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sturnsdoll · 6 months ago
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𝖶𝖨𝖲𝖣𝖮𝖬 𝖳𝖤𝖤𝖳𝖧 -`♡´- -C.S
(HEADCANNONS!)
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pairing: chris x (gf) reader, some reader x bsf matt and nick <3
summary: how chris would support his girlfriend before, after, and through wisdom teeth removal, as well as being under the influence of anesthetics!
warnings: fluffy!headcannons, dentist, mention of teeth pulling, little blood, slight mention of needles, anesethetics, established relationships.
authors note: kind of a blurb more than hc's tbh? it was a little rushed! sorry!
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₊⊹⤑ you had been talking about how nervous you were for a couple weeks now..
₊⊹⤑ so it was no surprise when the whole car ride there, you were holding your boyfriends hand and avoiding the topic of what you knew was coming.
₊⊹⤑ chris had been reminding you everyday that besides the needle, the rest of it you wouldn't even remember. he ensured that him matt and nick would be there the entire time if you needed a hand or two.. or three to hold.
₊⊹⤑ with some encouragement (and chris lending you his grey zip up to wear for emotional and physical comfort) you did manage to enter the building just to get it done and over with.
₊⊹⤑ while the IV was intruding your skin, chris stayed next to you, asking about what flavour of ice cream you'd be getting after as a distraction from the needle.
₊⊹⤑ from there on, the process itself you had no memory of but chris stuck close by the entire time incase you needed anything or for some reason woke up.
₊⊹⤑ "hey sweetheart how'r ya feeling?" chris would ask while gently holding your hand when you come to your senses
₊⊹⤑ confused, your instinct was to sit up but chris would immedietly usher you to lay back down, letting you know that they're done working on your teeth.
₊⊹⤑ "why dtha fack is this bullshit still in my fucking arm then HUH?" your words wonky from the cotton in your mouth and the haze of anesthetic.
₊⊹⤑ "shh, were in public stop cursing like a sailor" "dude, nobody under like 100 says 'cursing like a sailor'" "yeah, what he thsaid!"
₊⊹⤑ chris would of course glare at you for agreeing with matt. but his thumb soothingly rubbing your hand tells you that he's obviously not too mad.
₊⊹⤑ you would leave later then you should have because everytime a password was given to you, you'd forget less than five seconds later..
₊⊹⤑ "it was ass right?" "no, it was GRASS sweetheart...."
₊⊹⤑ everything that came out of your mouth had the doctors and the triplets giggling.
₊⊹⤑ when it came time to take the IV out, chris thought that a 'got your nose' joke would be funny to distract you with. it was... definetly distracting at least???
₊⊹⤑ usually you were sweet to your boyfriend but something about anesthetic had you more than arguementative today.
₊⊹⤑ chris would try complimenting you "you look pretty even like this"
₊⊹⤑ "i KNOW i do. stop being corny you sthtoopid fuck" chris's jaw drops like he's offended but you don't care because nick's contagious laugh brings out your own laughter out as well.
₊⊹⤑ "i thought i was supposed to be the stupid one right now, not you"
₊⊹⤑ "maybe YOUU need to see the dentist about all those terrible jokes that come out of your mouth."
₊⊹⤑ you had no filter, just having fun rebelling against your usual niceness to your loved one.
₊⊹⤑ then finally the car ride came.
₊⊹⤑ now you leant on chris' shoulder to take a nap
₊⊹⤑ "thought i was stupid?" he questions, arm coming around to pull you in closer. "shhhh i'm sthleeping" the inpedament on your speech makes him giggle. "I SAID SHHHHHH" "jesus. my bad sleepyhead"
₊⊹⤑ the whole car ride he was making sure you didn't need your gauze changed, asking if you need water, offering you chapstick. you had to tell him to shut up at least 100 times before he'd relax, telling him you could put your own damn chapstick on. (you ended up asking him for help two minutes later...)
₊⊹⤑ the whole rest of the car ride was filled with you zipping up and down the zipper of your boyfriends sweater you had on, mixed with your favourite artist playing as you attempted to sing along
₊⊹⤑ the second you entered the triplets home, you rested on the couch with your legs over your boyfriends lap, singing a song that everyones pretty sure doesn't exist..
₊⊹⤑ "i love... YOUUUUUUU, i lovovovovovee YOUU, all three of YOUUuUuU-" "someone sedate her again." nick jokes while handing you an ice pack you'd previously asked for.
₊⊹⤑ "want me to hold it on your jaw for you bab- oh" before he can finish speaking you're gripping his wrist, leaning toward him "wanna know something?" you ask eagerly "hm?" "I LOVE YOU!" "i love you more"
₊⊹⤑ matt and nick didn't enjoy the next 30 minutes of the predictable arguement at all. ₊⊹⤑ once the delusion of the anesthetic wore off, you were just plain tired. nick and matt had both chosen to chill in their own rooms by now.
₊⊹⤑ the second you mentioned wanting to lay down, chris curled up behind you with a blanket over the two of you. he held you tight, muttering in your ear about how good you did today and how proud he is that you went.
₊⊹⤑ "sorry for calling you stupid" you apologize with a sweetly apologetic smile.
₊⊹⤑ "aw, it's okay. i know you didn't mean it-" "wellll sometimes.." "nevermind i don't forgive you."
₊⊹⤑ he'd make sure your favourite cartoon was on and that he held your ice pack on your sore jaw till you eventually drifted into sleep.
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tags ᥫ᭡: @pettydollie @mattsrod @sturncakez @sturniololovesss @sturniolosstar @sstvrnioloo @watercolorskyy @sturniol0s @6ix9inewiturmom @sonicsmacks @orangela
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impish-baby · 1 month ago
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Yan! Caregiver! Step father but more leaning on the yandere side UGH😫 MY DADDY ISSUES😭😭
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Ahhh, this concept is giving me brainrot- such a sweet idea!!
Yan Caregiver! Stepdad Headcanons-🏈💚
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🏈 - stepdad that is so excited to be a father?? He knows you aren't a little kid, but you still need your parents even as an adult! (Please let him take care of you-)
💚 - Hey, champ! do you want to go to the mall? The movies? You name a place and he'll take you! Seriously, he does not care about the outrageous amount of money he's willing to spend. Do you know how many birthdays he's missed? How many holidays?? He has to catch up!
🏈 - tries his best to participate in your hobbies/interests even if he doesn't have a clue about it. He just wants to hang out with his kid! Will sit through anything no matter how boring it is to stepdad if you're there sitting beside him. (If you want to do something he likes with him?? He's over the moon and running to buy you ice cream as compensation for dealing with your old man's lame hobbies)
💚 - feircly overprotective of you... can and will seriously injure anyone he sees as a danger. If someone does hurt you? If you get hurt in general? He's treating it like the worst thing that's ever happened, even if it's a tiny scrape in reality. You think your hulking stepfather might actually be tearing up as bandages your leg... it's just.. you're his baby and he let you get hurt! what kind of a man is he-
🏈 - is the same way if you get sick! He acts like you're on your deathbed, it's impossible not to feel at least a little smothered as he hovers around wherever you're laying down and insits on taking care of you. (You might even find yourself stuck in your parent's bed! He feels a lot better when you're somewhere close.) It makes you feel a bit like a kid again with how fussy he is...
💚 - he... did miss out on you being little, huh? That's ok.. he.. he can make up for it! Don't you worry, sweetheart, Daddy is going to fix everything.
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mapis-putellas · 2 months ago
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[ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴇᴀᴛꜱ ]
Summary: You never intended to meet the love of your life on a random Friday at work, and you definitely never thought she’d be world famous footballer Alexia Putellas.
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑
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Your date with Alexia ends up lasting the entire day. After getting ice cream -the second activity Alexia had planned- you'd ended up taking a small road trip to the nearest beach just a few miles away. Due to the time of day it was still relatively crowded, but you'd managed to find a small unoccupied area near the water where Alexia had promptly laid out the hoodie she'd brought from the car for you to sit on.
She'd sat herself opposite, cross legged, just like you, with her knees flush against your own. It was kind of perfect honestly, just sitting with her talking about anything and everything. She even teaches you a few more Spanish words, high-fiving you and intertwining her hands with your own whenever you got something right.
Had it been just an excuse to touch you? Maybe? But you certainly hadn't minded.
You'd then spent at least an hour walking hand in hand down the shoreline, comfortable conversation still flowing smoothly between you. It was only when the sun had started to set did you make the joint decision to call it a day, the car ride back feeling a lot quicker than the initial journey there. She'd pulled up outside of your apartment just as the clock strikes nine pm, leaving the car running as she unbuckles her seatbelt and steps out. You watch her round the vehicle before reaching to your open door, not hesitating to take the hand she offers you and allowing her to help you out of the car.
You'd stared at one another for a few moments before you had step forward to loop your arms around her shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug, Alexia responding almost immediately by securing her arms around your waist and lifting you slightly off of your feet.
You cup the back of her head, effectively bringing her with you when she sets you back down and pressing your lips softly against her own. A few murmured assurances about a second date had briefly filled the silence, and then you'd both bid one another a rather reluctant goodbye, you waving her off from your place on the sidewalk.
You had entered your apartment feeling both ecstatic and sad. Ecstatic because this was officially the best date you'd ever been on and sad because it was over. That continues as you get ready for bed, but a text from Alexia sweetly bidding you a good night immediately cheers you up.
Throughout the remainder of the week, you and Alexia text pretty frequently. It's mostly in the evenings when she was free and the conversation was mostly pretty friendly with the occasional i hope to see you soon thrown in. It bums you a little that nothing had been brought up about a second date; especially when you'd asked her to let you know when she was free so you didn't plan something when she was busy. But it could simply be the fact that she had no free time and was waiting for a day to be available. That's what you've been telling yourself anyway, so not to drive yourself insane with the what ifs.
About three days after your first date is when she FaceTimes you for the first time. It was a little after eight at night, so you were in the bathroom getting ready for bed when your phone buzzes softly against the counter. You pick it up, blinking a little in surprise when you see the name on your screen but not hesitating to press accept.
"Hey." You smile, propping her up against the back of the sink as you continue wiping off your makeup.
She was in her car, you think, though it didn't seem as though she was driving. It was slightly dark, but you could make out the fact that she was wearing the same football kit she'd been wearing the day you'd met. Man, she really liked football huh?
"Hola, amor." She greets, reclining her seat back slightly so she could get more comfortable. She props her elbow up on the door, resting her head in her hand. "How has your day been?" She wonders.
