hand you mine. " You tell him.
He snorts, but does as asked. He takes your hand before smoothly placing his device in your hand. Once he's sure it won't fall out of your grip, he lets go. You take your phone out after a second, handing him an obviously outdated BlackBerry phone. As he puts his number in, the device speaks out every number he puts in.
Once done, he takes your empty hand, placing your phone in it. He softly takes his own back too.
" There goes. See you, hopefully, tomorrow, Y/N." Seojun grins as he pats your head before leaving.
A few months later
Seojun has grown a lot closer with you overtime. Eventually he learned that you come from a very poor family, which was why you didn't have a cane when you first met. A few days after, you thankfully did.
Now the two of you have gone into an easy routine of hanging out nearly everyday. The two of you rarely ever spend time at your place cause' there isn't much to do, but more often than not spend time at his. His mum loves you as if you're one of your own, and his sister has more or less become one of your closest friends as well.
Currently, the two of you are hanging out in his room.
" Y'know, tomorrow I have the day off. " You say whilst spinning around on his desk chair.
Seojun looks up from the 'homework' he's doing. (His phone is in his book.)
" Really? Nice. What're you planning on doing? I've still got school, but we can skip if you're up for something. " He tells you nonchalantly.
You give him an angry look, one he finds all too cute.
" No, skipping classes is bad Junnie. But we can make it later than usual. " You suggest.
He hums.
" Wanna sleep over? " He asks suddenly.
You blink.
" What? I haven't got any of my stuff with me. " You point out.
" That's fine. You can sleep in my clothes and I'm sure we have a spare toothbrush somewhere. My classes don't start until late in the morning anyway. "
" Hmm, let me ask my mom. "
And so it's settled. Tonight, you'll stay at Seojun's place.
" Alright, would you mind if we share my bed or would you like your own mattress? I'm sure we have an inflatable mattress somewhere. " He says, his own cheeks tinting pink at the idea of it.
Truth to be told, the closer the two of you've become, the more he's started to like you. So of course he hopes you'll share his bed.
" I mean, I don't mind sharing your bed if you don't either. " You tell him, your cheeks pink.
" Cool, want me to read to you in bed? " He asks.
" Yes please! "
And so you come back into Seojun's room a while later, a pair of his shorts and his shirts fitting your form. Truth to be told, you look adorable in it.
His cheeks flush as he looks at you.
" You look even better than I do in my clothes. " He grins, getting up from his bed to take you by hand.
A small 'eek' leaves your lips as he pulls you forward.
" Don't worry, I've got you. I'll be your eyes, Y/N." He says softly.
Once more, you start to feel the fluttering of butterflies in your tummy. The boy in front of you really managed to capture your heart in the short time you knew him.
" Okay. " You reply softly.
Just as promised, he leads you to his bed (which is only a few steps away.)
" You can sit down here. " He says, patting his bed as he touches your shoulder.
You carefully sit down, being mindful not to sit on the edge.
It takes a while, but eventually the two of you find a comfortable spot together, with Seojun laid on his front, holding a book in his hands, while you're curled up beside him.
Both of your hearts beat in sync as he reads to you, and you listen to the low hum of his voice.
You're grateful to have run into Seojun. He's sweet, comforting and considerate. He doesn't seem to judge you for weak even though you're blind.
It doesn't take long before Seojun realizes the soft breathing pattern he hears is actually you simply being asleep. He grins as he looks down on you, where your head slightly touches his elbow.
" Aish, this girl. I don't even like to read. " He quietly complains to himself, before glancing down at you again and smiling fondly.
He'll admit, you're cute.
Putting his book away, he turns off the small lamp besides his bed, before turning to lay on his side, facing you. He softly swipes a few stray hears from out of your face, before taking your hand in his.
That night the both of you sleep slightly more comfortable than usual.
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You're currently stood in front of, what you guess to be, Seobom High. Seojun often goes out of his way to pick you up, so you figured you might as well do the same.
You assume your guess is correct, as you soon hear a lot of footsteps, accompanied by people (of who you guess to be your age) chatting away.
" Oh, are you lost? " Someone, a woman by the sound of it, approaches you.
" Oh, uhm, I don't think so. This is Seobom High right? " You ask, just to make sure.
" Yes, are you looking for someone here? Maybe I can help? " She asks.
" Uhm, no thank you. I don't want to be a bother. " You tell her, giving her a polite smile.
" Don't worry about it, it's quite alright. I'm Soojin by the way, who are you looking for? " She asks you kindly.
" Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N. I'm looking for-"
" Yah, Y/N, is that you? "
Just the man you're looking for.
Soojin watches with wide eyes as Han Seojun approaches the two of you, an actual smile on his face, instead of the rude smirk he usually wears.
" Seojunnie! Yes, it's me. I thought I might as well pick you up today. " You grin.
He smiles.
" That's sweet of you. C'mon, let's go. " Seojun says hurriedly suddenly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and turning you around, walking off without sparing Soojin a glance.
Meanwhile Seojun had spotted Suho from a distance. The male seemed nowhere near interested in what Seojun was doing, but Seojun didn't want to risk catching you between them.
" Oh! Bye Soojin! Thanks for being nice. " You hurriedly call over your his shoulder.
Soojin blinked as the two of you walked off.
" Is that, Han Seojun? With a girl? Since when does he have a girlfriend? " Sooah asks as she approaches her friend, causing Soojin to shrug.
" No idea. "
The next day, Seojun is approached by Jukyung.
" I heard you've found a girlfriend. I'm happy for you. " She smiles.
Seojun knows there's no ill intention behind her words. Her words are genuine, and he's glad she's happy for him.
" Thanks. I'll never let her meet your boyfriend though. " He says, leaning his head back onto his table.
" Yahh, Suho is nice, no need to be worried. "
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Seojun is sitting at his desk this time, eyes on yours (although you're probably not aware of it), whilst you're sitting on his bed.
" I can feel your eyes on me y'know. Is something wrong? " You ask him, now turning to face him.
He blinks, not having expected that.
" For how long have you been blind? " He asks bluntly, suddenly.
You blink.
Seojun, seemingly realizing how rude that probably sounded, tries taking his words back.
" Sorry, if you don-"
" I'm born blind. "
" Oh. "
" Don't worry. It's okay. Besides, being blind also means I don't have to worry about my looks- I often hear my cousins stress over their appearance. "
Seojun studies you for a good moment, before eventually leaning over, his fingers brushing through your hair gently as he clears your face of a few loose strands. You jump once you feel his fingers, your heart beating just a bit faster than usual.
" You wouldn't need to worry about it anyway. You're beautiful Y/N." Seojun smiles.
You blush at his words.
" Uhm, thank you I think? - Can I see you? " You ask him suddenly.
He furrows his brows.
" What? "
" I'm good at drawing. If you're okay with me touching your face, I can show you what I see- with my hands at least. " You tell him.
" I mean, sure. I don't mind as long as it's you. " He grins.
You smile widely.
" Great! Do you have a pen and paper? "
And so he finds himself sitting still as your hands gently run over his face. It's a very odd feeling, but he doesn't mind it as he watches a sketch of himself come to life.
As time passes, his mouth slowly falls open at how accurate the drawing is. It's nearly like he's staring at a picture of himself, most of his minor skin details are even shown on the paper. The only thing that's missing are his eyes, that spot remains blank. That doesn't ruin the sketch though, instead giving him a more angelic look, if he may think so himself.
" Woah. That's amazing Y/N. " He smiles as he's done.
" Thank you. You're quite handsome. "
" Of course I am, what did you expect? That I'd be bad looking? " He teases you.
You shrug.
" I don't know many people their looks, nor what most would consider pretty, but I always though you'd be , less good looking? I don't know, I'm visually not very creative. "
Seojun has not heard his heart beat quite that loud in a long time.
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Seojun knows he's got a crush on you, and the more the two of you hang out, the stronger his feelings grow. After a bit of thinking, he decides that today is the day. Now is the time to ask you out.
He impatiently waits until the last bell rings, leaving the classroom before most have packed their bags. On his way to picking you up, he picks up some flowers. He's careful that they don't sting, and that they smell good.
After a while, he finds himself standing in front of your school. After doing some small research, he realized that your school is actually pretty close by. It's a little further from his house, but he'll spare those ten minutes.
