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#plz realize this IS pretty much a joke
justsasuke · 1 year
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this is a nonsensical brainfart post but how crazy is it that Konoha got really disturbed over the fact that Sasuke killed Orochimaru, The Very Wanted Criminal. Isn't it weird that they thought Sasuke was going off the deep end because he one off'd someone who was definitely on the ANBU hit list, had been evading them for years, and also invaded the village 3 years prior? And then they decided that this incident was a good enough reason to send a huge retrieval squad after him. And sure, I am fully aware they were worried about what he was going to do next and that he may be planning to do something criminal. Except if you think about it all he was doing was going after another wanted criminal so I really don't see the problem there...except said criminal was Itachi who Knew Things but it's not like Tsunade knew he knew so But anyway, they send an entire squad after him for what, hmm? To bring him to justice for taking someone who was on their hit list out first? Were they trying to catch Sasuke to give him the reward money?? Honestly instead of being upset they should've been proud of Sasuke for playing the long game, for being smarter than all of them put together when he was 12 (because remember, he's been planning to take down Orochimaru from the beginning), managing to get rid of one of the LEGENDARY SANIN and tbh they should've made him an ANBU or something idc. But no, when Sasuke goes after wanted criminals he's "on the bad path" and "losing his way" but when Naruto or Shikamaru do it it's chill? I mean I get Konoha operates on double standard but 👀 👀
So then it starts to feel like Sasuke getting rid of Orochimaru was actually a bad thing for them....like maybe if we delve a little deeper we'll discover another of Konoha's Dark SecretsTM where Orochimaru's existence is a thorn Konoha's side, yes, abut also somehow beneficial? Like a weird symbiotic relationship. Maybe his existence and experimenting and capturing potential nuisances is actually helping the system? etc. etc. who even knows. anyway yeah. this isn't super sensical because it's a half-baked thought and it's honestly kind of a joke because there's just a lot to unpack surrounding Konoha and the way they treated Sasuke and the political stuff surrounding him leaving to go live with a criminal etc. etc., and I know I'm over simplifying a lot of the facts but I had this thought at 3 a.m. and it needed to be said 🤷
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fleur-bbyy · 8 months
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SINFUL SUMMER
it’s the first day of vacation and lucifer already can’t keep his eyes and hands off of you.
𓇼 lucifer x fem reader
𓇼 warnings: unprotected p in v sex, semi-public(?), creampie, reader wears a bikini, reader wears sunscreen for anti-aging purposes (pls wear your sunscreen!!!), sub reader, lil oral fixation if you squint real hard
𓇼 a/n: 1.6k words of my own fantasy. I was gonna post all the summer stuff together but i’m scared I won’t finish it all in time and was too excited for this one lol. also if it wasn’t clear, it’s one of those cabanas that’s covered on all sides and has curtains at the front, they’re in the jockey position lol, and it’s one of those lounge chairs where the back adjusts. (plz forgive me for not being that descriptive i was excited)
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As the sun beams off his clothed back and his feet begin to burn from standing in the hot sand, Lucifer comes to a realization.
You are quite literally his worst nightmare.
Pretty in the face and so, so naive to any of his lustful advances. An innocent request for him to help you apply sunscreen to your back should be just that, innocent. It shouldn’t be so daunting or feel so inappropriate for a man as respected as he was. Scanning over your barely-clothed back as you rub the contents of the tube on your arms. His ruby eyes linger far too long on the dangerously thin fabric on your lower half. He wanted to tell you that your bikini left far too little to the imagination, but he shouldn’t have been imagining that anyway.
“You’re laying inside a covered cabana, you don’t need it.”
"Do you expect me to spend the whole day in here?" You turned to look at him, smiling as your hands began to run the spf over your collarbones. "Besides, the sun still reaches me. I don’t want my skin to be saggy and feel like leather when I’m older." Lucifer crosses his arms and mentally eye rolls: You’ve been hanging around Asmo too much. 
"Fine. Finish up everything else and then tell me what you need." You smile once more in victory and continue to cover your front with the lotion. Lucifer stands in the doorway, arms still crossed, a seemingly calm expression resting on his face. His eyes stayed transfixed on your body for the majority of the time, glancing over his shoulder once to see his brothers doing their own thing in the sea and snapping right back over to you as you bent over slightly to reach your legs. Your bikini bottoms riding up even further than before and exposing more of your skin. His eyes widening a bit more when he noticed the outline of your cunt peeking through the fabric, causing the air to feel a bit hotter and his swim trunks to tighten a little more around the crotch.
"Okay, need you now." you said, beginning to lie down on the chair and handing him the tube of sunscreen in the process, his fingers accidentally brushing yours as he grabbed it and he swears you let them linger on purpose. He stood over to the side of you and began to gather the lotion in his hand before you stopped him.
“Don’t be awkward. Sit over my legs.”
Lucifer paused after hearing you voice your request like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He lightly sighed and reluctantly moved to straddle your legs, his half chub barely a few centimeters away from your plump ass. Lucifer contemplated whether you knew what you were doing or not. You had to feel it; there’s no way you didn’t feel it prodding against your thigh as he began to smooth the lotion down your back. holding back a groan when you arched into his touch.
“How exactly does sitting like this help?”
“You’ll reach better. Besides, wouldn’t want you to throw your back out, old man.” You lightly laughed at your own joke and Lucifer rolled his eyes, hands moving to the center of your back. “You’re good at this, should be a masseur.”
He wasn’t able to respond, having to bite the inside of his cheek as you arched even more into him. Your ass dangerously close to his hardening cock. He paused to grab more sunscreen and was about to continue before you stopped him again.
“You missed a spot near my shoulders.”
He slowly leaned forward, relishing in the feeling of his clothed cock finally making contact with your ass but trying to avoid it at the same time. Using his legs to lightly hold himself above you and starting to cover the spot that he missed when he heard a soft moan escape from your lips and your hips push into him even more.
There’s no way you didn’t know what you were doing. There was absolutely no way you didn’t feel his hardened length pressed into you. His hands slowly dragged down your back, stopping at your waist and giving an experimental small roll of his hips into yours, feeling a glorious sensation when you moaned a bit louder. He continued to roll his hips against you, biting back small grunts and groans when you started to meet his thrusts with the roll of your own hips. One of Lucifer’s hands slowly traveling from your waist to the edge of your bikini bottoms, pulling them to the side and shivering at the sight of the strings of your arousal sticking to them. He slowed his hips to get a good look at your soaking cunt and ran his index finger up and down your slit.
“Do you want this?” He asked, fingers running over your sopping entrance and examining the way they shined with your essence. You frantically nodded your head, not trusting yourself to speak without getting too loud. “I need to hear you say it.”
You bit your bottom lip, trying to steady yourself before whispering out a quick "yes." You felt him shuffle behind you and shortly after felt his tip prodding at your entrance. rubbing himself up and down your slit to gather your wetness before he slowly began to sink in. inch by inch with shallow thrusts.
“Ohh fuck.. that’s it. You feel too good.” Your toes curled and pussy gushed at his words. Allowing him to sink even further into you
He was big. Barely half way inside, and you already felt so full of him. grasping at whatever you could and beginning to roll your hips into him once more, eliciting a sharp hiss from the man.
“Need you to open up for me.” His breath was hot on your neck as he leaned over to whisper in your ear.
“Can’t. You’re too big.”
“None of that. You can be good for me.” One of his hands positioned your hips up even more, giving him access to your neglected clit. “She can be good for me too.”
You moan when he begins circling your clit. Feeling your arousal drip down and lubricate his working finger. His thrusts starting to speed up and his free hand tracing up your spine to pull the string holding your bikini top together, giving him full access to your back. Everything coupled together gave your cunt to final push to open up completely. Moaning even louder when he finally pushes all the way in. Your whines and moans crescendoing to the point that Lucifer has to clamp a hand down over your mouth and pray that one of his brother’s didn’t hear anything.
“Naughty thing,” he began, sticking one of his slender fingers into your mouth and grinning when you immediately start to suck, “this is what you wanted the entire time, didn’t you? Wanted to rile me up and fuck you where anybody could walk in and see?”
Beads of sweat begin to gather on both of your faces from the summer’s heat and the intensity of the current activity. Some rolling down Lucifer’s face and landing in small droplets on your back that he lovingly wiped away after removing his fingers from your mouth.
“Are you going to be good and quiet for me?” You didn’t answer. Not trusting yourself to speak and worried you’d let out another loud whine instead.
“That just won’t do,” his thrusts slowed and he pulled his hand back from your aching clit, “answer me.”
“Yes. Yes I’ll be good. I promise.” You said through gritted teeth. Even with his agonizingly slow thrusts, the steady drag of his cock on your walls practically made you shiver. Feeling him hit every ridge as he pulled out and pushed back in.
“Then cum for me. Want to feel you.”
Before you could even try to start fucking yourself on him, he picked up the pace again. Going even faster and harder than before and causing your body to bounce up and down on the lounge chair. The grip on your left side becoming ironclad and his hand once again sneaking to rub expert circles on your clit. His heavy balls knocking his fingers every time he plunged into your heat.
Your orgasm comes soon after with a strangled moan. Burying your face in your hands to try and muffle yourself but to no avail. Lucifer also begins to gradually lose himself as he works you through your pleasure. The clenching and spasming of your cunt around him causes the fingers on your clit to fumble in rhythm and move sloppily. His grunts and groans gradually getting louder and his thrusts speeding up just a tad more before you finally feel that familiar warmth as he spills inside of you. Panting and biting his bottom lip to quiet himself.
The air in the cabana was still thick with sex as the two of you recovered. Finally looking over and noticing that the chair had moved at least a foot away from its original position and your tube of sunscreen had been leaking out onto the sand the entire time. Lucifer carefully pulled out of you and admired how his cum dripped from your pussy. Using two of his fingers to push any that had trickled out back into your spent hole before fixing your bottoms and tying your bikini top back to it’s original position. Finally adjusting himself and getting off of you after making sure you were alright.
“Are you going to stay here?” He asked, his voice quickly returning to its stern nature as he crossed his arms over his chest once again.
“Think so.” You turned your head to look over at him and propped yourself up on your arms, watching as he began to leave to check on the others. “Thank you, by the way.” He stopped in the entryway, glancing over at you with a grin and half-lidded eyes.
“The pleasure’s all mine.”
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taurussbabe · 1 year
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pregnancy scare with charles leclerc? angst then fluff plz 🫶
A Forever connection
A/n: my first fic, hope you like it 💗🫶
Please don't be a ghost reader 🏎
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"Are you ok, mon amour?" Charles asked as he softly rubbed your back while you were throwing up. It was early morning and you had been like this for 2 days now, constantly throwing up and feeling tired
"Yeah, yeah, I am" you muttered a soft 'thanks' as charles handed you a towel
"Are you sure, we should check this out you've been sick for a while"
"I'm fine, it's probably just a stomach bug" you brushed your teeth while sometimes glancing at charles, only to see he was already looking at you. "Really, thanks for your concern, but I'm fine" you leaned down and kissed his cheek softly.
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"Y/n!" Charles called out from the living room while you were in the kitchen. "I've been thinking-"
"Ah, that's new" you joke but he doesn't doesn't laugh or show any expression, which causes you to stop what you're doing to get near him. "What's up?"
"Y/n, do you think it's possible that you might be pregnant?"
"What?, no, of course-" you start to answer but freeze because when you do think about it, your period is late a few days, but you had thought it was just work stress. While you were doing all your thinking, charles was just staring back at you, waiting for you to finish processing your thoughts and you didn't realise he was calling you until he reached for you and pulled your hips slightly to him
"Chérie"
"No, Charles, it can't be, i'm not...you're not, damn it Charles we are not even togheter, we're just friends" it wasn't a lie, you had agreed from the beggining that you were just 'fuck buddies', you liked spending time toghter but both of your lifes were pretty busy, you were sort of a stress relieve to each other and now this
"Hey, hey, look, whatever happens, i'm here" he pulled you into a hug and you didn't realised you were crying until you saw charles shirt get wet
"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to-"
"Hey, no, i get it, it's scary, but i'm here, everything is gonna be alright" he softly brushes a lock of hair behind your ear
"Charles, i'm- i'm scared"
"I know, me too, there's only one way to find out, ok? You have to take a test"
"yeah, i know, can you...hm, can you pick one up, please?"
"yeah, of course, i'll be right back, okay?" he pulled you in for a kiss before grabbing his coat and keys and leaving
The time you were alone was excruciating, you kept thinking about the what if's, of course you wanted kids one day, but first you had to find your person. If only you hadn't gotten drunk months ago and slept with charles, none of this would have happened, it was supposed to be a one night thing, you respected your friendship too much to ruin it, but he's charles, in his funny charming way he stole your heart and you stole his, not that you were aware of it. You hadn't realized yet but when you thought about the future, you had charles in it, and not as a friend, you kept pushing those thoughts away because he was just your friend, your best friend even and you were sure he didn't felt the same
What you didn't know was that charles was thinking the exact same thing you were, all the way from the pharmacy to his apartment, where you were staying. It killed him every time you called him friend, because he knew he wanted to be more than a friend to you.
"Hey, I'm home" Charles called and you got up from the couch, tears threatening to fall, but you refuse to let them.
"Okay, let's do this, I'll be right back" you said grabbing the bag from his hands.
After a few minutes you showed up at the living room, finding a thinking charles sitting on the couch. "So?"
"I haven't looked yet"
"Well, let's do it together then" grabbing your hands softly he sitted you on his lap, arm wrapped protective around your waist. "Whatever happens, I'm here, not gonna leave you"
You nodded softly as you opened your hand revealing a test with one line
"What does that mean?"