You shrug slightly as you wet your face before uncapping your face wash, pouring some out onto your hand and rubbing it onto your skin. "It's been alright," you shrug. "work was long but productive. I ate some dinner and read my book and now I'm getting ready for bed. How was your day?" You quickly rinse off your face before drying it off with a clean towel.
Alexia sighs softly. "My day was good, gracias, amor." She offers you a tentative smile, one you don't hesitate to return. You bend down a little, resting your elbows against the counter and resting your face in your hands. Alexia tilts her head to the side, looking inquisitive as you stare at her.
"What is it?" She whispers after a few silent moments, and you sigh softly as you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
"Is it weird to say that I missed you?" You admit a little more bashfully than you would have liked, your cheeks flushing a light shade of red.
Alexia's features soften as she holds her phone a little closer to her face. "No," she shakes her head. "It is not weird. I missed you too. I have been trying to find a free day for our second date but I have been..."
"Busy," you nod, letting out a soft sigh as you pick up your moisturiser. "I know, I understand. I just wanted to tell you."
She nods. "Actually, I call because I have a question...for you."
"Ask away." You assure.
"I have training tomorrow, and I want to ask if...you could, wanted, to go with me?"
"Football training?" You ask, turning off the bathroom light and making your way into your bedroom.
"Sí." Alexia nods.
"You want me to go with you to training?"
"Yes. If you want to. Of course you do not have to, it will be boring, just sitting in the stands but..."
"I'll never turn down an opportunity to see you Alexia. Of course I'll come with you." You were quick to say as you settle against her headboard of your bed, propping your phone up with a pillow in front of you. "Just know I have no idea how any of it works." You warn somewhat seriously.
Alexia laughs. "That is okay. I will explain it to you." She assures.
"You will, huh?" You grin, reaching back to pull your hair back into a ponytail. Your tank top slips up your body at the action, slightly exposing your torso, and you pretend you don't notice the way her eyes not so subtly flicker down to get a look. She clears her throat softly just a few seconds later, a sheepish smile slipping onto her lips when she realises you'd caught her in the act.
"Promesa." She says after a few seconds, and you hum softly as lean back against the headboard of your bed.
"Wait," you abruptly sit back up. "does training count as a second date?"
"Uhhh..." she sends you a guilty smile.
"Alexia! I was supposed to plan the second date!"
*
It was only when Alexia pulls up outside of a large looking stadium the next day do you realise that maybe this whole football thing was a lot more serious than she'd been letting on.
You look around as you exit the car, seeing many others in matching football kits as Alexia grabs a large duffel bag out of the trunk. Some look right at to with a look of confusion on their faces, making you wonder if Alexia really had permission to bring you here after all.
You turn, ready to question her, but Alexia subtly shakes her head as she gestures you towards the entrance of the stadium. Though your confusion deepens, you comply and follow her inside, your eyes widening when you take note of people with cameras and phones filming everyone who passes as Alexia grasps your hand and pulls you out of the way of everyone.
"Alexia, what's going on? You said this was football training-"
"Sí," she cuts you off, squeezing your hand. "It is football training. I...I play for Barça."
"I-okay? I don't know what that means. Why are there people taking pictures? Why are there cameras?" You whisper the last part, not wanting anyone to overhear.
Alexia sighs lightly. "Vale. I...I am Alexia Putellas."
You raise an eyebrow as you lean back against the wall, shoving your hands into your pockets. "I know your name, dummy."
"No," she shakes her head. "I do not know how to explain in English. I do not know the right words. You have your phone, sí?"
You nod, your eyebrows furrowing.
She swallows heavily as she gestures for you to pull it out, and you comply. "Google my name. That will explain and I will answer the questions you have."
"I am so confused." You mutter, unlocking your phone and typing Alexia's name into google. Your eyes widen in disbelief at the results that greet you, lips parting in silent surprise as your body becomes entirely still. You blink rapidly, trying to clear the fog of bewilderment that had clouded your vision.
Alexia Putellas didn't just like football like you had assumed. She was a famous footballer.
You jump reflexively when you feel her hand gently come to rest on your arm, wincing a little when Alexia rips her hand away a though she'd been scolded.
"I..." you have absolutely no idea what to say.
"I know," Alexia murmurs. "I am sorry, I should have-"
You shake your head, holding a hand up to stop her from talking. She complies, but grows more antsy the longer you remain silent. You swallow heavily as you lock your phone, stuffing it back onto your pocket with a little more force than was maybe necessary.
"You're...famous. You're a famous footballer and you didn't think to tell me before bringing me here?" You didn't sound mad, just...confused, and maybe a little hurt too.
Alexia adjusts her kitbag on her shoulder before softly clearing her throat. "I wanted to," she promises. "but, I did not know how to say it. So I thought-"
"That bringing me here would tell me for you." You cut in, and Alexia visibly winces.
"Sí." She murmurs. "I am sorry."
You sigh lightly. "It's okay. I have...more questions, but you apparently have training and I don't want you to be late."
Alexia nods. "Are you still..."
You nod. "I'll still watch." You say, smiling a little at the breath of relief that slips from Alexia's lips as she tentatively holds out her hand. You take it, feeling the way she squeezes tightly as she leads you outside and towards the stands.
She offers you any of the seats, and you decide on one that was close enough to be able to see what was going on but far enough away where you wouldn't be too easily noticed. The last thing you wanted, or needed, right now, was questions. Questions you had no idea how to answer. You sit down with your bag on the seat next to you, expecting Alexia to head off to training but blinking in surprise when instead she crouches down before you and rests her hands on your knees.
"I am sorry, again," she murmurs, still evidently feeling bad. "I did lot mean to lie to you. I was just-"
"I know," you assure. "Like I said I'm not mad at you. Just confused. But you'll explain everything to me later, right?"
"Sí. Yes. Promesa," Alexia nods, "but I still-"
"Ale." You gently cup her cheeks, trailing the pads of your thumbs over the warm skin. Brown eyes flicker up and meet your own, lips quirking up into a hesitant smile. "we've only known each other a week. Been on one date. It's a big thing, telling someone this. I understand, truly."
Alexia shifts softly as she leans into your touch. "But you seemed upset," she whispers. "You jump when I touch you." 
"Because I wasn't expecting it," you admit with a soft smile. "I didn't flinch because I was upset. I flinched because it genuinely made me jump."
"Oh," Alexia mumbles, "vale. That is good then. I-"
"Alexia!" Someone calls her name.
You both turn your heads, spotting Mapi's familiar face staring right back at you. You wave, genuinely happy to see her again and Mapi grins widely as she returns it before she once again gestures for Alexia to come over.
Alexia nods in acknowledgment before turning back to face you. "I have to go now, you have food yes? And drinks?"
"Sí." You nod, taking the hands on your knees and giving them a soft squeeze. "I have entertainment too. I have a book, my iPad. I'll be fine. Go do what you gotta do."
Alexia nods, leaning forward to kiss your cheek before standing up. She goes to walk away before abruptly stopping and unzipping her bag before rummaging through it, turning back to face you just a few seconds late with a hoodie in her grasp.
You shake your head softly. "Ale, it's hot. I don't nee-”
"Just in case, amor," She folds it up before placing it on your lap. "I do not want you to get cold."
You know full well you wouldn't get cold, but the thought of Alexia worrying that you would and offering you her hoodie fills your stomach with butterflies.
"Okay," you accept. "Thank you."
Alexia nods, sending you one last smile before hurrying down to the large field. She was immediately greeted with Mapi's knowing smile, Alexia rolling her eyes playfully as the rest of her teammates approach her. Someone says something promoting every single pair of eyes down there to meet your own, and you stare wide eyed for a second before bravely bringing your hand up for a cautious wave.
Some wave back. Some smile. One in particular; a brunette with her hair tied back into a ponytail slips away from the group, a wide grin on her face as she makes her way towards you. You wince internally when neither Alexia or Mapi seem to notice, hoping to god your terror wasn't noticeable as she makes it to the seat next to you and sits down.
"Hola," the brunette grins. "Soy Aitana. Eres la novia de Alexia?"
You stare at her blankly.
She frowns. "No hablas español?"
You somehow manage to understand this and promptly shake your head.
"Ahh," she nods before pointing to herself. "I am Aitana." She says slowly, accent thick, before pointing to you. "You are?"
"I'm Y/n."
"Ahh. And you are Alexia's girlfriend, sí?"
"Aitana! Vuelve aquí!" A voice you don't recognise calls out, but Aitana ignores it as she looks at you expectantly.
You swallow heavily before shaking her head. "Um, no. I'm not her girlfriend."
"You are not?" She frowns, and you shake your head again.
"We've only been on one date. This is the second." You explain.
Her frown deepens. "El entrenamiento de fútbol fur su gran idea para una segunda cita? Idiota, Alexia." She grumbles to herself.
You didn't understand the first part of her sentence, but you sure did understand the second. She thought Alexia was an idiot.
"Aitana! Ahora!" Calls that voice again, and Aitana waves them off as she sighs heavily and turns in her seat a little to face you.
"I will talk to her." She reaches her hand out to pat your leg in what you assumed was an action of reassurance, and though you didn't quite know what she planned to talk to Alexia about, you find yourself nodding your head in hopes it'd get her to head back to training before she got you both in trouble.
"Aitana!"
"I am going now, but we will talk later, yes?" She questions as she rises to her feet, and you nod somewhat dumbly as she turns makes her way back down to the field. She skips right over to Alexia who was in the middle of talking to someone, tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention. The second she has it, she begins talking, waving her hands about animatedly as she gestures from you to the field around you placing her hands on her hips.
Alexia watches on in mild concern and confusion before her eyes flicker over to you. Her eyebrow raises in silent question, and you nod assuringly, not at all affected by Aitana despite how enthusiastic she'd been.
Her other brow raises, almost as though she was asking if you were sure, and you nod again, this time throwing her a double thumbs up for good measure.
Alexia nods, turning back to face Aitana. As she begins to talk, you rummage through the small bag you brought and pull out your iPad. You'd download a few new books this morning that you knew would occupy you for the entirety of the time you were here, and as you select one, you lean back a little in your seat in hopes of getting a little more comfortable.
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Alexia's training ends up lasting a little over four hours, and you surprisingly manage to keep yourself appropriately occupied for little over three of them. You read your book, play a few games and even make a good dent in the snacks you'd brought. It was part way through the fourth hour that you start becoming a little restless.