It doesn't take long before you come out, and he's quick to approach you.
" Y/N! " Seojun greets you with a big smile.
" Hey Seojun, you sound happy. Did something good happen today? " You smile at him.
" I'm about to find out actually. You see, I like you Y/N. A lot. " He tells you bluntly, straight out with his feels.
He watches as your eyes widen, and the scared feeling of rejection is quick to creep up on him. But before he can doubt himself too much, a big smile breaks out.
" Really?! I like you too! I though that my crush was just one sided! " You say, jumping up and down before engulfing him in a big hug.
Seojun grins, receiving your hug with one arm, the other still holding the flowers.
" Definitely not. You run through my mind all day, Y/N." He says softly into your hair.
" Oh, also, I got you this. " He says as he pulls away.
" Is that what I've been smelling? " You ask, as he guides your free hand to the flowers.
" I hope so. " He blushes.
" They smell great! "
" Glad you like them. "
" Thank you Seojunnie. " You smile softly, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
The moment your lips touch his cheek, his heart skips a beat.
Yeah, he's got it bad for you.
[ A/N: My first try on a Seojun fic :D. I feel like I haven't exactly nailed down his personality yet, but at least I've made a start :], let me know what you think! Also, I'm open to Han Seojun/Lee Suho requests. ]
#true beauty#true beauty fanfic#han seojun#han seojun x reader#fluff#idkeitherman#we need more seojun ffs
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Hi, can I request some dbz characters (I don't know who to choose lol) with the prompt "who hurt you?" Where the reader has some cuts and bruises, and a black eye, and they're trying not cry because they're hurt and embarrassed from falling down the stairs 😅 I fell down the stairs, was hurt and embarrassed, I bruised my back and my legs, but toughed it out at work 💪😎😭
DBZ x Reader
I know this is late, but I hope you feel better :)
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Stairs, my nemesis (DBS or Dragonball Super)
Warning(s): Injury(Is there really a need to warn?)
You get embarrassed from falling down the stairs and getting injured, your love makes you feel better, though.
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Broly
You averted eye contact in embarrassment as Broly cupped your cheeks gently.
He frowns are he notices your eyes glittering with unshed tears.
“What happened? Did someone do this?”
“N-no…”
“Then…what happened?”
“It’s embarrassing,” you lowered your head.
“You can tell me.”
“I—I fell down the stairs,” you rushed out.
He titled his head, “How?”
“I was holding that ball you always tell me not to carry because it’s too heavy. I thought I could carry it…but, well…”
He smiled, “Cute.”
“I’m not cute!”
“You are.”
“I’m hardly cute right now, I’m all busted up.”
He gently pecked your lips, his smile widening when you averted your gaze again.
You were utterly flustered.
“Now you are cute. Want me to give them all kisses, too?” he observed the scrapes and bruises along your body.
Piccolo
“[Name]? What did you do?”
“You see—This gang, well, ganged up on me! I fought them all off, though—”
He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he ate his water, “You’re lying, I can hear your heart, idiot.”
You hang your head, “I…fell at Bulma’s house.”
“Why didn’t you just say that?”
“Because it’s embarrassing! Who wants to tell someone they got all this from falling down stairs?”
He opened an arm in offering, which you gladly took, snuggling into the safety of his cocoon-like hold.
“We’ll get you some Senzu beans later, okay?”
“Okay,” you leaned against an arm.
“Get some rest for now.”
“Can I stay here with you?”
“…Yeah, I won’t move.”
Vegeta
“Did Kakarot do this?!”
“What?”
“I should kill him for doing this to you! I told him to stop harassing you about sparring!” he growled.
“Vegeta—”
“That idiot went too far--!”
“Vegeta! Listen!”
He paused in the middle of putting on his shoes, “What?”
“Goku didn’t do this. So, don’t go trying to kill him.”
“Then who did?”
You looked down, “The…”
“The what? Speak louder, dear.”
“The…stairs…”
“…”
You expected laughter.
“Vegeta?”
He walked off, making you frown.
“Are you that amused by my clumsiness? You could at least say something.”
“Shut up and sit down on the bed,” he called from the bathroom.
With furrowed brows, you obliged, fighting to hide a smile when he retuned with a first-aid kit.
“I’m not a complete ass,” he muttered, kneeling in front of you to put ointment of your cuts first.
Goku
“Oh my gosh! [Name]! What happened?!” he gaped as you opened the door.
“Well—”
“Did Vegeta do this?” he suddenly frowned.
The unexpectedly dark expression stunned you, “I—Uh, no. This has nothing to do with him.”
“Good,” he smiled brightly, “Then what happened, sweetheart?”
“Umm…”
How could you explain this and still keep dignity?
He looked at you so warmly…you couldn’t lie to that face.
“I fell down the stairs earlier.”
“I see. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”
You snorted, “You can’t always protect me from the stairs, Goku.”
“I know. But it still sucks—Hey, why don’t I make you something good to eat?” he offered a goofy grin.
Frieza
“Which pathetic slime ball do I have to kill?”
“What?”
“Who dared to do that to you?” his gaze flickered over your form.
“It wasn’t a person, it was the…stairs…”
“The stairs?”
“Yes.”
“The…stairs?”
“Yes?”
His shoulders shook in laughter.
“It’s not funny! I’m already embarrassed enough…”
Then as he lifted his head, you saw he wasn’t smiling in amusement.
“I’ll return promptly, I must find whoever made those stairs.”
“Wait, Frieza—”
F. Trunks
“What happened? Who hurt you? Are you crying?”
“Not yet…”
“Who did this?” He lifted your head from your hands.
Ah, he looked like he wanted to hold you close forever and pummel someone at the same time.
“Nobody hurt me. I just fell down the stairs…I feel like a clumsy baby deer.”
“Oh, let me get you some ice.”
You yelp is surprise as he easily picked you up, gently avoiding the bruised areas.
“I thought you said you’d get me ice!”
“I am, but I’m not leaving you there.”
He sat you on the counter, before digging in the freezer for some ice.
Beerus
“You fell down the stairs?”
“Yes, Beerus. I told you this three times now.”
“Hm.”
“Go ahead and laugh—”
“These stairs must be destroyed, direct me to them, so I can obliterate them,” he crossed his arms.
“Why?”
“Because they dared to let my [Name] fall. They shall fall beneath me, now.”
Gohan
“I uh…fell down the stairs.”
In a blur, you had an ice pack in your hand, you were on the couch wrapped in a blanket, and Gohan was fixing up your other wounds.
“Uh…”
“You need to be more careful…seeing you hurt breaks my heart, [Name].”
Yamcha
“Really?”
“Yes, I promise that’s what happened…even though it’s embarrassing.”
“My poor [Name],” he covered you in kisses until you couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yamcha, that tickles!”
“I was hoping I could heal all your wounds with my love, it’s the best medicine!”
“Oh, yes. I feel better already,” you smiled, running a hand through his hair.
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Mc That's like Wednesday
First Meet
Pairing: Obey me character x mc! That's like Wednesday !!
Tw warning: mention of gore?
Part-1 Part-2
The brothers.
You were lying on the cold floor... No you're not poor infact you're far from it. You were sleeping on the bed but you suddenly felt that something's wrong and found out you were on the floor , there were voices around you saying 'is she dead'
'oh looks like the exchange program will have to wait' .
'I'm kidnapped...not that i didn't expected that' you thought.
You were still pretending to be asleep so you can find out more but then you heard footsteps approaching probably coming to check upon you whoever that was removed a piece of hair from your face the moment they touched you , you grabbed their hand pulled them down and pushed your little knife near their throat that you keep hidden in your locket. It's small but useful . You heard people gasps and looked down it was a very handsome man with Ruby eyes and raven hair. But you weren't the one to be phased by good looks .
"Where am I? You all better start speaking if you want this little friend of yours alive" you demanded without fearing......
Shocked , surprised, stunt!!
Human how!?
And you didn't got up till Diavolo explained everything!! When you got up you didn't even apologize..even after being told he's the Lucifer.
Poor Lucifer prided got hurt
"Human I'd have you apologize for the stunt"
"And i you, for kidnapping me"
"Apologize"
"I'd rather stuck needles in my eyes"
Diavolo have to stop you guys , you're like another incarnate of pride.