"It's negative" you said and he hugged you
"Hey, it's good right?" He asks brushing you hair softly and kissing your temple
"Yeah, yeah, I don't know why I'm crying, I didn't want a kid right now, I just, it was a lot of emotions"
"I know, I know" he leaned back on the couch and pulled you into his chest. You don't know how long you stayed like that, it felt like an eternity, yet you didn't want to move. Charles was the first to break the silence.
"I can't do this anymore"
"What?" You asked confused
"I can't do this anymore y/n, I can't keep pretending that I don't love you. How know how much it kills me that I can't hug or kiss you in public, that I know that every time we are together, we're still gonna be just friends, that I can't bring you to any family dinners. Every time I talk about you, I smile, hell, every time I think about you, I smile because you're the best thing in my life. And even though none of us wanted a kid, it would be nice to know that there was something connecting you and me forever. So, no, y/n, I can't do this anymore because I know that we can't be more than friends"
You stood there looking at him as he let it all out, not saying a word, because how could you, everything he was saying was a thousand times better than all that you had dreamed about. You couldn't find the words, so instead, you kissed him, a different kind of kiss than all the other times, because this time, it was the promise of something more.
Charles took a second to realize what was happening but when he did, he kissed you right back with the same love that you did.
"I love you" you said as you broke the kiss
"Wait what? How?"
"Charles, I've been in love with you forever, you just never noticed, you idiot"
He chuckled softly before pulling you in for another kiss "Your idiot, mon amour"
"And for the record-" Charles pulled back to look at your face "-I'm in love with you too"
Much more kisses were exchanged, this time, hungrier kisses, passionate kisses, because you both knew, that this time, you weren't just friends.
Maybe some scary things happen to leave room for the best things to come.
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newestq · 9 months
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I love your p1h headcanons! Do you think you can write one of how and when the members would get annoyed in a relationship ? Thank you !
( gender neutral plz )
this was really hard for me T-T so im only posting the maknae line. if anyone wants to see the hyung line then ill write for them, but this is all i've got for now.
⋆。゚☁︎ 𝚙𝟷𝚑 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍, 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍
゚☾ ゚。⋆ 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜
┊ ˚➶ 。˚ 🌿 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉
୨ hwang intak, ୧
ꕥ insensitive. intak is a rather, sensitive guy. his emotions are just too strong, and he feels them for those around him; especially his band mates. he's never had to worry about you not getting along with his friends, you all clicked pretty well. but on one particular night, you had said something towards jongseob. something that you said in a joking manner, and intak knows you didn't mean it, but you still laughed about it. jongseob laughed, but it was forced—and it irked intak. when jongseob walked away, you hadn't realized, and it made intak even more upset. so intak confronts you about it later.
"i get you're close with my friends, but i would really appreciate if you didn't comment on things like that, especially towards seobie."
୨ haku shota : soul, ୧
ꕥ not listening to him. shota isn't the type to talk much in front of people he doesn't know, so when he started talking more to you, you had known just how close you two were. eventually, when you started dating, shota would talk all the time. you loved it; though sometimes he would talk when you were busy with school. shota never realized he was being distracting. he was just telling you about what his time in japan was like. but you had a concert coming up, so you were looking over your sheet music. when you continued to hum at what he was saying, instead of asking questions or making actual comments, shota looked over at you—eyes fixed on the work in front of you. you weren't listening to him. he leaves, going to his and jongseob + taeyang's shared room. he doesn't even tell you he's leaving. soon after, you notice shota isn't sitting next to you. you ask jiung, who's been sitting on the couch, where he is, and he answers saying he left a while ago. when you walk into his room, you see him scrolling through his phone; annoyance clearly plastered on his face.
"hey sho, why did you leave?"
"didn't feel like wasting my breath. you clearly didn't feel like listening," he deadpans.
୨ kim jongseob, ୧
ꕥ baby him. he gets babied a lot by the members, and it's easy to laugh them off. with you, it's different. the idea of you making the same jokes as his friends ticks him off. it doesn't make him mad, necessarily, just extremely bothered. now, don't get him wrong—when you call him your baby, that is different as opposed to "awe the little baby doesn't want to do that." so jongseob confronts you about it. at first you're a little lost, but you realize how aggravated he is trying to explain it to you.
"look, i'm tired of being treated like a child to you. i know you don't mean it intentionally, but please, can you not make those jokes? sorry if i'm coming across as a dick."
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jungkookslipring · 4 months
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Heyy can I request a lee seungmin ler skz fic plsss. I'm a huge fan of your works!! They always manage to draw me in and I feel like I'm right there with the characters!! Love you!!!💖💖💖
Seungmin is our favorite Comedian
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AHHHHH you're so sweet thank you!! plz enjoy!
Lee! Seungmin
Ler! SKZ
Seungmin woke up and chose ✨violence✨. The boys were in another interview where they were filming a Besties on Besties video for Seventeen. Seungmin came for everyone and their mamas in this interview, leaving everyone laughing.
“Bang Chan is so old”
“Changbin is so good at nothing”
“Hyunjin loves Felix”
Respectfully everyone started coming at each other’s throats and continued making everyone belly laugh, but Seungmin seemed to have the most comebacks.
‘this kids gonna get it,’ thought Bang Chan. And get it he did.
They all decided to hang out in the vocal/dance racha dorm after a long day of interviews, revenge on Bang Chan and Changbin’s mind once everyone’s shoes were off.
“Yah! Kim Seungmin!” shouted Changbin as Seungmin made a b-line towards the hallway. Changbin caught up to him and threw the vocalist over his shoulder, already giggling at what was to come.
“Leave me hehe alone!” Seungmin giggled nervously as Changbin threw him on the couch.
“This is for saying I’m good at nothing!” Changbin squawked but with a huge smirk as he dug his fingers into Seungmin’s sides, already making the younger one cackle.
“I was kiddihehehehehehehe!” He batted off Changbin’s hands as much as he could before the leader had an idea.
“Changbin-ah, hold him down for me, the old man wants to get in on this,” he joked as Changbin immediately did what he was told and grabbed a hold of Seungmin, pulling him onto his lap and pulling his arms behind his back.
“This isn’t fairhahahahaha!”
“Life’s not fair bubs!” Bang Chan said as he poked and prodded Seungmin’s tummy, the younger one kicking out his feet. He felt so weak and so exposed not being able to fight back as Bang Chan went to work on his tummy. He was so adorable so it was impossible to stop.
“Me next!” Hyunjin jumped towards them with Felix right on his side.
“me too!” Said the younger Aussie.
“go right ahead!” Bang Chan laughed as the two dug their fingers into his sides and knees. This made Seungmin go nuts as two ticklish spots on his body were attacked.
“NAHAHAHAHAAHA WHYYYYHAHAHAHAHA!” He screeched as Hyunjin massaged his legs and Felix rapidly squeezed his sides. Seungmin was such a ticklish boy and everyone was cooing at his reaction. After a while they made space for Han to shove his hands right under his underarms. Seungmin’s laugh almost went silent.
“NAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA HANAAAHHHAHAHAHA!” He screamed. He knew it would’ve tickled a lot worse if his arms were stretched out but this position was no better considering Han’s fingers were pretty much stuck in his hollows.
“this is for the reading comment!” He joked as he continued wiggling his fingers.
“I DIDN'T MAHAHAKE THAT COMMENT HAHAHAHAHAHA CHANGBIN HYUNG DIHIHIHIHID!” He exclaimed as he shook his head like a mad man.
“I know but you still laughed Minnie!!” Han laughed along with him as Seungmin’s head fell forward resting on Han’s shoulder as squeaky laughter filled the room.
“Awwww so cute!” Han sang out. Not too long after while Han kept up with his attack, IN had joined and started tickling his neck. Seungmin tried scrunching up his shoulders but Changbin had a death grip on his arms so he was hardly able to move, only able to laugh at the sensations on his neck and pits. Changbin on occasion would hold onto Seungmin with one hand and sneak in a few wiggles to his sides or scratch at his ribs, causing Seungmin to jolt every few minutes while Han kept his attack consistent. Last but certainly not least, Lee Know. It didn’t take long for Seungmin to realize everyone was tickling him simply because Chan and Changbin were, but Lee Know was extremely skilled and he knew he wasn’t going to last long.
“My turn!” Lee Know sang happily as he switched places with Han. Seungmin shook his head with the biggest smile on his face. Poor thing couldn’t stop giggling.
“Nononohohoho you’re bahahahad,” Seungmin giggled when Lee Know kneeled before him.
“You ready, Minnie?” Lee Know asked with the sweetest but most devious smile. Seungmin kept giggling out of nervousness.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Lee Know said right before quickly sticking his hands up Seungmin’s shirt and latching onto his top ribs, eliciting a scream from Seungmin.
“LEE KNOW HYUNHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” the poor boy screeched and bucked as much as he could but Changbin held him down. Lee Know was laughing along with him as his fingers drilled in between his top rib and armpit, easily tiring out Seungmin.
“YOURE SO BAHAHAHAHAHAD *hic* HYUNHIEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE *hic* IT TICKLES TO MUHUHUHUHCH *hic* I CAHAHAHAHANT *hic* OKAYAHAHAHAHAHA OKAY OKAY UNCLE UNCLE UNCLE” screeched Seungmin before he completely stopped fighting it, letting his body go limp and laughing his ass off. Lee Know was no monster so he slowed down his tickles and rubbed his hand over Seungmin’s bare tummy, attempting to rid the ghost tickles that were probably lingering. Changbin let go of his arms that fell to his sides, sleepy giggles leaving his lips.
“that was the cutest shit ever,” Lee Know said patting Seungmin’s hair. Seungmin fell forward and wrapped his arms around Lee Know who was still sitting on his legs.
“tired..” Seungmin mumbled. Lee Know chuckled and wrapped his arms around his sleepy dongsaeng.
“yeah I think that’s our cue to hit the hay, we’ve had a long day, yeah?” Bang Chan said as he went to grab his shoes. Seungmin made a noise of protest and quietly asked everyone to stay. this kid was too fucking cute.
“okay Minnie we’ll go change first then we’ll come back okay?” Bang Chan said walking up to the three on the couch, planting a kiss on Minnie’s head.
“Bin, do you want me to grab you clothes?” Bang Chan asked as Han and Hyunjin went to put their shoes on. The rapper seemed to be preoccupied with a sleepy pup on his lap.
“yes please, thanks Hyung,” he said scratching his fingers up and down Seungmin’s back in a soothing manner. It didn’t take long for the guys to grab their clothes, because less than an hour later everyone was in an old fashioned SKZ pile in the middle of the living room, basking in the warmth of each other.
Let me know if you like it! my DMs are always open if you have requests!
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senseless-writing · 2 years
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A Not-So-Happy Accident
Pairing: Austin Butler x reader
Summary: Austin gets hurt doing something stupid on set, and Y/n is not happy about it. 
Warnings: Talk of blood, cuts, and stitches. Nothing too graphic
A/N: This is based on an interview where Baz, Olivia, and Austin (and possibly Tom Hanks) talk about a time on set where Austin cut his face on a guitar. Of course, I can’t find the interview now, but I swear to god it was real. If anyone finds it, please tag me so I know I’m not going crazy!
If you would like to be added to any of my tag lists (I’ve got a general tag list, along with specifics ones for each fandom I’ve written for thus far), plz leave a comment or ask and let me know which one!
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The first words out of Austin’s mouth after realizing he’d cut his face open on set was “Nobody tell Y/n!” 
Which, of course, made everyone laugh. Up until that point, the room was practically frozen with anxiety, each and every person shushing to a respectful yet uncomfortable silence at the prospect of their star being down for the count. Their minds were put at ease to hear him cracking jokes. 
But Austin wasn’t joking. Not in the slightest. 
Y/n always worried that Austin gave too much of himself to his craft. The mental changes were hard enough, but physical changes scared her. Perhaps it was because she wasn’t an actor, and would therefore never truly understand the lengths to which were necessary in this sort of portrayal. But she sometimes felt like a mother scolding her child for falling down after being told not to run. 
And Austin didn’t just want to run. He wanted to fly. Which only made things worse. 
But he promised his girlfriend to always be careful on set. Not just with his body, but also his mind, soul, and heart. 
“We’re not even doing any stunts, baby. It’s the safest set I’ve ever been on.” 
In hindsight, the words felt pretty stupid now. 
The sting of ice pressed against his right temple was nothing in comparison to the sudden fear he felt over how he was going to tell Y/n. The paramedic holding the bag to Austin’s face had the same look of fear in his eyes, as if he was slightly shocked to be doing what he was doing. In most cases, these sort of professionals were just a precaution. Nobody actually expected to use them. 
The man directed his gaze towards Baz, who stood behind Austin’s chair with a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It’s a clean cut, that’s for sure. Definitely going to need a stitch or two.” 
Austin scoffed in disbelief. “I didn’t even feel it.”
“We know,” Baz said with half a laugh. “You went through the entire rest of the concert without noticing blood running down your face.” 
Austin could feel it now, though. He was just glad nothing got on the costume. “How long will it take to get the stitches out?” 
“No more than five days. Eyebrow scars, in particular, heal quite nicely. You won’t even see it after a little bit.” 
At least filming won’t be thrown off too much, Austin thought bitterly. No one was very keen on delaying the movie any farther, not after covid stopped everything for so long. Again, the actor was filled with a sense of dread. 
The feeling almost immediately doubled, however, when Austin noticed Baz’s personal assistant was missing from the director's side. 
