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httpiastri · 3 months

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bunny bandaids and forehead kisses – jmm21

your boyfriend is tough when he's out on track – but not as much in real life.

genre: fluff fluff fluff

pairing: reader x pepe marti

warnings: mentions of a scrape and tiny bit of blood but that's it

word count: 1k

requested: hm not really but the ppl have been asking for pepe fics so 🤭

author's note: hello hello!! finallyyy posting this :) loved writing abt him, and will definitely write more of these short types of fics for him again in the future. thanks for all of the love and the pepe asks, giving me so much energy <33 and big shoutout to my fave cutie @norrisgrl for proofreading the spanish 🫶🫶 hope u all enjoy reading !!

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"big breaths now, okay?"

your voice is soft and low, eyes following the way the antiseptic pours onto the rag you're holding. pepe nods, inhaling deeply through his nose as you take his wrist on one of your hands, holding his palm up. you think he's prepared, but when the rag meets his still bleeding skin, his eyes squeeze shut and he can't help but hiss. you let out a chuckle – nothing about his injury is funny per se, but there's something so cute about your usually so tough boyfriend acting like this.

when he crashes a car at several hundred kilometers per hour, there's no issue. he'll walk away without even looking back.

but when he falls onto the ground and scrapes his hand on the asphalt while playing with his five-year-old cousin, he's like a baby. he needs your help instantly.

you're both at pepe's grandparents' house for the weekend, for you to get a chance to meet his extended family for the first time. you had been chatting with his mother and aunt out in the sunshine when pepe came over to you, showing off his hand and asking if you could help him out. you obviously couldn't help but agree to clean him up, knowing that he's way too clumsy to fix it by himself.

so here you are in one of the bathrooms of the house, with pepe propped up on the lid of the toilet as you're crouched down next to him with the supplies you've managed to find in the cabinets. you've gotten the tiny rocks and most of the other dirt out of his skin already; now you just need to clean it properly so it doesn't end up infected, since an infection would be a complete nightmare when he needs to be wearing those stuffy racing gloves for hours upon hours.

pepe lets out a small groan when you press too hard on his skin, face twisting in pain. "sorry, baby," you say, your free hand coming up to caress his cheek. "just a little more now…"

just as you're about to brush his cut with the rag again, the sound of the door behind you creaking open meets your ears. when you look over your shoulder, you find pepe's cousin peeking in through the crack in the door.

"marta," you hum, plastering a soft smile onto your lips. "do you want to come in?"

the girl stays quiet and doesn't move an inch, seemingly not daring to even open the door enough to stick her head in through it. pepe lets out a short sigh. "primita, come here."

the little girl would never disobey her favorite cousin, so it doesn't take long before she waddles up to him. "pepe," she whines, a pout prominent on her lips. your boyfriend's hands reach for her sides, lifting her up easily and placing her down sideways on one of his legs.

"what is it, hm?" he asks, eyes soft when he looks down at her. she's staring at the ground, feet swinging in the air, a worried expression on her face.

"i'm sorry for… hurting you..." marta is already teary-eyed when pepe tilts her chin up and makes her look at him. he shakes his head instantly.

"cariño, you didn't hurt me, okay?" his hand moves from her chin to wipe away her tears with his thumb, before wrapping his arm around her back to hold her close. "just like i told you out there, i'm fine. i promise." her pout still hasn't disappeared and she doesn't seem convinced, so your boyfriend holds up his bruised hand to her. "look, it's just a little scrape. and besides, i've got auntie y/n here to help me out."

her gaze darts to you. "are you a doctor?" she asks, seeing the rag and bottle of antiseptic in your hands.

your eyes flicker between marta and the smirk on pepe's lips, and you can't help but nod. "sometimes, yes." anything to ease her mind right now. "i just need to clean him up a little so it... feels better."

the way she bats her eyes up at pepe makes his heart melt. "does it hurt?"

"not if you hold my hand."

the boy holds his uninjured hand out to her, and she instantly places her own much smaller hand in it. he wraps it around hers, giving it a squeeze, before nodding to you that he's ready again. this time, pepe only winces slightly but stays otherwise calm when you clean the little cuts on his palm – the bond between the two of them apparently really is that strong.

when he's finally all cleaned up, you begin looking through the cabinet for some bandaids. "okay, we have..." you start, pulling out three boxes. "regular bandaids, spiderman bandaids, or," you look up at marta with a grin. "bunny bandaids."

"bunnies!"

you've pulled it out and ripped off the wrapper of the bandaid before pepe can even begin to interject, and you hold it out to the little girl. "can you put it on for me?" you ask and she nods, her eyes twinkling as she grabs the bandaid.

you briefly shift your focus to discard the wrapper and put all of your supplies into the cabinet again, and you turn back just in time to see your boyfriend lean down, pressing a sweet kiss to marta's forehead. "thank you, cielo," he says, before glancing up at you. "and thank you."

with his free hand, he reaches forward to the back of your neck, pulling you down to his level. then, he places a kiss to your forehead too, a big smile on his lips when he pulls away and looks between you and marta.

"mis chicas favoritas."

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thequietkid-moonie · 1 year

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Your favorite Toilet Bound characters as Yanderes with their Darling being a fairly powerful exorcist who can manipulate gravity

(If that is possible I can’t remember it’s been awhile sense I’ve read and watched the series)

Darling is a powerful exorsist

[ YANDERE HEADCANONS ] [ Hanako, Tsukasa, Teru, Sumire ]

[ Toilet Bound Hanako-kun / Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun ]

⚠️ Yandere, I dunno support this kind of behavior in real life, I just write it for fun!

× Sumire is a character that had only been show in the manga so it could be taken as spoiler

My dear!! I love youuuuuu!! Thank u so much for requesting for JSHK!!! requesting yandere and a really interesting prompt! Love it! ❤️

Sorry, I didn't manage to put the part of controlling gravity 😔 still I hope you like it as much as I did

Hanako-kun

Since the moment you got into the school Hanako noticed your presence, specially since you are just not anyone, you are an exorsist, and a really powerful one

Knowing that Hanako spend some time following you close (with you knowing it or not), watching over you from afar trying to know more about you to make sure you won't represent a problem for his plans (specially because he already has to deal with the Minamoto brothers), however, ass the time pass he can't help but get more and more interested on you, maybe it was that he finds you a funny person to be around, maybe you are, in reality, really caring, maybe even you had showed kindness to the weakest supernaturals (like the Mokkes), or maybe it was just everything about you that mesmerize him

Hanako can't help himself but want to be more and more close to you, reaching the point where he can't even hide well because he just wants to approach to you, that is why the moment you confront him (either by attacking him by surprise or just kindly asking him what the hell he wants) is like a reality check for him, he is startled by it for a moment but quickly tries to recover his charming and misterios facade, introducing himself as the honorable no. 7, leader of the seven mysteries (even if you already know who he is)

He doesn't want to let his guard down around you yet and still he can't help but wanting to spend all the time he can with you, it doesn't matter if you find him annoying or even if you want to exorcised him, Hanako just brush it off and even playfuly challenge you to do it (however provoke you isn't his smartest move since that one time you attacked him he barely made it alive)

Hanako wants to be careful, wants to focus on his work and help Yashiro with her wish, but he can't stop thinking about you, wanting to be around you, even if you don't really like him he wants to mess with you, and he can't stop himself from following his heart and just follow you around the school, clinging onto you and teasing you here and there. Somehow you two quickly become friends but Hanako wants more, he craves for more, for him it doesn't matter if you see him as annoying he can't just go away, it hurts his heart when he isn't with you even if you just send him angry glares (however if you are kind and even playful with him that just feed his obsession for you)

Hanako doesn't show it off much his obsession and dependence for you and just cover it up with his charming and clingy personality, when he is with you he can't just think straight, he just want to have fun with you! he want to see you smile! he wants for you to be happy with him! But when you aren't around he tend to overthink a lot, he is nothing but a mere ghost, and even worst, an assassin, how he dares to think that he deserve to be happy by your side? And you are an exorsist! You should hate him! you probably hate him (if you actually express that you want to exorcise him he laugh at it in front of you, but is something that hurt him a lot, in the moments when he feels specially down or anxious/insecure he actually thinks on letting you just exorcise him)

Hanako is really demanding, he is taking your attention from anyone and anything else all the time, specially when he is jealous (what happen constantly), clinging to you protectively and possessively even if you are the only one who can see him (he actually takes advantage of this), sometimes he lets you alone but not complety, if he actually manage to make you mad at him for how clingy he is he will let you and just watch you from afar (after scolding himself pretty harsh, the more angry you are the more harsh he is with himself)

Hanako finds both scary and incredibly attractive how stronge you are, he is completely mesmerize whenever he sees you use your powers, even if is against him (he barely make it of because he is too distracted being in lovestruck) and even when you are clearly more powerful than him that doesn't stop him for trying to help you and protect you from any danger (for what he sees as a danger), he wants to show you that he is more than a simple assassin, that what he had done in the past doesn't define him (he is actually scare that you don't see him as more, the thought of you seeing him just as a mere assassin or supernatural make him incredibly anxious, he fears it even if you don't see him that way)

Tsukasa Yugi

Tsukasa doesn't have a great title like his brother, he is just in the school because he has a goal to achieve and because he wants to have fun, so for him you could easily go unnoticed for a while, it could be that Sakura notice that you are a powerful exorsist or that he sees you using your powers to exorcise a supernatural one day

Tsukasa doesn't really fear you so the moment you catch his attention he waste no time and just approach to you, he wants to tell you that what you did was amazing!! He wants to aks you how did you do that and where you learned to do that!!

Is probably that he scare or trigger you and you attack him out of instinct for how he appeared out of nowhere, he will try to avoid the hit at the best of his habilities and still is probably that you manage to hurt him, however he won't really take it bad, maybe just tells you that attacking him by surprise it wasn't fair or even asking you if that means that you want to play with him and attack you too, turning it into a fight. However, if you don't react bad or against him Tsukasa will be just making you a lot of questions (even some that doesn't have nothing to do with your powers and he almost doesn't gives you time to answer) and with every question he does he get closer to you, until the point where he is just inches away from your face

Once Tsukasa is interested in you his interest grows more and more with time, quickly becoming an obsesion! He can compare the feelings he has for you with the feelings he hold for Amane! The inmense loves he feels for you is your sentence, no matter how stronge you are Tsukasa isn't going to give up with you, the only way to get away from him is exorcising him, vanishing him from this world, and even if that happen he won't be sad for it, in his mind is an act out of love

Tsukasa isn't exactly delusional, but he firmly believes that you love him as much as he loves you even if you try to deny it he won't accept it

No matter how it happens your first met once you catch Tsukasa's attention there is no way that you will be able to get away from him, since that day Tsukasa follows you around whenever he has the time or just want to do it, either by following you from afar or directly by your side, if you ask him to go away he will ask you why innocently, if you ask kindly he may leave you alone for now but if not he probably just cling onto you to mess with you (he finds funny your annoyed expression)

Tsukasa knows you are stronge but he doesn't fear you, he has no problem with going full strength against you if you two end up fighting (as much as he doesn't has problems with killing other supernaturals he doesn't want to kill you, not when you are so funny to be around). Tsukasa finds really interesting and funny to see you doing your work as an exorsist so he sometimes ask Sakura to change the rumors to something really big and dangerous just for you to having to fight against them, and when it isn't that he himself mess with the most weak supernatural to try to create one big supernatural just for you to having to fight it (he is even proud about his creating and ask you how it was, if it was good and if you liked it)

Tsukasa quickly becomes demanding and pretty possessive, he doesn't understand and doesn't care that you go to that school to take classes and more than once he will make you skip classes just so you two could hang out or because he wants to show you something, even if you don't want he will drag you with him because Tsukasa isn't going to accept a no as response

Little by little Tsukasa start to completely monopolize you, for him it doesn't matter if he brings you problems in your personal life, he just want you to himself, also he has no problem with resorting to dirty tricks, like forcing you or scaring you to be with him, even if he has to attack you by surprise just to have all your attention for himself

Tsukasa doesn't see anything bad in his actions, not even when he is practically kidnapping you by locking you with him in the radio club or at the boundary of a mistery just so you two can spend time together, even when you can easily find you way out of there that doesn't stop him from doing it again and again

Tsukasa always act childish and playful with you, but he is totally willing to throw off whatever threat stand between the two of you, it doesn't matter if is a human or a supernatural, it doesn't even matter if that threat is you, if he has to make you change you mind and make you give up to him he is totally willing to do it, it doesn't matter if in the process hurts your body or your mind in his eyes is just part of the fun! he is just getting you ready for all the fun you two are going to have together!