But no one has the audacity to stuck up to Lucifer so he kinda becomes a simp NGL.
But still his poor pride is still hurt.
Do you not enjoy living human? You must have a death wish 😃?
No like really stop arguing with Lucifer but like SIMP no:2.
Cause he was since he saw you pretending to be asleep!!
Look Mammon is easily distracted but you caught his attention now.
Congrats!!
Will try to talk to you but you genuinely don't give a shit 😃.
"Lucifer i don't wanna babysit a human!!"
"Yes i don't want to be baby sit by someone whose face scream 'help me I'm getting bullied '"
"Hey human you don't get to insult The Great Mamm-"
" i wish i could mold my consciousness to give a shit but i apologize i can't"
Mammon didn't even understand that because too much grammar and fancy language.
He'll stick with you thou.....cause he's a simp.
Didn't knew what was going on and didn't care .
Though was slightly concern for you when you talk back to Lucifer.
Was impressed when you roasted mammon.
He was like "LOLMRRRR" (I still don't know what that means)
Blushed really hard when you sent him a glare .
"You know you look like the main character of 'i invited my crush to hell now they're roasting all of my brothers and making them fall in love'"
"No i look like Wednesday from Wednesday " you said and went away.
He looked it up at first he was like what a normie but then he saw it and immediately found out the similarity.
Simp No: 3
You are his favourite now .
Crown you to be the leader of Anti-Lucifer League.
"i refuse"
"You're seriously turning me down?"
"Can you believe it"
But you'd be mostly found with him through.
He'll read listening to your calming taps of type writer.
One can say you go along the best with him
Lucifer don't like it though.
You'll not take part in his pranks cause apparently "if there's no blood there's no fun"
Satan found you a bit disturbing cause from books he learnt this behaviour isn't normal amoung humans but he also found you intriguing.
Congrats satan taking interest means you better run.
He saw a new fashion
He took interest
You're his now!!
"sweetie! You're so unique!!"
"Distance would be appreciated, and if dropping the bodies of your victims infront of their family rather than disposing them is unique then thanks"
Asmo exp. Has stop working *windos shut down music*
He still try to gain his composure back
"uh why the distance sweetie! Would you not rather see this beauty*winks winks*'
"I'm alergic to color , i go insane and scrape the flesh of my bones"
Ok Asmo accept his defeat and sulked away
Mc-1, Asmo-0
Thinks you're threat for what you did to Lucifer.
But gets that's just your chaotic personality.
Thinks your like belphie.
"Belphie?"
"DO I LOOK LIKE- "
Otherwise no thoughts head empty beel will just continue enjoying his meal
For you beel is the most decent.
(I love him)
"Please save me I'm a human just like you Lucifer has captured me!!"
"You smell *sniff* like a demon . Nice to meet you belphegor ."
"How !?"
"Humans are usually scared of me "
"Well you still gotta help me even if I'm a demon "
"Got two words"
"Bet they won't be helpful"
"Your problem"
"I was right "
But you still sometimes bring him blankets and read him your novels when Lucifer isn't looking.
He likes you . No like really.
Safe to say you are not going to face the same fate as the game's mc now .
He still hate humans
But so do you.
So y'all like besties now!!
[A/N]: First obey me headcannon . Hehe! I hope you all enjoyed it !!
If there's something you don't like let me know in DM!
Thank you for reading!!
#obey me shall we date#obey me short fic#obey me gn!reader#shall we date lucifer#the great mammon#levi om#obey me satan#om! asmodeus#beel x reader#belphieobeyme
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Anxiety attack
Request: hey please could you do one where y/n has an anxiety attack about something and how Harry would calm her down? I don’t really have much of a story to give but if you could make it up then that would be awesome! Thank you!
Trigger warnings: description of anxiety attack
Sister! Reader x brother! Harry (bf/gf one coming soon<3)
And just a quick reminder if anyone has a request/ idea then please feel free to message me! Requests are open and I’m more than happy to listen to any ideas! Thank you!(:
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It was all getting too much for you, you were a full time college student with exams and homework and different assignments practically streaming in at a steady pace. You had over 7 assignments and you didn’t even know where to begin. You were nibbling down against your bottom lip your fingers desperately tapping against the keyboard on your laptop sitting crisscross on one of the kitchen chairs, Harry your older brother was sat on the couch on his phone and although his presence was comforting it felt as if you were suffocating the more you stared at the computer screen but the grip your teeth had on your bottom lip held the heavy anxious breaths keeping you silent as you suffered silently your eyes full of nothing but anxiety. You read the instructions on the screen over and over again, ‘make sure to finish these assessments by the 23rd and once you have successfully completed them make sure to send confirmation to me.’ Your breath hitched as you stared at the screen your lips parting slightly “23rd” you murmured before looking down at the little date icon on the bottom of the screen your eyes widening
“fuck!” You dug your fingers into your scalp squeezing your eyes shut not even noticing the concerned look coming from Harry his phone not discarded to the side of him as he shifted on the couch “everything okay?” He questioned but you could barely hear him, it felt like everything was going wrong. Terribly wrong. Failed assessments were one thing but failed undone assessments were even worse- it all made complete sense yet made no sense at the same time and within seconds your calm composure turned into complete hysterics, a slight hiccup in your breath as you struggled to contain your anxiety your breathing becoming rapid- impossible to calm down- impossible to even breathe, it felt like you could breathe but couldn’t breathe as if you were breathing through a tight limited straw that was slowly being sucked inwards tighter and tighter
“Hey hey hey breathe breathe… breathe.” He stood up from his position on the sofa as he moved towards you his hands immediately resting upon your shoulders in a comforting manner “what’s the matter?” He asked gently wanting to get to the bottom of the issue first “I-I-I’ve got seven assignments to do! And many more and I-I can’t even do them. How pathetic is that? I’m just so fucking lame. I cant do anything” your fingers dug into your skin leaving marks and Harry was quick to grab your hands “yeah let’s not do that” he murmured not wanting you to hurt yourself as he wrapped his arms around you securely “and if I don’t get this done then I’m going to fail the course! I’m not going to achieve my dream.” You sobbed out, maybe it was dramatic but you were truly panicking. “Hey no no absolutely not. Whoever told you that was lying and if that happens then I’ll be suing them immediately not to mention mum will be on their case wouldn’t she? Wouldn’t she.” He spoke looking into your eyes as you eventually nodded your breathing still heavy “just try and calm down for me… even out your breathing.” He crouched down in front of you as you focused your attention on him, his hand lifting up to close the laptop so you didn’t get anymore worked up about it. It was a problem that could be solved easily. “But my teacher…” you started but he shushed you gently “don’t worry about them. If your teacher has anything bitchy to say then they can come to me.” He said with a soft assuring smile “but I’ve got to finish my-“ “no you don’t….” He watched you carefully watching as you calmed down slowly “there you go. Good job. Now y/n,” as he said your name your looked into his eyes “I’m gonna give you two options okay?” You fell silent as you listened to him looking into his eyes and you nodded slowly, being the younger sister of Harry styles was always difficult and always would be but you’d never change it for anything. He was protective over you and knew just how to calm you down and you’d forever be grateful for that. For him.
“We either talk about what’s the matter… because I know it just isn’t the assignments… I know you better than that.” He said giving you a look into which you gave that guilty doe eyed look back to him, he knew you damn well and sometimes it was a good thing but also a bad thing because you could rarely hide anything from him. “Or we can go and get ice cream… have a walk… do whatever you’d like and then we come back here and talk about it then.” He spoke calmly and softly nothing but kindness in his tone “ice cream sounds good.” You said with a soft smile and he nodded standing up as he held his hand out for you to take “ice cream it is.”
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“Can I get just a vanilla ice cream?” You spoke to him looking at him and he smiled “you can get whatever you want to…” he said and you nodded “vanilla ice cream then.” You said and he raised his brows “that’s boring, c’mon, choose something more exquisite!” He teased and you smiled glaring at him before shaking your head “fine. Vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce and sprinkles.” You said giving harry a very obvious side eye as he raised his brows at you “that’s still boring… fine… can she please have a vanilla ice cream two scoops a flake in the top, sprinkles, chocolate sauce and those small fudge pieces… thank you.” He said and you stared at him shocked “how many times have you been here?” You asked playfully and he shrugged at you “and then I’ll just get a bubblegum ice cream” he said and you looked at him grossed out “bubblegum? You weirdo… boringgg” you said and he looked at you unamused “shut up” he murmured playfully.