“Baz?” he turned his head to look at the man still standing slightly over his shoulder. He spoke slowly, as if already knowing the answer but not yet ready to hear it. “Where’s Rachel?” 
At least Baz had the sense to look guilty. Immediately, Austin’s mind wandered to where Y/n sat, happily awaiting his return to his trailer across the lot. 
“You didn’t-” 
“Austin Robert Butler!”
“Oh, dear god,” he mumbled to himself, though he knew there was no point in begging. No deity could help him now. That’s what he got for finding himself one firecracker of a woman. 
She stomped over with the force of a thousand horses, and everyone parted like the red sea to let her through. It was suddenly abundantly clear to everyone on set why he hadn’t wanted to tell her about his accident. They all averted their eyes from the absolute scolding that Austin was about to receive. 
“Hi, honey,” he mumbled just as she reached his chair. The medic switched from holding ice to gauze on Austin’s angry cut, and he, too, pretended not to hear the conversation taking place. 
“Don’t you ‘hi, honey’ me! Not after you just cracked your goddamn head open!” 
“It’s a scratch-”
She pointed a finger towards him at once, swiftly silencing any poor rebuttal he thought he had. “Don’t interrupt me!” Y/n warned, and Austin’s lips clamped shut. “My honest assumption is that you cracked your head open, and you must have some serious brain damage. ‘Cuz why else would you be acting this stupid? ‘Nobody tell Y/n!’ Seriously, Austin!” 
Austin spun around, despite the medic’s protest, to stare at Rachel accusingly. “You told her that?” 
Y/n smacked him on the shoulder, and Austin’s eyes snapped back to hers with a shout of protest. “Don’t you yell at her! At least someone around here tells me something.” 
“I didn’t want you to worry, baby,” he reached out to rest one hand on her waist, which she allowed. It was a start, at least, in Austin’s eyes. 
Y/n was clearly still upset. Her arms were crossed, hands clenched in fists, and her whole body was stiff as a board. “I have a right to worry! You should thank Baz for sending Rachel to tell me, or we’d be having a completely different conversation right now.” 
Austin didn’t want to think about how that conversation would go. He could still feel the weight of Baz’s hand on his shoulder, and was suddenly immensely grateful for it. 
The older man patted his back with a gentle smile. “I’ll be right back, okay you two? I’m going to arrange for a car to take you to the hospital for some stitches. Better to do them there, right doc?” 
The medic nodded, examining the cut again. “Agreed.” 
Y/n shifted awkwardly on her feet as she watched him walk away, her fiery eyes wandering to the medic. The poor soul seemed to notice, and after a moment's thought, motioned for Austin to take the gauze he was holding. “Here, you take this. Keep the pressure, okay? I should probably help Baz make a few calls.” 
Y/n stepped forward before Austin could speak. “I’ve got it.” 
She slipped herself closer into her boyfriend's hold, pressing the gauze with gentle fingers despite the firm pressure. Austin spread his legs a little to make room for her, and settled both hands comfortably on her hips once the medic turned to walk away. 
Austin couldn’t help it. He knew Y/n was upset with him, and yet his heart still raced at the feeling of her so close to him like this. 
“What happened?” she asked after a breath.
He gave her hips a gentle squeeze. “We were doing another concert performance, like I told you. Filming for the ‘Burning Love’ montage.” 
Y/n nodded along. 
“And we decided it was time to switch into another costume, which was fine. But I’ve never worn this jumpsuit before, beyond trying it on. I guess I’m not used to how it feels yet. Anyways, it came to the part of the song where I do the guitar toss, and the strap got stuck on my cape. So I had to tilt the guitar as I was throwing it to get it unstuck, and when I did, I caught myself on the face.” 
While he spoke, Y/n used her other head to cup his face, turning it to properly examine the injury with her own eyes. Austin let her, mostly because he thought she looked really cute when focusing so intently. 
When Y/n was satisfied with her examination, her eyes met him again with a sigh. “I’m mad at you, you know,” she said very matter-of-factly. 
Austin nodded with a soft smile. “I know.” 
“You promised me you’d be careful. And not telling me when you’re hurt, Austin? Seriously?” 
“I was always going to tell you, baby. Maybe just…when everything was more under control.” 
“You mean you were gonna put a band-aid over it and call it a day?” 
His smile turned sheepish. “Probably.” 
“Mhm,” Y/n mumbled, because she knew her boyfriend better than anyone else. She knew what he was thinking, even when he didn’t want her to. Perhaps that’s what made her so angry. 
Austin fought the urge to purr like a cat when her hand found his hair, running it through her fingers and brushing it off his forehead. “Does it hurt?” Y/n asked him in a tone that told him she was on the road to forgetting her anger for now. 
“No,” he lied. It hurt a bit, though he thought he’d worried her enough for one night. 
She leaned into his tightening grip. “The stitches will hurt.” 
“Maybe,” he agreed, moving awkwardly to press a loving kiss to her cheek. Sometimes, Austin felt stupid for loving this girl as much as he did. 
Y/n giggled at the feeling while struggling to hold the gauze on his forehead, and he felt the vibrations through his lips. “I bet I could kiss it better.” 
His whole face lit up at the thought, which only made her laugh again. “Oh, you definitely could. I think that’s exactly what I need.” 
Her fingers gripped his chin lightly, pointing it down so she could reach his forehead, where she then placed a quick peck to just above the offending cut. Austin pouted up at her, tapping his lips.
“It hurts a little here, too.” 
“I’m sure it does,” Y/n hummed sarcastically, though she still pressed a small kiss to his awaiting lips. Too quick, if you asked Austin. 
“I feel better already,” he assured her. “I think I’m gonna need a few more of those throughout the night, though. You know, to speed up the healing process.” 
Y/n gave him a knowing smirk with loving eyes. “I’m at your service.” 
A true level of seriousness settled behind his next words. “And I’ll try to be more careful from now on, okay? I promise.” 
“I’ve heard those words before.” 
“I meant them then,” he nodded. “And I mean them now. Accidents happen, baby.” 
Her eyes faltered, as if suddenly feeling guilty, which wasn’t at all what Austin was aiming for. “I know.” 
He was quick to continue. “But you’re right. I need to be smarter about things. No more doing scary stuff in costumes I’ve never worn, okay? Or anything else in the same category of stupid.” 
That made her laugh, which Austin considered to be a success. “That sounds like a better deal.” 
Austin couldn’t even feel the pain in his temple. He didn’t notice the scratch of the gauze, the burn of the cut being exposed to air, or the sting from anti-infection spray that the medic put on earlier. All of it paled in comparison to the love he felt from Y/n.
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graciegoeskrazy · 2 months
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a change of heart
george daniel + charli xcx + daughter/stepdaughter!reader
warnings: men lol, breaking up, cheating, language, short n sweet!, das it i think???
a/n: alrightttttt. another part (but not quite part 2) to the ‘do u think i have forgotten’ universe. k love u byeeeeee.
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y/n | are u both home?
mumsie | i am. george is on his way.
y/n | are u guys going out tnt?
mumsie | we were thinking about it? not sure yet.
y/n | can you not?
mumsie | sure ofc. are you okay?
george | do you not want me to come over?
y/n | no it’s not that. i need you both there plz.
george | ok im almost there. u alright?
mumsie | baby what’s going on?
y/n | lucas cheated on me.
george | what?
mumsie | you’re kidding.
y/n | no. we broke up.
mumsie | where are you?
y/n | on the bus. almost home.
george | I’m pulling up.
As soon as the door opened, Your mom and George were on their feet, walking toward the door. Their eyes found you while you were locking the door. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were littered with tear stains. You faced them and continued to silently sob.
“Oh, honey,” Charli said. She and George both reached out their arms for you. They pulled you into the tightest hug as more tears fell and you sobbed. They both exchanged worried glances, realizing they were in for much much more than they had originally thought. “C'mon. Let’s go sit down.” She said.
They brought you to the couch. You sat down in between the pair and immediately continued crying into George’s chest. Charli pulled your legs onto her lap so now you were laid out on both of them.
Once your cries started to turn quiet, Charli spoke. “What happened?”
You pulled your phone out of your back pocket and pulled up a photo, showing it to the two of them. “My friends sent me this.”
The couple leaned in. George especially was in disbelief. “Oh my god.” He said.
“Is that Kyla?!” Your mom asked, slightly yelling.
“Yeah.” You said.
George looked down at you. “Who’s Kyla?” He asked, moving a piece of hair behind your ear, coaxing you to come out.
“My friend. Or at least used to be.” You said.
“Bloody hell.”
Charli looked away from the phone. “Did you talk to him?”
“Yeah. Both of them.”
“What happened?”
You sighed, “He said nothing, she said ‘I’m so sorry’ and I said ‘Go fuck yourself.’”
George kissed your forehead and pulled you closer. “That’s my girl.”
You continued. “Everyone saw. It was equally awesome and embarrassing.”
Your mom leaned in to wipe your fallen tears. “It’s okay. They just saw how much of a badass you are.”
You sighed “I hate men.”
The two chuckled. “I hate them and their stupid pretty faces.”
“You think I’m pretty?” George said, smiling.
“Fuck off.” You smacked him lightly.
“No, you’re right. We’re idiots.” George said.
Charli gestured for you to sit up. “Lucas isn’t a man. He’s a skinny white boy who hasn’t even fully gone through puberty yet, while you are a smart, stunning, amazing young lady, and he’s an idiot who just lost the best thing he’s ever had. You don’t need him.”
Look looked down somberly.
Your mom continued. “Wipe those tears. We’re gonna have a fun night. Do you wanna go shopping? We can get you an outfit for tomorrow. Your take on the Lady Di revenge dress!”
You shrugged. “I guess.”
“Yeah? We can force George to come and laugh at how uncomfortable and annoyed he looks. He’ll be our bag holder.”
Usually, a joke like that made you laugh, but they definitely noticed when you didn't even smile. “What, my love?”
You continued to cry again. “I really liked him, guys.”
George pulled you back into a hug and Charli fought the urge to cry herself. “Sweet girl…” George said.
Your mom patted your leg and sat up, heading towards the door. “C’mon. We’re going to the mall.”
The ride was quiet. George handed you the aux cord telling you to play whatever you wanted, but you said you didn't care. That was a definite sign to them that you were heartbroken. He shrugged and just put on Taylor Swift and you scolded him when he was about to play a non-Taylor’s Version.
While at the mall, your mom and you grabbed a few things to try on while George, as promised, held and wore the bags. While they were waiting for you to come out of the dressing room for a so-called fashion show, Charli noticed George’s expression.
“You alright?” She questioned
“Mhm.” He sighed.
“You sure? You have your thinking face on.”
“I thought you said it was sexy?” He asked jokingly.
“Very much so.” She said, in a joking seductive tone.
She patted his thigh and looked at him. “What’s going on?” She asked worriedly.
“Nothing, just…teenagers are fucking brutal.”
By the end of the trip, you were exhausted. You ran outside and headed to the car, ready to pass out and go home. Meanwhile, your parents took their time getting to the car, George, carrying all the shopping bags and both their purses.
“Thank you,” Charli said.
“No need, I look fabulous with a Coach bag.”
She laughed, then continued. “No, for being here. For being here for her.”
George just shrugged. “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”
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gojonanami · 23 days
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Hey Sab! I was so happy when I saw your ask about Dentist Gojo 😊 The ideas are so cute, and (because I'm a dental student and struggling to focus and study for boards rn and trying to take any excuse possible to procrastinate more hahahaha plz kill me) it started to make me think about Fresh Dental Grad Reader and patient Satoru <3
NewDentist! Reader who is fresh out of school and just moved to a new town to start her career, and on her first day, the hygienist is sick and so reader, as the newbie at the large office, has to do cover for the hygienist.
NewDentist! Reader whose first patient that she sees is Satoru Gojo, who is super gorgeous and attractive, and she can't help the blush that creeps up her face. She gotta quickly put on a mask to cover it and hope he didn't notice! (But he totally did and thinks she's cute too) NewDentist! Reader who takes him to the back of the office to take a panoramic, and notices that he's super tall when his long strides easily keep up with hers. And she has to make the panoramic machine go up to its maximum height for Satoru, who jokes "Sorry, my legs are too long :P ". (and she wonders if something else of his is long too, and then shakes her head and mentally scolds herself for having such an innappropriate thought) NewDentist! Reader who explains to him that his regular hygienist is sick, so she will be doing the cleaning for him instead. And he says "well, if my cleanings are always done by such a pretty girl, I'd like to come much more often." and she wonders if he's flirting with her.
NewDentist! Reader, who starts the cleaning, and his tongue is in the way. She tries to gently push his tongue away using her mouth mirror, but it pushes back against her. Without thinking, she says "Your tongue is quite strong. It keeps coming up to play with me here," and only after those words come out, she realizes it might have sounded dirty. She says "sorry, that came out wrong," and thanks the mask for covering her blushing face. NewDentist! Reader who is having some difficulty with cleaning his very back molar, so she leans down to try to see better, and she's so focused that she doesn't notice that her boobs are now pressing against his forehead. Not that Satoru minds. He rather enjoys it. In fact, that night, he thinks about how, if he had leaned his head a little bit more, he would have been able to suck them into his mouth.
NewDentist! Reader, who is still new to town and is shopping for furniature, and bumps into Satoru at the mall just by luck, and he shows her around town and helps her out by carrying her heavy furniature back to her new place and helping her build it. and Reader starts feeling conflicted. She wonders if it is ethical to enjoy spending time with him so much, because he is her patient, after all.