Teru Minamoto

The Minamoto Family has been engaged in exorcism for a long time and Teru, for being the firstborn of the next generation, he has been trained to be an exorsist since he was really young. Since you are an exorsist too that is the main reason why the two of you met in the first place, and probably you two know since a young age too

For being so stronge the two of you are the main people in charge of exorcising the supernaturals around the city and you two have been working together for a long time, and for that Teru is grateful, being an exorsist is a really rough job but having someone by his side it makes it more bearable

Since the start Teru felt atracted to you, maybe is that you are really stronge or maybe that you can understand how he feels for having to spend all his time in this job, even if you are more introvert or even shy he has no problem with being the one who start being the talktive one at first

The relasionship you two have together quickly grows for how much time you two spend together, even you two had spend some time training together too at some point. As well, his feelings slowly grows stronger and stronger with the time and still because of your job it could go unnoticed for a long time how clingy and possessive he grows with you, hidding it by his excitment to see you again and to work together (what he always express, specially if you get flustered, making you flustered just increase his ego)

Teru doesn't like much his job, having to spend all his live fighting with supernaturals isn't his ideal and you sharing the same fate with him is something that troubled him but at the same time make things a little better, he loves that thanks to being exorsist he can spend almost all your time together and monopolize you but in the other hand he hates that you give your life to fight supernaturals without other option

Sometimes, while things are a little more peaceful or you two are taking a break Teru likes to talk about what you two could do if you weren't busy all the time, jokinly telling you about dates he will like to take you in or even a future together without having to be exorcist with his usual charming smile, even if you take it as a joke or ask him to stop for being flustered he just softly laugh at your reaction but he actually mean what he said, and he isn't planing to let you go anytime soon (it irritated him a little if you take it as a joke but he is confident that with time you will see how serious he is being with this)

Your relasionship could be seem very calm since Teru is really good at hidding his possessiveness, however there is something that dangerously triggers him, he had been feeling like you two have an unbreakable bond, that you two are mean to be together and that nothing can separate you two, he feels like everything goes perfect between you two until he sees you outside your job, seeing you one day hanging out with others (or if you two go to the same school it trigger him seeing others being too close and touchy with you, however for being the school prince he has an advantage), even if they are just your friends is pretty shocking for him

Teru is really possessive, he does not own his own life and it isn't like has other option so you and your relationship is something that he feels that he can fully possessive and have control over it so seeing you be happy with others make him anxious, he may be too shocked and angry the moment he sees you so he will just confront you about it later (but still trying to seem calm). Also, thanks to this Teru grows a little more controlling, trying to lead you to go to the same school with him (even using the mysteries as an excuse) just for you two to spend more and more time together, and he being able do watch your interaction with other and rip off any possible threat

Most of the time Teru tries to keep his charming facade while talking to you but it could be that, since you know him for a long time you can tell that he isn't bring sincere, something is bothering him, still he will just cover it with saying that he is worried about you, but after this he is more and more possessive and a little more manipulative, trying to lull you to do what he wants, he doesn't trust in the people around you and he will try to make you distrust them too

Teru can go as far as training until he feels his body shatter and feeling short of breath every day to be able to become more and more strong until he finally surpass yourself in power so you could depend on him, as well to have an advantage over you

Akane Sumire

Since a young age Sumire knew that her fate was to be sacrificed to the god to bring peace to the village, she hates it but she just accept it because in reallity she doesn't really have another option, however she never lost her smile

After the village lost the last exorsist of the Minamoto Clan Sumire started to train to be able to protect the village as the Kannagi, although it could be that you are part of Minamoto Clan as the next exorcist in training or that you came to the village one day and were welcome to take the place as the exorcist, in any case Sumire is really willing to meet you and excited to learn from you

Sumire isn't the type to fall in love immediatly, specialy with her position, so you two start as friends, quickly becoming close and despite all the hate and warnings of the villagers it become pretty common to see you, Sumire and Hakubo together around

Sumire always plays innocent with that smiles of her, but the moment she warms up with you she start to be more clingy and truly smiles at you. It doesn't take her long to notice that she feels a true happines with you, one that she only feels when she is with Hakubo or when she is healing wounded animals she have found, you don't treat her as the Kannagi but as a friend and that makes her extremely happy, being with you makes Sumire feel like everything is fine, heck it even make her forget what her fate is at times, she loves the feeling she has when she is with you and she isn't going to lose you

Sumire isn't always honest with her feelings with you, she tend to complain a lot about how bad temporary husband Hakubo and still, deep down in her heart, the only person she wants to be with is you, Sumire lies during training with you saying that she can't do it just for you to focus your completely attention in her a little longer to explain her how to do it again, even more just so you will touch her to explain her how to hold the weapons, Sumire lies and smiles like if she doesn't hate that place, like if she doesn't think that you and Hakubo are the only worthy people of protect in there, and Sumire isn't complety sincere when he tells you that she likes your company because in reality she wants you all for herself, she wants to trap you in her arms, she want for you to depend on her and NEED her as much as she does with you

Also, Sumire loves to play innocent with you, just like when she gets into more troubles just for you to came and stand up for her, defending her from the other villagers, just as she gets really aggresive towards who dare to say something bad about you or start questioning your relasionship

Little by little Sumire start to monopolize all your time with every excuse she can, acting like a perfect wife to you too, healing your injuries carefuly and with love, making you flowers crowns, physicaly clinging to you, acting all cute and innocent, anything she can do to make you fall in her trap to make you hers forever, Hakubo knows exactly what she is doing but he isn't going to say anything about it, he haven't been asked to do it after all

Sumire admire your strength, she truly find it amazing but it isn't really a threaten for her or her plans to be with you forever, it would be even an advantage since she is really smart and can easily lull you to do what she wants, and even if the manipulation doesn't work it doesn't matter, she has learned a lot from you and she can always ask Hakubo to force you or restrain you until you finally accept to be with her

Sumire can't forget about her position as the Kannagi, even if she tries Sumire is still fully aware of her fate, she had given up some time ago choosing to just enjoy the time she had and hoping for all the village to fall into hell after her dead, however now that you are in her live she wants to stay alive a little longer just to be with you, to have you, so some days before the ritual cames she talks to Hakubo about it, saying that it would be amazing for the three of you to just go away and start a new life, go somewhere where all of you can be together, finishing her speach by asking Hakubo to end with the village, make them live a hell in the earth just like she always wanted so the three of you could just leave and Hakubo can't say no when he is asked to do something, however this time he isn't doing it just because he had been ordered to do so

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wandering-winchesters · 1 year

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Burning up

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word Count: 2,412

Trigger Warnings: none really, mostly fluff. Some swear words.

Summary: the reader is sick and Dean takes care of her. Lots of fluff.

Requested: yes, by anonymous. Hey =) just wanted to thank you for writing and sharing your stories 🤍🙏🏻💐Absolutely in love with them. Are u up for a sick/hurt and comfort fic? Love 🤍

A/N:this was so much fun to write! I went with the sick side of things, I’m sure I’ll write another hurt one soon. Requests are still open. :)

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I groan, opening my eyes, my head beginning to throb immediately, causing me to close them again. Nope. Getting up early is not happening today. I shut off my alarms for the morning and return to sleep.

I wake up a couple hours later, soaked in sweat, every muscle in my body aching and fever raging through my body. It’s already ten o’clock in the morning, yet the desire to get out of bed is none existent. I drift off again, my restless sleep filled with awful dreams. I’m slightly disturbed from my rest, when my door creaks open, one of the boys checking on me as I’m normally awake hours before. However, they don’t say anything, just quietly back out of my room in the bunker and shut the door behind them. I fall back asleep once again, praying that I feel better the next time I awake.

“Hey, sweetheart, you okay?” I hear Dean ask, sitting down next to me on my bed. His hand coming to rest in the middle of my back. I open my eyes and peer at him, wincing from the bright light filling the room.

I groan in response, turning my head away from him and squeezing my eyes shut.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, I can hear the concern in his voice even though I can’t see his face. He reaches over, and brushes my sweat soaked hair out of my face, his fingers glancing over my forehead quickly. Before he places a full hand over my forehead, I hear him let out a sharp sigh.

“Y/N, you’re burning up. We gotta get your fever down sweetheart.” He says quietly, pulling back the layers of blanket I’m buried under. I groan, fighting him and trying to pull the blankets back up. I hear him chuckle slightly, his hands rubbing my back gently. An unintentional moan leaves my lips, embracing his touch easing my stiff muscles.

“I’m going to go get you some Tylenol and water, stay put. I’ll be right back.” He says, leaving the room quietly. I try not to miss the way his hands felt on my body, the ease that he worked the kinks out of my muscles. The fire it ignited inside of me. Dean and I had slept together a handful times, mainly in moments of desperation and weakness, but never anything serious or exclusive, although that’s all I wanted, everything I could ever want. I ease my body into a sitting position, pulling my sweatshirt off my sweaty body, leaving on the tank top underneath. I push myself over to the edge of the bed, moving to stand up, a wave of dizziness overtaking me. I stand up, but only make it a couple of steps towards the bathroom before I’m reaching for the nearest object to steady myself. Which happens to be the dresser, I put my back against it and slide down to the floor. I rest my head on my knees, hoping that the wave of dizziness and nausea will soon subside, and stop crashing down on me like a damn tsunami. Dean renters the room and I hear him turn around when he realizes in no longer in bed.

“What’re you doing, sweetheart? I told you to stay put.” He says, placing the water glass and medicine bottle down on my side table.

“Wanted a shower, body hurts.” I say, my head still buried in my knees, unsure if he heard or understood me. He then crosses the room to my side, crouching down in front of me. He places his hands under my armpits and gently lifts me to my feet, keeping a firm grasp on my waist, helping me walk towards the bathroom. He sits me down on the lid of the toilet, making sure I’m not going to fall over.

“How about a bath instead? I’ll help you, don’t want you slipping and hitting your head.” He says, his hand cupping my chin and making me look at him.

“No, I don’t need help. I’ll be okay.” I protest, trying to shoo him towards the door but he doesn’t budge.

“Dean, I don’t want you to see me like this.” I say, rolling my eyes at his stubbornness.

“Y/N, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before if that’s what this is about..” he says, chuckling slightly before he sees the look on my face telling him silently to shut up.

“I’m just a fuck buddy, I don’t need you taking care of me and seeing me in this moment of weakness.” I mutter, my tone bitter a sentiment that I never would’ve confided in him, if I wasn’t half out of my mind with sickness. Or so I told myself.

His face falls, momentarily, confusion then taking over his features. His takes my hand in his own, stroking it gently with his thumb.

“Y/N, sweetheart. You’re not just a fuck buddy, you’re my best friend and I care about you a lot. Taking care of you while you’re sick doesn’t make you weak, it’s something you’d do for me. Something you have done for me.” He says, while his words are true, his use of best friend stings a bit. I knew it would never be anything more than that. I resign myself to accepting his help, nodding silently. He takes a step towards the bath and turns the water on, checking the temperature with his hand before filling the tub. He turns the light off in the bathroom, lighting the candle that I keep on the counter to provide a small source of less harsh light. An action that I appreciate and quietly thank him for doing. He nods, reaching to help me stand in order to take what little remaining clothing I have on, off.

His hands steady me gently, his fingers barely applying pressure to my skin, and helps me clamber into the tub. The warm water engulfs me and immediately begins to soothe my sore muscles. He tucks a folded towel behind my neck, giving me something to rest my head on and again, I thank him for his gentleness.

The ache in my muscles is improving, thanks to his actions. Yet the ache in my heart is growing, insatiable, the need for something more with this man unquenchable. I’ve had these feelings for him since we were teenagers, which I convinced myself that they would go away before adulthood. Yet they didn’t. The first time we slept together was after I got hurt on a hunt, emotions running extremely high. That’s what we chalked it up to, a bad choice in a moment of emotional weakness, Ouch.

The second time was after Sam died, before Deans deal with the crossroads demon. Another moment of emotional turmoil and weakness. Ouch, again.

The third time, was the night before the hellhounds came for him. My heart so empty and terrified for him, that I craved any kind of physical affection from him which he partially satisfied. The next day he was gone, I watched the hell hounds tear him to shreds, soul shatteringly devastating.

The fourth time and most recent, was after Dean came back from hell. We hadn’t talked about that one, but I chalked it up to me being the first woman he saw this side of hell. The first piece of ass he could get his hands on, and I was more than willing. My heart still broken from the time of him being gone. Sam had left me too, going off to try and bring Dean back but not wanting me to come along as I would “slow him down.”. Being with Dean after he came back from hell, felt different. But once again, my hopes were dashed when he apologized the morning after, telling me it shouldn’t have happened. Ouch.

I’m snapped out of my chain of thoughts by a cold wash cloth being pressed to my forehead, a straw held to my lips and two little red pills offered to me. I take the pills from him, accepting a sip of water to wash them down with before closing my eyes once more. I know Dean is near, but he’s quiet. I open one eye, glancing towards him and he’s sitting respectfully, with his back against the edge of the tub. Watching out for me, but respecting my privacy as much as he can. A gesture that pulls at my heart just that much more.

The words that leave my mouth next can only be explained by one thing, confusion and insanity caused by my fever. Or that’s what I’m telling myself, anyways.

“Dean?” I ask, lowering myself into the water a little more attempting to calm the chills racking my body. He hums in response, assuring me he’s still near.

“Why can’t you see how much I love you?” I ask him, my voice small. Almost quiet enough that I could convince myself I didn’t actually say it out loud for him to hear. That I didn’t just expose my heart completely on my sleeve for him to reject.