And so once you both got your ice creams you hooked your arm with his beginning to eat your ice cream as you walked with him slowly he had cheered you up massively and you didn’t quite know how else to thank him but really you knew you didn’t have to thank him due to the fact he was your brother and older brothers were always supposed to protect their younger siblings. You both opted to sit on a bench to eat your ice creams as you both talked about life and anything really until the serious conversation came up and you really didn’t want to bring the mood down but you knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer “it’s just… you know…” you were anxious and Harry could sense that “it’s okay take your time.” He assured and you took a deep breath as you nodded “the assignments I haven’t been able to do them because… I’ve just missed you. You being on tour. I’ve just missed my big brother.” You said softly and he listened his heart aching as he immediately wrapped his arm around you “oh y/n” he whispered gently and you nodded smiling sadly, he should’ve known… tour was always your least favourite as it meant you wouldn’t be able to see him for a long time and it sucked but he didn’t realise it effected you this much. “You’ve got me to yourself now I promise. Not gonna go on tour for a while… and whenever I do… I’m sure there’ll be a spare place for you.” He said looking into your eyes watching as your face lit up and just seeing your face light up made his day he had always been unable to take you on tour for safety factors or simply because of school or college and such but now if you really wanted to he could easily take you and if it made you happy then he would in an instant. “But for now you have me to annoy you.” He said a cheeky smile on his face his dimples appearing before his hands quickly tickled against your sides as you squealed “harry! You tickle me and I’ll puke! Stop it!” You laughed out but he didn’t, he didn’t even notice the paparazzis in the distance but to be frank he didn’t care… he was enjoying a nice day out with his sister and no one was gonna ruin that. No one.
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daredevil sentence starters. s1ep2: cut man.
feel free to change pronouns as needed!
they'll kill everyone in the hospital to get to me.
hey, anybody who's got the guts to step into that ring deserves respect.
sometimes even when you get knocked down, you can still win.
it ain't how you hit the mat, it's how you get up.
you should be out having a life, doing poppers and flapper dancing. i don't know what kids do these days.
but i'm awkward and unfashionable. those things don't seem to apply to you.
i'm the lucky girl who pulled you out of the garbage.
you've got two or three broken ribs, probable concussion, some kind of puncture wound, and that's just the stuff i know about.
do you mind telling me how a blind man in a mask ends up beaten half to death in my dumpster?
the less you know about me, the better.
this is my night off. i'm really not looking for some guy to die on my couch.
most people, they find a bleeding masked man in the garbage... they call the police.
we need to talk about what happens if you give up the ghost here in my living room.
you haven't told me anything about you. all i know is you're very good at taking a beating.
see? no reason to get all stabby.
climb off whoever you're on and get down here.
i was starting to worry you might be in love with me.
you gaze at me lovingly when you think i'm not looking. what? you might. how would i know? i'm not looking. just let me live in it
i can't um, i can't get their blood out of the carpet.
i don't see the city anymore. all i see are its dark corners. i look around this room and all that i see are threats.
you can take an unbelievable amount of punishment without one damn complaint.
i'm supposed to take it on faith i'm on the right side of this?
i want to believe in what you're doing, i really do.
you can't give into the fear. if you do, men like this win.
good thing about red, they can't tell how much you're bleeding.
i'm about to go be me. you know better than anybody that doesn't always go so well.
here's how this is gonna work. i'm gonna ask you some questions. you're gonna answer them. if you're lying to me... trust that i will know, and i will be unhappy.
listen, i need you to know why i'm hurting you. i'm doing this 'cause i enjoy it.
i don't believe you. what you said... i don't believe you enjoy this.
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Audere est Facere - to do is to dare
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exactly 1400 words.. jeez!
You had failed.
The last few months had been difficult for you, commuting everyday to go to a school you stopped caring about and struggling on tasks that you simply wanted to give up on. Even after summer break passed, just waking up in the morning would stress you out so much that tears would unconsciously slip down your cheeks.
Your mother tried to reassure you, as much as she could without showing how frustrated she was that you cost them money. She told you that for your age, you were a year in advance than other kids in your birth year and if you wanted.. You could just stop doing school until you feel better.
Stop?
The thought itself sent chills throughout your body. Why would you? You already were left behind, you weren’t going to keep still while everyone else moved on.
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Sleep, go back to sleep.
It’s so noisy outside.
Just make it stop.
Don’t wake up, not yet, not until it’s over.
Today, you were going to your school for the first time, and by yourself. After being dragged from your bed, you stared miserably at the mirror in front of you. The corners of your eyes were crusty from dried up tears, eyebags starting to form under them as well, and your hair was a mess.
It’s odd how much you have to hate yourself that your mind thinks that you look nice right now. Is it lying to you, or worse, actually believing that?
You shook off any thoughts, turning off the lights so that you wouldn’t have to look at your reflection.Of course, you left a hand on the wall to make sure you don’t trip.
Somehow, that decision made the thoughts shut up.
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You met him on Orientation Day.
It was a busy morning, with you being one of the last few students that arrived and so you were sat in the back. You didn’t even get to see him until way after it happened, when you were at the office re-checking your documents.
There was a long line of other students waiting their turn to be called, so some of you were told to wait outside instead. Sighing, ‘So far, so good.’ You thought, not hiding the dead look on your face of simply wanting to get this over with.
While you tried to busy yourself with your phone, you unfortunately found that this school had no signal. ‘Really?’ You let out another sigh, putting back your phone as you glanced at the others around you.
Not too far on the bench you were sitting on, two girls were chatting up a storm with each other. From the way they acted, they seemed like they were already friends, not paying you or anyone any mind despite how loud they were. You couldn’t help but eavesdrop, but is it really when everyone can hear?
“Isn’t that guy so hot?”
“I know right? I wonder which class he’s from…”
“Ugh, I hope it’s ours, it’ll make listening to Ms.Paimon less painful!”
Out of curiosity, your eyes started scanning to find out who they were talking about, landing shortly on someone with light blond hair. They looked to be a boy but were very androgynous, is it from how pretty they were? It was a first to see someone like them, and for once you understood what “Easy on the eyes” meant.
Your eyes met momentarily, and you could feel your breath getting taken away. Is that why eye colors were described like gems in stories? Since when you looked at theirs.. they twinkled like diamonds.
Their disposition was a stark contrast to everyone else, the fact that they seemed so indifferent while their earplugs were plugged in. You wish you brought yours too, and maybe you could listen to something to pass the time.
“-Hey.”
The two girls from earlier widened their eyes as you went and approached them.
‘What am I doing?—’ You thought, freezing in place as they looked up at you.
Still, something also compelled you to talk to him. It was always like this when you met someone new and cool, as if the interest in whoever they were would light a flame within you that crushed the barriers of social anxiety.
“...Can I help you?” They asked, and you wanted to scream, how is that even their voice so pretty?
“Yeah, so..!” You cleared your throat, gesturing to the empty space beside him. “This is really random but would you mind if I sat down here and chatted with you? While we wait to be called, of course.”
He raised an eyebrow in amusement, and you swore you could see him smirk for the briefest of moments like he would entertain your notion. “Sure, though I’m curious why you suddenly approached me of all people,” He replied.
‘Was he blind’? You thought for a moment, sitting down as you said your name to him. “It’s nice to meet you.” Your hand reached out halfway, initiating a handshake.
“I am Albedo, I suppose I share the same sentiment.” Albedo took your hand and gave a firm shake, immediately turning his head away. You don’t know why it bothered you so much, he probably didn’t mean to seem cold, right?
“Ah well, I’m new around here.. My old classmates from two years ago live near the area so I was hoping to find a familiar face.. Though I suppose I did get lonely since I’m doing this,” You said, making vague hand gestures at the end to showcase the ridiculousness of the situation you put yourself in.
“Mhm.”
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Was he charismatic?