NewDentist! Reader, who is surprised when she sees Satoru again in the office the next week. His charts say his chief complaint is "Tooth ache", but when she has him sit down in the chair and does the exams to test for pain, she doesn't find anything significant. She asks "What causes the pain? Do you know when you feel the pain?" and he says "Only when you're not with me." and she says "Mr Gojo- " and he interrupts "Call me Satoru". and Reader blushes and sends him home right away. She tells herself that she doesn't want to cross that professional boundary with him! But that night, she ends up having a wet dream about him.
Patient! Satoru who came to the office again the next week for "tooth pain" again just for an excuse to see her, is surprised when the one doing his exam this time is an old man dentist, who explained to him that reader called in sick today. And Satoru says "I change my mind. I don't have pain anymore. I don't need an exam today" and leaves the office right away to check up on her and deliver chicken noodle soup for her. He knocks on her door and finds her all healthy at home, and she admits that she called in sick today because she was trying to avoid him. He asks her why, and she says "Because I find you super hot and I have feelings for you, and that's unethical because you're my patient!" and he just laughs and says "Then the solution is simple. I'll just transfer to another dental clinic. That way, I'm not your patient anymore!" and reader blinks. What a simple solution. and he tilts her chin up and says "I also find you very attractive, and your smile is very beautiful." and she laughs in relief and jokes "Hey, I should be the one telling you that" and they kiss!
The end!
Anyways, this is what happens when I'm procrastinating. heh. hope you enjoy!
omg I love this 💕😭 why do I want to write it both ways now? I love this (also coming from a dental student, very accurate)
imagine they are both dentists and end up going to each other’s practices 😂🥹
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alrightiam · 10 months
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Sooo… ep 2 was so epic! It wasn’t as scary when I was watching it but now that I think back I’m actually really disturbed. Like, Niki’s death was the most disturbing while I was watching (also her screams in the background she did so greattt!), but if you remove the ‘comedic filter’ Showfall Media put over the other deaths they’re actually way more horrifying to me. Vinny (and ‘the spirit’ slime from ep 1) gets crushed by an anvil, which looked funny but imagine brains just spat on the ground… yuck. Ethan gets brutally crushed. And Austin and Sneeg get too. It’s also scary Ranboo doesn’t react to anything and Sneeg doesn’t either. Ethan was pretty happy (so probably brainwashed) but Austin and Niki weren’t that much.
Thinking back to the moment reality broke trough during Charlie’s “surgery” we realized the slime is actually blood. Which makes ep 1 actually r-really gory and I’m scared eep-. It also makes me think, was Charlie screaming the whole time but no one could hear? Or was he also under the influence of the ‘filter’ too and he really was making jokes and stuff?? (I hope the 2nd one plz the 2nd one T_T)
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I actually really can’t handle blood so I’m actually getting nauseous just thinking about it akskdk. They do a really good job making it so gory without actually showing the gore.
Oh that reminds me of that game with the happy pills. We Happy Few. I remember watching a letsplay of Jacksepticeye I think back in the day lol. In that game is a pill that makes you only see happy things but everything is secretly really gory. There it’s (sorta) their own choice tho, whereas in generation loss they’re getting mind controlled by Showfall…
Also, I think whoever controls squiggles is maybe responsible for Sneeg getting caught so fast. He was the only one aware even before the glitches started… and ofc also during them. The others were just confused. The spirit from ep 1 and the puzzler from this ep are also just pawns then.
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Anyway, ending with a happier(?) note: OUR HERO IS FREEEE WOOO
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hongjoongscafe · 2 years
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The Lord of Demons
Drabble part 1 (part 2)
Pairing: demon!san×reader
Genre: fluff, smut.
Summary: when the demon appears out of nowhere.
Warnings: BDSM, choking, spanking with a wooden paddle, manhandling, blow job, sixty-nine, pussy sniffing, aftercare. Lemme know if there is anything else. And if warnings are not clear enough, this is an 18+ work. Mdni.
Word count: 3k+
Note: @nanibecute thank you for this idea. Had to pen this down. And sorry for the bad smut, still practicing😭 but thank you for fitting this scene in my head. 💓💓💓
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*DO NOT REPOST, PLZ*
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Your sweet sleep was being disturbed by something. But it was quiet. You tossed and turned in the bed, whining. Getting on your stomach, you threw your blanket over your head. The ticking of the clock and that unsettling feeling, like someone is watching ruined your sleep. 
"Ugh, I don't think I will be able to keep my eyes open in tomorrow's lecture. This is so irritating!" You turned on your back and removed the blanket from your head and looked at the red numbers on the wall showing 2:00 AM we're staring at you. 
But something else caught your eye. 
On the left side of your bed, on the edge, you could see the silhouette of a figure through the moonlight coming from the window behind the figure. Its bright red eyes were drilling holes in your head. The thin curtains were waving around him and a cat with golden eyes was sitting on the window sill. 
Your body got paralyzed. It was hard for your brain to comprehend. So you slowly backed away. The red eyes were following your every move. As you reached the end of the bed, you finally let out a voice. 
"W-who a-a-are you? Ho-how did y-you g-g-get in?" The thing moved from its place and came forward… right in front of you. His face was just a few centimeters away. 
You felt his right hand moving and going past you. He turned on the light. Then you were able to see his face. And oh boy was he handsome. His cat eyes, thin lips, sharp jawline, and structural nose were all so perfect. He had a black mullet cut with purple at the back. 
'Did God themselves carved him this fine?' Your mind was filled with thoughts. 
"Oh, you think that God would make The Lord of Demons?" His honey-like voice said. 
'Fuck, he is so captive- wait… demon!?' 
"What d-do you mean?" 'Get a grip y/n! And why fuck can't I move!?'
"Well, pretty lady, God won't make The Lord of Demons now will they?" He said. 
"Wait- you can read my mind?" You realized.
"Pretty much, babe," his hand caressed the side of your face. Oh, they were so warm and soft. 
"Do you think it's a joke!? How did you get in? You should leave before I call the cops on you!" You raised your voice. 
"Sweety, you won't be doing that," he chuckled. "And how rude of me for not introducing myself… I am San," his face came closer, "and right now, I'm willing to take you with me."
"Where? I'm not going anywhere with you. Are you crazy or something!?" You tried to get away but couldn't. 
"My dear, you will know. But for now, let's go. Let's not be late, I have some errands to run later on," the red-eyed man got up and stretched. He snapped his fingers and you were in his arms in the bridal style. 
You gasped and clutched onto him tightly, confused about how you ended up in his arms with just a snap of his fingers. 
"Close your eyes and hold me tight. It will only take a second. And don't worry, I'll bring you back," he whispered and stood on the window sill. You did as he said. You felt his cat sitting on your stomach when you finally felt the strong gust of wind. "Alright, you can open your eyes," San said as he gently dropped you back at your feet. 
Your mouth gaped when your eyes took in the new surroundings. It was a gigantic house that looked like a thousand years old. It was dark brown with light brown details. You even noticed some red, lava-type, strips here and there. It all looked so wonderful and exotic. Something you would say is a dark academia aesthetic. 
San started moving inside. You jogged to follow him up, still terrified of him. The cat was putting and jumped in your arms, and you held him close. The inside of the house was extravagant. It reminded you of the house in The Vampire Diaries but was even more luxurious. 
You stood there in the middle, taking in the house. The cat jumped down and sat on the couch, snuggling to the cushion. "Now hurry up you human. We don't have all day. As I said, I have some errands to run."
San climbed up the stairs with you tailing behind, he opened up a door. It led to a large room. It almost felt like a ballroom but with lower ceilings. It had so many things, leather was the dominating one. The chains were dangling through the ceiling and walls. There were some handcuffs attached to the bed that was neatly made in the middle of the room. A bathtub was there at the corner too. Different types of chairs, if you sit in them, they would probably make your position a compromising one. 
"W-what is this?" You asked in a tiny voice. 
San scoffed, "your human brain really thinks that questioning about this would change what it is? Well, sorry to break it up to you but this is where the fun lies," he moved closer to you while undoing the button of his shirt, "this is my playroom." 
As San removed his shirt, his well-built body was all out for you to appreciate. His broad chest and abs were worth drooling for. His biceps looked so killing, that you wouldn't mind suffocating between them. 
"Oh, you so are a wild one," San read your mind, "good thing… I like it rough," he smirked smugly and held your arm and dragged you to the bed and threw you on it. 
"No, wait-" you stopped him. "I-I don't want to."
"Baby, I'm not gonna do anything If you don't want… but you will regret missing this cock. I'll give you the best night," his eyes were manipulative. 
Your mind went around his words. It's been a while since you had a nice dick in you. Would it be so bad to have one now? He is a demon, definitely fucks good. 
With that thought in your mind, you nodded. But he raised his eyebrow with a smirk-
"Yes, I want this."
San moved closer to you. His right hand touched your ankle and caressed your skin, moving upwards. His free hand played with the hem of your shirt, as he moved his hand underneath it and caressed the warm skin of your sides. He got on the bed and sat in front of you on his knees. 
Now both of his hands were holding your shirt and he swiftly removed it from above your head. You gasped as the cool air touched your body. You weren't wearing a bra because you were sleeping before. On instinct, you covered your breasts. 
"Nah, don't cover. Let me see what God carved," he removed your hands away and cupped your boobs, and gently squeezed them. 
San's free hand took a hold of your wrists and held them above, now laying on top of you. The hand on your breast moved above and something rattled. You looked where his hands were and saw enormous chains and leather cuffs hanging at the end. 
San pulled your hands and tied them with the cuffs. He pulled on them to make sure they were a perfect fit. You felt exposed under him.
He cupped your face and came closer. You felt his warm lips on your jaw working towards your lips. As his lips reached them, he feverishly latched onto them. Taking your lower lip in between his teeth, he tugged them pleasantly. 
You felt his warm and wet tongue swiping across your lip, asking permission to enter your mouth. You let out a moan and he grabbed the opportunity to explore inside your mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance, but you soon gave up. 
San's warm hands quickly pulled her pajama shorts down and caressed her legs. And oh, the embarrassment drips over you when you realize you haven't shaved in two days and probably it's been over two weeks since you last shaved your pussy. 
You tried to keep your spiky legs away from his hands. "Don't do that, beautiful. You are not letting me feel you the way your body deserves to be felt," the demon whined. 
"I-I haven't shaved in a while," you sulked. 
"Even better! It's been a while since I last felt them. They are hot if you ask me. Such a turn-on for me," his hoarse voice whispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine. 
"Mmm, yeah?" You whined.
"Hmm, lemme show you, princess," he said and moved down, coming face to face with your covered pussy. There was a big spot of your arousal on the blue cotton panties you were wearing. 
San smirked and buried his nose in your pussy and took a deep sniff taking in your sweet scent and moaned loudly. You were sure that it echoed in the whole house. 
"So fucking sweet. I bet it tastes even sweeter… should I check it?" He looked at your scrunched-up face as you nodded and gave a tiny yes. 
He quickly sat on his knees and tore apart the panties with one hot move. Now you were laying before him all naked. You clutched the sheets under you, feeling too much exposed under his burning eyes. 
"Fuck look at you… I have never seen such a pretty sight. And I have seen plenty of it to be sure…" His face moved closer and gave a light kiss right on your pubic bone. He kissed all around your pussy. His thumbs caressed your folds and parted them. He didn't waste any time licking your dripping hole and sucking your clit. You both moaned like porn stars. 
"So fucking sweet," his hot breath on your pussy felt so good. He latched onto your clit as his fingers found your entrance and eased his index and middle finger into you. 
"F-fuck," you moaned, "give me more!" Your hands battled to get free from the cuffs to hold San's hair in your fist but failed. 
Your moans got louder and louder when his fingers picked up the pace and drilled inside your cunt at an animalistic speed. No one has ever made you feel this good by just fingering and sucking your pussy. 
"More!" You screamed as your climax came closer. 
San stopped his movements altogether after feeling your climax on the edge. He got up and unbuckled his belt and removed his pants along with his boxers. 
You looked at him and instantly felt more arousal flowing out of your pussy. His cock was gigantic. A full twelve inches long and at least five inches wide cock hanging there. Its head was angry red with a pool of precum on top of his slit and veins popping out of its length. His pubic hair was making it even hotter. You wanted to suck him off right there but your hands kept you in your place. 
"Like it?" He smugly asks, already knowing the answer. 
"Love it… how the fuck am I going to fit it in?" You asked with a horrified expression. 
"I will make it fit, my love. Just relax for me and take what I give," San whispered and pulled out a bottle of lube just to be safe. 
He squirted a good amount of lube in his hand and on his cock. Then he squirted a bit on your pussy too. He stroked his hard cock, smearing the lube all over it, and sat back in between your open legs. He rubbed the head of his cock on your folds and slowly eased his head into your pussy. 
"So big," you moaned loudly as he grunted, "so fucking tight."
You felt full already, wondering how you are gonna fit it all in when you just feel so full from only his head. 
"Breath, it will fit," he grunted after reading your thoughts. You did as he said. 
San slowly bottomed out. He looked at your already fucked up face, eyes rolling at the back of your head. He looked down and moaned. 
You looked at him and followed his eyes that were focusing on your belly and then you moaned loudly. There was a huge bulge in your belly. You could see the details of his head there. 
"Fuck you are so fucking big," you moaned. 
"This is so hot, baby," he grunted and pressed the bulge down causing you two to moan louder. 
"Move, please," he slowly moved, and your back arched. 