In an attempt at distracting yourself, you try and follow along the little scrimmage match that Alexia and her teammates were having, but it ultimately proves ineffective when you have absolutely no idea who was winning or what was even going on.
Eventually, you're forced to stand, shrugging on the hoodie that had been on your lap ever since Alexia had put it there before beginning to pace, subconsciously bringing the sleeve to your face to take in her scent. It smelt just as you remember.
You manage a total of five laps before your name was called, your eye's immediately flickering towards the direction it had come from. It was Alexia. She was stood at the edge of the field, gesturing you over with a smile on her face, and you hesitate for only a second before grabbing your things and making your way down.
She immediately throws an arm over your shoulder the second you were close enough, pressing a rather sweaty kiss to your forehead in which you just about manage to refrain from wiping away. You completely miss the smirk that graces her features at the sight of you in her hoodie.
"They want to meet you. Is that okay?" She murmurs quietly, gesturing to her teammates who were talking amongst themselves just a few feet away. You glance between them and Alexia as you lean slightly into her side, a rather hesitant look on your face. Alexia's facial expression was much the same, almost as though she'd tried to talk them out of it but had ultimately failed to to do.
"You can say no, amor. I will not be mad, and they will not either.” she assures softly, and you let out a quiet exhale through your nose before nodding your head. Getting it over and some with would be the easiest option, right?
"Vale, come on then."
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months ago
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Stolen Goods 2
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Warnings: noncon and other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.
Ft. Lloyd Hansen, petite!pregnant reader
I also beg of you to leave me some tuppence in the form of a comment and/or reblog. You are cherished!
Enjoy, my loverlies.
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You go through checkout in autopilot. You pay, not paying mind to the total, and a bag boy helps get the bags in your cart. You’re still trembling from the encounter at the bread shelf. You’re starting to think you imagined it. Can pregnancy hormones make you delusional? 
As you push your cart out to the lot, you feel a chafing against your thighs. Your panties are still askew. You slow as you near the car and peek around to fix them. A shiver rolls over you at the brush of fabric across your pelvis. 
What are you doing? You should march back in there and demand the surveillance footage. You should call the police and file a report. It’s not about them believing you, they’ll have to see it on the cameras, right? 
You’re kept from your moment of clarity by the buzz of your phone. Shoot. You answer as Jake’s name flashes over the screen.  
“Hey,” you wisp you as you keep hold of the cart, hovering just next to the trunk of the car, “did I forget to put something on the list?” 
“Checking in. Been there a while,” he says. You can hear him typing as he speaks. He’s always so busy, even when he’s at home. If he isn’t logged into work, he’s up to some coding of his own. You suppose he’s trying to get as much in before the baby comes. “So, you almost done?” 
“Yeah, yeah,” you try not to let your voice quaver, “just packing up the bags now. How’d your meeting with Harold go?” 
“Usual. That big project we’ve been working at? Got scrapped. Starting over,” he scoffs. 
“Oh, I’m sorry, Jake,” you pout as you reach into your purse and fish out the car keys. You pop the trunk and angle the cart so it won’t roll away. “I think I might get that promotion though.” You lift a bag and puff out as you balance the cell between cheek and shoulder, dropping it in the trunk, “Terra’s leaving so...” 
“Babe, I told you to wait until I finished work,” he sniffs, “you okay?” 
“Yeah, I didn’t get anything too heavy. Jake, it’s fine.” 
“Mm, I feel like... like you don’t let me do enough,” he whines. 
Your lips slant. You won’t let the hormones loosen your tongue. He has every opportunity to help. He could do the shopping himself but he says he needs you to make sure he gets the right things. He could cook dinner but he burns everything. He could clean the dishes but he breaks at least one thing each time. 
“You can rub my back?” You suggest, “or my feet.” 
“Mm, yeah,” he agrees noncommittally. Right, he’ll only do that if he gets a bit of fun after. 
“Anyway, we’ll talk when I get there. I don’t want the ice cream to melt,” you lean on the cart and hold back a sigh, “love ya.” 
“Mm, huh, yeah, you too. Gareth’s calling.” 
He hangs up and leaves you listening to dead air. You drop your shoulders and shove the phone back in your purse. You shake your head and move around the basket to grab another bag. A pair of thick arms beat you to it and you step back as a man in a yellow polo smirks down at you. 
“What’s a lady like you doing all the heavy lifting for?” The man asks. 
His timbre hits you like a train off its tracks. Your pregnancy brain unfogs and you remember what you’d meant to do before the phone call. You feel the scene back in the store, the creep of his hand under your dress. That voice. It’s definitely him. 
You gape at him as he steps close, hugging a bag to his stomach, and you back away in horror. His hair is combed back on top, his sides shaved close, and his lip is trimmed with a thick mustache. Despite his clean shave, a shadow already darkens his jawline.
Your heart hammers wildly and your whole body tingles. He steps around the cart and places the bag in the trunk. You touch your stomach as you try to calm yourself.
“Get away from me,” you murmur. 
“I’m just being helpful, sweet cheeks. You should know, I’m not really the type to help an old lady cross the street or whatever shit,” he snorts and faces you. 
“Go,” you rasp hotly as your eyes tinge. “Get away!” 
“Now, don’t go shrieking like a banshee. I’m really not into the whole...” he makes a motion in front of his stomach, “baby thing, but you’re convincing me.” 
“I said--” 
“I’m not done,” he points at you, “so keep your ears open, sugar tits.” He gives a leer at your chest, “now those... that’s amazing. You gone up a cup size or were they always honkers?” 
“Ew, you--” you try to accuse him and he taps your lips, stunning you to silence. 
As he comes closer, his size is even more obvious. Everyone’s big compared to you, he’s probably about the same height as your fiance, but he seems broader. Maybe because he’s older? 
“I’m just being a good Samaritan,” he looms over you, “helping you get your shopping all away.” He grins down at you and brings up two fingers, giving them a sniff, “getting you off--” 
“You--” 
"...your feet," he finishes.
He’s quicker than you. Your voice dissolves as he has you by the neck in and instant, your keys and purse falling to the tarmac. Your top-heavy stature has you off-balance without much of a struggle and you barely keep your side from hitting the open edge of the trunk. He bends and scoops up your leg, pushing you to roll onto the groceries and land uncomfortably against the emergency kit. 
“Hey!” You cry out and he snaps the lid shut. He slaps it and gives a cackle loud enough for you can hear. You hold your stomach, terrified that you landed too hard on your side.
“I only came for milk, imagine that.” 
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littlelamy · 24 days ago
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Can you do a pt 2 where reader gets side effects
after you and rafe had left the pharmacy, ice cream in hand, you thought you'd gotten off pretty easy. other than the slight soreness in your arm, you felt fine, even joking about rafe's needle-phobia as he tried to keep up his tough-guy act. but a few hours later, the soreness in your arm was the least of your worries.
you were lying in bed, wrapped up in blankets, shivering slightly despite the warmth of the room. a dull headache throbbed behind your eyes, and your body ached like you had been hit by a truck. it didn’t take long for rafe to notice something was off.
“hey,” rafe said, pushing open the door and leaning against the frame, his smirk already forming. “what’s going on, baby? feeling a little under the weather?”
you groaned, turning to bury your face in the pillow. “it’s the stupid shot. i think i’m getting side effects.”
rafe chuckled, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge. his fingers brushed lightly over your back, tracing small circles as he spoke. “aww, poor baby. and here i thought you were the tough one.”
you peeked up at him through the pillow, narrowing your eyes. “don’t start.”
he grinned, clearly enjoying your misery. “nah, i kinda like seeing you all weak and needy like this. makes you cute.”
you rolled your eyes, but a shiver ran through you, making you pull the blanket tighter around your body. rafe’s eyes softened just a bit, his hand trailing from your back to your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“you want some medicine or something?” he asked, his voice still teasing but with a hint of concern.
“maybe,” you mumbled. “but i don’t want to move.”
he laughed under his breath, standing up from the bed. “alright, princess, i’ll go grab it. you just stay there and look pretty.”
you groaned again, but deep down you were grateful. rafe might be cocky, but he always took care of you when it mattered. a few minutes later, he returned with a glass of water and some ibuprofen, sitting back down beside you.
“here,” he said, handing you the pills and the glass. “let’s get you feeling better so you can stop being so pathetic.”
you took the pills from him, shooting him a half-hearted glare. “you’re the worst, you know that?”
“yeah, but you love me,” he replied, smirking as you sat up slightly to take the medicine.
you swallowed the pills and handed the glass back to him, letting out a tired sigh. “i hate that you’re right.”
“you know what you need?” rafe asked, setting the glass aside and climbing onto the bed next to you. “a distraction.”
you raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly where his mind was headed. “rafe, i literally feel like i’ve been hit by a bus. i don’t think i’m in the mood.”
he smirked, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple. “who said anything about that, huh? i’m talking about some quality cuddle time. maybe a little… kissing. nothing too strenuous.”
you couldn’t help but laugh, despite how awful you felt. “uh-huh. you’re so full of it.”
“i’m serious,” he said, shifting so that he was lying beside you, pulling you into his arms. “just want you close. is that a crime?”
you rolled your eyes, but your body naturally relaxed into his embrace. his arms wrapped around you, and the warmth of his chest against your back was comforting. you sighed softly, the ache in your body easing a little as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder.
“you know,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing, “i kinda like taking care of you like this. makes me feel like the big strong man in the relationship.”
you snorted. “please, you couldn’t even get a shot without me holding your hand.”
rafe chuckled, his hand sliding down your side to rest on your hip. “that was different. besides, you were all over me, remember? couldn’t keep your hands off.”
you turned your head slightly, raising an eyebrow. “oh, is that how you remember it?”
“definitely,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck. “but don’t worry, i’ll make sure to return the favor. you know, when you’re feeling better.”
you laughed softly, though it was cut short by another wave of chills. rafe pulled you closer, his hand moving to rub your back gently.
“okay, seriously,” he said, his tone softening. “how are you feeling now?”
“still kind of like crap,” you admitted, nuzzling into his chest. “but you’re helping.”
he smiled, kissing the top of your head. “good. because i’m not going anywhere. might have to keep you in my bed for the next few days.”
you hummed, closing your eyes as his hand continued to trace soft patterns on your back. “you’re just looking for an excuse to keep me here, aren’t you?”
“maybe,” rafe said, his voice low and playful. “but can you blame me? i like you all needy like this. makes me feel useful.”