No, absoluuuuutely not. At least that’s what you thought at first.
Were you?
You didn’t know, but you managed to retain his attention at least. Maybe it was because you didn’t engage in the usual small talk topics, in fact, you wondered if you were sharing too much from how much your conversation had strayed from its original path.
“What kind of path are you aiming for?” You asked, noticing his eyebrow raise.
It was the typical sort of question ‘what strand are you’ but he appreciated the way you worded it so open-endedly..”STEM , I plan on majoring in Organic Chemistry and dabble in Biochemistry..”
“Ooh,” You gasped, “Sounds like a solid plan, I’m in Humanities so it's a bummer I won’t see you as often, but I’m not really sure on what to take.. Social Sciences, and Psychology specifically interest me though!”
Albedo’s eyes looked you up and down, and he smiled as he replied.”Really, personally I think it suits you. The mind can be quite an enigma.”
“Exactly!” You exclaimed, reaching for your backpack to pull out your sketchbook. You weren’t even sure why you brought it, maybe in case you wanted to impress someone with your mediocre skills, even if you couldn’t bring yourself to be called an artist anymore.
“You sketch often?” Albedo asked, the corners of his lips subtly turning upwards in surprise. You sheepishly handed it to him, as he quickly sifted through the pages. He made small ‘hmm’s and ‘ahh’s, making your heart quicken.
“I used to, I’ve been relearning it.. It’s just a hobby but actually—” You felt your chest twist, as your words slowly trailed off. “...I wanted to pursue Arts at first, but I wasn’t able to keep up with my studies.. It’s my first time repeating. So I’m quite devastated.”
You took a deep breath then continued. “But hey! Mom said I was already one year in advance so supposedly I’m experiencing things normally, one thing I can take from this is that I was able to meet you.” You gave him a closed eye smile as you said that.
“You… initially reminded me of the types of people I don’t usually concur with, and yet you make me feel different. Talking with others, it often feels draining, and yet it’s like we’re friends who haven’t talked in years,” He said.
“That’s really kind of you,” You replied, clasping your hands together. Then instinctively leaned back when his face inched closer to yours, those curious eyes boring holes into your skull.
“I wonder why that is though,” Albedo said, using his thumb to rub his chin thoughtfully. “I would like to study you if you don’t mind, I’m certain we’ll meet again in the future.”
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Halloween
Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader
Requested: yes, by anon
Summary: You take your daughter to Med to surprise Will at the children’s Halloween party.
Word Count: 742
Warnings: none
A/N: Here's another try at dad!will hehe. Yupp, there were a bunch of dad!will requests so i was clearing them out haha. Do let me know if you guys like this
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“She changed her mind again.” You told Will, stepping out of your daughter’s bedroom.
Will glanced up, betraying a smile. “So what is it this time?”
You shook your head. “She’s practically gone through all the princesses and she’s thrown them all out. I have no idea.”
Will nodded. “Let me try.”
Glancing at the clock and noting to himself that he had to leave in ten minutes, he knocked on his daughter’s door. “Sarah?”
Your five year old was standing in the middle of the room, frowning at the dresses lying on her bed, but when she heard Will’s voice, she turned to glance back up at her father, letting out a smile.
“Are you here to say bye?” Sarah asked, heading straight for her father.
Will smiled, squatting so Sarah could fit herself right into his arms. “I have to go soon. But sweetheart, will you tell me what’s happening in here? What’s the problem?”
Sarah stepped backwards to look at Will, before she frowned. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know what’s the problem?” Will asked gently.
Sarah shook her head. “I don’t know who I want to be. It doesn’t feel right.”
Will’s eyes grazed over the mess again. “You picked those out, remember?”
Sarah shrugged.
“Alright, listen. I gotta go but you remember one thing.” Will said, pausing to look his daughter in the eye. “You can be whoever you want to be.”
Sarah let out a wide grin, nodding. Will kissed the top of her head, adding, “I’ll see you tonight, alright?”
“Bye Daddy!” Sarah yelled, turning back towards her room as Will headed out, pausing to give you a hug.
“I’ll be a little late, there’s a little party thing at Med which I kind of have to show my face for… but I’ll try to get out of there as soon as I can.” Will said, pressing a goodbye kiss to your lips.
You smiled against his touch before you nodded. “Love you.”
Will took a pumpkin shaped basket full of sweets from Maggie who smiled at him. “You’re going to stay in your coat?”
Will glanced down at himself. “What? Isn’t doctor an appropriate thing for Halloween?”
Halloween was always busy for the ED so they’d all had a full day and Will had barely made it in time to join the rest who were also off-shift to give out candy to the kids who were stuck here instead of out trick-or-treating with the rest of the children on the street. “Come on Maggie, I want to make it back for Sarah too.”
Maggie just smiled.
“What?” Will asked.
Maggie shook her head and motioned for Will to hurry up.
Will was about to head further into the pediatric ward when he heard an all-too familiar voice.
“Daddy!”
Will spun back around, confused, just as Sarah threw herself against Will, who gently caught her and he glanced up at you in surprise.
“Hey, what happened to the princesses?” Will asked, unable to help the grin that spread across his face as he looked back at his daughter decked out in a small doctor’s coat, the stethoscope from her doctor’s kit draped around her neck exactly like how his was.
Will glanced back up at you where you were standing at the door, as you shrugged and smiled.
Sarah grinned back up at her father. “I didn’t want to be a princess.”
“So you decided you wanted to be…”
Sarah reached out for her father’s hand. “You, Daddy. Now, I’m like you too!”
Will smiled, a soft smile, looking at his daughter who was beaming back at him.
“The doctors are giving out candy, why don’t you take this?” Maggie reached over and handed her a smaller basket. ‘And Dad can help you.”
Sarah glanced over at Will, who nodded. “Thanks Aunt Maggie!”
You exchanged a smile with Maggie. “Thanks, Maggie. Will’s probably just as thrilled as Sarah is.”
You watched quietly with a smile as Will took Sarah’s hand and took her around the ward, introducing her as “Dr Sarah Halstead” and letting her give out the treats to the children.
“You got a great kid.” Maggie commented, with a smile.
You smiled. “She has great people around her.” You responded, glancing at Maggie as you watched her run towards Connor, Ethan pulling out a few candies and slipping them into her pocket. “Thank you.”
Maggie just squeezed your shoulder silently with a smile.
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Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)
Summary: Mike's friends show up to invite you to a party - they have horrible timing.
Word count: 2.1k
Warnings: Fluff. More fluff. Then some more fluff. Shenanigans. Cats. Mention of animal abuse. Mention of a strange situation involving someone's bro kissing his bro's mom. Yep.
A/N: Hello, and a very warm welcome to the next installment of the Cockblocking Chronicles! In this episode we have... no sex! Unsurprisingly. Also we have some... cockblocking. And a lovely little guest appearance of some of our favorites - and maybe some less favorites - and THE TURTLES!
If you like this fic, please let me know 🥰 and reblog so that others may see it too! <3
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“Hey, Mikey! Is this the new girl?” You shriek at the sound of the unfamiliar voice and scramble to get under the covers without flashing whoever is behind you.
“I hope so, otherwise he’s got some explaining to do! Hey, when were you going to introduce us?” someone else says.
“We’ll let you two get dressed. Boys, coffee?” The three guys laugh and leave the room.
“Sy, Will and Evan. In that order. Not that it matters now, because I’m going to kill them...” Mike snarls through gritted teeth. He lets his head hang on your shoulder, relaxing a little now that he knows his friends are really gone.
“We can’t catch a break, can we?” Your voice finally – after all those weeks – betrays you, and Mike’s grin lets you know that he heard. So now he knows; you want him just as bad as he wants you.
“Apparently not...”
“You’re all dead to me,” Mike says as he walks into the kitchen, dragging you along behind him.
“Does he sound frustrated to you?” Will asks the others, who laugh. “He sounds frustrated to me…”
“I am frustrated, for fuck’s sake! I’ve been trying to nail her for weeks!” The kitchen goes quiet, and the guys just stare at Mike – except for Sy, who actually facepalms. “Probably shouldn’t have phrased it that way...”
“Ya think?!” you say as you smack Mike in the back of the head as hard as you can. But even you have to admit... “He’s not exactly wrong, though.”