San picked up his pace with each thrust. He kept his hand pressed against the bulge, feeling it move up and down. His free hand curved around your neck and squeezed just enough. The sound of skin slapping was getting louder and louder along with your screams. 
"Sanie! H-harder!" He followed your command and rammed harder into you. He was going at an animalistic speed by now. His nerves from the neck and arms were showing up and oh he looked so hot. 
The Lord of Demons, indeed. 
It didn't take much time for you to reach your climax. Your walls clenched around his length. It made it harder for him to move. But then you let the knot in your stomach go wild, squirting and cumming on his cock violently.
Your fragile body trembled and twitched. You have never squirted before and this sensation made you feel so light and hot. But—
"I never gave you the permission to cum," San stopped and removed himself from you. You whined at the empty feeling. "You will be served with punishment," San said in the sweetest voice. 
You couldn't comprehend what he was saying, too busy processing your orgasm. Then you felt your hands being free from the cuffs as you tried to bring them closer but San held them and made you sit. You looked at him through your hooded eyes. 
"First, punishment," he went away and opened a drawer and picked a wooden paddle. He then sat at the edge of the bed and held your hair harshly and bent you over his legs, his still hard cock pressed against your stomach. "Now be a good girl and count."
San swung the paddle and hit it across your butt cheeks almost immediately. 
"One," you choked out as he left another hit again and again. 
"You are not cumming without my permission ever again, do you understand?" He swatted the paddle. 
"Tw-twent-ty fi-five… y-y-yes," you cried. 
San dropped the paddle and looked at her ass. It was all bruised, red, and purple. He was sure that you won't be able to sit for at least a week or two. 
He gently moved you and made you lay down on your stomach as he got behind you. He lowered his body and kissed your butt cheeks and caressed them with love. He never did this after punishing his past fucks. This time he wanted to make sure that you were okay. 
"Y-you d-didn't cum," you pointed out.
"Don't worry about it," San kept on caressing and kissing your bruises. 
"Can I suck you?" You asked while getting on your knees, "I want to do it," he couldn't resist your puppy eyes and gave in. 
You sat on the bed waiting for him to guide you. He held your arm and guided you out of the bed and made you kneel on the floor. He stroked his hard cock.
"You are such a good girl for me…" he moaned when you took him in your tiny hands and gave him a lick at the slit. 
He held your hair away from your face as you took his cock head in your mouth slowly, looking at him through the lashes. You could only take half of him. You tried to cover the rest of the length with your hands. 
You bobbed your head, picking up a pace. His cock was hitting the very back of your throat where no cock ever reached. You gagged a little while taking him. 
San moaned and couldn't hold himself back. He quickly picked you up and threw you on the bed and got on top of you. His face was facing towards your legs. He guided his cock back into your mouth and choked your neck with his other hand. He started fucking your throat. He saw and felt his length moving in your throat with each thrust. He removed his hands from your neck and bent down.
He opened your thighs apart and sucked on your sensitive bud. His movements made you moan around his lengthy cock. He was grunting around your pussy. 
You felt your second orgasm coming. You tapped on his thighs to tell him. "Leggo," he grunted on your pussy as you let go. He licked you through your orgasm. 
Not so long after, San felt his climax nearing. He fucked your throat harshly and let himself cum down your throat. Being the demon he is, he came much more than the average human. 
San finally got up and looked at your fucked up face. His cum was running down from the corner of your mouth and your cheeks were tear-stained. 
"Was I that harsh?" San asked as he picked you up and took you to the bathtub at the corner. He made you sit on the stool nearby. 
You chuckled like a crazy woman, "I think you might have broken me," he looked at you and smiled. 
"Yeah? Then I'll fix you up," he gestured for you to get in the hot tub that he instantly filled and dropped a lavender-scented bath bomb in it, "get in."
You stepped into the tub and sat back, letting your muscles relax, you sighed happily. You hear soft jazz music in the background that San just played. He came closer and got in the tub behind you. He made you relax against his chest, your head on his shoulder. His soft hands were caressing your sore muscles carefully. 
"My butt is hurting," you chuckled. 
"I'm sorry for hurting you, my love," San kissed your shoulder.
"Hmm, it was nice. I won't mind if you do it again," you looked up at him, "being fucked by a demon cock is better than anything."
San chuckled, "Maybe when your little butt is healed, we can do it again… for now, relax," with that you closed your eyes and snuggled against his chest as he pulled you closer. 
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Stitches and Swimming (Steve Harrington x F!Plus! Reader)
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↠𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: When You and Steve reconnect, you realize you have a lot to learn about each other.
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Needle & Thread
In the weeks since your first date with Steve Harrington, you realized there were a lot of things you didn’t know about him. The innocent crush you’d had on him in freshman year hadn’t ever gotten past the ‘staring longingly’ phase, and now that you were seeing him regularly, you were learning all of the little things you had wanted to know back then. You’d made a list in your head of the ones you expected the least, and found yourself adding to it pretty often.
One, Steve was a certified lifeguard.
You’d been on your third date, headed home for the evening when he pointed to the public swimming pool, empty in the dark, and like he couldn’t possibly contain himself, exclaimed “Did you know I’m a lifeguard?”
“Yeah?” you had been dozing, lazily staring out the window and listening to the tape he was playing, but his excitement stirred you, and you played along, sitting up and glancing at the pool as you drove past like somehow you’d be able to see him on the guard tower.
“Since 1983, baby. Certified and everything.” He was immensely proud of that fact, if the huge grin on his face was anything to go by, and you couldn’t help but laugh. The idea of Steve taking so much pride in something so small was absolutely adorable.
“Was it for the bikinis or the mouth to mouth resuscitation?” He looked away from the road just for a second to glance at you, his silhouette lit blue by the dashboard, his proud smile turning smug.
“Both. Hey, you wanna come swim in my pool later?” He was only half-joking, and you both knew it, but you rolled your eyes at him anyway, sinking into your seat with a low groan.
“That’s your master plan? Hope I drown in your pool?”
“Almost drown, Sweetheart. I’m gonna save you, obviously.”
“My hero.” he laughed at your monotone, grabbing your hand and messily interlocking your fingers.
“You can count on it.”
Two, He was an amazing babysitter.
You’d been half right when you’d assumed that Dustin, the teenager he was constantly driving around and hanging out with was probably his best friend. The other half that you hadn’t expected was the entire group of smart-ass 13 year olds that Steve led around like a mother hen, Dustin included. You hadn’t even directly met them yet, but their effect on Steve was immediately noticeable.
It was sweet, seeing how much he cared while trying so hard to pretend he didn’t; driving them around, keeping them safe and watching out for them. You told him as much one afternoon over the phone, after he dejectedly told you he and their party-really, it was more like they just needed adult supervision- already had plans after his shift, and he wouldn’t be able to see you.
“You should apply for Dad of the Year, Harrington. I think you’ve got a real shot.”
He snorted derisively. “If not now, I’ve got a hell of a lot of practice for later, right?” his voice dropped an octave, softer now. “I’m sorry. You know I’d cancel, but…”
“No way.” You dismissed him immediately, “Someone has to look out for those kids, right? I’m glad it’s you. Just do me a favor and get them home safe, and you too. Okay?”
“Yeah…Course. You know I will.” You didn’t comment on how his throat sounded closed with emotion, his tone sounding a million miles away, and neither did he. You didn’t know what to say.
And finally, Three. There was something going on in Hawkins, and Steve was involved.
You were finding that one out now, after a late night phone call from Steve had you speeding to his house, lugging your entire sewing kit into your passenger seat. He hadn’t given you too many details and you hadn’t asked, more focused on how broken and tired his voice sounded, and his terrifying questions.
“Sewing is exactly like stitches, right? For wounds?”
“Yeah, I guess…Steve, what’s going on?”
“Can you do me a really big favor, sweetheart?”
That was what led you here, slipping into the Harringtons backyard where Steve told you he would be. Steam was rising off of the heated pool, but he wasn’t in it, the water still and glass-like. You approached slowly, your kit hitting against your leg with every step, anxiety rising, and then you finally saw him.
Steve was sprawled on a pool lounge, eyes closed in picturesque relaxation, though he was covered in dirt and dried blood. There were makeshift bandages around his torso and arms, and the large, dried red stains knocked the air out of you. The lights illuminating the patio made him look pale and corpse-like as you kneeled next to him on the concrete, bearing the sting of hard pebbles in your knees to look up at him. You took one of his hands and he squeezed, telling you he knew you were there, letting you brush your lips feather-light over his split knuckles. He hissed, and the sound snapped a thread supporting your composure.
“Oh, Stevie…” it was more a whimper than anything, your eyes already blurring with unshed tears, and he responded instantly, your heartbroken voice spurring him to action again. He sat up and swung his legs over the lounge with great effort, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding when you could see his eyes again, tired but alert, alive. A tear slipped from the corner of your eye, and he leaned in close, reaching for you.
You let him help haul you onto the lounge next to him, wiping your face clumsily with his dirty hands before tracing his fingers down your neck, your shoulders, slow and gentle. You sniffled.
“Hey. Hey, it’s okay.” Steve soothed his palms up and down your arms. “You should see the other guy.” He smiled, blood staining his teeth, and your stomach churned.
“How can you even joke right now?” You breathed, sadness and worry permeating through every word, and he closed his eyes again, smile dropping.
“Baby…” it was the first time he’d ever called you that in a serious way, but you were too upset to even notice, suddenly angry and desperate and hurt even as you fought to stay calm for him. Your tone betrayed at least some of it when you spoke, and his hands dropped from your shoulders.
“What happened, Steve?” His entire face twisted the moment you asked, eyes squeezing shut tighter and brows furrowing. He looked beautiful even now, if you ignored the harsh lights of the pool; caked in dirt and blood you weren’t sure was all his, his sweaty face tipped up to the stars. It tore your heart, leaving a raw edge.
“Not tonight. Please.” The desperation in his voice melted all of your righteous anger out of you.. “I…I can’t do this tonight. I promise you, soon, I’ll tell you everything. But not now.” His voice broke, and he dragged his hands through his hair, grabbing fistfuls.
Any other time, you would have pushed the issue; Instead, you breathed in deeply through your nose and leaned down, grabbing your sewing kit and setting it on your knees. Steve needed your support, and whatever the hell was going on, you’d give it to him, and anything else he wanted.
“We don’t have any way to knock you out.” you said softly, and you could feel him relax next to you as you dropped the subject. You bit back the acid in your throat.
Not tonight.
“S’okay. I can take it.” he shrugged, glancing to the patio doors behind you. “Let’s go to the kitchen. Cleaner in there.” you nodded, getting off the lounge and offering your hand to Steve. He took it, stumbling slightly as he stood, and your heart seized in worry. You took his arm in your own and helped him inside.
You’d never been to the Harringtons. King Steve’s wild parties weren’t really your scene, and you hadn’t been dating long enough that you’d felt comfortable just hanging out in his house. It was huge and nice, and you eyed the perfectly white countertops with trepidation as you laid out your supplies, Steve laying back on the kitchen island like a makeshift stretcher.
“Are your parents gonna, like, kill you if we get blood everywhere? Maybe we should go to the bathroom.” He wrinkled his nose in distaste and shook his head.
“We’ll clean up, they’re gone so damn much they’ll never notice. And there’s nowhere to lay down in the bathroom. Now patch me up, Doc.” he crossed his arms behind his head, closing his eyes and relaxing again while you got to work cutting the blood soaked wraps off and using a wet cloth to wipe away all the grime you could see. The kitchen was dead silent except for yours and Steve’s breathing, the sound of you scrubbing the cloth into his skin. The more dirt and caked blood you washed away, the more he looked like your Steve, although bone-tired and a little cut up, and you calmed.
He would be okay. You’ll make sure.
When he was as clean as he was going to get, you had him sit up for a second to take off the mud splattered vest he was wearing, tossing it somewhere behind you. You soaked a cotton ball with antiseptic, grabbing it with tweezers before turning back to him, settling between his thighs for a moment. He watched you carefully, studying your expression as you put your free hand on his knee, patting it.
“Lay down.” He didn’t argue, though you could tell he had something on his mind, just stretched out on the island again, groaning softly, and you assessed the real damage.
The gashes you assumed he wanted you to sew up were on his arms and torso, just where the largest amounts of blood had soaked into the bandages. The one on his arm was a relief; you knew you could superglue the cut back together, no sutures needed, and it would heal perfectly. The gashes on his torso were deep and ugly, like some animal had bitten chunks out of his hip, and you knew instantly they’d have to be stitched. They looked better clean, but they were still steadily oozing blood with no sign of stopping. The sight made you a little sick, but you just shook your head lightly and started cleaning the skin around the wounds. Occasionally, Steve would suck in a breath through his teeth, or grunt in discomfort, and you’d stop to coo and run your thumbs gently over his sides, desperate to ease his pain.
“Okay. I think we’re ready.” you took a deep breath, and Steve opened his eyes to watch you wash your hands and pull a box of latex gloves out of your sewing kit, putting on two pairs. His eyes went wide when you pulled the needle and nylon thread out of the bowl you’d been using to soak them in peroxide for the last 20 minutes, figuring that was about as sterile as it was going to get.
Jesus, I hope he doesn’t get an infection and die. I should have just dragged him to the hospital.
“That looks like a fishing line.” He said nervously, and you laughed despite yourself.
“It’s stronger, nylon. I think it’s close to what doctors use…” you trailed off, frowning, “this is really gonna hurt, Steve.” it would have hurt if you’d had all the right tools but no anesthesia, if you had actually been a doctor, even, but this was a total back alley operation here; you’d be lying if you said you weren’t worried about making everything worse.