I can tell I’ve caught him off guard because he stiffens, his body language screaming run, flee, she’s insane. All of these things happen simultaneously and quickly. Yet the fear and anxiety of a ruined friendship is bubbling up inside of me.

“Forget it. Can you leave? I’ll be fine.” I say, closing off and moving to pull the shower curtain closed.

“What-wait Y/N.” He says, turning around to grab my wrist stopping me in my tracks. His eyes are locked on mine, questions swimming through his eyes but he’s not verbalizing them.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” he says, taking a breath to compose himself, I look away from him and staring at my knees, that I’ve pulled up to my chest. Here it is, the great let down. The I love you, but not like that. It’s me not you speech. The one I’ve had in my head a million times, convinced that I had no chance with him. But that’s not what leaves his mouth. “Stop that, look at me.” He reaches out, gently turning my face to look at him once again. His eyes never leaving my face, never wandering, his gaze unfaltering.

“I saw the way you act towards me, but I couldn’t get my hopes up to believe that it was love for me Y/N. I couldn’t bear losing our friendship by mistaking friendship for more than that. God, sweetheart, I love you more than I thought possible.” He says, his voice faltering towards the end, barely a whisper. I blink once, twice, three times before his words finally hit me. He loves me.

“When I came back from hell, you were the first person I wanted to see. You were the first thought on my mind, not Sammy. Maybe that makes me a terrible brother, but when I told him that he asked me why I hadn’t grown a pair and just told you. Y/N, you were never just a fuck buddy. It breaks my heart to hear you say that. I’ve wanted more since we were teenagers, but I was too much of a coward to seek that out. So I threw myself at other women, but none of them ever compared to you. Shit, please don’t cry sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He wipes away a tear from my face, a tear I didn’t realize had started to fall. I look back at him, watching him closely before I start laughing. He looks taken aback and concerned, unsure where my reaction is coming from.

“You’re- you’re telling me we could’ve been together for years by now? Why couldn’t I have had a fever induced feelings confession years ago? Hell, this is comical.” I say, still laughing softly. He laughs too, rolling his eyes, yet the smile forming on his face bringing a smile to my own.

“I love you, Dean, more than anything.” I say, resting my head on my knees once more, keeping it turned towards him so I can watch his expression. I shiver slightly, the water having cooled off since I got in. He notices and quickly drains the tub, helping me stand up and wrapping me in a towel. He lifts me out of the bath, his hands under my arms, before he pulls me straight into his chest. His arms wrapping tightly around me, holding me pressed against him. I melt into his embrace, hugging him back with all the strength I have at the moment.

“I love you, too, Y/N. More than anything.” He mimics, pressing a kiss to my temple before he tucks his finger beneath my chin and raises it, leaning down to press the most passionate kiss to my lips. My eyes fluttering closed, leaning into him and kissing him back. Conveying every hidden emotion I possibly can into this kiss.

“Dean, I’d love to stand here forever, I really would. But ‘m freezing here.” I mutter, beginning to shiver more violently. He chuckles, and begins to help me get dressed into the clothes that he had, unknown to me, laid out when I had first gotten into the tub.

“Back to bed with you.” He says, gently guiding me towards my disheveled sheets. Once I climb in, he shuts the curtains and turns off the lights in my room. He then walks towards my bed once again, shedding his jeans and T-shirt and climbs in next to me. His hands quickly find me, pulling me into his chest, tucking my head beneath his chin. His hands quickly coming to rest on different points of my body. One at the nape of my neck, working it’s way into my hair. The other, on my hip rubbing circles into my exposed skin. The feeling of closeness that this brings, is indescribable. The peace that over takes me, the relief that floods my thoughts. The emptiness this fills.

“‘M tired De. But I’m scared that this was just a fever dream, I don’t want it to be over when I wake up.” I mutter, my eyes already mostly closed. His touch lulling me into a sleep, much more peaceful that I thought possible with a fever running it’s course.

“Sleep, sweetheart. It’s not a dream, I’ll be here, I promise.” He whispers, pressing one more kiss to my forehead before I doze off, fully embracing the open arms of sleep.

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aphroditness · 1 year

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Could you do the "Girlboss Y/n" AU where the sleepover happens but could u add these:

The girls playing truth or dare and Wendy + Y/n have to kiss (Wendy x reader moment)

The guys secretly toilet paper the house before leaving while the girls are sleeping, and y/n catches them

Thank you !! :)

OMFG OF COURSE I WAS HOPING YOU'D ASK ABOUT THE SLEEPOVER !! (Also Wendy is my favourite character in south park so im really happy about this request </33)

!! REMINDER; All the characters in this AU are aged up: about 14-15

" Crash and bash ":

You were at Bebe's house, having a sleepover with your new friends that you made on just your first day of school. You were listening to music and dancing like crazy while stuffing your face with Godiva chocolates.

You heard the doorbell ring, and you went to open the door with permission. You peeked outside to see who it was, and opened it. The door was slammed open, almost hitting your head in the process. A bunch of boys from your school just barged into the house. Stan's friendgroup, Craig's, and a few other boys you've never heard of before.

Everyone was arguing with eachother on how the weekend was supposed to be for "girls only", but in shock, Bebe's mom allowed them to stay?! Seriously ..?

You were in the middle of playing with an ouija board and summoning the spirit of an victoria supermodel, but I guess that'll have to wait >:/ The boys got instantly bored and shoved the ouija board into one of the drawers nearby. They all gathered into a circle and started whining about how there were going to complain to Bebe's parents if they didnt play truth or dare with them. After what had happened with you and Eric, he wanted to get revenge by making you tell him your biggest secret to everybody in the sleepover, so he could blackmail her. It'd be his greatest plan yet.

The girls groaned in irritation. But you were already in the circle, excited to play truth or dare with your friends. Everyone gathered around and Kyle went first.

"So, Uh.. Y/n, truth or dare?" | "Oh! Dare pleasee!" | Alright, I dare you to-"

Eric instantly screamed out something at the top of his lungs. Without thinking, having the idea that it'd be funny as hell. But after he said it, he realized how fucked up his dare was.

"KISS WENDY!"

You and Wendy slowly turned your heads towards Eric, and wendy's face turned a blush pink. Your eyes fixated on Wendy, and there was a bit of romantic tension, and Stan definently noticed.

"Hey! I'm the one supposed to be making the dare, not you Cartman!" | "I- oh, I- SHUT UP KYLE IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER, just do the fuckin' dare you two!" | Eric tried brushing it off, but he was internally panicking. This wasn't his plan, why did he have to say that? What the heck was going on in his head when he said that?!

Wendy hesitated for a second, but she had to admit. You were gorgeous as hell. She looked away, and started playing with her fingers. You smiled a bit before leaning closer, and without hesitation, Wendy moved forward instantly. Your first kiss being taken away by your best friend.

Wendy was definitely feeling some bisexual thoughts 🤭

After you both let go of the kiss, You were gasping for air because Wendy wouldn't let go of you that easily. Stan was literally about to faint so Kyle had to hold him in place. And Cartman was having very mixed feelings about this. Should he be proud? Or disgusted?

"What the hell."

You smiled at Eric, then turned to Wendy to wink at her, her eyes widened in shock. She grinned back at you as a reply. OOO sew rewmenticc

The rest of the night having the boys over was hell for you and the girls. They wouldn't stop screaming and throwing pillows at you. You got really sick n' tired until you got off of Bebe's bed, and flung a HUGE pillow at Eric. HE FELL DOWN HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Before he got up, Clyde yelled "PILLOW FIGHT!" and pillows/blankets were being thrown everywhere 2 seconds after he announced that. Im not even joking, Craig counted.

Since boys aren't allowed in a "girls only" sleepover (obvi), they had to leave so you could get some rest with your bestays. Before the guys left, you saw something peeking through their sleeping bags. Bebe closed the blinds and locked the doors, but you kept an eye on outside. You could see Butters pull something out of the sleeping bag.

Toilet paper, really?

You slammed the door open, and gave the immature teenagers a death glare, Eric was too busy toilet-papering Bebe's tree until 2 minutes later he finally noticed. He instantly told everybody to; "flee the scene".

"HAHAH! Guys, guys! look, I rubbed my butt on the toilet paper and threw it on the tree! did you see that?! Did y-" ...

"Oh ... RUNNNNNNNN!"

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electraslight · 2 years

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I care about ur Bevin headcannon I would love to hear

YES i finally get to yell abt these two, its my fav ship in the series idk why people arent more into it. Fanart is supplied as usual and i have some evidence-ey screenshots under the cut, mostly bc i want to share them w SOMEONE other than my friend blue. Enjoy my ramblings

-kevin is dating both ben and gwen, gwen and his relationship being a lot more outward and public and ben a more private relationship, they only ever kiss or hold hands when its just the two of them or (rarely) when gwen is around, partially bc of bens fame and his own hangups about liking men and partially bc when they are romantic they r extremely vulnerable with each other and thats the sort of thing they wouldnt want anyone else to see.

-(quoting from a discord dm w my friend) ben and kevin violence is something that if u saw it in a painting or a movie it would be rly profound and aweinspiring. in real life its also the same, but it feels so much like intruding when ur actually watchingbc kevin and ben have all their emotions about each other in v short bursts, theyll bottle them up 4 an extended period of time and then have som e massive cataclysmic event when it bubbles to the surface. there r literally no continual emotional moments between them like kevin and gwen who have contunious small emotions abt each other, kevin and ben will hang out 4 months at a time and then one day just start hitting each other, which is in a way a part of the romance

-in omniverse theres a scene where its shown that 12 year old kevin is in possession of a photo of ben that is suspiciously well worn, it has rips and stains and has been crumpled up and refolded a couple times. I like to think he kept that photo, whether to use as a beacon of hate or chew on and cry who knows.

-ben and kevin dont give a shit about what form the other takes, the only time ben has ever blushed about a guy is when mutant kevin grabbed him in the rooters arc and kevin is around alien versions of ben every day and doesnt bat an eye. This is why i think that once kevin and ben get together kevin makes a game about kissing all of his aliens (indiscriminatley. Even if they dont have mouths) he makes a scoring system and writes reviews on how good the experience was in glitter gel pen and makes a ranking list of his favorites. Stinkfly sweeps the vote, shocking everybody. Ben would rank kissing kevins mutations but only 2 out of 5 would even consider it before turning him into pink mist so he just sticks with what he knows.

- ben and kevin get married when theyre older and gwen stays in girlfriend status (mostly bc she knows that ben has a much shorter lifespan than her and kevin and she wants to give him the happiest time she can while hes still there) and they all live in a mansion the size of the white house. Kai comes by once a month to keep kenny happy (he still thinks shes his bio mom even after theyve told him multiple times she was just a donor. Gwen says he gets his delusions from ben). Ben and kevin like to sit on the 500 foot long porch and throw rocks at passerby and snuggle. Kevin is so happy he giggles mindlessly to himself in public, scaring strangers. He tries to get them to look at pictures of his family but this only further creeps them out.

-kevin finds the most random shit ben does extremely charming. hed look at him picking his boogers and eating them and he thinks in his head i need this guy so much. ben finishes a rubix cube not even very fast and kevins like wow. cool. do you like emos.ben is charmed by kevin in the same way. he sees kevin use the toilet brush to scratch an itch on his back and hes like fuck oh fuck oh fuck

I have more i prommy i just cant think of them rn, i will make more if im able. 4 now please have my collection of bevin screenshots under the cut. Spread the word my disciples. fair warning there are a lot

#ben 10 #ben tennyson #ben 10 omniverse #ben 10 alien force #kevin levin #ben 10 ultimate alien #ben 10 classic #ben 10 uaf #ben ten #bevin #ben 10 headcannon

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mikeyelistsukasa · 2 years

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Hi friend!! U also know why i’m here lol!

May I request Hanako and Tsukasa with a chill s/o?? Like, s/o has this calm, comforting aura around them. S/o is also very observant about her surroundings and always knows how to resolve difficult situations, but always play dumb and keep quiet about what she has seen and what she knows.

Thank u!! <33

Hehe i gotchu FIRST REQUEST LETS GO WOOHOO

Tsukasa and Hanako with a calm darling

He loves your calmness so much!

Though he is a bit annoyed that you don’t get easily flustered like Kou or easily annoyed by cleaning toilets like Yashiro >:T

He opened up to you at least once if not more because Number 1. you can somehow always tell if he is let down.and Number 2. you’re just so good at comforting that he can’t say no to that!

Is relieved that you get along with everyone especially with his Friends.

Would probably try to learn your facial expressions so that if you are in a bad mood he could also comfort you.

Man this boy was scared for your life when you guys went to a mission for the first time

He was so shocked to see you handling the situation THAT CALMLY and even knowing what to do as if its not the first time your doing this like-?????

Definitely praised you for your good job (and probably a bit of a teasing by saying your some kind on NPC)

Overall is very glad that he doesn’t need to worry for your safety that much

though there are some times where you worry him by pretending to not know the most simple things👀

This boy…when he first saw you he thought you are Sakura‘s sibling or something

But then quickly realized you aren’t because you show a lot more happiness than Sakura :D

Is also the type to be a bit annoyed that its hard to fluster you. But later on he takes it as a challenge to make you flustered.