The guys look at you as if you just told them the earth is flat – even Mike.
“Listen, this guy has been striking out since the very first date,” you continue, laughing when you see Mike’s face morph into a pout. “First it was cats, a week later parents, then he got grounded for three weeks, then it was a cop, now you guys… Cut him some slack.”
“Cop?” Evan asks, unable to hide his laughter.
“Yep. Got busted fooling around in the Camry,” Mike sighs. It’s no use lying, these guys know him well enough by now.
“Don’t you fuckin’ da-argh!” Sy interrupts your conversation with his exclamation of terror. When you look around, you see him sitting at the kitchen table, with Big Sy in his lap, who is purring contently.
“That’s hardly the massacre I was promised, Mike,” you joke as you watch the rather peaceful scene in front of you. The boys laugh at your words.
“Well, I ain’t gonna volunteer to show ya,” Sy says. The drawl in his voice is subtle but present. He’s not from around here, though you couldn’t put your finger on what part of the south he’d be from, exactly. “Someone hand me my coffee.”
You watch as Evan hands him the cup sort of carefully, never taking his eyes off Big Sy, who gives him a death glare from Real Sy’s lap.
“Mikey’s is the meanest,” Will clarifies without you ever asking. “He will swipe at just about anyone – except Mike – when he gets the idea we’re even so much as thinking about touching him. He’s completely okay with it when Sy’s not here, though.”
“Ours will let us take them off his lap, at least,” Evan adds as he bends down to pick up Nova. “Hello little attention seeker.”
“Forgive my frustration,” Mike chuckles, “but what are you fuckers even doing here?”
“Michael, language!” you hear right before the front door closes. Not long after, his mom walks into the kitchen holding heavy-looking bags of groceries.
“Ma’am, let me help you with… Motherf-!” Sy’s attempt to get up to help Mikey’s mom doesn’t go over well with Big Sy, who apparently digs all of his pointy little nails into Sy’s thighs before finally jumping off his lap.
“That’s what you get for still calling me ‘ma’am’ after all this time, Sy,” Mike’s mom laughs. “Are you okay?”
“Yes ma’am,” Sy answers with a grin as he takes one of the bags from her. The boys seem to feel perfectly at home here, because when they help Mike and his mom put the groceries away, they don’t even have to ask where things go – you, on the other hand, are standing around, feeling particularly useless.
“Sweetcheeks,” Mike suddenly says – much to the amusement of his friends, “can you grab Nova?” The furry projectile is trying to make her way into the fridge, which anyone would know to be a terrible place for a cat, only she doesn’t seem convinced of that at all.
“Come here, single brain cell, I’ll give you all the cuddles you so crave,” you coo as you pull her off the shelf she’s managed to crawl onto.
“Even if you didn’t have to work, eat, sleep, pee or breathe for a single second of your life, that would still be impossible,” Will says as he gently nudges Nyx out of the way with his foot. Soon, all the cats come running to the kitchen, gathering around Evan’s feet – even the ones that were nowhere near the kitchen to begin with.
“Let me guess,” you say as you watch Nyx and Larry trying to get into the cupboard Evan just opened, “that’s where their food comes from?”
One look into the cabinet proves you’re right, but Mike confirms it nonetheless: “Part of it. Just the canned food, wet food, dried fish, some kibble. The rest is either in the fridge or the freezer. I swear these cats eat better than I do – Tiger what the fuck?” He looks down at the cat that’s currently climbing his jeans.
“Mike!” The guys – and you – laugh when his mom smacks him in the back of his head. “Language!”
“Why are you always getting me in trouble? You’re not even mine!” he says as he grabs Tiger, who immediately jumps out of his arms.
“Wait, some of them are yours?” you ask, still cuddling Nova.
“Yeah,” Mike answers with a nod to Nova, “that one, Big Sy and Nyx are mine. The dorm allowed pets, but I didn’t take them with me. It was way too small. I was here every other day to check on them, though. Drove my mom nuts.”
“And now he lives here again,” she sighs as she makes herself a cup of coffee. “Let me interrupt this lovely conversation by asking you three–“ She gestures at Will, Evan and Sy “- why you are in my kitchen.”
“We stopped by to ask if Mike was joining us tonight at the lake, we’re staying in Will’s dad’s house – your girl is invited, by the way – and these two wanted to see how the kittens were doing,” Sy answers, nodding to Will and Evan at the kitten part.
“And you don’t want to know how the turtles are doing?” Mike’s mom replies in a way that’s somehow suggestive of something you can’t put your finger on.
“I came here to help you with the groceries,” Sy answers with a wink. From the corner of your eye, you see Mike gritting his teeth.
“Turtles are upstairs, if you three would come with me,” he says, ignoring you completely for a moment. “Oh, shit. Eh. I meant four, sorry Sweetcheeks.” Always nice to know where you stand.
As soon as Mike closes the door to his bedroom, he’s at Sy’s throat. “You need to stop flirting with my mom, because one of these days I’m gonna fucking punch your lights out, okay?”
“Alright, ease up, Mike,” Sy says, grabbing Mike’s arm and twisting it, forcing him to turn away. He’s on the ground in no time. “First off, I would love to see you try. Second; you know we only do it because it riles you the fuck up, right?”
“Let me go, you dick,” Mike grunts, turning back around as soon as Sy takes his hands off him. “Promise me you told me everything.”
“I swear to god, nothing more happened than what we told you.” The promise sounds oddly solemn for… yeah, for what? You look at Will and Evan, who both shake their heads, then at Sy and Mike, who look at each other.
“He kissed my mom once,” Mike says with the single most disingenuous grin you’ve ever seen.
“She kissed me,” Sy corrects him, with a hint of smugness on his face that Mike – luckily, probably – doesn’t notice. Inside your brain, it’s chaos. You’d absolutely pay to hear the whole story behind this, because how can it be anything but good. Do you blame Sy? Maybe not? He’s young and stupid, and Mike’s mom is a pretty attractive woman. But still… Kissing your friend’s mom?
The boys don’t seem prepared to tell you more about it now – Mike goes so far as telling you that he might tell you some other time, which also suggests he might never tell you at all, even after you insist you can’t drop a bomb like this on someone and then not tell them the whole story. Unfortunately, Mike – the fucking bastard – uses a distraction technique on you that’s absolutely foolproof: letting the turtles out of their pen.
Four weeks ago, the babies were unruly balls of floof, slowly waddling around on shaky little legs. Now, they’re fast. And absolutely no quieter than they were before, especially once the scratches on the outside of the bedroom door start.
You’d noticed it before; that door was in desperate need of replacement. Now, you understand why said door isn’t going to be replaced until the cats have actually scratched a hole all the way through it: because it would be pointless.
“It’s the second door,” Evan says as he sees you looking. At the same time, Mike pulls the door open and Big Sy, Nyx, Nova and Momo stroll in. Sy immediately finds Sy and begins walking in impatient circles around his ankles.
“They really want you to sit down so they can terrorize you, don’t they?” you ask him.
“Yep,” he says, “except when Mikey was still with his ex. He wouldn’t show up in any room where she was, so I was safe most of the time.” You don’t know why, but you shiver the moment Sy mentions Mike’s ex. Of course you knew you were hardly his first girlfriend, but you don’t like the reminder that there was someone before you. That said, the fact that one of his cats completely avoided her didn’t seem like a good sign.
Mike’s mom interrupts again, carrying a large plate of snacks into the room. “Please, stop talking about her, she was awful.”
You don’t even get the chance to ask if it was really that bad, because Mike looks at you with some form of guilt in his eyes. “Remember the – and I quote – horrible troll from the movies?” He sighs when you nod. “That was her. I was too blind to see it. And by that I mean – and I hate to have to admit it – she has massive tits and they made me fucking stupid. Never understood why Big Sy hated her that much. He’s not cuddly per se, but he’s alright around people. Well, a few months into dating her, I caught her when she kicked him off my bed. And I mean kicked.”
Without thinking – and with a look of sheer terror on your face – you reach out a hand to Big Sy, who’s contently purring in Sy’s lap. For a while, the red giant rubs his head against your hand, before getting up and walking over to you, lying down in your lap, begging for more attention. “Oh, God, sweet thing, who could ever kick you?” you say as you pet his head, and he even lets you give him belly rubs. It takes you a minute to realize the room has gone suspiciously quiet.