“I know. I trust you.” His words were weak with emotion, but they hit you hard. “I swear I trust you.” He wasn’t just talking about the stitches anymore, opening his mouth with a rush of air, but you shushed him, putting a finger over his lips to stop him before he started. You’d promised him tonight, away from questions and answers, and you’d meant it.
He’s gonna have a hard enough time as is.
“I know you do.” you said firmly. He fully slumped against the table at your reassurance, shutting his eyes against the lights and the present.
You threaded the needle.
It was early morning by the time you finished.
Steve wasn’t dead, which felt like a rousing success considering you’d just played surgeon on his kitchen counter, but after he was already hurt, you’d pushed him to his absolute limit. Taking the slippery gloves off and washing his blood off of your wrists made you retch into the sink, his moans and screams ringing in your ears. He’d passed out a few times, and you’d cried at least once out of guilt, but it was over.
You turned to face him, pale, soaked in sweat and shaking. You’d brought heavy duty pain meds from your own house, something you’d gotten prescribed for a bad injury months ago; now you were both just waiting for them to kick in. your stomach knotted with regret as he groaned softly, and you reached out, gently threading your fingers through his hair, brushing it away from his damp forehead.
“M’sorry.” you said softly, voice cracking, “You did so good. I’m so sorry.”
He gritted his teeth, shaking his head imperceptibly. “No, you…” he huffed, like he didn’t have enough air to speak, “you…did good. Thank you…Sorry.” you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, pulling back and continuing to smooth his hair away from his face. It didn’t take much longer for the meds to kick in, and you waited until he was pretty out of it to get him up. You knew it would be painful, and you hoped he’d be tired and loose enough that it wouldn’t hurt so much to get to the couch.
There’s no way in hell he’s getting upstairs.
It took longer than you expected, he was heavy and breaks for him to catch his breath or moan in pain were frequent, but eventually he was settled under a thick blanket and sleeping like the dead. As tempted as you were to join him, you got to business wiping his blood off of the counters and floors, disinfecting everything you could and tossing what you couldn’t. You threw the denim vest into the washer, and the kitchen gleamed, no imprint left behind of the screaming man on the counters.
Your eyes burned from crying and exhaustion, but you forced yourself to go outside and wipe down the pool lounge you’d found him on, like scrubbing the blood off of anything he touched would make it all a horrible, confusing dream.
You didn’t sleep until the entire downstairs smelled like bleach. Steve didn’t stir at all the entire time, so you curled up on the loveseat opposite him, watching him and the sunrise with bleary eyes until you couldn’t keep them open anymore.
You woke up only a few hours later, suddenly too nervous to sleep. Steve still hadn’t moved, so you felt safe leaving long enough to go get groceries; you’d checked his fridge while you were cleaning, took one look at the number of frozen meals and leftover takeout, and decided you’d have to cook some real food for him when he woke up.
You sort of felt like a stalker, sneaking into his house from the backyard with a bunch of bags but the huge, empty house creeped you out, and you hoped cooking would fill some of the empty space. Imagining Steve here all the time, alone, made your chest ache.
He slept into the late evening, and you decided to just start on dinner; if he didn’t wake up, you could eat and save him the rest. As soon as you finished cooking, pulling out tupperware to put his portion into, you heard his soft voice drifting from the living room, calling your name. You flipped the burners and ran out of the kitchen.
His eyes were still closed, but his face was pinched, and he was clearly awake. He looked almost normal again, no longer paper-white and trembling in pain. You breathed out softly. “Hi, Stevie.”
“Hi, Angel.” He smiled briefly, but you could hear the strain in his voice, and he still didn’t open his eyes. Anxiously, you wondered if he was worse than before.
“How are you feeling? Need more meds?” He nodded, and you moved to the coffee table, grabbing the pills and bottle of water you’d set there. You pressed a tablet into his hand, and helped him drink down some water, tucking stray hairs behind his ears once he finished. He shifted slightly, letting out a groan, but looking far more relaxed.
“You're pretty good at this. Ever thought about being a nurse?”
“Steve, I’m pretty sure I almost killed you last night. Are you high?”
“No. Well, the pain meds…” he finally opened his eyes, meeting yours above him and giving you a goofy grin. The swelling on his face was already going down, but he was still puffy and bruised. He raised his eyebrows at you, and you rewarded him with a small smile.
“You’re so pretty.” You told him honestly, still running your fingers through his hair. He breathed a laugh through his nose, wincing in pain a second later.
“Wow, you sure know how to treat a guy who just got his ass kicked. Bet I look dead.” He sounded sarcastic, but you could see the warmth in his face. You shook your head, cupping his jaw tenderly in your palms.
“Nope. Just as gorgeous as ever.” He took in a sharp breath, closing his eyes as you kissed him fleetingly on his nose, his jaw, any bruise you could find that didn’t seem too sore, until he tilted his chin at just the right angle and caught your lips with his own. It was chaste, just a quick, sweet peck before he was pulling away with a satisfied grin that made an unexpected heat flare in your stomach. It was the first time he’d kissed you, and it wasn’t great; his lips were chapped, and he tasted like morning breath and the faint memory of blood, but it was Steve, so you chased him, kissing him again before finally pulling away and straightening up. The comfortable silence broke when his stomach growled. You grinned.
“Made you dinner, with real food. I’ll get you a plate.”
“God, you’re my dream girl.” you bit the inside of your cheek and turned your face away, waving off his compliments.
“I’m trying to feel less guilty about stabbing you with a needle.”
“I asked you to.”
“I know. And you owe me. So,” you trailed the tip of your index finger along his jaw, booping his nose and watching the dreamy smile spread slowly over his face while he stared up at you, “I bring you food, and you explain everything. Deal?”
“Deal.”
Measuring Tape
When you took the stitches out two weeks later, Steve told you he had a surprise for you.
You were a little worried, considering everything he had just ‘surprised’ you with recently; kids with superpowers and weird creatures from hell, Russian spies, shit man. It was insane, but you believed him; and you didn’t want anything to do with any super cool new lizard Dustin found.
He promised it had nothing to do with the Upside Down, so you agreed, and that Saturday he drove you up to Lovers Lake. Before you could make fun of him for trying to show you the make out spot he’d ‘invented’ himself as a surprise, he pulled a picnic blanket, a basket, and a small bouquet out of the trunk. You gasped, and you could already see him anticipating your reaction, eyebrows raised and expectant.
“For me?”
“No, for The Queen.” Smiling wide, you surged forward, taking the basket in one arm and the flowers in the other, stretching to kiss his cheek while he wrapped an arm around your waist, leaning down slightly to make it easier.
“You’re such a dork, Harrington.”
“In that case, I’ll just take this back.” He moved to take the basket from you, and you clutched it to your chest protectively, glaring at him and ripping yourself from his arm.
“No! Can’t back out now; I wanna have a picnic, and you said I can always have what I want.” You batted your eyelashes at him innocently, and he choked, face turning red.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Sweetheart.” Looking down at the flowers in your hand and the man in front of you, you couldn’t help but disagree.
I think it’s the other way round.
Steve was a romantic, but he wasn’t a planner. Once you were both settled underneath a large tree, close enough to enjoy the sounds of the lake but hidden deep enough in the trees, you took it upon yourself to unpack the lunch Steve had brought, pulling out a six pack of beer and two sandwiches. You turned to him, one of your hands still in the basket, digging around for anything else.
“Quite the spread you got here.” You laughed, and he scooted closer, joining in. He put his hand into the basket, brushing yours for a second before grabbing two small plastic containers.
“You missed something.” He set them both on the blanket, eyeing you proudly and grabbing a beer. “There we go. Meal fit for a king.”
“Applesauce.” you didn’t have to say anything more.
“Okay, so I’m not the best at this stuff. Sue me.” He didn’t even seem the least bit embarrassed, nudging his knee with yours and taking a swig out of his bottle. Rolling your eyes, you kept searching the bottom of the basket before turning to Steve in confusion.
“Did you pack spoons?” The blank stare he gave you was enough of an answer, and you burst into giggles again, watching as he frustratedly put them away. “S’okay Steve, at least we have sandwiches and beer.”
“The most important food groups.” nodding sagely, he handed you a bottle and clinked it against his own lightly.
“Cheers. To not dying?”
Steve hooked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until you were side by side on the blanket, squishing together. Your mind went haywire, suddenly all too aware of how big you were and just how much of you touched him. How much his fingers sank into your sides. “To my amazing, beautiful personal nurse.”
But you were a million miles away and frozen ridgid next to him, suddenly shattered. Sometimes it was so easy to forget, especially with Steve, but then one tiny thing would take you back, spiraling into a web of shame and self-loathing. The static cleared for a second when he cupped your face, his concerned eyes swimming to the surface of your mind.
“Sweetheart?”
He wasn’t smiling anymore, his lips pursed in worry, scanning your face for a clue. You forced yourself to speak, lead in your chest.
“Do you really think I’m pretty?” You meant it to come out teasingly, but it wasn’t anything more than a choked whisper, and you watched Steve’s expression as his heart broke. It made you feel worse. It melted into determination a second later, and before you could stop him he was gripping one of your thighs and dragging you into his lap while you squealed.
“Steve!” You gasped, and he grinned cheekily, adjusting himself before diving in for a kiss. It was messy and quick, the sudden rush of cold air leaving you light-headed when he pulled back a few inches, pressing his forehead to yours.
“I think…” He hummed, squeezing your thighs before running his palms roughly up your sides, tracing the curves of your torso clumsily in his hurry, “that you’re the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on.” your breath caught, and tears welled up in your eyes even as you shoved him away slightly.
“That’s such a line.”
“Just the truth, honey. Call it like I see it.” Honey. Oh, that was new. The domesticity of it felt good, and already your doubts were receding, just a little. Steve kissed you again, just a soft peck at the corner of your lips before he whispered, “Come swim with me?”
“In the lake?” you fully pulled away, staring at him incredulously. He was dead serious, if his face was anything to go by.
“I mean, we’re here…”
“I didn’t bring a suit.” his honeyed eyes sparkled with mirth and heat, hands still roaming your soft sides while he spoke.
“That’s funny, me neither. I’m sure we could find a really good way around that.” He was eyeing the gauzy white dress you were wearing like he was already imagining it slung over a tree branch.
“I’m pretty sure skinny dipping has an implied meaning…” he stopped his hands cold on your thighs, frowning, and you bit your lip, embarrassed that you had let such a petty comment through; Steve had never made you feel unwanted, far from it, but you couldn’t stop yourself.
“It means skin, and I’d love to see a lot more of yours.” his fingers played with the hem of your dress, dragging against the flesh just underneath, teasing and light. Breath catching and stomach flipping, you chewed on your bottom lip, Steve watching with rapt attention, brown eyes half-lidded and adoring. “C’mon, gorgeous. 10 minutes.”
Steve made it hard to feel self-conscious around him, especially when he was all over you like this, begging for a glimpse under your clothes. But still you shook your head, a smile starting to crack your somber face. He saw it, his own 100 watts bright as he realized it was working.
“I don’t wanna swim naked, Steve. Like, in general. What if someone came up here?” You defended, and he pulled you even closer in his lap, starting to press kisses all over your face.
“They’d get to see the hottest babe in the world having fun?” You laughed again, resistance flooding out of you as he held you even tighter. You were stomach to stomach now, something that probably would have given you heart palpitations in high school, but you took a deep breath and brought your arms around his neck. “Anyone would be lucky to even catch a glimpse, ‘n I get your pretty body all to myself? Feels like I won the jackpot. I’m not joking.”
“I know you’re not.”
When you nuzzled closer, Steve knew he’d won in his own way, even if you didn’t end up going swimming. That didn’t mean he had to stop trying to bribe you, though. He mouthed at your jaw, moving up quickly to nibble on your earlobe, with one finger hooked into the puff sleeve of your dress, dragging it tantalizingly slowly down your shoulder. His lips traced a path from your throat to the skin he’d exposed, and you sighed softly, threading your fingers through his hair and closing your eyes.
“Stevie…”
“Mm, little busy here baby.” His indulgent words were muffled against your skin and you giggled, squirming underneath him. You felt him laugh more than you heard it, pressed so close the deep vibrations of his chest echoed in yours. “You know, I’d have to stop if-”
“Shut up. I’m not going swimming with you.” groaning, he dug his teeth into your shoulder playfully, ripping a sudden gasp from you, eyes fluttering open in shock; Steve whipped his head up to lock gazes with you, an almost predatory grin splitting his face open.
“You like that?” murmuring heatedly, his hands trailed up and down your plush sides, occasionally moving low enough to grab handfuls of your thighs and leaving fire in their wake. How he expected you to respond with his hands all over you, mouth on your throat, you had no idea. Your brain was mush, senses both overwhelmed and desperate for more. Before you could even string two words together his mouth was on yours, more commanding this time, teeth and tongue and desperate breathing; While he had you distracted with his attention, he’d rucked your dress up to the tops of your thighs, lovingly tracing the stretch marks on the back of them.
Steve broke the kiss far earlier than you would have wanted, a little out of breath but still clearly on a mission, and you whined, wrapping your arms a little tighter around his neck to keep him close. With his eyes still closed and forehead now resting on your shoulder, he said, “So is that still a no on the skinny dipping, or…”
“You know, Lovers Lake is probably so gross. Imagine how many condoms and used needles are in there.” you wrinkled your nose, mood totally ruined; Steve seemed to agree.