Is happy that you didn’t show any fear when he asked you if you wanted to see how a mokke looked from the inside <3 (coughcough you declined his „nice“ offer though coughcough)

Loves to give you suprise hugs! Mostly just to be able to catch a scared expression from you.(spoiler alert: it never worked)

Its hard to have secrets from this guy because he is 24/7 attached to you

So if you think you can hide your sadness from a big issue like bullying or abuse well then…

Ur wrong <3

„Tsukasa please it’s nothing i can handle such thing by myself“ „hmm…okay! If ya say so ^^“ for a second even you were taken back by him agreeing but then you figure it out after seeing a missing poster of the child that bullied you on your way to school.

Totally tried to convince you that its just a coincidence so you just brushed it off.

Woohooo That was fun!

I tried my best so hope i left you satisfied <]

#tbhk x reader #tbhk tsukasa #tsukasa x reader #hanako x reader #tbhk hanako

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lost-jams · 1 year

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Hello there

pairing — jimin x female reader

genre — fluff (with a bit of sexual stuffs huhu)

::If I was given the choice to re-live my life, well I dont think I would make any choices that would differ from the previous ones...because all of them led me to you::

I look myself over one more time in the mirror. I used to wear my hair above the shoulders with edgy bangs, but it's grown a lot in the last couple of years. And not without reason. I brush my fingers through the long, dark strands of hair that I've trained to cover most of the left side of my face. I pull the sleeve of my left arm down to my wrist and then pull the collar up to cover most of my neck. The scars are barely visible like this, and I can actually stomach looking at myself in the mirror. I used to think I was pretty. But hair and clothes can only cover up so much now. I hear a toilet flush, so I turn quickly and make my way to the door before the woman can exit the stall. I do what I can to avoid people most of the time, and not because I'm afraid they'll stare at my scars. I avoid them because they don't stare.

The second people notice me, they look away just as fast, because they're afraid to appear rude or judgmental. Just once it would be nice if someone looked me in the eyes and held my stare. It's been so long since that's happened. I hate to admit that I miss the attention I used to get, but I do. I exit the bathroom and head back toward the booth, disappointed to still see the back of my father's head. I was hoping he would have had some kind of emergency and been required to leave while I was in the restroom. It's sad that I'd rather be greeted by an empty booth than by my own father. The thought almost makes me frown, but I'm suddenly sidetracked by the guy seated in the booth I'm about to walk past. I don't usually notice people, considering they do everything in their power to avoid eye contact with me. However, this guy's eyes are intense, curious and staring straight at me. My first thought when I see him is, "If only... this were two years ago."

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Its happening again...they are fighting again sighing i look at my mirror "ugh...i need a hair cut" grabbing my car keys I jogged towards the front door, silence...perhaps they finally noticed me "I'll be back in awhile" i told them while putting on my shoes. " Eat something before heading out, come" i finally looked towards my mother, her eyes they are red...so was my fathers, Are they finally letting themselves go? maybe. "No im not hungry" i opened the door.

Would my present be different if i lisened to my mother? Do i want things to be different?

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I want to break out in a sprintin order to get his eyes off me, or if I should walk in slowmotion so I can soak up the attention.His body shifts as I begin to pass him, and his stare becomestoo much all of a sudden. Too invasive. I feel my cheeks flushand my skin tingle, so I look down at my feet and allow myhair to fall in front of my face. I even pull a strand of it intomy mouth in order to block more of his view.

Just a fewmoments ago, I was thinking about how much I miss beingstared at, but now that it's happening, I just want him to lookaway.Right before he's out of my peripheral vision, I cut my eyesin his direction and catch a ghost of a smile. Maybe he didnt see my scars...

It annoys me that I even think this way. I used to notbe this girl. I used to be confident, but i guess the accident broke every ounce of my self-esteem. I've tried getting it back, butit's hard to believe someone could ever find me attractivewhen I can't even look at myself in the mirror. Ugh.

"As i was saying, I think u should organise a fan meet and stop being an annonymous writer, people want to see u" i tear my eyes from my father to the coffee sitting on my table untouched. "I'm not ready" i heard a sigh. "it has been two years" i shiffted on my sit uncomfortable...my fathers hand reached out to me grabbing the sides of my face, they were so warm. "take as much time u need...im here" nodding m head i smiled but i dont know why i felt so heavy in my heart...it was so heavy. "i think i have an idea for my new poetry" believe me or not but the only good thing after the accident happening to me was me becoming a writer, I didnt know what came in me one day i decided to write a poetry and publish it and it became a best seller.

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I should've slept last night i cant think straight, was this always the road i took, God i swear sleep-deprived driving is far worse then drunk driving, I feel my eyes closing...I try to keep them open I see a little girl crossing the road and........CRASH............

blood...everywhere whats going on?

HELP I CANT MOVE...SOMEONE HELP

i want to scream but nothing comes out is it the end

i hear footsteps with sirens...am i getting help?

please help me...I want to live

i feel someone pulling me out of the car, i feel his hand on my neck, he was slapping my cheeks....i wanted to open my eyes to make sure the girl was ok, was she ok? is she alive? what happened i dont remember....

beep......beeep...beep....

My eyelids feel so heavy, i wanna sleep if i open my eyes i have to face the consequences im not ready but i dont wanna die away...Looking arround i see my father on the right side of my bed, Why cant i open my left eye, i try to get up...im covered in bandages, funny i cant feel any pain, im glad im alive.

"Dad" whisperring i poke his hand, he jolts up. Did he not sleep for a week? "U look terrible" he looks like he'll cry any moment now. "You should look at yourself first" how bad can it be?

A week passed by there was no sign of my mother, I was told i hit a pole and the girl lived, i remember her face, she was preety cute. My father says my mother left, i didnt expect much from her but a visit wouldnt hurt right? I just hope my wounds heal faster its super itchy...

A month passed by, its just me and my father we are on our way to my physical therapist so that i can walk again and i dont have to use this stupid wheelchair

We were in the waiting room...whispers...they were whispering about me, poor girl she must be on so much pain. The left side looks so bad. Can't these people tell i can hear them, i opened my ponytail heaving a sigh. i feel heavy...

My therapist told me i should write down my feeling, so....

Whenever the clouds of pain and sadness loomed.

Whenever tears came till the eyelashes,

Whenever this lonely heart got scared,I told my heart, Oh Heart, why do you cry?This is what happens in this world

This deep silence the world has distributed it to everyone, Some sadness is a part of everyone's life, Some sunshine is a part of everyone's life, Your eyes are wet without any reason, Every second is a new season Why do you let go of such priceless moments? Oh Heart, why do you cry?

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"Anyways, we have a meeting with our illustrator this friday be ready" i hum while finishing my coffee. "we should head back" my father said grabbing his things. I hurriedly looked for the guy...just a last glance...he was gone.

Friday came, he is late I took his profile out, Park Jimin....it baffles me that my supposed illustrator gave no picture how will I even recognise him, good thing my father knows this guy, sighing I put my head down...i hate headaches so much...

"Sorry im late" I hear nervous chuckles "you know morning traffics" I look up ITS HIM...THE GUY...ITS HIM... I see the corner of his lips turn upwards, was it me or he was smirking...My father went straight into buisness, everything was so blur, i was just staring at his face, he is beautiful.

He says he has been an illustrator for five years straight, my father seems preety convinced by him, so am i.. If i were to compare the beauty of him and his work, his work wins scoring a homerun for sure. It speaks with such depth that you want to drown in it.

He shook hands with my father, coming right infront of me he offers me his hand...i take it, I feel his thumb brushing against the surface of my skin. Will it be weird to say that i felt excited? I didnt know i was hold my breath till I was inside the car. "I like him" my father utters "Same" I feel my cheeks flushing. I think i might have been single for a while now...

"Are you always like this, flirting with whoever u want?" Jimin snapped his head back to u "I saw u, winking at the waitress" He bit his lower lip...i want to bite it too..his eyes threw a mischivious smile at me, there is something about his eyes, I cant put a finger on it. " Why...you jealous?" i scoffed at that, yes..."why would i be jealous?" chuckling he put his hand on his chest " ouch...i wanted u to be" why would he? "Girls like you are not made for flirting ... they are made for love"

Days passed I was struggling to write, there was something bugging me and the fact that Im alone right now is more depressing, AAAAAA I want to scream, will i have my periods soon? maybe but why am I tearing up there is no reason, God i hate mood swings.

Alchohol...this thing is a fools gold, you know its bad for u but u cant help but have it...and it also turns u into a fool. Why u ask? because only a fool will ask someone to drop by to their house in the middle of the night. With what reason? because they feel lonely. And here i was contemplating what i should say to the person infront of me.

"Would u like a drink?" he narrows his eyes at me "you are lonely" fuck...i dont look a him in the eye. i clear my throat " I just wanted to discuss about..uhh" he puts his head on his hands which is supported by the table as he leans in " Wanna go out?" One look from me was enough for him to take a hold of my hand and drag me outside. Was he always taller then me? I pulled him back "Its late" i smiled at him. "Do u paint?"

And here we are infront of his house, because he thought it'll be great to have a painting date in the middle of the night. Was it a date though? It felt like it. I was sitting infront of a canvas processing what was happening. His Art room reminds me a art museum, paintings everywhere, i dont know what an art museum looks like but i think i got a gist of it. "May i paint u?" Shock was written on my face, insecurities filling me in "I-"

He puts one finger on my lips and he pushes the hair away from my forehead, running hisfingers through it until it's no longer hanging in my face. "Youwear your hair like you do because you don't want people tosee too much of you. You wear long sleeves and collared shirtsbecause you think it helps. But it doesn't." I feel like i might cry. I feel his fingertips graze my jaw and I flinch. "You havethe most incredible bone structure, and I know that's a weirdcompliment, but it's true." His fingers leave my jaw and trailup my chin until he's touching my mouth. "And your lips.Men stare at them because they want to know what they tastelike, and women stare at them out of jealousy because if theyhad lips the color of yours, they'd never have to buy lipstickagain."

His forehead is resting against mine, and I can feel hisbreath crashing against my lips. Jimin steps forward and wraps his arms around me.Everything about him is comforting and warm and I have noidea how to respond. One of his hands meets the back of myhead and he presses my face against his chest.

few days passed by since that day, I decided to put my hair up in a ponytail. My neck it looks nice, i like how it looks...i love it. I get down for breakfast, i smelled pancakes my father turns arround with a plate delight crosses his face when he saw me. "you look good" I didnt know what was this feeling but it surely feels very light, exciting and comforting . I think I know what to write...

The moment seems to flow like a molten sapphire and there's deep blue silence, Neither there is earth below, nor sky above, The rustling branches, leaves are saying that only you are here, Only me, my breath and my heartbeat, Such deepness, such loneliness and me...only me, It all makes me believe in my existence.

There was a girl drowning, but she had a smile on her face, the illustration did match my writing. neighther there is earth below, nor the sky above. smart move Mr Park. My poem got selected for the top ten poems of the year. There were incoming calls of congratutions but I was waiting for a certain person. Without wasting another second i called him "Hello?" i sucked in a long breath "you can paint me"

Fuck....fuck...FUCKKKKK, I am crazy very very very crazy WHO SAYS THAT, YOU CAN PAINT ME WTFFFFFFF. Standing infront of his building i was rethinking my decision, but it was too late UGHHHHHH i rang the door bell.

His stares, i remember them, so intense I wonder why, is it because of his profession? his eye shape? or is it just him? "I like you" shit...he stands up which makes me stand up he takestwo quick steps toward me until his hands are in my hair andhis mouth is on mine. He backs me against the wall and his hands and chest andlips are pressed hungrily against mine. He's gripping my facelike he's afraid to let go and I'm fighting for breath becauseit's been so long since I've kissed anyone, I think I may haveforgotten how to do it right. As soon as a whimper leaves my mouth, he's pressing meharder against the wall. His left hand is caressing my cheekand his right hand is gripping me by the waist, pulling meagainst him.

I feel Jimin's arms wrap around me . He rests hischin on my shoulder. "You having second thoughts?"I shake my head. I'm nervous, but I'm definitely not havingsecond thoughts. Yet."Good "

"Im leaving for the airport in two hours, i agreed for the fan meet" i pause to look at him, he is smiling, im happy that he is smiling, " do you want me to drive u?" oh no...my dad he is driving me ." Uhh my dad...he-''. Dissapointment runs across is face, and i needed to leave now, I DONT WANNA GOOOO. He looked so precious looking like a sad puppy, did i ever mention anything about his chubby cheeks THEY LOOK SO FLUFFY NOW THAT MAKE ME WANT TO BITE INTO IT. control..y/n...control.

He stepsback, releasing me. "I should have taken you to the airport andthen as soon as you got to security, I could have dramaticallycalled out your name and run toward you in slow motion." Hemimics the scene in slow motion, moving in place as hereaches an arm out toward me. "Y/NNNNNNNNNNNN," he says in along, drawn-out voice. "Dooon't Leeeave Meeeee!"I'mlaughing hard when he stops acting out the scene and wrapshis arms around my waist again. "I need to go now"

My father grabs our suitcases and head inside withnot much time to spare before our flight. The airport is stillbuzzing despite it being so late at night. we print my boarding pass,check our luggage, and make our way to security.I try not to think about what I'm doing. How am I going to talk to people I dont know with my amazing social skills. The thought of it makes me want tocall a cab and go straight back to my apartment, but I can't.I have to do this.