“you’re ridiculous,” you mumbled, though you couldn’t deny how nice it felt to be wrapped up in his arms.
“i know,” he replied, his lips grazing your forehead again. “but you love it.”
you didn’t argue, letting yourself relax completely into his warmth. despite the aches and chills, being with rafe made everything just a little more bearable. he might have been cocky, but he knew exactly how to take care of you when it mattered most.
and maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind being needy every once in a while—especially if it meant getting spoiled by rafe cameron.
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cherryyycosmosss · 4 months ago
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𝘼𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣.
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Pairing: Jo Togame x f!reader
Synopsis: Togame accidentally confessed to you but in the end, he's grateful that he did :)
Word count: 4.9k
Contains: Fluff, just pure fluff.
Warnings: None.
Enjoy! 💗
"𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚."
You smiled when you saw Togame wave at you from your balcony.
The fact that you had given him that same sweet smile countless times now, but his heart never failed to skip a beat because of it, was beyond even him.
You put on your shoes and almost lost a tooth when you stumbled on your way down the stairs, hurriedly making your way to him.
Togame felt a familiar kind of heat rise up in his chest when he saw you walk towards him with the brightest smile on your face and suddenly, any hesitation that he felt before about taking you out in the middle of the night because you said you were craving some ice-cream, evaporated right off his mind because if it meant that he could see that adorable look on your face, he'd be willing to take you out every day.
God, no matter how much he denied it in his head, he was definitely stupid in love with you.
"I didn't think you'd actually show up, Jo."
You said, looking up at him.
"Yeah?"
He smiles before saying-
"Hey, you should've at least put a jacket on, it's chilly out here."
Togame said, removing his jacket and handing it to you.
"Here, put it on."
"T-Thank you."
You nod a little before putting the orange jacket on.
"Let's get going, yeah?"
He said, failing to hide the small smile that made its way on his face because of the way his jacket hugged your small frame, making you look even more adorable, if that was even possible.
"Yep."
You give him a nod and you both start making your way to the nearest convenience store.
You've been friends with Togame for a while now, you both were in the same club in your school and exchanged numbers for club stuff.
You were both quite polar opposites in terms of your personalities but that's probably also what drew you both closer in such a short period of time.
"What flavour do you want?"
Togame asked you, opening the ice-cream freezer after you both had made your way into the shop.
"Hmm, I want the mint chocolate-chip one."
You said pointing at the green packaged one.
Togame shot you a questioning look before taking the one you wanted and a vanilla-flavoured one for himself.
You were about to hand your money to the cashier when Togame came up from behind you and shot the cashier a glare that basically said- "𝘛𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘵." before handing his own money to him.
"Hey, I was the one who called you out so late, this one's on me."
You said, scrunching your eyebrows at him.
"You're fine."
Togame said softly, patting your head lightly and practically dragging you out of the shop.
You both sat at the tables set outside the CVS, the chilly breeze sending a slight shiver down your spine.
"I can't believe you were craving ice-cream out of everything when it's like 53°F outside."
Togame said shaking his head, while opening his packet of ice-cream.
"It's never too cold for ice-cream. Besides, the cold never bothered me anyway."
You said imitating the way Elsa said the last line in 'Let it Go'.
Togame chuckled and took a bite before asking you again-
"So you like occasionally having toothpaste, huh?"
"Heyyy, it's not toothpaste, it's my favorite ice-cream flavour."
You glare at him with a slight pout on your face, looking utterly offended.
Togame threw his head back a little and laughed, finding the look on your face absolutely adorable.
"I can't believe I'm in 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 with someone whose favourite ice-cream flavour is toothpaste."
The words leave his mouth before he can even process it and his hands freeze.
"I just told you it's not toothpaste, it's the best ice-cream flavour out there, you can't just-"
Your lips halt mid-sentence and your grip on the spoon you were holding loosens when you realise what he just said.
"Y-You w-what?-"
No, there was no way, he didn't just-
You were sure you had heard him wrong, there was no way Togame had just confessed that he was in love with you, it sounded crazy even in your own head.
"I think I heard y-you wrong, I'm sorry, what d-did you just say?"
You say laughing awkwardly and looking away from his eyes.
"No, you heard me right."
Your eyes widen the moment those words leave his mouth.
"W-What?"
"I said you heard me right, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡."
Your ears turn red at the nickname.
"Y-You're...in love with m-me?"
You were certain you sounded crazy at this point, if felt weird even actually voicing your thoughts in front of him, as if you were speaking a foreign language for the first time.
He nods and you feel fireworks go off in the back of your head.
"It's actually been quite a while.."
He continues, rubbing the lower back of his head, looking just as nervous as you were.
"I d-don't exactly know how to do this, but now that I have the chance, I'd like to um, you know, 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙪𝙩 , if you'd like, that is."
He said the last few words looking you straight in the eyes and you felt your cheeks turn a light shade of pink.
Am I dreaming? You thought to yourself, it wasn't that you weren't head over heels for him yourself but you never thought he even felt the same way, let alone ask you out.
"So..?"
His voice woke you up from your trance and you cleared your throat.
"𝙔-𝙔𝙚𝙨."
"Yeah? You'd like to go out with me?"
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, eyes widening slightly.
You nod before warning him.
"Only if you stop calling my ice-cream toothpaste."
Togame chuckled again, the sound making your heart bloom in your chest.
"Alright, 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚."
He smiles before ruffling your hair.
You giggle and Togame swears he felt his heart explode in the moment.
He knew he didn't exactly look like the typical-nice-approachable guy but the fact that you had still reached out to him, always being so sweet to him, never failed from making his heart swell with warmth.
After you both were done eating and about to just leave, Togame held out the palm of his hand and you looked up at him, blinking in slight confusion.
You slowly place your palm in his and you both make your way back home, smiling to yourselves and that was the moment he knew..
𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩�� 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙜𝙤.
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th0ti-th0ts · 1 year ago
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just desserts
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hobie brown x reader, miguel o’hara x reader (implied)
summary: leave it to the big guy to be so damn obvious. if only it wasn't this fun for hobie to mess with him.
or: hobie exploits miguel’s one weakness for some shits and giggles (but also to stick it to The Man).
cw: fluff but hobie makes some innuendos. jealous!miguel, miguel who can't admit his feelings, hobie who knows this and knows he has more game and takes full advantage of this
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You’re talking to Hobie when his attention is captured by something behind you. His gaze shifts as he raises a brow challengingly, mouth pulled into a cocky slant. It’s quick, quick enough that most people wouldn’t catch it, but you’re not most people. Not with your reflexes.
“—And I was—Hobie? Something wrong?”
You’ve got his attention again. “Yeah, luv? Sorry ‘bout that, got somethin’ in my eye.” He wraps an arm around your shoulder, and gives you a lazy grin. "Distracted me fro' your beauty for a minute."
You roll your eyes as you continue to tell your tale, Hobie listening to you with the kind of careless intensity that only he could pull off. While his flirtatious comments could be construed as something more, he says them with such a dry wit that it's hardly anything more than friendly. As the the two of you meander down the line of the cafeteria, grabbing whatever food spikes your interest, his arm remains a steady presence around you. Again, you don’t think much of it—Hobie's a touchy guy with his closest friends.
“Ya’ ever wonder 'ow these futuristic blokes come up wit’ some o’ these pop flavors?" he asks you, holding a can of soda in his hand as he languid reads off the label. "‘Sparkling orange cream cider with a 'int of lime...'" He pulls a face. "Sounds mad.”
You laugh. “It’s actually kinda good. Peter recommended it to me last time.”
He looks at you, surprised. “Huh." And then, with a hint of suspicion, he asks, "...Which Peter? Ya' can't trust all ov' their taste buds...”
With his arm around you, Hobie steers the two of you around the cafeteria, and you end up accidentally bumping into the person next to you in line. The two of you continue to chat--that is, until you hear someone clear their throat meaningfully. You glance behind you, unaware of the challenging glean in Hobie's cool gaze.
"Oh, hi, Miguel! I don't think I've ever seen you out here before."
He raises a brow. In his hand is a box of the empanadas he loves so much.
"I do... eat, you know."
Miguel's usual dry and blunt manner of speaking has hardly deterred you before.
"Yeah, but I don't think you really leave that dinky, dark room of yours," you say thoughtfully, to which Hobie snorts next to you. His body shakes with the effort to contain his amusement. Your eyes widen. "I—I didn't mean it like that!"
"I know what you mean," Miguel cuts you off. He jabs the empanada before him with tongs, puncturing its shell. His irritation is palpable. Maybe he's having a bad day? "I..." He sighs heavily, surveying the two of you, his gaze lingering on your shoulder. "Just felt like a change of scenery."
"Or at least I did," he mutters, but you don't quite catch it.
"Sorry?"
"Nothing."
"'Ey, 'ey. Look wha' we got 'ere." Hobie, the ever keen observer, steers you around Miguel, to direct your attention to today's dessert on the menu. Your eyes widen at the various flavors of cupcakes before you. You fucking love cupcakes.
"Lemme guess," Hobie says. "You're a chocolate kinda gal?" He snags a cupcake for each of you. Just as he hands it to you though, you're distracted by the sound of tongs clattering.
You glance to your right, only for Hobie to end up smearing some of the cupcake's icing across your cheek. You blink in surprise.
"Hey!"
"Oops." An amused smirk stretches Hobie's face. “Made a mess o' yourself, looks like it."
"You're the one who did it!"
Hobie puts his palms up, stating solemnly, "All's wort' it in pursuit of something sweet."
You glower at him, rubbing your cheek. "Did I get it?"
He shakes his head. "Nope." You rub again. "A lit'le to the left. Nope… Is a bit like finding a needle in a 'aystack for you, innit? Lemme help.”
Hobie’s thumb comes up to your cheek, swiping the suspect away. You scrunch your nose up, to which he makes a satisfied noise in his throat.
"Almos' regret doin' that. Ya' pull off the 'cream on ya' face' look."
You roll your eyes at the obvious innuendo, smacking his chest. “Hobie. Not in public!”
He shrugs unapologetically.
CRCKK.
The sound of cardboard crumpling meets your ears. The both of you turn around.
“Ay, chingados,” Miguel curses at his crushed box, meat and veggie filling from his empanadas splayed across the ground. He kicks the box away, before slamming his hand onto the counter. Hunched over, a hand tensely massaging his brow as he mutters, “Maldito sea. Estoy harto de ver esta mierda amorosa."