“Wow, that’s sexy. You’re really getting me going here.” he pulled your dress back down your thighs neatly, though that didn’t stop him from immediately shoving his hands under the hem again, like he just couldn’t resist touching the skin underneath.
“You’re welcome.” He huffed against your skin, but you could feel his smile as he pressed a final open-mouthed kiss to your collar, tilting his head back a little to stare at you.
“What?”
He shook his head slowly, dark brown eyes never leaving your face, doe-eyed and soft. You stared back, studying the way his soft lashes framed his eyes, the beauty marks scattered all over his tanned skin, a thatch of dark chest hair peeking out from his unbuttoned polo; The green light dappling through the leaves scattered over his face casting him in a gold and emerald glow. Steve, totally oblivious to his effect on you, leaned towards you, tilting his head and looking at you through his thick lashes, wisps of hair falling forward and into his eyes.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, voice heavy. He was clearly waiting for a cue, a go ahead to kiss you again; you initiated instead, moving against him like you were trying to taste every bit of him before clumsily moving off his lap. He nearly growled in complaint, a rumble of displeasure coming from deep in his chest as he grasped at your hips, and you laughed into his mouth before breaking the searing kiss and standing up, legs shaky. He joined you a second after, steadying hand on your back as you wobbled; you shot him a grateful smile.
That every shitty guy I dealt with has been worth it.
“I’m thinking that you have a pool, and I have a bikini.” You said suggestively, and the hand on the small of your back moved to wrap around your side.
Astonished, Steve asked, “You do? Why didn’t I know this?”
“Why would you know? No one does.” Except for Claire, who had forced you to buy the damn thing at the mall, insisting that you might need it someday. Add that to the list of things you should thank her for, and would if she wasn’t always so smug about it.
“But I would have wanted to see. C’mon, we’re burning daylight, I wanna get a good view!” You laughed, Steve hustling to the car with the basket in one hand and the picnic blanket in the other. His hand didn’t leave your thigh once the entire drive home.
Made With Love
“I have a present for you.”
Steve was just showing up at your house for movie night, barely starting to take his shoes off in the entrance when you blurted it, unable to contain the excitement any longer. You’d been working on it in secret for months; since your third date, if you were honest, and finally you’d finished it the day before he was coming over.
“That’s a pretty good hello.” without missing a beat, he stepped forward and wrapped you up in a bear hug, and you instantly relaxed into him like you were always meant to be there. You crushed your face into his chest and inhaled the scent of his cologne, a hint of his sweat underneath melding with it into a smell that was uniquely him.
‘Hi.”
“Hey, Honey.” You felt him kiss the crown of your head before he pulled back a little, taking your face in his hands and pulling you away from his chest to brush his lips over yours. He gave you his typical winning smirk. “You got me a gift?”
“Correction, I made you a gift.” his hold on your jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, and his mischievous face broke open with affection and uncertainty.
“You didn’t have to.” he whispered, like he was surprised that you’d even considered doing more than the bare minimum for him; you wondered how often he got gifts from anyone at all.
Dating him, you realized that Steve hadn’t ever had someone to do things just because they cared about him, or wanted to see him smile; there were tiny strings attached to every kind of love Steve had known, except for Dustin and the other kids, and even then it wasn’t the same. They adored him, even if they didn’t want to admit it, but he was the mentor, the giver, and it both touched and saddened you that Steve gave them something he’d never had himself, from his parents or anyone else.
You were determined to give that to him, in whatever ways you could, so you just smiled and said, sweet as you could, “I wanted to.”
“Fuck. You know I-” he cut himself off quickly, turning red, “-thank you. Really, it means a lot.” His voice was hoarse like he was already fighting off tears and you nodded so you didn’t push him, kissing his cheek and returning to the bags he’d stepped in with while he stood frozen in the archway.
“So, what movies did you bring?”
It took 10 minutes and a lot of whining from him, but you made sure everything was set up for movie night before you brought the gift to Steve, no matter how eager he was. You’d wanted it to be casual; there was no anniversary or anything important going on, you’d just wanted to do something nice for him and you didn’t want him to feel like it was a big deal.
The point seemed moot when you passed him the white gift box and he was practically vibrating off the couch with barely contained excitement. Within seconds he tore off the lid and threw it aside, shushing you when you snickered at him.
Being able to watch his face shift as he realized what was in the box, like clouds breaking in the sky to reveal the sun, was more than enough payment for all of the work you’d put in for this moment.
“You’re serious?” he looked from the box back to you, then back to the box before pulling out the contents and holding it up to see it fully. You’d thought about making him a scarf, so he didn’t have to lie about needing one anymore, but you’d wanted to give him something he’d actually wear; plus, you had a promise to keep.
“I told you you’d be wearing one of my jackets one day, babe.” you reminded him, grin splitting your face open while he twisted it all around, looking at it from every angle, mouth gaping open in shock. It was a relatively simple looking windbreaker, navy and white and fitted to his measurements; you’d had to steal quite a few jackets until you’d gotten the fit you needed, but it was clearly worth it when Steve was staring at it like you’d handed him a fallen star. You’d even taken the time to sew in your own label to really make it yours, as well as his.
“You made this? For me?” You couldn’t identify the emotion in his voice, tight and strained, but you nodded, placing a kiss on his cheek; he didn’t look away for a second, putting the coat down in his lap and running his hands over the sleeves, like he couldn’t quite believe it was real.
“Just for you.” You confirmed, and he took one hand off of the jacket to pull you in by the waist, still without looking. You snuggled into his side, adding, “Made with love.” without thinking. Steve finally turned to look at you, eyes shiny with tears, clutching the jacket in his fist; your breath caught, and you instinctively reached up to cradle his jaw, tracing lines between his beauty marks with your fingers. He took a deep, shuddery breath and closed his eyes.
“Made with love, huh? You love me?” Despite his cocky phrasing, Steve’s voice shook slightly with fear, like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and you instantly knew why; Nancy and Steve were on good terms now, but you’d heard enough to piece together a few of the ways they’d hurt each other. He’d never told you much about the breakup, but you knew she was drunk, and angry, and said some things that had stayed with him ever since, no matter how badly you tried to wash it away.
“Of course I do.” You responded like there was never any doubt at all, and there wasn’t; You knew the moment you’d spoken it was true, it had been since your first date, draping you in a jacket he brought just for you, pulling you close at your door without any motives and promising he’d always give you what you wanted. He hadn’t broken that promise yet, and you doubted he ever would. You swiped your thumb under his eye, catching a single stray tear, and he gave you a sheepish grin.
“Thank you.” he murmured, pulling you closer to his side and inclining his chin to meet your mouth with his own; He tasted like chapstick-probably one he stole from you-and you could feel a flicker of fire in your stomach when he parted your lips with his tongue, gentle but insistent, running his hands through your hair and delicately over your arms and back like he was reveling in it. He pulled you onto him suddenly, swinging one of your legs over his so you could straddle his lap without breaking the kiss, the jacket crushed between you both as you pressed together, desperate to be as close as possible.
When you finally pulled yourself away, turning your head quickly so he couldn’t chase your lips, Steve whined. He looked amazing, lips red and slightly shiny with spit, parted just a bit so he could gasp for air, hair mussed from your hands, eyes wide and bright and so obviously in love it made you ache, toes curling in your socks. His eyelids fluttered for a second, like he was getting his bearings, and then he was smiling dopily at you, hugging you against his chest and pressing heated kisses along your jaw and down the curve of your throat, humming against you.
“Fuck. Love you so much, pretty girl. Just been waiting to hear you say it, you wouldn’t believe how long I waited. Worth every second.” he babbled against your skin adoringly, his teeth gently scraping your neck and tickling you; you giggled, pressing your face into his shoulder out of embarrassment, letting him trail his hands up your back soothingly. “Don’t get all embarrassed, I’m trying to be cute here.”
“You are being cute, that’s why I’m embarrassed!”
He laughed, shaking his head slightly. The mood shifted from playful to serious in the silence, and he started again. “Seriously, thank you. It’s-I… no one has ever done something like this for me.” He admitted, and you pulled away to look at him again- his eyes were downcast, staring into his lap where the jacket was crumpled between your stomachs. You scooted back a little and pulled it out from between you two, laying it neatly on the couch cushion next to you. He watched you silently before continuing, “I know I say that a lot, but it’s true, yknow?”
“I know.” You didn’t elaborate, and neither did he.
“I really do love you.” He clarified, and your chest swelled with pride; you had no idea what you’d done to deserve Steve, but you thanked whatever cosmic fate pushed him into your store for this moment, looking down at his honey-sweet smile while he professed his love on your parents couch. “We should elope.”
“Give me time to make the dress, okay?” you teased, and he leaned up to meet you again, laughing against your lips, starting to smile so big you couldn’t keep kissing him. You both settled again, resting your head on his shoulder while he traced patterns down your curves. “I love you too, Stevie.” you sighed, voice thick with emotion, and he pressed his cheek against your head, curling inwards so you could press yourself even close against him- you did, greedily.
“I know.” He repeated, voice was firm and solid, no trace left of the doubt from before, and you pressed a kiss to his collarbone in response.
“Good.” you followed his eyes back to the jacket next to you both, and you smiled a little. “You really like it?”
“I love it, baby.” He grabbed it, quickly throwing it over his shoulders and settling his hands on your hips, relaxing back into the couch. “How’s it look? As good as you dreamed?”
“Even better. I’m gonna have to start filling your wardrobe.” He visibly perked up at the idea and you giggled, brushing the tip of your nose against his and giving him another quick, sloppy kiss before clumsily climbing off of his lap to start the movie despite his protests.
You returned, settling yourself back into his lap without even thinking, and he sighed happily, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you. You’d never thought you’d be comfortable enough with someone to be this close, but Steve made it so easy; it was shocking how wanted he made you feel with just a few touches.
Without looking away from the screen you reached back and rested your hand on his cheek, running your thumb over the apple of it and murmuring “Thank you, Stevie.” You knew you didn’t have to say what for; Steve always knew when it came to you.
“Nothing to be thankful for,” He breathed into your ear, kissing the skin just behind it. You felt his smirk, and then he mumbled “So are you gonna make me that scarf, or…?”
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flbrokensoldier · 1 year
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New Anon here! I'll call myself 'Mei Mei' so you'll know when I'll request next time that it's me! So! Let's go! I have a request, (there's blood!) Reaper x male!reader (I don't see those a lot) imagine Reader got seriously hurt but they don't want to tell reaper so he goes back to his room and falls asleep obviously still bleeding (imagine it's a huge gash on the stomach or something)
so Reaper Comes back from another mission and seeing his friend not greeting him back puts him off so he goes to his room to see if he's ok, after knocking he goes in and sees reader supposedly sleeping (the blanket is covering him) he goes to see if he's ok then sees dark red spots on the floor so he rips off the blanket
Friends to lovers?
Plz angst then fluff ending
:D ignore it if it makes you uncomfortable :)) I'll swing by again
Yes! I can do that! Seeing as the character was changed to Cassidy/McCree;
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I have no problem with it! ^^ (Again sorry about the no reaper thing :c)
This took me a whole minute to write because I did try to add every element as requested so sorry about the wait!
Note there is a slight pov change after the time skip!
Cole Cassidy x Male Reader (could also be GN)
Just A Flesh Wound
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You had probably known Cassidy for a good few years but never really bothered to get to know him. That is until recently. After a good few months you realized that there was a lot more about this unusual cowboy. Cassidy usually just remained in the background, at least to you. Cole had said things here and there but you just put him on the back burner. However, upon getting to know him recently you realized that he wasn't so bad and actually was rather outspoken, you just hadn't noticed before. He was really sweet, very caring and also very goofy. The random jokes that fell out of his mouth or snarky comments he'd give to others made you chuckle which only fueled Cassidy's flame.
However, you still couldn't bring yourself to tell him how you really felt around him. It was so bad to the point of distance, you wanted to put a small but of distance between you two so you didn't "burden him with your emotions," as you told one of your other close friends in Overwatch, Lena or Tracer if you will. You tried to make it as unnoticeable as possible but this cowboy was too slick. He caught on quickly and decided if you wanted the space, he would give it. Yet, it made him feel awful. He wanted to be near you as much as you did, but he knew something was up so he didn't bother trying to push.
Currently though, you had come back from a rather tough mission with a big gash on your stomach that had slowed bleeding by now yes, but it was an awful wound that just wouldn't let up. You decided upon seeing the others that your wound could wait, Angela had others to take care of. You concluded that for now, you would just go sleep and rest while keeping as still as possible so you didn't reopen the wound. That didn't work out though.
As soon as you hit the blankets, a nice feeling of ecstasy washed over you. Damn was it comfortable, so you got under the covers and relaxed. Pretty soon that relaxation was so deep you didn't realize the red color tainting your comfy blankets.
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He had stood right behind the door, trying to convince himself to just knock. Truth was, he was super worried about you so he decided today of all days, he could come to check on you to see how you were holding up.
"Damnit Cole, just knock." He muttered to himself as his hand reached up and knocked.
After he got no answer, he spun around and went to walk away when he saw the blood trail leading up to your room on the floor. Now he was worried so he tried one more knock, mostly out of worry and not wanting to barge in.
Nothing.
Thats when he tried the door knob. Turning it slowly, he realized it was unlocked much to his surprise. He stepped in through the doorway, his spurs singing a soft melody as he walked in. When he was in the room, he followed the blood trail right up to your bed. He stared in shock as he saw the blood seeping into the blanket. Panic set in as he uncovered you from your blankets and he inspected the wound. Upon looking at it he decided you were going to see Angela one way or another.