"Y/NNNNNNNNNN"

My eyes flick open.I turn around and Jimin is standing at the revolving door. Hebegins running toward me.In slow motion.I cover my mouth with my hand and try not to laugh as heslowly stretches out an arm like he's reaching out for me. He'syelling, "Doooon't goooo yeeeet!" as he moves slowlythrough the crowd of people.People from all directions stop to see what the commotion isall about. I want to dig myself a hole and hide but I'mlaughing too hard to care about how embarrassing this is.What in the world is he doing?When he finally reaches me after what seems like forever, ahuge grin spreads across his face soon he presses his lips with mine.

I looked at my father, he's too surprised to even react. The room feels like it's spinning, so I suck in a huge rush ofair and try not to sway. "I forgot to say I like u too" with that he begins to walk backward and I'm aware of everyone in ourvicinity staring at us, but I can't help but not give a shit. Rightbefore he reaches the revolving door, he cups his hands aroundhis mouth and yells "YOU BETTER NOT GHOST ME AFTER U COME BACK"

I don't think I've ever smiled so big. I lift a hand and wavegoodbye as he disappears. "I like him" I look towards my father. "So do I". Going back to the question that i asked myself Would my present be different if i lisened to my mother? Do i want things to be different? I think i like it this way, Everything happens for a reason, you just need to give it a little time for it to fall on the right track anyways I am loving it for now and im living it aswell...

If you have eagerness in your heart, it means you are alive, If your eyes are filled with dreams, it means you are alive Learn to be free like the wind, Learn to flow freely like the river, Embrace every moment with open arms, See a new horizon every time with your eyes, If you carry surprise in your eyes, it means you are alive, If you have eagerness in your heart, it means you are alive.

And the story continies....

Heyyy I hope you liked the story, feel free to give your opinion on it, this story was inspired by a novel I read on my early teen days, kinda didnt like the way it ended so I made up my own version of it,

Happy reading.

ps: its kinda my first time [HELP (T_T) ]

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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Hi! So I saw ur post about the wipask game thingy and I was wondering if u could plz give us a snippet of the tangerine x drunken reader story called watch your step, that one caught my eye! Anyways thank you! :)

hii!! thank you for being interested, id love to

so firstly, right now I just have a couple ideas jotted down:

- Im not sure if this a British thing, but we sometimes use swears lovingly. so I was planning on doing that (ie- “what you doing that for, you knob?”) but it’ll never be out of malice, I feel like he says it bc he cares😭 think that makes sense

- and I have another idea he’s brushing her teeth while she sits on the toilet lid, and he says a similar thing to the one above. but before that the manages to get her to cooperate, he says: “I’m not waking up in the morning and smelling your shitbreath. Teeth.” but again, it’s very loving and never used in anger

- I did have one more idea, as it’s going to be called watch your step, at the beginning it’s going to tie into that. maybe reader trips on a little step by the front door or something

- also him being a good caring boyf obviously

but im pretty excited to write this one, I have these ideas and I want to make them make sense together

I was also planning on starting this one today, so it should hopefully be up sometime

💌

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luveline · 2 years

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can i pls request james and drunk reader who falls over and cuts up her knees? him being doting and worried? thank u 🌷🌷

hi tysm for ur request i made this as a continuation of my first james x drunk!reader but i dont think you need to read it to understand, hope its okay! xoxo

At first, James is just pleased to see you. You're smiling and glass eyed, obviously intoxicated but giggling something sweet anyways. The last time he'd seen you this drunk you'd been sobbing in somebody's kitchen - this is a nice contrast.

"Sweetheart!" he says quickly, trying to gather your attention from across the room.

Your head picks up like a puppy called to attention. He melts.

"James!" you cheer, weaving past people much less drunk than you with much more expertise.

When you reach him you trip, and he has to grab your arms more cruelly than he ever wants to in order to keep you upright. You look dizzy and then don't, staring up into his face with determination.

"We're friends," you say.

His heart drops. "Of course."

"Yes! Because you said you'd be my friend. So we are friends now."

He takes a second to realise you're talking about the last time you'd met. He'd thought you were sleeping, laid out on the floor covered in dog spit and mascara streaks, when he'd offered to be your friend.

"I did say that," he's talking carefully, enunciating, "I did."

He seems to have friendzoned himself.

"Right! We're friends. This is so fun. Wanna come outside in the garden with me? S'where all the cool kids hang."

"Sure, bub, whatever you want."

You drag him out by the hand and he flexes his fingers in yours, hypnotised. The garden is decidedly abandoned. "The cool kids, huh?" he mutters to himself.

You lead him to the steps and sit down quickly, so quickly he worries at first that you've fallen.

"Headrush," you say, laughing breathily. You're bent over yourself, almost sandwiched in half.

He sets down beside you, crossing his legs as he goes. You breath deeply.

"Nauseous?" he asks.

"Smells nice. Like lavender."

He takes a deep breath in imitation, finds his eyes closing too as lavender and cress and something fresh washes over him. He hears you shifting, hears a small intake of breath that doesn't sound right.

"If you feel sick, that's okay, we can- Oh my god." James opens his eyes. Your knees are scraped to bits, weeping furious crimson and already bruising. "When did you do that?"

"What?" you ask.

"Your legs, your knees. Sweetheart," he starts chidingly.

"Oh!" you interrupt him, flapping your hands. "Fell over."

He worries for you, then, not just your current state but how you seem to view yourself and your body in general, how flippant you are about it.

He holds his hand out. You push your ankles out and lift your skirt up to your thighs. He hates himself for that awful spike of excitement and keeps his eyes resolutely on your knees, quickly reminded of your grievous injuries.

He presses the edge of his thumb to the biggest bruise, brushes dry blood from your scratches. You don't even flinch. His eyes flit to your face in case he's hurting you but you're completely unaffected. In fact, you're quite peaceful.

"They don't hurt?" he murmurs, eyebrows furrowed.

"I- James, I think I'm much too drunk to feel it," you confess sheepishly.

He chuckles and nods to himself. Of course you are. He raises one eyebrow. "Well, they're awful."

"Amputation?"

He laughs again, startled at your humour. "Infection at worst, I'd say." He squeezes just above your broken skin, watches in delight as your face turns to a pleased shyness.

"Let me clean them up?" he asks.

You nod wordlessly and he stands, offering you his hand. You push your fingers over his palm slowly. He pulls you up, leads your wobbly legs to the bathroom to dab your cuts with a warm flannel and wrap them with gauze. You babble the whole while, sitting atop the toilet seat. It might as well be a podium, a throne - you look like a princess. Flushed by drink, eyes wide, smile soft and earnest.

"Thanks, James," you say when he's done, relatively quietly.

"You're welcome." He holds his hands over your bandages. "How did you fall over?"

"Slipped."

"Yeah? By yourself?"

"Mm. I went out for air 'cos it got really fast, and- oh, look," you dart forward. He flinches but you're only going for an eyelash on his face, pressing the tip of your finger to his cheek and procuring it proudly.

"Make a wish," you say, and wait patiently for him to do so.

He wonders if this is a good idea or not, even as he says it. "Can I give you my phone number?"

You blow the eyelash and grin. "Didn't need to waste a wish for that one," you say lightly, tilting your head to one side. "Woulda said yes."

And he tries to explain, tell you it's a matter of safety, because you're friends now, and you keep getting fucked up with your shitty friends who can't be bothered to look out for you, and maybe you're a little irresponsible yourself. He doesn't mind - thinks back to every bit of kindness and love you've shown him.

You have a nice smile, you'd said to him once, tears running down your cheeks.

In the end he doesn't bother explaining. You get your phone from your pocket with surprisingly deft fingers and shove it into his hand. "Put your number in that bad boy. Please," you say excitedly.

He types his first and then last name, his number underneath. You take it from him like your phone is made of diamond and fiddle with the buttons. He watches fondly, surprised by a blinding white flash from nowhere.

"There," you show him your screen, "look at that! You're so pretty."

He presses his forehead to your knees in a moment of weakness and almost passes out when your fingers find his hair.

"Your wish came true so quickly, I wonder when I get mine," you muse.

"What's your wish?" he asks weakly.

"I'm so hungry. I want pizza bad."

"You're hungry?" he asks, pushing up, chin hovering over your skin. You push dark tresses from his face absentmindedly. "I'll make you something."

"Would you?"

"'Course."

Your fingers still. He thinks maybe you're more tipsy than drunk in that moment, as a thoughtful look crosses your features.

"Looks like we both get our wish," you say quietly.

He grins. "Looks like we do. Let's get some carbs in you, sweet thing."

#james potter fic #james potter #marauders era #marauders #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter fluff #james potter blurb #james potter drabble

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goldengoddess · 3 years

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being married to kaz brekker headcanons

request: hi! could you do being married to kaz brekker headcanons? i absolutely love your writing btw!

a/n: omg thank u so much! and yes!! domestic kaz i absolutely love this he deserves this happy ending

no one would ever expect that being married to kaz brekker would be easy

they’d expect constant threats

mortal danger

constant illegal activity

and they’d only be partially correct

being married to kaz brekker was like getting a new adventure every day

and sometimes that adventure wasn’t illegal

a lot of the times it was though

sometimes the adventure was taking a walk through a forest and reaching a meadow filled with sunflowers

kaz would hold your hand

finally at ease, away from the business of ketterdam

he’d lead you through the maze of flowers until you found a clearing

and then the two of you would sit in the sun for hours

talking about anything or sitting silently in each other’s company

because you two were married and there was nothing more important than the other

there was no underlying plan kaz needed to figure out

there was just you and the smell of the grass

“you are it for me” he would say to you and to the flowers

after you first got married, the two of you stayed in ketterdam

you’d bought an apartment away from the slat and the crow club, because it was meant to be a new space for the two of you

you lived right next to the best coffee shop in town

so whichever of the two of you woke up first would make the short trek to the shop and pick up your regular orders

always a tall black coffee for kaz

mornings were blissful

regulars at a coffee shop

the quiet of your own space

the smiles the two of you could share privately

but then the perfect bubble would be broken

and kaz would jump head first into the dangerous streets of the city

and he’d almost always come back hurt or annoyed or in a foul mood

which usually meant he’d distance himself in fear of taking it out on you

this almost never worked because you’d gotten pretty used to dealing with kaz in a way that left the two of you happy

and you’d annoy him with random facts about your day until he’d talk to you

“and then this afternoon i was talking to nina about-”

“okay okay y/n please let’s talk about something else no more nina stories, i know too much about her as it is”

so even though ketterdam was your home and kaz’s

after a few years the two of you moved to the country side, only an hour from ketterdam but still far enough away that it felt like your own little world

kaz would make a weekly trip to the city to check on things but you were his priority

finding peace for once was his priority

you and kaz had known each other for years

so even though some days physical contact was hard, you had helped him get to a place that touching was normal between the two of you

the best thing about married life was waking up next to kaz

being able to turn around in the morning and wake up to his face

his arm thrown over your waist

his mouth slightly parted

and you’d wait until the woke up to see him realize you were next to him and see how his smile took over his face

“it’s creepy that you watch me sleep y/n”

“i can’t help it, my husband it gorgeous”

living together

being married to each other

obviously came with bickering

little fights about leaving the door unlocked

or forgetting to add toilet paper to the grocery list

but those fights ended in mumbled apologizes and frantic kisses and lots and lots of giggling into each other’s mouths

both of you had a bad habit of fidgeting with your wedding rings

the matching gold bands were a total comfort item for the two of you

every time you were anxious you twisted it around your finger until kaz came and held your hands still

and every time kaz watched you do something totally mundane that made him fall in love all over again he’d rub the wedding band as a reminder of how lucky he got

inside the bands, the others initials were carved in

but in your band the words ‘yours forever” were also added

even though the two of you now lived your happy domestic lives

trying out new cake recipes and having lazy sundays together

kaz brekker was still the dirty hands you had fallen in love with back at the barrel

and sometimes he needed to get his hands dirty

once every couple of months he’d come back to the house

his lip torn and his limp worse then usual, his shirt covered in what you prayed was someone else’s blood

you’d sit him on the counter and stand between his legs, disinfecting any cuts

“sorry” he’d mumble

as if he had anything to be sorry for

“you have nothing to be sorry for. i love all versions and parts of you. as long as you come back home in one piece you don’t have to apologize to me ever”

kaz still couldn’t understand how you were able to love the version of him that did anything to survive

being married comes with certain questions

those questions mostly coming from jesper fahey himself

“so, kaz, y/n, the favorite couple of ketterdam, when can we expect little kaz’s running around?”

wylan would slap his own forehead in utter disappointment of his husbands inappropriate questions

the two of them had a little girl they had adopted a few years back

and you loved her to death

and though kaz was much more reluctant to hold the little girl and kiss her

you’d once heard him telling her that he would hurt anyone that ever threatened her

he was her uncle and godfather after all

you always blushed at jesper’s questions about children

brushing off the comment

not bringing it up again

but one night, after spending the day with wylan and jesper

kaz whispered, “we could be parents”

you turned to him ready to find a ‘just kidding’ look on his face

but he had been staring at the ceiling

total seriousness

“do you want to be a dad?”

he had nodded his head, still not looking at you

“then you’ll be a dad”

his head had snapped your way and his smile made everything the two of you had ever suffered through worth it

“i want a son” he had laughed into the crook of your neck after showering your face with kisses

you scoffed teasingly, “and if i want a girl?”

being married to kaz was beautiful

and even though kaz couldn’t see it

this is what he deserved

this peace and domestic happiness

and the promise of a future with you

#Kaz Brekker #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker imagine #six of crows #six of crows imagine #shadow and bone #soc #Grishaverse #grisha #inej gahfa #matthias helvar #nina zenik #darkling #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #goldengodess

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jungwonenthusiast · 3 years

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hihi! so i really want a jealous jake oneshot. like reader is talking to her ex boyfriend and being touch with him and it pisses jake off, then he gets her alone and punishes her? tysm! also remember to take care of yourself, eat well! i love you <33 ^^

A/N: thank you for your request! And thank u for ur sweet messages! I love you too <3 (sorry if there's any spelling or grammar mistakes)

Warning: jake kinda being a dick, fingering, unprotected sex, degredation, a lot of begging lol

Word count: 1.3k

“Yeah, I’ve been doing good, how about you?” you ask him.