You raise a brow. You think you hear Hobie mutter something to the effect of, "Stickin' it to the big guy one step a' a time," and you're certainly not sure what that means. Miguel stops only when he notices you and everyone in the cafeteria watching him. He straightens up, and clears his throat before summoning his AI.
“Lyla, just have someone bring food to my room,” he grumbles.
"Roger that," she says.
And then Miguel is stalking away before either of you know it.
You watch his retreating back curiously. "I wonder what that was about..." you think aloud.
“No idea,” Hobie drawls. Of course, it's a lie, or as Hobie likes to think of it, a covert truth. He salutes in Miguel's direction.
Leave it to the big guy to be so damn obvious. If only it wasn't this fun to mess with him. And... Hobie glances down at you. If only you realized how much power you held over him.
Both of them, really.
translations:
estoy harto de ver esta mierda amorosa = i'm sick of seeing all this lovey-dovey shit
the other phrases are just a bunch of cursing lmao
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billskeis · 3 months ago
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HEAR ME OUT…SURFER TOM X FEM. (Maybe they can do it on the beach…)
holy shit im hot n bothered
˖ ࣪ ⟢ beach boy tom
tom kaultiz who you met on summer vacation while out with your family that you were totally forced to go on. you’re not a beach person, but given the fact that they begged (and bribed) for you to come at least once in your lifetime, well, didn’t sound too bad at all. the salt air and cool breeze hit you and honestly, summer vacation didn’t look too shabby after all!
you sat on your beach towel under the umbrella as you watched your younger siblings play fight in the water, parents out to grab some more snacks from the local stand as you watched the bags. quickly, your eyes averted and begun ogling at the figure in the waves.
matt locs flow through the air as the water brushes past his body as if he were apart of it. surfing huh, it wasn’t your thing until today seeing those abs.
those washboard abs, you swear to god you can grate cheese on those fucking things.
they weren’t the most defined, but they were most definitely there. what also was there was the intense eye contact held between the two of you despite there being such a difference. and within a blink, the figure disappeared within the waves. as a couple seconds pass and you no longer see him in your peripherals, you pout, but quickly shrugged it off and decide to just move on.
time passes slowly as your parents finally return back with ice cream, yay! giving you a popsicle, you begin eating at the dessert, walking alongside the shoreline. your parents mentioned something about ‘getting with the locals’ pft, like that’s important for a summer vacation.
“hey,”
and you turn to face the figure calling out to you. he holds his surfboard under his arm as the latter rubs awkwardly at his neck. up close, you noticed his lip ring, amber eyes and the faint beauty mark on his left cheek. wow, he’s even hotter up close.
“oh. hi,”
he laughs at your awkwardness, as you stood there like a deer in headlights. to be completely honest, the eye contact shared wasn’t that big a deal to you, until seeing him a second time, even closer, now it was a big deal. “i noticed you earlier, thought you were cute.”
“you could see how cute i was from that far??”
“well, i mean—i could definitely tell you were cute. now i’m glad i got the chance to see you up close.. needless to say i’m not disappointed.” his cheeks were a little pink, cute.
“how, flattering.. y/n,”
“tom, you from here?”
and there you go on your needless babbling about how your only here for summer vacation. you weren’t even supposed to spend your summer in california. but here you are, hot summer california as you grind your cunt onto the abdomen of a man you just met. it didn’t take long for the two of you to take note of what one another wanted, tom guiding your hips as your clit ruts against his abs, biting your lips as pleasure bubbles in your core.
“you’re soaking me, princess.”
“oh please, d-don’t act like you’re not enjoying the view,”
“can’t say i am, but a pretty girl like you rubbing her sweet little cunt on these gorgeous abs? i’m fucking diggin’ it..”
a towel under the two of you as he leans on his surfboard that’s propped up against the tree. while ‘getting to know’ each other, tom lead you to a private area of the beach. curious, you wonder how and where he got the access to be in such a secluded area (but you didn’t need to know that this is the famous guitarist of a young and new band called tokio hotel).
nipping at your skin, tom kneads your ass behind his hands as he watches you fuck yourself on his pelvis, smearing your juices all over him. he finds you absolutely insatiable, tucking your hair behind your ears, tilting your chin down so he can place a kiss on your lips, tongue slipping in as you mangle with one another, tasting like fresh fruit.
breaking the kiss, he thumbs at your bottom lip, smirking, “think ya could help me out?” freeing his hard on from his trunks.
“holy shit you’re huge,” your eyes widen at not only the length but the girth, pinkish tip that twitches with anticipation, pre threatening to lean from it’s mushroom top, “i know, :).” you can’t help but scoff as he laughs jokingly.
now hovering your cunt over his cock, you lower your hips down as he slips in with ease. tom has to choke back a groan as his fingers dig into your hips. he could honestly cum right then and there. taking in every inch vein, your plush walls hug against his length, slowly but surely remembering the shape of his dick as you whine from the pleasure, “t-tom..”
“s’okay i got you baby, need help?”
with an eager nod from you, he plants a kiss to your cheek as he lifts your ass up, dragging your cunt allllll the way to the tip of his cock, harshly slamming your hips back down onto his lap. with a loud ‘thwop!’ he hits dead on into your cervix, leaving you to see stars as your legs tremble, cunt tightening against him, “mmmphf~!”
“f-fuckkkkk.. you like that don’cha?”
he forces you to ride him as he lifts you up and down his length, sliding your body to a rhythm he likes, but one that also you enjoy, clit occasionally hitting his pelvic bone.
“tommmm~ i—i might—”
a low grunt escapes tom’s lips as he observes your body, stomach beginning to clench as you also begin to mindlessly ride tom without his assistance. it’s wet and sticky between the two of you, nothing but a little swimming could clean off!
“that’s it.. ride me baby.. you feel amazing, ‘m cumming soon, shit.. don’want it to end..” tom now toying at your clit, helping you reach your climax. he mutters words under his breath, not being able to hear him over how your cunt flutters against his shaft, legs shaking as the knot in your stomach finally snapping, and all that you could see now is white.
“fuckfuckfuck..!” falling from tom’s lips as the way your pussy clenches against him wrings his cum out dry, also reaching his orgasm. fucking his hips in deeper as he cums, his tip assaulting your cervix threatening to put a baby in you, thank god for birth control amiright? don’t know when you’ll need it if your on vacation with your family.. amiright?
as you both ride out your highs, deep breaths shared between each other. “you okay?” he asks, fixing the straps of your bikini to sit properly on your shoulder once more. sweat glistening off his body as you watch his chest rise up and down.
staring a little harder, you notice the sun freckles that decorate his face. your eyes quickly catch onto his pink soft lips, you catch his lip piercing in a kiss, deepening it as you wrap your arms around his neck, bodies sharing even more heat through the warm summer weather.
“so, will i ever see you again?”
“don’t think you’re getting rid of me that easily princess, i better see you at the beach everyday that you’re here.“
as you playfully punch at his arm, you lay your head in the crook of his neck, raising your head up to kiss his face, smooching him again, you thank tom for being able to make your summer vacation worthwhile.
2008 tom kaulitz gives summer fling type shit and then you’ll never see him again except he’s totally obsessed with you and is already booking a ticket to your home town to live w u permanently :33
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guys am i eating rn (in my flop arc)
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ashwhowrites · 1 year ago
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Eddie tries to make his girlfriend jealous, but it doesn't work, she gets sad instead, thinking he doesn't love her anymore
I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3
Jealousy games
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Eddie liked to play pranks and tricks. He enjoyed messing with people's emotions, laughing at their anger, and just having fun.
He saw it as innocent jokes, never quite realizing how much damage certain pranks could do. Never knowing when it went too far.
Y/N tried to understand Eddie's jokes for his sake. She knew many people get pissed off at him and she wanted to be there for him.
Just as Eddie always did, he went too far.
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Y/N and Eddie were having a date at the beach. Y/N wasn't a fan of the water, sand, and sitting in the heat for hours, but she wouldn't pass up the opportunity to see Eddie shirtless. And she was glad she came because as she watched Eddie come out from the water, his head shaking as his curls bounced and dried. The droplets went down his chest, skipping down to his happy trail, her eyes following to where the water stopped.
"See something you like?" His voice snapped her out of her daydream, her eyes looking up to see him standing over her.
"Huh?" she asked, blinking as she snapped to reality.
"Nothing," Eddie laughed, leaning down to grab his wallet near her hip.
"Getting ice cream, want one?" He asked, Y/N gladly agreed. A smile on her face as she watched him run in the sand. She checked out his ass as he leaned over the counter to order. Her eyes skipped down to his tatted legs. She could feel the drool on her chin.
Eddie smiled at the cashier as he grabbed two ice cream cones. He turned to walk back to his girlfriend when a girl stepped in front of him. She had dark hair, tan skin, and a red swimsuit. He eyed her swimsuit, realizing she was a lifeguard.
Over her shoulder, he could see his girlfriend lying out in the sun, her eyes on them. Her heated glare gave Eddie a dangerous idea. A harmless joke, a little tease to get her teeth grinding.
Y/N squinted her eyes to see if she was seeing things. Her eyes froze in on Eddie laughing with this girl. Her hand was on his arm, fingernails moving up and down against his skin. And Eddie did nothing to stop it. He smiled and leaned his head closer. Y/N couldn't believe what she was seeing. Eddie was flirting with another girl, on their date, right in front of her.
He wasn't close enough for her to hear anything that was being said, but the way his body leaned into this girl made Y/N feel sick. His dazzling smile and dimples swooned the girl over.
When Eddie finally walked over to her, she tried to hide how hurt she was. Eddie handed her the melted ice cream cone. The snarky comment made it past her lips.
"Could have at least brought the ice cream over before that," Eddie smirked at her reaction. He figured he made her jealous, take the win, and move on. But he didn't, he wanted to see how far he could push her.
He didn't comment on her attitude, ignoring the comment, he moved on.
He relaxed next to her on his side, the girl still behind her. He looked from Y/N to behind her, to make it obvious he was looking past her. Y/N scrunched her nose but didn't say anything.
She decided to tell a random story, seeing if she could get his attention. But his eyes didn't move to her since. His eyes were still locked on the girl. She couldn't help but feel sick with herself. The comparison of that girl and her, all the ways she fell short. She could feel the tightness in her throat as the tears welled up. Surely, he didn't care about her anymore. He got bored of her, he didn't love her anymore.
Y/N rushed to stand up, gathering her shoes.