He picked you up, bridal style and carried you out quickly. Upon seeing your eyes flutter open weakly, he felt a slight wave of relief wash over him.
"What's going on?" You ask, the pain straining your voice.
"I'm takin' you to see Angela. Yer wound needs tendin' to." He spoke firmly.
"Cole I'm fi-" You got cut off.
"No you're not." His brows knit into a worried expression.
You had fallen silent for a moment before speaking. "How did you get in anyways?"
"Yer door was unlocked."
"Oh."
"Mhm."
You looked ahead, you both weren't far from her office now. Your arms instinctively wrapped around your stomach out of discomfort and pain. Your vision was slightly fuzzy too from the blood loss, maybe sleeping wasn't a good idea. Suddenly it was starting to all fade away into darkness.
"Hang in there bud." Cole's voice snapped you from the darkness trying to engulf you.
You remained silent, until you were right outside her office. "Cole, I'm sorry for avoiding you.." You started.
"Now now, don't go gettin' sappy with me." His tone was worried but he knew you wouldn't die, not from this at least.
"I know but I have to say sorry and.." You hesitated. "I avoided you because I like you."
He looked stunned but he walked inside Angela's office. "Real bad time to say yer feelings but.." He looked around. "I like you too bud. Now let's get you patched up." He said with his worried expression never fading.
Angela soon walked up and she instructed Cassidy to put you on one of the beds before she started to work on you. You looked at Cassidy before falling into a sleep so you could be stitched up. You held your hand out, a pathetic expression from the pain.
He took it quickly and held your hand firmly. He flashed you a worried smile and gently squeezing your hand. You flashed him a pained smile back before the darkness consumed you. However, it wasn't a bad thing. You knew you'd be okay and have to wake up to a lot of explaining to Cassidy.
(Again thank you for requesting! I hope this is what you wanted!)
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could u write something with peter maximoff??
literally anything plz i luv him so much
u don’t have to obvi if ur not up to it
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I wrote some friends to lovers fluff because I wanted to write something fluffy and cute, hope you like it <3
Ms. Pacman and Exams (Peter Maximoff x reader)
Warnings: mentions of exams (ew), friends to lovers, fluffy and cute
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It was late spring, and you and Peter had been hanging out in his room together at the academy. He was playing Ms. Pacman while you were studying for an exam.
"Ugh, I hate this! Why did they have to make school so difficult?" You complained as you slammed your book shut and threw it across the room. "So what if the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell? Who cares?"
"Aw, look at you! You're learning," Peter teased, not taking his eyes off his game.
"I'm serious. I mean, when would I ever have to use that in everyday life? School is dumb."
"Whoa, don't let the Professor here you say that," he joked. "Not unless you want a surprise pop quiz."
"Don't you ever joke about surprise pop quizzes around me," you warned him. "Seriously, they are the worst."
"I'll bet," he responded, but it was clear he wasn't paying attention.
"Peter," you said.
"Yeah."
"What did I just say?"
"Mm, something about pop quizzes and how much they suck." He had his tongue sticking out of his mouth, a sign that usually indicated he was trying his best to concentrate on whatever task he was doing at the moment.
"Well, you're not wrong," you muttered as you went to pick up your textbook off the floor so you could continue studying.
"Hey!" He suddenly exclaimed. "I beat my high score!"
You laughed at his reaction. "You're so cute."
He turned to look at you, his cheeks flushed. "You- you think I'm cute?"
You felt your cheeks grow warm as you realized what you'd said. "Um, did I say that out loud? That was pretty random, sorry about that," you nervously chuckled.
"No, it- it's okay," he said, fiddling with the game's joystick. "I, um, I was just gonna say, I think you're cute too."
"Wait, really? Wow," you said, surprised. "If I had known about that, I would have asked you out way sooner."
"So why didn't you?" He blurted, unable to keep his question in.
"Um, I just didn't want to ruin our friendship I guess," you admitted. "But you know what? I'm honestly glad I'm telling you about it. It's good to get this whole me having a crush on you thing off my chest."
"Huh, interesting."
It was silent for probably two minutes, maybe even less than that, but to you it felt like an eternity. I mean, here you were, having told your best friend about your crush on him, and him doing the exact same thing to you. At that point, you had no idea where this was going to go.
"So, um."
Peter's voice snapped you back to reality. "'So, um,' what?" You joked, hoping to lighten the mood.
"So, since I like you, and you like me, do you wanna, maybe, I don't know, go see a movie or something sometime? As maybe, more than friends?"
"Sure, I'd love to." You didn't want to seem too eager, but it was hard to contain the pure happiness you felt.
"Great! But, until then," he pointed to the book you were still holding, "you'd better study up for that exam or else you're gonna fail."
You groaned, rolling your eyes at him. "God, I hate you."
"No, you love me," he corrected, starting a new game.
"Yeah, you're right," you agreed, smiling to yourself as you went to sit back down. Little did you know he was smiling, too.
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misssakuramochi · 9 months
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Hihi heres my info for the trade thx for trading for me
Persona 5 male matchup plz
Gender: cis female
Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: heterosexual ally
Zodiac: Capricorn
Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)
Mbti: infj
Enneagram: 2w1
Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)
Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself
Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who don’t take others into consideration (like make insensitive jokes or don’t consider the comfort of others or are mean just cause they can) people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests (I’m being tested for a math disability and i have test anxiety)
Love language:
Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)
Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)
Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat i have minor ehlers danalos (a hyper mobility disorder) but it doesn’t hurt me like it does my sisters i get abdominal migraines which is basically like a migraine but instead of headaches it’s nausea
Thankie thankie
I match you with...
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AKIRA
You two compliment each other so well!! On one hand, you're similar. On the other, you're balanced. I imagine you to be a driven person with a strong sense of justice - a quality the two of you share. It draws you together, and together there's nothing you can't accomplish. Both of you take care of each other when you forget to take care of yourselves and have a great support system in one another. While you can be a little scattered emotionally, Akira is more... stable I guess, if you're not offended by the term. He's your rock when things get too much, and you help him learn to express himself! Overall you're the scariest power couple out there tbh.
HEADCANONS
● Words of affirmation you say?? Akiras got you covered. He's quiet until you're alone, but he loves to smother you with compliments the second you are. Between making you blush and trying to boost your self esteem (he just wants you to see you the way he does) Akira never stops saying nice things to and about you.
● Phantom thief extraordinare, Akira WILL keep quiet and pretend not to be home when you are just to hear you sing. He loves hearing you habe fun. He also likes how flustered you get when you realize he's been there the whole time.
● Akira is normally really chill, but he turns into the most doting worry wart when you get an abdominal migraine! He's got water, the BRAT diet, buckets, meds, comfy blankets and pillows... he really goes over the top to make you even a little more comfortable. Basically turns into your personal servant tbh
● Don't like math tests? Akira's got you. He's very proficient with book learning and he's more than willing to put in a little extra work to help you. By which I DEFINITELY mean helping you cheat. He could tutor you, and would if you wanted, but why not get rid of the anxiety completely by just having Morgana signal the answers to you through the window?
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teddybearty · 2 years
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Hey. Do Leon for the character thingy plz
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So there's this baseball player,,,
But seriously I actually really like Leon!!! This fact is MAINLY @shy-the-trash-lion (my lovely sister) fault!!! She's obsessed with this man and she has changed me for better or worse lol
My sister's characterization of him is my canon sooooo ye....
But for real though, Leon is a pretty misunderstood character I feel. Like sure, he didn't have the best intentions when meeting with Sayaka (because I'm sure she brought him to her with the promises of love maybe) but he didn't want to kill her. She's the one who attacked first, leaving him in a very bad position.
Either he doesn't kill her and she rats her out to everyone saying that he attacked her, leaving him to be ridiculed / beat up OR he kills her and gets out of the school (keep in mind he didn't know about the trial until the following day)
And we know what choice he took.
I'm also very upset that people sometimes just calls Leon "11037" which that joke has very much overstayed its welcome. Leon is more than just being "11037" or the "stupid guy", you know?
He's a dumbass (affectionate) who says he likes girls but then realized that guys are kinda hot too. He makes dumb decisions and a little selfish but when he realizes he fucks up, he tried his hardest to do the right thing in the end. He also likes Sonic the Hedgehog, he really likes Sonic the Hedgehog (these are mainly my sister's HCs lol)
So yeah, I love you Leon. I think you're pretty cool.
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geo-winchester · 2 years
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Happy Tumblr birthday!I always love the way you wrote about Nathan and look forward to reading more in the near future I hope😘
Maybe 16 from the ‘I love you’ prompt for our beloved asshole Nathan🥺🥺plz
DEFINITELY BETTER
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Prompt: 16. Having a tickle fight until you’re breathless.
A/N: hi lovely! Thank you so much for your request and I’m really glad that you like my Nathan’s stories, and of course their will be more in the future! I’m so sorry this took me a lot of time I hope this is what you expect if, thank you so much for your support and if you had any other request or idea pleas let me know!
NATHAN BATEMAN’S MASTERLIST
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You remember Nathan before he was the genius man, the rich guy who was an idiot with all the people, you remember him when the two of you were young practically kids, playing around, he was your first crush and your first love. You like to say that he stay in your life, that you were there in his journey to success but that ain’t happen, after he get out of your life the only time you saw him was on the news. You been outside of his place for a long amount of time, you lost the count on how many times you almost knock his door, before you could move again the door open, you could see the surprise in Nathan’s face.
-Yn…- he whisper.
-Hey Nathan- you smiled.
-What… how…
-I said I want to invest in your company.
-You’re Yn Malcom?
-Ouch you forgot my last name, you hurt about how little you remember me- you joke.
-Your last name is not Malcom- he said.
-It’s my mother last name- he nod -any way, you have a lovely entrance- he nod again- you can smell all the pines around, and hear the river- he keep looking at you -I like those plants over there- he nod -how many things I have to say until you let me come in- he smirk.
-I want to see how many things you could say- you laugh.
-You’re an idiot- he shrugged
You follow him around the house, he guide you to his balcony before you could say anything he disappeared in side, you look around the balcony, you saw the sand bag, a few dumbbells on the floor, along with a few empty bottles of beer, a few minutes later Nathan came back with two cups of coffee and a few sandwiches, the two of you sat at silent for a while until he sighed.
-What are you doing here Yn?
-I saw the news about what happened- you said -Are you ok?- he nod.
-It healed pretty quickly.
-Sorry for not coming earlier.
-You didn’t have to come…
-Of course I have to, you were my best friend when we were kids- he nod.
-I’m glad you came.
The two of you keep talking as you ate, you could see the change in him, he was more quiet than you remember him, you keep looking at him until he smirk.
-You know you can judge me better if you get close- you smile before you sit next to him.
-I want to see what change in you.
-A lot…
-I can see that, last time I saw you, you barely can grow a mustache, now you have a full grown up bear- you smile -I like it, it make you seem more powerful.
-It’s because I’m more powerful since the last time you saw me.
-You know you don’t have to act like that with me, right?
-How?
-You know pretend you know everything, or pretend that you don’t matter, yo do… you always matter to me Nathan- he smiles -I miss that smile- you said -do you remember when we were 16 and we used to stay in your room while we heard music- he nod -in that moment, while I pretend to sing and you instead of pay attention to you on math.
-I didn’t regret does moments, it’s when I realize that I was in love with you.
-You were?
-How could I resist to that girl? I love when you pretend to be Whitney, or Cher or Cindy Lauper, specially her, when you sing time after time, I told myself, that’s it, that’s the girl I’m going to spend the rest of my life.
-Really? Then why you never say anything? I spend three years everything so you can notice me.
-I thought you don’t want me, I was a geek back then.
-You’re still a geek…
-But one who is a gods sex- you laugh -I miss that sound- you couldn’t help but blush.
-Ok I have something to admit- he look at you above his glasses -Every time you were on the news I change the channel or I look away, because every time I thought I was over you, I saw something about you and it hurt- you scoff -the universe has a really funny way to play, every time I saw something about you I was on a date…
-Are you sure it was the destiny?- you were confuse for a moment but when it hit you, you punch him in the arm.
-You’re an asshole, you hack my phone?
-My favorite moments was when you moan my name in the night- you blush making him laugh -I really fuck up everything when I leave you.
-Yeah you did, I thought I didn’t matter to you, and then after all those articles and photos about you and every woman on the earth…
-You’re better than everyone- you smile -What if we try it?
-Try what?
-Be a couple- you look at him surprise -yeah, we can have a first date, try to know each other again, catch up and see where this lead.
-Ok, I’ll like that.
None of you really thought that after that day everything start to fit in their places, after a few years of dating Nathan propose to you, you move to his place, got married in a private ceremony, a few years later you welcome your first son, he was an exact copy of Nathan, he was a smart kid but still adventure and kind, your second son was more like you, he was a little shy but still as smart as your husband, but still always in his world listen to music, that night the four of you were having movie night, Nathan was by your side as he run his hand on your little bump.
-So this was what you imagine when we were sixteen?- you asked at him.
-this is better- he said with a smile -you know I remember something you used to love…
-And what’s that?- he start to tickle at you making you laugh, you try to defend yourself, when your kids notice what happen they joined the battle.
-Tickle fight- the youngest screamed.
-Defend mom- your oldest scream and the three of you start to tickle Nathan who keep laughing.
-Ok, I give up- all of you stop as you laugh and your kids celebrate.
-My bravest knights- you kiss at your kids and they got back to their places.
-I lost, shouldn’t I deserve a kiss?- Nathan asked you, you got close to him and kiss him -Yeah this is definitely better than what I expected- he said making you smile.
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