“That’s good, so have I. I’ve been kind of worried about you.” he says.

You cock your head. “Why?”

“I don’t know, I just… care about you.” he says sheepishly and you smile.

“What have you been up to?” you ask and he takes a step closer to you.

“Same old. Practicing, performing.” he says and you notice how close he is to you. If he took another step you’d be chest to chest.

“Hey Yeonjun.” Jake says in a questioning tone.

“Oh hey man,” he holds a hand out. “What’s up?”

Jake daps him up. “Nothing much, what were you guys doing?”

“Just catching up.” Yeonjun says and tugs at your top. “This is cute, your boyfriend get it for you?”

Jake sneers and grabs your hand, pulling you away. “You guys can catch up some other time.”

“See ya.” Yeonjun calls out.

Jake leads you into a spare room and locks the door.

“What’s wrong?” you ask and he scoffs.

“What’s wrong? Why were you talking to that guy?” he crosses his arms. His cheeks are flushed and he keeps pushing his tongue against his cheek.

“He came up to me, I’m not gonna be rude and ignore him.” you frown.

“Why were you being all friendly with him?”

“Because I’m not a bitch?” you raise your eyebrows at him. “What’s your fucking deal? Why are you being crazy?”

“I’m being crazy?” he points to his chest.

“Yes you are.” you nod.

He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“I thought you trusted me Jake.” you say solemnly.

“I do, I do, I just…” he pauses before coming up to you and kissing you hard.

You don’t hesitate to open your mouth and get his tongue against yours.

You had to admit, he’s pretty hot when he’s angry.

He picks you up and sits you down onto the table, running his hands all your waist and back.

He trails his hands from your face all the way down to your hips. “All of this, all of you, is mine.”

He peppers kisses from your cheeks to your neck, humming a small “mine” in between each one.

Your breathing becomes labored as wetness begins to pool in your jeans. You lift your hips, trying to que what you need and Jake scoffs.

“You really think you’re gonna get it that easy?” He pulls the collar of your shirt down and plants open mouthed kisses on all the skin he can reach.

You tugs at his jacket. “Please?” you say quietly.

“Sorry princess, you should’ve thought about this before being all sweet with your ex.” he lays you down and pushes your shirt up, sucking small hickies onto your stomach. You run your hands through his hair as he does so.

“Please please please?” you whisper. “Please I need it.”

He kisses you right at the button of your jeans and looks up at you with a small smirk.

He tugs at the waistbands and gives you a short kiss. “Do you really want it that bad?”

You nod eagerly and he smiles.

“Such a desperate slut.” he tugs your jeans off and throws them to the floor.

Jake leans over you and kisses your jaw. “So desperate that you’d go to Yeonjun, huh?”

You shake your head and he tugs your head back.

“Don’t lie princess.” he slips his hand into your underwear. “Tell me why you were talking to him.”

“Because- because I needed you, but you were busy.” you stutter and he gently circles your clit.

“You really couldn’t wait an hour?” He gives you fake sympathy. “My poor baby.”

You whimper and he gives you a sweet kiss.

“You’re so wet already. All from me being mean to you?” he asks and you nod bashfully.

He slowly pushes one finger into you and your hips lift. He smirks.

“More please.” you whine and he graciously complies.

“My sweet girl loves taking my fingers don’t you?” he asks teasingly.

“Feels so good.” you whimper as he pumps in and out of you.

You reach down to rub your clit and he smiles.

“So needy.” he whispers.

“Please fuck me, I need more.” you look him in the eyes. They’re dark and lustful, but still sparkly and in awe of you.

He unzips his jeans and rubs his tip against your slit a couple times before agonizingly slowly pushing into you.

Your head falls back with a moan.

“You feel so good,” he groans, slowly sliding in and out of your cunt.

“Harder please,” you look at him and he smirks before snapping his hips into yours. You cry out and slap your hand over your mouth.

“None of that,” he pulls it away. “I want Yeonjun to hear how good I make that pussy feel.”

You hold onto the table under you for dear life as his tip brushes against your g spot.

You prop yourself onto your elbows and watch his cock slide in and out of you.

“Look at you,” he smirks. “All spread out and eager for me.”

You nod pathetically. “Such a slut,” He smiles and kisses you. “Isn’t that right?”

You nod. “I’m just a toy for you. I just wanna make you feel good.”

“That’s a good girl.” he kisses your neck before flipping you onto your stomach.

He hikes your knee up onto the table, making sure you’re spread out and then pounds into you.

You cry out and arch your back.

“Do you think Yeonjun could fuck you like this?” he asks.

You shake your head. “No, never. No one compares to you.”

“That’s right.” he says smugly.

You slump against the table as he grinds his hips into yours. It feels so good that you can’t say anything but whimper out strings of curse words and his name.

He reaches under you to rub your clit and you gasp.

Your legs begin to tremble and he smirks, slowing his pace down.

“Jake please,” you whine.

He leans down and gets to your ear. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before getting all up on your him, yeah?”

You nod. “I’m sorry I’m sorry, just, please I need it.” You try to push your ass back onto his cock but he holds your hips still, making it impossible to move.

He tugs your hair back. “Beg harder.”

“Please Jake please,” you whimper. “It feels so fucking good, I need it.”

“Attagirl,” he holds your waist and pounds into you.

Your legs begin to tremble and you cling to the table.

“Fuck don’t stop.” you whine and he smirks.

“Aw, does my sweetheart wanna cum?” he asks. You nod and he pulls you up so that your back is against his chest.

“Cum then, all over my cock like a slut.” he whispers and you grip at his arms around you.

Your eyes roll back as you reach your climax. He’s chuckling into your neck and encouraging you as your cunt pulses around him.

“Good girl baby, that’s it.” he coos as you whimper and moan.

He thrusts up one more time before releasing into you with a low groan.

He kisses your shoulder and pulls out to watch his cum drip out of you.

“Jake~ this is too messy,” you say and he chuckles.

“Stay put,” he pulls his pants back up and kisses your cheek before leaving the room.

He comes back with a load of toilet paper and you laugh.

“What I’m just being cautious,” he says sheepishly and helps wipe you up.

“I’m sorry about Yeonjun, I didn’t mean to flirt with him.” you say and he kisses the inside of your thigh.

“I know sweetheart, I was just messing with you.” he says and your jaw drops.

“Are you kidding?” you shove his shoulder. “I was seriously worried.” He helps you hike your pants up and kisses your cheek.

“I’m sorry baby, can I make it up to you?”

“How?” you cross your arms.

“Maybe,” he taps on your knee. “Tonight? At my place? In my bed?”

“So it’s true that sex is all that men want.” you joke and he laughs.

“You know I adore you.”

#enhypen smut #Jake Sim smut #kpop smut

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misora-msby · 4 years

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embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together.

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying!

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!”

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?”

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side.

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.”

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.”

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.”

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording

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babyyweebbitch · 3 years

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A new addition….

Henlo my children! :D it’s been a while! I’m so so soooooooooooo sorry for not being on for a while (it’s been like more than two months right?????) I just had nothing to write for a while and I’ve had ideas but never finished them. One thing tho, my requests are gonna be closed for a bit until I can finally get to the old ones and stuff, if you’ve sent a request for me to do I’m so sorry for not doing them as fast as you’d like! But I will try I promise!

Trigger warning // throwing up ; baby talk ; pregnancy ; passing out

Chris Redfield x Fem!reader

Published: August 17th, 2021

November 17th, 2021 ; 8:23 AM

For the past few weeks Y/N has been feeling sick, throwing up all the time, nausea, weird food cravings. She’s never told Chris she felt this way mainly because she was very good at hiding it. She thought she was pregnant but she was in denial about it but she started thinking about the last few times Chris and her had sex and didn’t have a condom on

She sat on the bed of her and Chris’ shared bedroom while Chris was in the garage working out like he always did in the morning. She sat there for a while thinking about what if she is pregnant? How is she gonna tell Chris? What about Chris’ job? A million things was going through her head at once it started to make her sick and rush to the bathroom and throw up. She was there for a good 5 minutes before she heard footsteps getting closer to the bedroom, panicking she flushed the toilet, stood up and started to brush her teeth

The door opened and Chris was panting heavily, his heavy footsteps either getting closer or further away from the door like he was getting a change of clothes — which he was

“Babe?” Chris asked, she came out the bathroom toothbrush in mouth and staring at him

“Hm?” She stared at the man across the room and he gave her a smile, she smiled back. Chris turned his back for a second and her entire demandor changed and she leaned her shoulder against the wall and looked down at the floor in pain. When Chris turned back around he saw her in that state and immediately started panicking

“What’s wrong?” He asked rushing over to her after tossing what he had on him onto the bed “are you hurt?” She have a slow but very tired looking nod before she started to lose consciousness and fall forward, panicking even more Chris caught her and first took the toothbrush out her mouth and then picked her up

“Shit shit shit shit…..” Chris layed her down on the bed and quickly ran to the kitchen for a glass of water and heating pad thinking it was her period — He knew that whenever her periods were bad she passed out so he just thought it was that

He rushed back into the room and very gently poured water on her head, he didn’t really care about the bed getting wet it’s just water. Once she woke up from the water she quickly sat up

“U-Ugh!” She wiped her face and Chris stared at her

“Your period?” He simply asked and she shook her head which made him confused “no? What’s wrong?”

She looked down at the floor a bit and she played with her fingers a little bit, Chris was staring at her and looked every worried. What if she was sick? Was Fainting while not on her period a health condition?

“Chris …. I think I’m pregnant ….” She said softly he almost didn’t even hear her but when he actually listened very carefully he kneeled in front of her, taking one of her hands into his bigger one

“Is your period late?” He asked, she nodded. He stood up and gently pulled her closer to him. “Alright… listen, I’m gonna go take a shower you lay here and once I get out I’ll go and buy you a pregnancy test, snacks and a stuffed animal — okay?”

She gave a gentle nod and Chris helped her lay down on the bed all the way and handed her her phone and the TV remote just incase she wanted to watch TV. Chris didn’t show it but he was genuinely hoping she was pregnant — he’s always wanted a family of his own

Chris headed to the shower while Y/N layed in bed watching crime documentaries because why not right? All snug and comfy underneath the big warm black blanket that matched with their black bedding and silk pillowcases. Approximately 25 minutes later Chris came out all dressed smelling amazing and he gave her a kiss in the forehead and left to the nearby Walgreens

Chris POV:

The entire drive to Walgreens I was thinking about what if the pregnancy test came back positive? I knew I would be very happy and maybe a little softer but Y/N…. My wife — she’s carrying the baby and it must be hard on her to do so

I parked my black Jeep into a parking spot and headed inside the store and first grabbed a few snacks, popcorn, chocolate and candies I knew my wife would enjoy. Then went to get a stuffed animal — it must have been strange seeing a man my size getting a Teddy bear but I don’t care. I finally picked a white Teddy bear holding a little heart that said ‘I ❤️ U’ on it and finally pregnancy tests

“Never thought I’d be doing this ever….” I said to myself. I didn’t know what kind to get to I looked for a worker “Excuse me Miss? I’m looking for a pregnancy test for my wife and I don’t know which one is the best one to get”

“Oh! First time I see? I’d recommend a Digital one — It says Pregnant or not pregnant after three minutes” she told me, she grabbed the digital Pregnancy test she was talking about and handed it to me “these kinds are 99% accurate.”