"I'll just go so you don't have to look through me to see her," Y/N said, preparing to walk away but Eddie stopped her.
"Hey, where are you going?" He asked
"Home. I don't see why I should be here." She said. Eddie stood up and stepped in front of her.
"Because I want you here. Are you just a bit jealous?" Eddie smirked, his hands on his hips.
"No." Y/N scoffed
"I think you are!" Eddie teased, pointing his fingers at her. "Someone's jealous, someone's jealous, someone's jealous."
"EDDIE STOP! Not everything is a joke. If my feelings are just a joke to you, then fuck off." She snapped, moving past him as she headed to the parking lot.
"Woah! Hey hey!" Eddie panicked, grabbing her hand to stop her. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"You just thought it would be funny, I know. You got the reaction you wanted so drop it."
"Baby, I didn't want you to be upset. Just a little jealous, that's it. I'm sorry I went too far. Talk to me." His eyes were finally on her.
"Jealousy isn't a game, Eddie. It's the feeling of being insecure and not good enough. We are on a date and you eyed her more than you've ever looked at me. You were holding my ice cream and flirting with her. Even when I tried talking to you, you completely ignored me. Does that sound funny to you or that my boyfriend doesn't love me anymore?" Her eyes watered as she asked.
"It sounds like your boyfriend is a complete asshole. I love you so much and I'm sorry I made you think I don't love you. It was wrong to play with your feelings and I'll never do it again. You are the only one I want to be with, I promise. It's just you." He said softly, cradling her face. She sniffled but melted into his touch.
"Promise you love me?" She whimpered
"I promise I love you so fucking much." He promised, leaning down to place his lips on hers, kissing her softly.
"Let's go home and I'll show you just how much I love you." He smirked against her lips, his hands gripping her hips.
"You made me cry! And you think you're getting sex?" She teased, she smacked his chest. "You are making me dinner."
"Dinner it is." Eddie agreed. Walking back to grab all their things. Together they walked to the car, the lifeguard out of sight and out of mind.
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smoshyourheadin · 7 months ago
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Sunshine and Soda Cans
Part 3 - Refreshing
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“oh my god tell me EVERYTHING”
angela runs up to you as she hears your keys in the door, practically tackling you for information.
“okay! okay! so, well, we were editing, and then we streamed, and then i drove him to his apartment, and we kissed, and i dont know!” you retort, flopping down on the couch. “also wheres that ice-cream?” you ask her with puppy dog eyes.
“oh shoot yeah! ill grab it,” she scurries off for a minute, and returns with two bowls of vanilla ice-cream topped with strawberry slices. “here you are m’lady”
you hiss as your skin touches the cold bowl
“okay, so, how did it happen? was it good? do you think he likes you?” she begins to spew questions at you.
“one at a time jelly, jeez! okay so , it happened when we were outside his apartment, yes it was good, and i think so? maybe? i hope so at least.”
“well,” she says with a huf “if he doesn't like you he’s missing out!”
you giggle at her, and turn on tangled for the hundredth time this month, it’s your guys’ favourite. you curl up together under a blanket, and drift off.
the weekend goes on pretty smoothly, you and angela just hanging out. then monday comes around.
“cmon (y/n/n) wake up! we’re gonna be late!” you feel the mattress dipping, and rub your eyes.
“huh-“ you reply groggily, and then you realise whats happening
“ANGELA STOP JUMPING ON MY BED!” you laugh at her energy, as she flops down beside you. managing to hoist yourself out if bed, you throw on a sweatshirt and linen pants. on the way to the office, you guys stop at coffee bean for smoothies, which angela almost spills everywhere.
walking into the office, you spot spencer and give him a sweet smile. but he freezes up and just walks away.
what?
you shrug it off, and continue on through the day.
at around 2, you’re about to start shooting an aitah video with spencer and, obviously, shayne. but spencer is being really avoidant, not looking at you while kiana tells you about the shoot. so you chase him up just before the shoot, because you don’t want that tension on screen
“spencer hey,” you jog up to him in the kitchen as he grabs a mt dew kickstart. “whats up? why are you being weird with me? have i done something?” you look into his eyes as you ask him, and you can see his sadness.
“no, i just, i don't know…” he starts to trail off “i just feel like i forced you to kiss me when you didnt want to and i feel really shitty about it and i-”
“hey,” you gently grab his hands “it’s okay, it was nice. i liked it” you smile, and kiss him on the cheek, turning away to go get ready for the shoot. you feel the heat in your cheeks.
during the shoot, you and spencer share the chunky knit blanket as shayne reads you some of the most outrageous stories you’ve ever heard, and you wonder how people online are comfortable enough to say this kind of stuff
afterwards, as you begin to leave, spencer catches up with you.
“(y/n)!” he shouts, catching up with you at your desk while you pack your bag “so um, i was wondering, and obviously feel free to say no, um, if you’d want to go to the fair with me on friday night?” he looks nervous, almost as if he feels he shouldn't ask you.
“yeah, yeah that’d be nice” you smile at him, and his eyes light up at your statement. he thanks you, and says he’ll text you about it later. walking outside, you meet angela and hop in the car.
“what’s got you in a good mood? you’re only ever this quiet when you’re happy. what happened? DID SPENCER-” she begins to interrogate you as you pull out of the lot
“yes, it’s to do with spencer. he asked me on a date.”
angela gasps so loud you swear she could break glass.
“OHMYGOD FINALLY!! I THOUGHT HE WAS IGNORING YOU THIS MORNING BUT HE WAS PROBABLY JUST NERVOUS OH MY GOSH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!” she bounces in her seat, rattling the car. you laugh, leaning away from the hyperactive puppy of a best friend you have.
over the next few days, you and spencer start hanging out a lot more and get a lot closer. you find yourselves sharing longing gazes across rooms, staying up late into the night just talking about life, and discovering things about each other you didn't know. each moment you spend together feels like a lifetime, the bond between you two deepening with every laugh. and then you realise something. you wanted to spend all you time with him.
fuck.
friday evening rolls around, and you’re sat at your desk finishing an edit, and waiting for arasha to bring you a coffee, when spencer walks over to you. his hair is messy, and he’s wearing a plaid shirt tucked in his worn in dickies, with a denim jacket over the top. he looks beautiful.
“you ready to go?” he says, cocking his head slightly
“just give me a minute, im just finishing up this edit and arasha’s bringing me coffee. but feel free to hang out here while i finish up!” you say looking up at him with a smile.
you finish the edit, and arasha walks over with courtney and shayne, and coffee in her hand.
“sup lovers! (y/n) here’s your overly sweet coffee,” she sets it down on your desk, then taking a sip of her own “so, big plans tonight spencer? you’re dressed up…” arasha says slyly, raising an eyebrow
“i mean if taking (y/n) on a date is big plans then, i guess so” spencer smiles at her
“HA! I KNEW IT! IAN AND YOU OWE ME 10 BUCKS EACH” courtney fist pumps the air, and shoves shayne in the shoulder
“ugh why do you always have to be right! you suck!” he dejectedly pulls a 10 dollar note out of his back pocket, and she pinches it with a “thank-you!”. you just look at them all, mouth agape.
“you placed bets on this!?” you look at courtney in shock.
“i mean, obviously. i knew you liked him, but we placed bets on how long it would take for anything to happen. my guess was a month and a week and hey, here we are”
“huh, weirdly specific but… go you!” you smirk at her, standing up to slide your jacket on.
“well, if you’ll exuse us, we have oversized bears to win” spencer smirks and holds his hand out for you to take, as you walk out the office together.
“awh,” tommy says, walking up to the three of them who were lingering near your desk “they’re so cute together!”
“sup nerds, what are we talking about?” ian jumps in
“ian give me my 10 dollars, spencer and (y/n) are going on a date as we speak” she grins at him
“ughhhhhh, fineeeeeeeee. you’re the worst court”
you and spencer hop in the car, and drive off to the fair, and as soon as you arrive, you run and buy a tub of cotton candy.
as you walk around, arms linked with spencer, you drag him to all the shitty games that you’re convinced are rigged.
“what!! no i definitely hit that one!” you stomp your feet like an upset child at the coconut shy, frowning because you didn’t get the giant giraffe teddy.
“watch this” spencer says confidently, and you gawk at him as he hits all the targets perfectly.
“how the hell did you manage that!” you say in amazement
he just laughs and passes you the giraffe “years of playing video games sometimes pays off”
you take the giraffe, and decide to call it amanda. so obviously, you send her a picture
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amanderp 😚
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you: [picture of you and the giraffe]
you: guess what i named it
amanderp 😚: giraffey?
you: nope, meet amanda ;)
amanderp 😚: omg i love you!! can she live at your desk? i want to meet her 😆😆
you: of course! i’ll bring her in on monday :))
//
you and spencer continue to sort of just walk around, giggling with eachother. as the night comes to a close, you get on the ferris wheel.
“its so pretty up here” you look out across the fair, the lights dancing over peoples faces as you sit at the top.
“yeah, makes you realise how pretty other things are” you turn to look at him, and he’s already looking at you. he looks at your lips, then back into your eyes. you close the distance between you both, pressing your lips together sofly, bringing your hand up to his hair and gently running your fingers through his curls. you break it apart, foreheads presses together, and he giggles
“hey whats funny!” you pout, sitting up and looking him in the eyes
“you taste like cotton candy. you taste like you. just overly sweet.”
you cant help but smile, leaning on his shoulder and lacing your fingers together. he looks down at you, and in that moment, you became his sunshine.
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a/n: AHHH ITS FINISHED!! thank you all so much for the love on this series, it was so fun to write and it’s been so nice seeing your guys’ comments 💛💛 requests are open <3
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bambisnc · 9 months ago
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he's the one that's livin' in my system baby! [02]
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pairing : sungchan x reader genre : fluffy roommates au <3 lil angst bc reader is really out here questioning their whole existence (js like me fr) cw/tw : sungchan spills coffeee + reader is freaking out a bit bc of feelings tm + minor swearing + use of caps wc : 1k !!!!!!!!!!!!! everyone cheer and clap for me !!!!!!!!!!!!!