Mike – currently trying to keep three of the turtles from crawling on his head, while little Mikey has taken residence in the front pocket of his hoodie – looks at you completely stumped, as does (human) Sy. “He doesn’t do that,” Mike says as he points at the sprawled-out heap of red fur in your lap. “Ever.”
“I think this one passes the test, boys,” Sy laughs, finally breaking the strange tension in the room.
“With flying colors,” Mike says with a massive grin on his face.
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You were about to lie down when you heard the door chime. An involuntary groan escaped you. It’d already been a far too long day, and now somebody comes to bother you in the middle of the night? You almost ignored it, almost chose to not give a fuck and leave whoever was outside standing in the cold. But the door chimed again and you realised that whoever was out there was evidently quite determined.
So you went and opened the door, an angry “What?” escaping your lips before you even realise it.
But then you look up and stare into familiar brown eyes. There was a softness, a compassionate in them. He had always been very tuned in to how you felt, but had he really realised that quickly? Well, you had just barked around him.
There was a soft smile on his lips, betraying his affection. “Sorry, I know it’s late.”
“You said two more weeks.” It was all you could get out, as you stood there, in shock. You’d been thinking about him every day since he left, had felt that gaping hole in your chest and you had prepared yourself to feel this way for two more weeks, but here he was. Cody. Your Cody.
“Guess I missed ya,” he said, his smiled widening.
You finally start grinning too, before you rush to pull him into a hug. He reciprocates on instinct, holding you tightly against him. You can feel the hard plates of his armour digging into your skin, but you don’t care. Cody was back and he was with you and he was safe. And that’s all you really ever ask for.
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About an hour later Cody has eaten and showered and is now lying in bed next to you. Your head is resting on his chest. You can hear his heart beating, feel him breathing. His hand is in your hair, stroking it absentmindedly. He was exhausted when he arrived, and was already dozing off now.
You had a million things to say though, a million questions to ask about the campaign and a million more things to tell him about your godawful day. But you didn’t, because you wanted him to rest. Besides, with him here nothing else really mattered that much.
And yet. Despite the relief and joy dancing in your chest, there was still a pit in your stomach and a certain tightness in your throat. And after a while the contradiction became too much and silent tears began rolling down your face.
You hadn’t thought Cody would notice, as he was basically asleep at this point. But then you felt him stir.
“Cyar’ika?”
That single word, in that tired yet sweet, sweet voice was enough to knock something loose inside you. The tears started flowing faster and a small sob escaped you as you sat up, your back towards him. You were glad the lights were already out, so there was hardly a chance he could see you.
“Hey, hey,” Cody said softly and sat up as well, moving closer to you and gently grabbing your shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
He leans in and kisses your cheek and you sob again. His arms wrap around your waist now as he practically pulls you into his lap from behind.
“What is it?” he asks again.
“I don’t know,” you admit, your voice a bit unsteady. “It’s just been such a long day and most of the evening was really shitty and I’m so happy to see you but I’m still just…,” you trail off and sigh, trying to wipe some of your tears. It sounds pathetic now that you told him, but Cody wasn’t laughing.
No, he was stroking your back with one hand and wiping your tears with the other. There was such a kind calmness to the way he moved, to the way he touched you.
“You’re overwhelmed?” He suggested, offering a name for the issue.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Okay. What do you need?”
For the next hour and a half the two of you stayed in that position. You told Cody about every shitting thing that’d happened as of late and he listened attentively and answered every question you asked. He never stopped rubbing your back or kissing your face or scratching your head or finding another way to show you his affection throughout the whole thing.
You don’t remember falling asleep that night, but when you wake up the next morning it’s in his arms. And what else could you ever really ask for?
PHI 🥹😭 HI HELLO HOW ARE YOU HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?!
This is absolutely beautiful and made me so giddy and so comforted at the same time. You captured Cody's emotional intelligence so well—I genuinely felt like I was being held by him in my bed. The hug? The kisses? The hand running through the hair? Listening attentively and asking questions and staying engaged? Being pulled into his lap (this one in particular took me out)??? The overall gentleness? This is the dream realized.
Thank you so, so much for sending this to me. I appreciate more than you know; honestly, more than words could adequately express. Reading this instantly made me feel better. You're such a talented writer so receiving this in my inbox was such a treat 💕 It was so nice hearing from you and I hope all is well for you!
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IM BACK! >:)
Okay…hear me out..
The Slasher boys x reader who’s not fat, but is curvy, and they walk in on them like, sleeping, and at first their like ‘Awh my baby :)’ but then see year stains and their stoumach has bandages wrapped around so it molds into being skinnier because they were just hating on their body. And they haven’t been eating? And the boys like, :( it’s not safe and they are just like ‘but ur perfect’ :(
I LOVE THIS >:)
Tw: Angst and mentions of body image and ED read at your own risk
Vincent Sinclair
He sneaks through the door to your shared bedroom. He’s been working on a new wax figure all day so you went to bed without him. He stands at the door way staring at your beautiful form. He makes a note to draw you like this some time. He sits on his side of the bed about to kiss your cheek when he notices tear stains running down your perfect face. He looks down seeing bandages wrapped around your stomach. He’s confused as to why you would do such a thing, in his eyes you are perfect in every way. He feels as if it’s his fault you feel this way about yourself. He unwraps the bandages making a note to get rid of them in the morning. His eyes water as he pulls you to his chest kissing your cheek. He wants to wake you up and ask why you would ever think to do such a thing? Did someone say something to you? He’ll kill whoever would fill your head with such things. He cradles you close to his body crying to himself for not noticing sooner. Why can’t you see yourself the way he sees you?
Brahms
He loves to watch you sleep staring at you while you rest peacefully on his chest, but he can’t, he’s in trouble for causing a mess in his rage. So you made him sleep in his room for the night. He tried to be good. He tried to listen, but he couldn’t sleep without seeing your peaceful face. He told himself "just one look" then he would go to sleep. He loves your curves he worships them. He could stare at you for hours and never get bored. So imagine how sad he was to find out you didn’t think of yourself the same way he did. He immediately exits the walls seeing the bandages and tear stained cheeks. He practically jumps into bed waking you up. Your confused and slightly annoyed he disobeyed you, but then you see his shining eyes through the mask. “Are you okay Brahms?” He shakes his head taking of his mask staring at your stomach. You look down following his line of sight. Shit. He rips the bandages off you dropping his head into your stomach kissing every inch. After that night he doesn’t wear his mask around you. He’s scared that him hiding his scars is what put this idea into your head. He makes sure to kiss your curve’s every night.
Poly ghostface
Billy and Stu always sneak into your bedroom to hangout. Except for on sundays but they were bored so even though it was late they decided to come over. “Hey sweetheart” Billy greets as he crawls through the window followed by Stu. Stu is upset your napping and want attention so he wakes you up. “Babyyyy” he wines sitting next to you on the bed. “Shhhhhh” Billy hushes not wanting him to wake you. He noticed yo I skipping lunch lately and he was planning to ask if you were okay, but you needed sleep. Your eyes began to open as you turn over looking at your boyfriends. “Hello baby” you great Stu happily sitting up to kiss him on the cheek. He looks at your face and frowns grabbing your chin “what’s wrong?” The lack of a pet name is how you realized he was upset. “What happened to your stomach?” Billy asks dreading the answer he knows is gonna be a lie. “I accidently cut myself while helping my mom make dinner” Stu grabs your hand fidgeting with your fingers nervously. “Then why were you crying?” He mumbles. You don’t know how to respond knowing they know what’s going on, so you look down sadly. “Oh baby” Billy whispers crawling into bed. He leans down undoing the bandage stuffing it in his pocket before leaning over to your backpack on the floor grabbing a sharpie. He writes the words Perfect across your stomach. He caps the marker tossing on the floor. Stu doesn’t say anything else nuzzling his head closer to you. Billy joins the cuddles caressing your stomach till you fall back asleep. The following days he keeps an eye on you helping to distract you while you eat. He makes sure to bring you snacks everyday just in case. Stu burned the bandages when he got home.