“Thank you very much, miss”

“You’re welcome, I’ll check you out really quick” the lady proceeded to take me to the checkout and scan my items, we talked a little bit about Babies and stuff since — well the pregnancy test

“Your total is $35.78” she told me, I paied and grabbed all my stuff in the bags she had given me and said goodbye

Normal POV:

After a few minutes of Chris being gone and Y/N watching crime documentaries she finally heard the man return home. She heard his footsteps getting closer to the bedroom and Chris opening the door with a smile on his face

“Okay, I had to ask a lady at the store what pregnancy test to get” he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed he started showing her the items he bought her and she immediately fell in love with with the Teddy bear he got for her

“Awe baby! Thank you! I’m gonna go take the test now” she stood up placing the Teddy bear down and grabbing the pregnancy test. Going into the bathroom. She had taken the test and walked out the bathroom

“I’m not looking at it until it’s done!” She said, pacing around the room for what felt like 70 years, the 3 minutes had passed and she went into the bathroom to look at the test

‘Pregnant’

She stood there for a few minutes and stared at it. So many thoughts here going through her head at once and Chris stared at her

“Babe?” He asked very concerned

“It’s a boy!” She jokingly said while crying “no Im joking — I’m pregnant!” Chris immediately got up and picked her up so fast and hugged her tightly. The two had a very long and tear filled Hug before

“If it’s a boy, can we name him Carson?” Chris said

“I’ll think about it”

The two laughed and Chris felt her belly, he was speechless — he was finally going to have a baby…. He’s wanted one for so long he’s finally getting his second wish in life. A family

Chris as a father headcannons

I feel like Chris is the type to always be holding his kid.

Will definitely try baby food and stuff like that — his excuse is so he knows what he’s giving his kids (he hates the Carrot baby food and refuses to let his child eat it)

When your baby is crying at 3 am, he’ll go lay in the crib or rocking chair with his son/daughter in his hands. You have to tell him your son/daughter needs to learn how to sleep on their own

If he has a daughter he will 101% play dolls, tra parties and wear tutus with her he doesn’t care. You have so many pictures of 6’0 probably 300 pounds Chris Redfield in a Tutu, tank top, underwear and a crown. He say’s he feels so manly like that

If he has a son, be prepared to have two kids instead of one

Chris and your son are literal 2 years olds, and one is literally 2 — the other is over 40 😀

THE MESSES PLEASE OMFG

Keeps all the drawing his son/daughter gives him and puts them on his desk at work

Is the type to let his son/daughter in the Garage Gym with him while he does light workouts. He also has a very VERY close eye on them at all times when he does this and if your kid manages to tip something over, mf turns into spider man

When your kid is old enough will definitely casually walk around holding them by the leg

The first time you saw him do this oh dear lord the heart attack you had. You laughed after

He loves watching movies with them, he will watch the same movie over and over again. Poor man knows all the words to Let It go and the songs from Moana by now

In the kids teenage years he’s very big on homework but won’t force them to do it like some parents to

He will offer to help and stuff like that

Your kid isn’t allowed to date until they’re 90 😀

If you have a daughter — 190

Will attend all their sports/music stuff and will support them 100% with whatever they Wanna do

And will also support them with their sexuality/identity (Chris doesn’t take shit with nobody and will murder someone if they belittle his kid for THEIR choice)

Your kid definitely knows how to handle a weapon (Ex: guns, knives) for self defence only

Chris definitely has very serious conversations about respect and how important it is. Proper manners all that good stuff

He’s taught your kid so many self defence tactics and stuff like that because he knows he won’t be around forever to protect you and them

*Chris, calling out for C/N*

C/N: *runs down* yes?

Chris: how do you send links? I’m trying to send your mother a link to something funny I found and I have no idea how to

C/N: -_- *rethinks life decisions*

Is it 2am while I finished this? Yes

Did I start originally writing this like 3 days ago? Yup

#resident evil #resident evil x reader #chris redfield #chris redfield x reader #resident evil 6 #resident evil 5 #resident evil village #Chris Redfield x fem reader #pregnancy #Redfield #Chris Redfield headcannons #resident evil headcanons

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tsukasalvr · 3 years

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Helloooo!!

How are you doing today??

I would like to request Hanako, Teru and Tsukasa with an S/O who is a super weird and energetic person, but despite all that and she went through many difficult and sad situations in her life?

I will try to explain as best I can.

S/O is an extremely energetic person and in a way, is seen as weird by the people around them.

About being weird, I'll let you choose why she's that way, but she's also a person who doesn't get worried or scared when they’re in a weird and even dangerous situation.

About going through difficult situations, I'll let you choose too, whether it's bullying, problems at home, etc.

I'm sorry it took too long or if the request made you uncomfortable, please ignore it if it made you that way.

Thanks! I love your blog.

AN: I think I get what u mean so I hope u enjoy anon! also I didnt rlly want to explain why the reader is weird because I wanted to ppl to interpret what happened to them but I will add small hints of it( if that even makes sense shjsjs)

; 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙨/𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮

𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲/𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗧𝗯𝗵𝗸

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗼, 𝗧𝗲𝗿𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮

𝗔𝗡: 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻<𝟯𝟯𝟯 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 (𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮)

; ʜᴀɴᴀᴋᴏ

He finds it funny how nothing really affects you

He laughs and thinks it’s the funniest shit ever

That is until you were out into a dangerous situation and you weren’t terrified

He starts to get a little confused but plays it off as you trying to be strong and brave

But then it keeps happening more and more where you’re not scared and still looked happy is when he starts to get concerned for you

Expect him to sneakily follow you around to see what’s happening with you

If it’s something that’s going on at your house, he’ll have Yashiro go to your house and tell him the next day what happened

“Go to s/o’s house and find out what’s wrong or else I’m flushing you down the toilet.”

When he does find out what happens, he feels so much sympathy for you

For the next few days, he can’t help but frown while looking at you whenever you smile

He won’t ask any questions about what’s going on and would instead try to make you ghost while trying to subtly teach you what’s wrong and what’s good

It’ll be a while till he asks any questions and when he does it’s in private where you’re both calm and relaxed

“S/o, you don’t need to answer and tell me what’s happening but please know this isn’t normal and I really do care for you.”

; ᴛᴇʀᴜ

At first he thinks it’s really strange

But after a while he thinks it’s really cute and silly

He does get concerned because he can’t help but think that what if your in danger and can’t take the situation seriously

He brushes it off though since he’ll always be there to protect you

He loves having you in the student council room whenever he’s doing something- not so nice, to Akane

“Aw! What’s this, Teru? Is this a new game?”

“HELP ME PLEASE!-“

“Why yes it is s/o!”

“How fun! Can I play?”

“Of course! Just make sure he doesn’t move at all.”

“I HATE BOTH OF YOU!”

He starts to get really concerned when Akane tells him that your behavior was really strange when he tells him how strange it is that no matter in what traumatic situation your in, you’re still unfazed and happy

This makes him try to find out what happens

He’ll ask subtle questions and when he does find out what happens, he’ll be very protective of you

He’ll always make sure you’re safe by staying next to you at all times and also by making you go to his house

By keeping you safe, this means no more talking to apparitions, unless it’s Hanako and you’re with either Kou or Yashiro

Will even ask help from Kou to try to teach you right from wrong

; ᴛsᴜᴋᴀsᴀ

Just like Hanako, he finds it really fucking funny

He loves how your cheerful expression never seems to go away no matter the situation

It’s really interesting to him

He’ll even sometimes try to scare you or put you in danger to see if that expression of yours would change

(He always comes in to save you before the situation gets out of hand)

It never does, and that’s he loves

He never gets bored since he’ll always have new ways to try to scare you, being with you will always be interesting

He doesn’t get concerned until Sakura brings it up and he starts to get curious

He’ll tell Sakura to find out what’s wrong

After awhile, he’ll just straight up ask you wrong, and if you don’t tell him then he’ll keep asking

Even going as far as demanding it from you

Once he finds out he’ll make sure it’ll never happen again

If it’s someone who’s hurting you, he’ll make sure they’ll be the one getting hurt again

Nobody is allowed to hurt you, he loves you too much to see you get hurt

People who like, reblog or follow= hot asf💕😍

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someonestolemyshoes · 3 years

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Hi! Have u done any pregnant Hanji and overprotective daddy Levi already?? Yep i think im craving for more domestic levihan family, im sorry 😭

Im a bit new here in the community, and when i read ur works, i fell in love with it already, thank you for existing!!! 💖💖💖

Hello anon! Thank you so much, I’m so glad you enjoyed my other fics :3 Sorry for the very long wait for this one, I've been struggling to find the time/motivation to write lately, but I'm feeling a little better and I figured I'd get to work on some of my prompts. Starting here!!

It ended up a little less domestic and a touch more angsty than I had originally planned, but only for a moment--happy endings all round!

Warning: this does start off with non-graphic depictions of nausea/vomiting, I hope that doesn't bother you!

Hange had been feeling unwell for days.

It wasn't an uncommon occurrence—Hange tended to wake up feeling nauseous some days, most often when she'd neglected to eat a decent meal the evening before—but this was the fourth morning in a row now, that Hange found herself bent over the toilet bowl in the early hours of the morning, heaving up nothing but acid and empty air.

She retched until her stomach ached. There was nothing left to bring up, but her gut still rolled unpleasantly and there was a telling tremor under her tongue that warned her it might be best to stay in the bathroom a little while longer. She settled heavily against the wall to catch her breath.

It didn't make any sense. For most of the day, Hange felt fine. A little tired, maybe, but that was only to be expected after spending half the night every night on the bathroom floor. Tonight, no doubt, would follow the uncomfortably familiar routine: Hange would dry-heave a little longer, until the queasiness abated enough for Levi to convince her to come back to bed, and then she would toss and turn, too warm beneath the bed clothes, until she could fall into a restless sleep. She'd wake up feeling a little groggy, a little bleary, unreasonably hungry, but after a coffee and some breakfast she would feel well again. Perfectly normal.

Like clockwork, Levi appeared in the doorway just as Hange had flopped herself back over the toilet. She felt his palm, cool and soft, press against the back of her neck. Hange gathered her hair back from her face with both hands, braced her elbows on the toilet bowl, letting out a groan of discomfort as her stomach twisted, threatened to revolt again. Levi's thumb rubbed soothingly against her neck.

Sure enough, she brought up nothing more, but she gagged plenty, and found herself gasping for breath by the time she leaned back against Levi, aching and exhausted. His lips pressed into her damp hair.

Levi was as silent as always. His touch was pleasant, his presence welcome. Hange needed the hand he offered to pull her to her feet, needed his reassuring grip at her hips as she brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth out. Her quaking knees felt unstable beneath her.

He lay facing her after they got into bed. Hange was sprawled out atop the covers, shifting restlessly to find the coolest patches on the bed. Levi watched her for a moment, then said, "This isn't normal."

Hange only grumbled.

"You said you'd book an appointment with the doctor."

Hange grumbled again. Levi ticked his tongue and rolled to lie on his back, staring at the ceiling.

"Call tomorrow."

"If I didn't know better," Hange said sluggishly, "I'd say you were worried about me."

He scowled and rolled onto his other side, his back to her now.

"No, just sick of waking up at half four every morning to drag you back to bed."

Hange managed a small, wicked snicker, but shuffled across the space between them and pressed an apologetic kiss to the back of his neck.

"Must be dreadful," she said. Her voice sounded raw, hoarse. She buried her nose into his hair and took a long, deep breath. Levi grunted, but reached back and pulled her arm loosely over his hip. He knotted their fingers together loosely.

"Call them, Hange."

Hange gave his fingers a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

"I will."

Hange prided herself on being a reasonably intelligent person. She had two degrees, was working towards her doctorate, and already had her name on a small handful of peer-reviewed research papers. She spoke multiple languages, read dissertations for fun, kept a (in Levi’s words) disgustingly realistic human skeleton in a box under the bed for study purposes, and had spent the better part of the last 26 years of her life studying human biology and physiology.

How she had not predicted that she might be pregnant was almost unfathomable.

She left the doctors office in a daze with an appointment card and several pamphlets in hand. She had been referred hastily to a midwife and the hospital would soon be sending out a date for an ultrasound—“As soon as possible,” the doctor had said, “since you’re not sure how far along you are.”

The thing is, Hange had been on the same birth control pill for years now. Forgetful as she may be about many, many things (like eating, and bathing, and washing the dishes and taking out the garbage and and and), Hange was religious in taking that damn pill at the same time every single day. She had never missed it, not even once. Without a regular cycle, Hange had no way of predicting when they had conceived, and the doctor was eager to make sure no essential landmarks in her antenatal care were missed, if they could possibly help it.

The thought had never even crossed her mind. It seemed ridiculous now, in hindsight. The sickness was one thing, but now that she thought about it, there were a whole host of small oddities that Hange could easily attribute to pregnancy. Lethargy, and bloating, heartburn, and she had been peeing more than usual—Hange groaned, and scrubbed her hands over her face. She should have suspected, at least. Should have put the pieces together sooner.

But, stupid and naive as it may be, she hadn’t thought it possible. Why worry about it, when Hange had taken consistent precautions to avoid it?

She felt queasy the entire bus ride home.

It wasn’t that she was against the idea of having children. One day, maybe. When she had finished her doctorate, got herself a steady, well-paid job. When she and Levi had moved out of their tiny, cramped apartment into somewhere bigger, somewhere more suited for a family.