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'RING!!!'
you sit up at your desk with a start, head hitting the lamp that you had so thoughtfully adjusted to be right above earlier in the evening. as you check the alarm clock, it's.. 2.59 a.m. already?! shit.. the last you remembered it was barely 10.00 p.m. and you had just gotten ready for a "super intense cram session", to be able get at least a little ahead in preparations for your finals.
that totally worked out well huh?
as your still sluggish mind slowly catches up, you notice a shawl wrapped over your shoulders.. and that candle you'd lit had been blown out as well. hmm.
your suspicions are easily confirmed when you notice a little yellow piece of paper stuck to the wall with a simple "you got this ^^ ♡" on it.
before you're fully able to let yourself swoon at the thoughtfulness of your roommate - it would honestly not be an overstatement when you question how much of a saint you must've been in your past life to be graced with a roommate like him - you hear a concerning clatter from the kitchen which makes you immediately rush towards the source of the sound.
and there stands sungchan, scrambling around the drawers looking for something.. the puddle of steaming brown liquid, coffee probably, indicates that his search is most likely for a dishcloth.
you move up behind his now bent figure as he rummages through the lower drawers, as carefully as you can to pull out one and dangle it in front of him teasingly, "looking for something~?"
"i could've sworn that was not there before?? dude are you sure you're not some kind of sorceress in disguise looking to prey on pretty boys like me?" your close proximity doesn't seem to affect him in the slightest; you however very much are affected. which obviously means you'll yet again hide behind a safe fool proof technique : a teasing remark.
"pfft- is that the best you could come up with? rather basic, no? you need to up your game seriously - when i first moved in, didn't you accuse me of being an evil horticulturist because i got you flowers?"
"hey no you see that was totally valid and besides the jury is still considering that possibility"
"the jury?"
"mhm, the people who said they'll get back to me on r/horticulture."
you have to laugh at this but as you accept your defeat you flick sungchan's forehead slightly, and roll your eyes at his exaggerated whine.
the dishcloth in your hand suddenly brings you back to earth, you know, as compared to how rather over the moon you feel in his company, "wait catch me up on what happened here?"
"ah.. i was making you coffee. i don't support caffeine at uh 3 am usually but i know you really wanted to get done with some of those worksheets of yours so.."
there he goes being all thoughtful again. god sometimes you really don't even know how to form coherent replies when he shows his care for you so, so unabashedly.
"right yeah.. i appreciate that. but you really don't have to sungchan-"
he doesn’t have to. doesn’t have to make you coffee, doesn’t have to stay up for company when you’re pulling all-nighters, doesn’t have to cuddle with you during your pirated show binges, doesn’t have to hold your hand during late night grocery store runs, doesn’t have to share his mint-choco chip ice-cream, his favorite, with you when your spicy ramen starts getting a little too spicy, doesn’t have to comfort you when everything, everyone gets too overwhelming.
“i know. i’m not doing this because i have to - i want to do this for you… is there a problem with that?”
yes, you want to say, yes there is. he’s making you feel emotions you’ve only ever read about in webtoons and fanfictions, and you’re scared of that. you’re terrified of that. “feelings” never lead to a good outcome unless they’re overly romanticized in various media; and this is definitely not a romance novel; nor is this a kdrama. “feelings” lead to vulnerability, to rawness, to your heart being completely exposed, because it’s undeniable that the defenses you’ve worked to set up around it all your life will break down in a single instance, if he asked it of you. you know that.
“..no. of course not.”
sungchan’s face lights up with one of his trademark smiles then, as he directs you back to your room assuring you that he’ll be “right there with your coffee madam <3”
you’re unwilling to leave but you’re also unwilling to stay. you make your way to your desk, mind still a jumble of complicated thoughts, all revolving around him. it’s genuinely shocking how, despite having been in your life for such a short period of time, he’s somehow wedged himself completely and truly in your mind and heart.
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“what’s on your mind hmm?” you find yourself in a similar position to merely 7 minutes ago in the kitchen, except this time it’s him with his arms moving around you to place your coffee mug on the table, diligent in taking care to avoid your laptop and notebooks.
“nothing much,” another safe, noncommittal response to hide behind, “feel kinda sleepy, still.”
“well, caffeine to the rescue!! but i would definitely suggest getting a few hours of rest.” he still hasn’t moved, his arms now resting on the wood, as he slightly tilts his head to look at you.
for once you decide to let yourself bask in the safety and comfort he exudes, overthinking and complications can, with all due respect, fuck themselves. “thank you, sungchan.” you’re unable to add in the ‘for everything’ so you can only hope he understands. you reach forward for the coffee, nose wrinkling slightly at noticing how hot it is.
and then. he leans in slightly till you can see your reflection in his warm, mocha-coloured eyes and inside you it’s as if 2 separate beings are desperately fighting for attention; one adamant on backing away as far as possible because it’s safe but the other yearning to pull him even closer. both beings are unfortunately unable to come to a conclusion, forcing you to rigidly stay fixed, not unlike a statue.
his voice is barely above a whisper when he goes, with all the devotion and affection you’d imagined in the gazes of every fictional crush you’ve ever had, “you drool when you sleep. it’s really cute.”
a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose and then he’s gone with some sort of a pleasantry but you’d be damned if you could remember even a word of it.
you blink. once, twice.
change of plans, then : instead of studying, you might need to pull out your softest, most sound absorbent pillow and scream into it, “jung sungchan. fuck. you.”
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old notes : somewhat of a prequel to the other one? idk it's in the same univ u can fit in the pieces wherever u like also head empty worrying about exams also. sumchango love dive. ty for ur consideration . new notes : its a series now !11!!!! + [series m.list] [m.list]
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detydia · 1 year ago
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Imagine Dean Winchester x You
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You get sick and want snacks.
You found yourself confined to your bed, wrapped in layers of blankets, battling a persistent cold that left you feeling weak and miserable. Dean had to leave for a short period to check on a lead for the current case, leaving you alone.
As you lay there, surrounded by tissues and with a thermometer by your side, you felt a sudden craving for comfort food – the kind that might make you feel a little better despite the illness. You reached for your phone and dialed Dean's number.
After a few rings, Dean's voice came through the phone, "Hey, Y/N, what's up?"
His tone was warm, and you couldn't help but smile despite the congested nose. "Hey, Dean. How's the hunt going?"
Dean sighed. "Slow progress, but I'm on it. What's going on? Everything okay?"
You paused, feeling a bit guilty for interrupting his work. "Yeah, yeah, it's fine. I just... I'm feeling really under the weather, and I was wondering if you could do me a favor."
"Of course, anything for you. What do you need?" Dean replied, concern lacing his words.
"I was thinking maybe some snacks might lift my spirits a bit. Could you grab a few things on your way back?" You requested, your voice slightly hoarse.
"Snacks, huh? You got it. What are you in the mood for?" Dean asked, his tone lightening.
You chuckled, knowing Dean's penchant for junk food. "Surprise me. Maybe some chips, chocolate, and definitely a tub of ice cream. And, oh, grab some chicken soup if you can find any."
Dean laughed. "Got it, Y/N. I'll make a stop on my way back. Anything else?"
You thought for a moment. "Maybe a cheesy action movie? Something to distract me from feeling like a human tissue."
Dean grinned. "You got it, Y/N. I'll be back soon. Hang in there, alright?"
"Thanks, Dean. You're the best," you said, feeling grateful for his understanding and willingness to cater to your whims, even from a distance.
As the day progressed, you drifted in and out of sleep, checking your phone every now and then for any updates from Dean. Finally, the familiar rumble of the Impala pulled into the driveway, and you mustered the energy to get out of bed and greet him at the door.
Dean walked in with a small bag of snacks and a DVD in hand. "Hey, sicko. I come bearing gifts."
You grinned weakly. "You're my hero, Dean."
He handed you the bag, and yoh eagerly peeked inside to find an assortment of goodies, including the requested ice cream. "You nailed it, Dean. Thank you."
Dean plopped down on the edge of the bed, looking at you with a mixture of concern and affection. "How are you feeling, Y/N?"
You sighed, leaning back against the pillows. "Like a mess, but your snacks and a good movie might just be the cure."
Dean chuckled, putting the DVD into the player. "Well, you're in for a treat. I picked an action-packed classic."
You spent the afternoon together, with you nestled under the covers, surrounded by snacks and the glow of the TV. Dean, ever attentive, periodically checked on you, making sure you had everything you needed.
As the movie played, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Dean's presence and the effort he had put into making you feel a little better. The snacks, the movie, and the shared moments made you forget about the stuffy nose and sore throat, at least for a little while.
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sparkles-rule-4eva · 9 months ago
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YOU KNOW WHAT???
TIME TO--
"Brothers' Night!"
Click, click, clack, tap.
The familiar sound of his little brother's typing sounded around the corner as Sonic rounded it and made his way into the lab. Tails was zoned completely into whatever he was working on, his eyes glued onto the screen, not even shifting as he tried to reach for his juice box and swiped at empty air twice before he found it and took a sip.
Stifling an amused grin, Sonic wandered closer and leaned an arm on the fox kit's head. "Whatcha doing?"
"Uh . . . making calculations and preparations for an upgrade on the Tornado's integrated drive generator. I want it to be a bit more durable in case of another crash."
"Ah." Sonic stared blankly at the screen, deciding to pretend he knew what that meant. He nudged Tails's shoulder. "Have you eaten today?"
It took Tails a moment to respond. "Yeah, I had lunch, I think."
"You think?"
"Uh huh." Tails started typing again, then squinted at the screen and zoomed in on something.
Sonic frowned thoughtfully.
"So did you hear what Amy and Cream were up to today?" he asked, trying to test something.
"Uh."
"They went camping out in some canyons last night, and they're out hiking today! Amy said we could join them next time!"
"Yeah."
Sonic grinned and shook his head, then glanced at the clock. It was past their normal dinnertime.
In the blink of an eye, he'd rushed off, readied up the living room with blankets, pillows, and a few small tables, then dashed back, scooped his brother into his arms even as he yelped, "Hey—!" ran back to the living room, and dumped him into the couch cushions.
"What gives?" Tails demanded, shaking his bangs out of his eyes. "I was in the middle of—"
"Nope!" Sonic interrupted, striking a pose atop the coffee table. "Break time, lil bro! Or should I say, brothers' night! Complete with a meal of your choice, storytime, board games, maybe a pillow fight, a sleepover, and no screens for the rest of the night!"
"Wh-What?" Tails stammered, looking somewhere between thrilled and horrified. "But what about the integr—"
"Tomorrow, bud!" Sonic hopped onto the couch next to Tails and dragged him in for a noogie. "You, little man, have spent way too much time working in front of screens today. Do you have any idea how bad that is for your eyes? This is an intervention!"
"I suppose . . ." Tails mumbled, but he was grinning. "We haven't done this in forever."