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You’re not a child
Blue Jones x GN!Reader
Summary: You have a nightmare while sleeping in Blues office due to ‘misbehaving’. Blue comes to check on you to find you making pleads for help in your sleep, he throws his ego down the drain to comfort you.
You were curled up on a ragged bed inside Blues office that he told you to sleep on. You were rehearsing for your dance later tomorrow until one of the girls had tripped you as Blue walked in. Of course he was mad, he immediately assumed you’d fucked him over and lied to him about being ready so he strode over to you, yanked you up by your arm and shoved you into his office yelling “You will sleep here and fucking think about lying to me again yeah?” You bit back your tears and nodded, not bothering to argue back.
You had no blanket, only a thin mattress and a thin pillow. It was cold and what hurt you most was hearing everyone out there laughing and having fun including Blue himself. You knew better than to snoop around his office out of boredom, he’d literally kill you if you touched his things without permission. It smelt of cigarettes and wet wood in his office, a hint of cinnamon coming from a lit candle of his that stood on his desk.
You were staring at the wall for a few minutes, not noticing how your eyes slowly started shutting and soon enough you were completely asleep.
You woke up and quickly sat up sweating. It took you a few moments to realise how silent it was, no music playing, no girls laughing, just utter silence. It actually frightened you a little bit. You started to rub your temples and decided to tell yourself ‘fuck blue’ and walk over to the door, yanking it open. What confused you was how all the lights were still on, including the stage lights. You were tempted to call out for anyone but you didnt want to embarrass yourself so you just kept walking towards the dance room. The floor creaked under you and your heart was pounding against your chest, you had a gut wrenching feeling about opening that door but you needed to know why everything was so silent. You slowly opened the door and peeped around the corner only to jump back in horror. Your eyes grew wide and your jaw went slack at the sight of everyone sprawled out, stab wounds littering their bodys. You crawled back and stood up, turning to run only to barge into a tall figure. You looked up and gasped, a guy with a skinwalker like stare looked down at you, a knife gripped tightly in his hand. You backed away and he lunged straight at you.
Blue was angry when he stormed back into his office, he didnt know why but he just was. He shrugged off his blazer and rolled up his sleeves, pulling out a cigarette. He was about to light it when he saw you curled up into your own body, shivering and murmuring. Blue raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to you to try and listen to what you were saying and his heart jumped for a second when he heard you begging for help. “Y/n” he spoke and stood back, his thoughts racing through his mind.
You were clutching onto the thin mattress and the moment you pleaded for whoever it was to stop, Blue turned and locked his office door “Fuck” he muttered and speed walked over to you. He turned you onto your back and lifted you into his arms, walking you into another room “Shhh sweetheart” he cooed when you were slowly stirring. Moments later you were engulfed by soft cushions and Blue crawled beside you, pulling his puffy blanket over your body. When you felt a pair of soft lips against your forehead you sprung awake screaming only for Blue to quickly pull you against his chest “Hey Hey” he started stroking your hair “It’s okay calm down” you gripped his forearm tightly and slowly calmed down in his hold. He rested his head against your hair and you looked up at him “Blue?” He smiled at you “Hey…Im sorry for not letting you speak earlier. I was in a shit mood, a guy didnt pay me his money and seeing you fall it just set me off and im sorry. I know they tripped you up” You bowed your head “Yeah” you muttered out and he put a finger under your chin, lifting your head to meet his eyes “You’re better than them, they’re jealous you know that” you stared into his beautiful eyes, nodding and nuzzling your face in his chest.
He continued stroking your hair and he laid back “I know what its like to have nightmares you know” he started “Waking up alone” You frowned at his words. “you dont have to be alone Blue” you spoke softly and he huffed a small laugh “They’ll think i’ve gone soft” he replies but you look at him “So? Who cares about what they think. You’re the own in charge here” he smiles at you and kissed the tip of your nose “Go back to sleep honey, i’ll be here”.
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day eleven - “you’ll be okay”
notes: welcome to day 11! throwing it all the way back this sunday and posting the very first stellaride story I ever wrote. enjoy!
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Severide was sitting on the back bumper of the Squad truck, an instant ice pack held to the side of his head. His head hurt, thanks largely to the knucklehead they had just rescued, but he was certain it wasn’t anything more than just a bump and a headache. Unfortunately, Boden had seen and heard the hit and told him, in no uncertain terms, to sit down, shut up, and wait to be checked out by the medics.
All around him, there was noise and activity and while he was positive he didn’t have a concussion, the hustle and bustle of the scene did nothing to ease the hammering ache that had taken up residence in his head.
Trying to ignore the pounding in his head, Kelly focused on the people around him. Squad was loading their tools and ropes back into their truck, the members of Truck were clearing up the scene, and Sylvie and Stella, who was filling in for Gabby for a bit, were checking out the last two accident victims.
Both paramedics looked to be finishing up with their patients and, as luck would have it, Stella finished first and made her way over to him.
“What happened to you?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“Hit my head on the frame when the driver freaked out,” Severide answered, moving the ice pack away so Stella could probe his head. “I’m fine, but Boden saw it happen and told me to get checked out.”
“And you listened? I’m shocked.” Stella commented. Happy with her examination of his head, she moved on to continue her concussion check.
Severide scoffed playfully. “I listen.”
“Mhm.”
Stella continued her examination, going above and beyond and checking more than just Kelly’s head. After all, everyone at 51 knew his habit of hiding and playing down injuries and ailments. Satisfied with her exam, Stella took a step back and gave Severide some space.
Before she could say anything, Boden walked over. “How’s he doing, Kidd?”
“Well, he’s probably going to have one hell of a headache for a day or two but no concussion. He’ll be okay.” Stella turned her attention back to Severide. “Keep the ice pack on until we get back to the station, then you should be good. Take some Tylenol if the pain gets to be too bad and if anything changes or your symptoms worsen, tell me or Brett immediately.”
Boden turned to look at his Lieutenant. “Did you get that Severide? I will gladly send you to Med for a full work up.”
“Yeah Chief, I got it.”
Boden nodded once, then moved away, once again leaving Stella and Severide alone. Severide rolled his eyes at the Chief’s retreat and looked at Stella with a smirk. He sobered when he saw the serious look on her face.
“I’m serious Kelly,” Stella urged, arms crossed over her chest. “Head injuries are serious.”
“I know, and I meant what I said. I heard you and the Chief loud and clear.” Severide said seriously, standing up from where he’d been sitting. “I will tell you or Brett the second something feels off.”
“You better.”
Severide nodded and stared at her for a moment before breaking eye contact. “Squad 3, let’s finish up!”
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Hours later, after dinner had been cleaned up and everyone had dispersed throughout the station, Severide was in his dimly lit office lying across his bed with an arm thrown over his eyes. He had long since given up on completing the paperwork currently strewn across his desk, the pounding in his head too distracting to focus. He hadn’t planned on turning in for the night, but once he laid down, he didn’t want to get up again.
When he heard a knock at the door, he was ready to yell at whoever was there but when Severide moved his arm and saw Stella, he sat up. “Hey.”
“I brought you another ice pack, and some more Tylenol because I know you haven’t taken any more since we got back to the station,” Stella said as she entered his office and sat next to him on the bed. “How’s your head?”
“It hurts,” Severide said. He looked at Stella with a small smirk. “But a very nice paramedic checked me out and told me I’d be OK.”
Stella snorted. “Sounds like you had a great paramedic checking you out.”
“Yeah, she’s pretty great.”
Stella smirked and handed Severide Tylenol and a bottle of water. When he didn’t take them immediately, she quirked an eyebrow at him. Severide huffed out a chuckle and took the pills Stella had given him, setting the water bottle on the floor beside his bed.
Stella cracked the instant ice pack in her hands to get it cold then tossed it to Severide, who lifted it up to his head. When he immediately complied, Stella knew he hurt more than he let on. Kelly Severide liked to play the tough guy but Stella could see through his act.
Severide groaned dramatically at the cold. Stella rolled her eyes and stood up.
“Get some sleep,” Stella murmured as she gently pushed his shoulder to get him to lie back down. “You’ll be okay.”
“Promise?” Severide asked teasingly.
Stella glared at him, but there was no fire behind it. “I promise.”
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