And god. Levi.

This was something they’d never really talked about. For his part, Levi never seemed all that interested. He was good with Hange’s nieces and nephews, and Erwin’s son adored him, and he hadn’t showed any express dislike for children, but—well, tolerating other peoples little brats and raising your own are two very different things.

What if Levi didn’t want the baby? What if he did? Hange wasn’t even sure herself what she wanted to do about the whole situation—what if she didn’t want it? What if, after some reflection, Hange decided now wasn’t a good time? Could they even afford a baby right now? Hange’s money was tied up in her education, while Levi was just making ends meet at the office. They got by well enough with just the two of them, but add in a baby? A whole other person, entirely dependant on them for support? Hange could barely feed and bathe herself, some days, never mind responsibly care for a child.

By the time the bus pulled up near the house, Hange felt more distressed than ever. Levi, at least, was at work until the evening, so she had a few more hours to herself to mull everything over, but the entire situation made her stomach clench and churn unpleasantly with every new thought.

The prospect of having a child was terrifying. The prospect of not having this child was nauseating.

Levi had left the flat in pristine condition when he had left for work, but Hange barely had the energy to feel even a little guilty as she shrugged off her coat and kicked off her shoes, leaving both strewn about the floor. She dumped her bag and made her way sluggishly through to the bedroom.

Levi had made the bed. The sheet was stretched flat over the mattress, the pillows perfectly fluffed and set against the headboard. Hange’s nightshirt, one of Levi’s old, baggy shirts, too stretched and threadbare for him to wear, had been folded neatly and left on her side of the bed, her slippers lined up smartly with the bed frame. For some reason—hormones, she told herself—her eyes watered, and a lump swelled in her throat. She sniffled pitifully as she stripped off her clothes and pulled on the shirt, clambering into the bed and tugging the sheets until the cocooned around her.

Hange passed the rest of the day tossing and turning in bed. She tried to nap, but her mind was too restless, occupied with thoughts of the baby, with the concept of having to tell Levi when he came home. She could try to lie, say the doctors had done some blood work, that she was waiting on the results of some test or other, but Levi knew her too well. She could never lie to him, and her despondent state would give her away before she had the chance to say anything.

The sun was beginning to set by the time she heard Levi’s keys in the door. She felt exhausted, head aching with all the thinking, considering, weighing up her options; with running over every possible outcome she could imagine. Keeping the baby, getting rid of the baby, Levi not wanting the baby, Levi leaving over the baby—every scenario she could imagine was worse than the last. There was only one idea that she had hardly dared entertain, in fear of disappointment if things didn’t work out.

She heard Levi call out for her, but gave no answer. She listened, curled up in a ball on her side, as he shuffled around, no doubt picking up her coat and shoes from where she had abandoned them. And then he made his way towards the bedroom, steps soft on the plush carpet. The bedroom door creaked open.

“Hange?”

She made a small, warbled noise under the bedclothes. Levi came to sit on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. His hand found the curve of Hange’s hip.

“How was it?”

Hange made another noncommittal sound. She wiped her nose and eyes on the sheets, but didn’t dare show her face just yet. She wasn’t ready. She had never prepared for this conversation, never even imagined it before today. It was too soon. Not enough time to rehearse.

Levi’s hand moved to her back, rubbing lightly up and down her spine, before dropping to the mattress behind her. He leaned over her, and she felt his lips press warm and gentle to the point of her shoulder. A fresh wave of tears poured over the bridge of her nose and down the side of her face.

She tried to be quiet, but something—the shake of her shoulder, perhaps, or the shudder of air as she tried to take a steadying breath in—gave way to her crying. Levi moved off the bed, but Hange felt his fingers prying lightly at the sheets, pulling them down until he could get a good look at her face. He was kneeling by the bed now, face level with her, and he looked at her with worry pinching deep creases between his brows.

“Oi, what’d they say?”

Hange bit the inside of her lip and rubbed her damp cheek on the pillow. If Levi was bothered by her using their bedding as a tissue, he didn’t show it. He simply looked at her, eyes darting over her face, searching. It occurred to Hange then how this must look to him. She had gone to the doctors due to unexplained, violent sickness, and now she is in bed, hours later, still crying about whatever news she had received.

“I’m fine,” she said. Levi’s tense shoulders relaxed a fraction, but his face remained pinched, frowning and concerned. Hange wanted to tell him quickly, simply, like ripping off a plaster, but the words would not come. She opened her mouth, but her throat constricted painfully.

Eventually, she said, “my bag. There’s some stuff in my bag. Have a look.”

Levi gave her a somewhat quizzical look, but stood, dropping a quick kiss to her temple before going to fetch the bag, and dipping his hand in to fish out the contents inside.

Hange watched with her breath held and her stomach clenched as Levi pulled out the handful of leaflets and turned them over, looking at each one in turn. His eyes widened fractionally as comprehension dawned on him. His lips pressed into a thin line. Leaden weight settled in Hange’s gut. She curled into a tighter ball, pressing the bedsheets over her mouth and nose, waiting for him to gather himself enough to say something.

After a moment, he spoke.

“That’s all?”

Huh? “Huh?!”

Hange disentangled her arms from the sheets and sat up, staring at him. Levi moved to sit on the edge of the bed again, a scowl back on his face, though there was an intriguing flush high on his cheeks as he whacked her lightly on the top of the head with the leaflets.

“Stupid four-eyes,” he said, exasperated. “Crying like that. I thought you were dying.”

“I’m pregnant.” Hange said the word slowly, carefully, in case Levi had somehow misunderstood. He had the audacity to look at her like she was stupid.

“I can see that.”

“And you have nothing more to say about it? That’s all?”

Levi shrugged a little at her. Aside from the small patches of colour in his cheeks, Levi seemed wholly unfazed by the revelation.

“It’s just a baby. We can handle a baby.”

“That doesn’t terrify you?”

Levi scrutinised her for a moment, before he said, “are you scared?”

“Yes? Yes! How are you so calm? We can’t afford a baby—we don’t have the time for a baby? Where will they going to sleep? We don’t have a spare room. Can we get time off work to take care of a baby? How will we pay for childcare when we can’t be around?”

“Hange,” Levi said, putting a stop to her rambling. He watched her with a pinched stare. “Do you not want it?”

Hange had spent the majority of the day mulling over this same question. Staring a family was a huge, life-changing commitment, something that required careful forethought and planning. They had not had that luxury. Hange was pregnant now. She had doubts and fears, more than she could ever express, but the idea of simply having a baby—of having this baby—wasn’t upsetting. In the small, brief moments she had allowed herself to imagine a future where she and Levi were parents, where they weren’t wanting for money or time, where things were well, she felt happy. Giddy. The prospect was almost exciting.

“It’s not that,” Hange said earnestly. “I do—I’ve been thinking about it all day, and I—I do want it. But I just—we had no time to prepare. We have no savings, we have no space, I’m a mess. How are we supposed to take care of a tiny person? Babies are hard work, Levi.”

“You’re already hard work.”

Hange laughed weakly, and wiped at her face again. Levi pressed a kiss to her raw cheek.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said.

Hange leaned into him, sighing quietly.

“Is this the kind of thing we can just figure out?”

Levi hummed, shrugging his shoulder. His fingers skimmed up beneath Hange’s shirt, splaying over the small of her back and pulling her closer.

“Why not? We’ve done a good job bullshitting our way through everything else.”

Hange laughed lightly and bumped the side of her head against Levi’s.

“This is different, Levi. This is a person. A tiny little person who is going to need me and you to do everything for them. What if we can’t do it? What if we mess up?”

“Hange.” Levi pulled back a little and his hands came up to grip either side of her face, forcing her to look at him. “Stop. I know all that. But if you want the brat, and I want the brat, we’ve got no choice but to get on with it.”

“I know, I know, but—wait, you want the baby?”

Levi maintained eye contact with her, but it seemed to take a concentrated effort to do so. The flush of his cheeks deepened a little and his lips quirked at the corners. No doubt to compensate for the show of emotion, he pulled his face into his customary frown.

“It’s fine,” he said. Hange fought the urge to roll her eyes and caught his hands as he lowered them from her face, pulling them into her lap.

“Are you saying that because it’s already too late, or do you want to keep it?”

Levi’s face took on a look of constipated strain. He curled his lip as though in distaste, then hooked a hand around the back of Hange’s neck and pulled her face to his abruptly, smacking a kiss to her lips. He let his forehead settle against hers and stroked his thumb over the hinge of her jaw.

He fought to keep his tone neutral, but Hange could hear the happy tremor in his voice as he said again, “It’s fine.”

For the first time since hearing the news that day, Hange allowed herself to feel excited. To accept the idea that she and Levi were about to start their own bizarre little family. That Levi was still with her felt incredible enough, but to know that he was pleased—it was more than she could ever have hoped for. Hange gave a wet laugh and kissed him again.

“Are you allergic to looking happy?” Hange asked as they broke apart. Levi clicked his tongue and pulled back to flick her square between the eyebrows. She laughed a little louder and leaned to wipe her runny nose on his shoulder. Levi muttered under his breath, but didn’t push her away.

“Okay,” Hange said, after a moment. She sat back and pushed her hair back from her face. “Okay. We’re having a baby, then.”

Levi’s rubbed the smile from his lips with the back of his hand, nodding. “We’re having a baby.”

Hange sunk down to flop back over the pillows. Levi looked down at her, head tilted, chewing the inside of his lip. Hange reached up to brush his fringe off his forehead, warmth spilling in her chest when he held her hand close and turned to kiss her palm.

She smiled a little playfully, and freed a leg from the sheets to dig her toes into his ribs.

“If I’d known you wanted kids I would have been significantly less stressed, you know.”

Levi quirked a brow at her.

“I’ve told you that before.”

“No, you haven’t.”

“I have. At your sisters wedding.”

Hange racked her brain, searching for the conversation. She remembered the occasion, and she remembered that she and Levi had somehow ended up babysitting Hange’s family brood. She remembered Levi, wrestling to keep her youngest nephew on his lap while the eldest, still only five or six at the time, was clambering up the back of his chair, sticky hands tugging at Levi’s collar. Hange fought hard to recall more of what was said, but could remember nothing at all of Levi announcing that he had wanted one of his own.

“You said these brats aren’t so bad,” Hange said slowly.

Levi nodded at her. Hange waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t, only looked at her like there was nothing more he needed to say.

“That’s it? That’s your idea of telling me you want kids?”

“The hell else could I have meant?”

Hange dug her toe at him again but Levi caught her foot this time, pushing it firmly down onto the mattress. Hange reached for him with both arms instead, curling them around the back of his neck and tugging him down quickly. He toppled over her with a quiet oof, and Hange rolled them quickly, straddling his waist and dropping her weight down onto him.

“That is the kind of thing you say clearly, Levi! These brats aren’t so bad—you’re ridiculous!”

Levi wrestled with her arms a little longer before giving up and bringing his hands instead to rest low on her hips. He watched her with a curious expression on his face, something open and soft, and then his eyes roved down to her abdomen and his thumbs brushed inwards, beneath the hem of her shirt, stroking over her lower belly.

This time, he didn’t fight his smile.

He reached up and pulled her down by the neck, and kissed her soundly. Hange melted against him, welcomed the press of his tongue between her lips, shuddered pleasantly when he nipped at her bottom lip. She went with him willingly as he rolled them both over, nudging a knee between her legs and settling his weight against her.

She was spreading her legs to make space for him, when he paused suddenly, and pulled back, leaning over the bed and scooping through the discarded back of leaflets. Hange, winded and dishevelled, watched him incredulously as he flicked through the contents of one, then tossed it aside and opened another.

“What are you doing?”

Without looking up, Levi replied, “Checking.”

“Checking what?”

“I wanna know if we can still—” he waved a hand between them, and went back to searching.

“We’ve been—” Hange mimicked his gesture, “—up until now anyway.”

Levi looked up at her, looking mildly horrified. He held up one his open leaflet and said, “You’ve been drinking alcohol, too. You’re not supposed to do that. And look, here—you’re not supposed to overwork. You’ll have to take on less hours at the university. And you’ll eat. Proper damn meals. Every day.”

Hange flopped back against the pillows, eyes rolling, watching as Levi picked up each new leaflet in turn, pointing out every little adjustment that Hange would have to make.

“This one says you should get eight to ten hours sleep per night. Every night. And not so much coffee, the caffeine’s bad for the baby.”

The baby. It sounded surreal. It sounded ridiculous. Levi shifted to sit against the headboard beside her after opening the chunky little What to Expect While Expecting volume Hange had been handed while leaving the doctors. He seemed thoroughly engrossed, and seemingly unaware when one of his hands reached out to pull Hange’s hair free of its ponytail and sink into her hair. She hummed happily as his nails scraped over her scalp.

Things were still scary, and Hange was still uncertain about how this whole adventure might turn out. But Levi was still with her, and Levi was happy, and that—

—Well, that was good enough.

#levihan #ask #my writing #this was fun!! thank you :D #hoping I can get around to the other prompts soon too!!

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