"Precisely why this is a perfect time to do it!" Sonic flipped off the couch and regained his pose on the table, even as Tails protested that he was going to dirty up his living room with the dirt from his shoes.
And so the evening progressed. Tails convinced Sonic to take his shoes off to spare all the blankets and pillows. Tails chose pasta for dinner, and they had mint ice cream for dessert (at least, Tails did; Sonic just had chocolate, since he was a bit sensitive to mint). They played an infuriating game of Monopoly that lasted two and a half hours. Tails won, and Sonic got his revenge by chucking a throw pillow at his brother's face.
It ended up escalating into a full blown pillow fight.
Somehow that turned into a karaoke battle, which then turned into a comedy show by Sonic with lots of sassy commentary from Tails. They made popcorn and stuffed themselves with far too much junk food, until 3 a.m. hit and they found themselves lying around half-buried in the mass of pillows and blankets, each getting more and more loopy as the conversation spiraled.
"Beef can't get sick," Tails found himself mumbling. "Dead meat doesn't get sick."
"I was talking about the possibility of cows turning into zombies, not contaminated lunch meat," Sonic muttered drowsily in response, breaking into a yawn.
"If the zombie cows die, do people still get turned into zombies if they eat them?" Tails asked, his voice muffled as he spoke into a pillow.
"I thought zombies don't die."
"Well, if someone blows them up in a bomb, they'd probably die."
"They'd be disintegrated. And then no one could eat them."
"Or they'd just turn into fiery zombies."
"I don't like zombies. Can we change the subject?"
"You started it."
"No, I was talking about . . . something else entirely. You just thought I said 'beef.'"
"What were you talking about before?"
". . . I forgot."
Slowly, they both lapsed into silence, until both had drifted off to sleep. They slept in till noon the next day, and even though cleanup took a while (neither of them remembered spilling half the popcorn into the couch), neither had any regrets.
Tails had forgotten just how much he loved Brothers' Night, but he was determined never to forget again. And he couldn't thank his big brother enough for dragging him away from his work to do it.
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BWAHAHAHAHAHA Y'ALL THOUGHT I WAS DONE FOR THE DAY??? PSYCH!!!
💙💛
I literally just whipped this up on the spot lol. I LOVE DE FLUFF!! Also the late night conversation about zombies and beef was heavily based off a near identical late night conversation I had with some friends at a sleepover a couple weeks ago 😋
Edit: here's the AO3 link
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entertext · 7 months ago
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HGSN 26-2
Chapter (Japanese)
(Please hit the green thumbs up at the end of the chapter on the Japanese site to show the author some support)
Rough translation by me
P1
(sfx: train clacking over tracks)
Yoshiki: (It'll take a little under two hours on the Tanshou Line from Kibougayama Station, huh?...)
Yoshiki: (I haven't been to the ocean since elementary school...)
Hikaru: Whoaaa!! Coooool!!
Hikaru: What's that!? There's a building that looks like a butt!
Yoshiki: You sure are carefree...
P2
(sfx: train clacking over tracks)
Yoshiki: That reminds me...a while back...
P3
Yoshiki: I had to go to the Mikasa family's place on an errand
(Mom: Take them this as thanks for Kaoru's yukata)
Yoshiki: So I went to the shrine
Yoshiki: Then, at the torii gate...
(sfx: BZZT)
Hikaru: Huh? Why?....
Yoshiki: Dunno...After that, I was able to go inside like normal...
P4
Hikaru: ("Mixed up"...)
Yoshiki: *sighs* Enough about that, let's talk about something else. There's still more than an hour left to go.
Hikaru: Something else to talk about...I don't really have anything
Hikaru: Just stuff like the time when for some reason your room was so packed to the brim with the ghosts of old men that it made me laugh...
(sfx: train clacking over tracks)
Yoshiki: You're kidding me right?
P5
(sfx: stepping on sand)
P6
(sfx: waves)
P7
Yoshiki: Even considering it's evening, there are really few people here...Maybe everyone's gone to the new beach instead.
Hikaru: Whoa, so cool!
Hikaru: It's HUGE! The ocean's amazing!
(sfx: waves)
Hikaru: Yaaaaay!
Hikaru: Shoes, shoes...
(sfx: waves)
P8
(sfx: waves)
Yoshiki: Hey! Come over here!
(sfx: waves)
P9
Hikaru: The ocean's great!!
(sfx: waves)
Hikaru: Hahaha!
(sfx: waves)
Hikaru: Woo-hoo!!
(sfx: ker-splash)
(sfx: waves)
P10
Hikaru: Hah
Hikaru: Ha
(sfx: water sloshing)
(sfx: waves)
(sfx: water sloshing)
(sfx: waves)
P11
Yoshiki: Hey, your pants are gonna get wet
(sfx: waves)
Hikaru: You know, when I went into the hall, I also remembered what happened when I went into Hikaru's body
(sfx: water sloshing)
P12
Hikaru: When Hikaru was dying, he wished for things like "if only no one had to be sad" and "I don't want Yoshiki to be left alone"
Hikaru: Because I granted his wishes, things ended up this way
Yoshiki: Hikaru's...
Hikaru: ...but sorry
Hikaru: I probably won't be able to fulfill those wishes
Hikaru: I'm...going to go back to the mountain
P13
Yoshiki: ... Huh?
Hikaru: The time I attacked you recently? That was probably my true nature coming out.
Hikaru: In order to fill up the empty parts of myself, I have a desire for souls
Hikaru: It probably doesn't make sense to a human, right? I've also only just realized it myself
Hikaru: I think I was always that kind of being.
Hikaru: I've killed a lot of people too, and I might kill someone again in the future.
Hikaru: But I don't want to kill you, Yoshiki
Yoshiki: H-hold...on...a sec...! What?
P14
Hikaru: If I go back to the mountain, even if the real problem isn't solved
Hikaru: At least it'll be peaceful for the time you're alive
Yoshiki: N-no way. You can't. What have we...been searching so hard for...all this time...!
Hikaru: The monster will go away, you'll be able to accept Hikaru's death
Hikaru: And look forward, living on as a human. Happily ever after. That's for the best.
Yoshiki: You..! You want to stay, don't you!? Are you stupid!?
Yoshiki: Enough!
(sfx: splash splash)
Yoshiki: This kind of thing...isn't something you have to learn to do!!
P15
Yoshiki: Be more shameless, the way you've always been...
Hikaru: You know, Hikaru...he liked watermelon, but I like ice cream pops the best. And my favorite kind's not Gachigachi-kun but Papicco instead. I'm probably the one that likes cats.
Hikaru: And movies, too. There hasn't been a single movie I thought was boring. Hikaru hated studying, but I like it. Well, not that I'm any good at it though, haha.
P16
Yoshiki: Stop it
Yoshiki: Stop...
Hikaru: You know, I...really had a lot of fun being with you.
Hikaru: Maybe to you, I was just a replacement for Hikaru, but you gave someone like me so much. I love you, Yoshiki
Hikaru: These feelings might not be romantic and they might not be friendship. But, they're definitely my feelings.
Hikaru: Not Hikaru's, but the monster's. Mine.
P17
Yoshiki: No...
Hikaru: Yoshiki
Hikaru: Thank you for everything
Yoshiki: YOU'RE WRONG!
P18
Yoshiki: You're not a replacement for Hikaru!!!
(sfx: splash splash)
Yoshiki: I don't think of you as Hikaru anymore!
Hikaru: We don't have any other solution...so I've got no choice...
Yoshiki: You've just given up! Don't you dare push stuff like "looking forward" onto me...not now, after everything...
Yoshiki: What's so "happily ever after" about that...!?
Yoshiki: Bullshit...!!!!
P19
P20
Hikaru: Even I...
??: Even if you go back to the mountain, it won't do any good.
P21
Tanaka: 'Cause you see, 'Hikaru'-kun
P22
Tanaka: You aren't Nounuki-sama
P23
Tanaka: Thinking if you sacrifice something, something else will be saved...
Tanaka: You're under some wild misconceptions
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h3avymachin3ry · 3 months ago
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Hello! I really enjoy your writing. Can I request a rocket x healer reader but somehow pretty chaotic and matches his energy?
⋆·˚ ༘ *⚠️💥STRAIGHT TO MY HEART-!
rocket x chaotic! healer! reader (gn)
tysm anon! im glad you like my writing 🫶 also i spent a little bit trying to make up an ability and gear for reader, so yeah!! enjoy!
(edit: i'm so sorry i do not know how to write chaotic characters. i hope i did decent or at least mediocre.)
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You're a support phighter who had just joined the program, with your gear being healing potions.
And oh, you're dating one of the other phighters, Rocket!
You and Rocket, quite the duo!
"Rocket! You've gotta stop blowing yourself up!" You yell, hurling a healing potion at him. It shatters on impact, the shards discintegrating into thin air.
"Yeah, but it's efficient! And my limbs are intact!" He replies, as he launches himself in the air.
You sigh dramatically, pulling out more potions from your stash to pelt at the other phighters on your team.
"Chucking potions, huh? Quite the method there!" Valk, one of the announcers states, voice ringing throughout the stadium.
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After you exit the locker rooms, Rocket comes running up to you.
"Baby! You did amazing! It was so funny when you threw a potion at Sling, and it went like- KABOOM!" He says, using his hands to mimic an explosion.
"I know, right?!" You exclaim with a giggle, throwing your hands in the air victoriously.
"You wanna get ice cream to celebrate?"
"HELL YEAH!" You cheer, sprinting towards the ice cream shop you two frequented.
"They sure are a pair, huh?" Sword states in amusement, watching Rocket chase after you.
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You were also.. a prankster. A menace, as your unsuspecting victims would call you.
"...So is there a reason why shuriken is currently speedwalking towards us with a murderous glint in his eyes?" Rocket asks.
"Oh-! I almost forgot about that!"
"About wha-"
He's cut off abruptly by Shuriken, clearly annoyed.
"It was you, wasn't it!" He pulled out a hunk of about 6 shurikens, all glued together.
There's a short pause, before both you and Rocket burst out in a giggling fit.
Well, you help him unstick all his shurikens. You're not heartless, after all.
But you still feel that tinge of satisfaction watching Shuriken walk away with an embarassed huff, mumbling something under his breath.
Because of this, Zuka didn't like you at first.
You were loud, and he viewed you as annoying for quite a while.
That is, until he saw you and his son, out on a date.
Rocket looked so.. happy. So at peace.
"Honey, you have something on your cheek!"
Before you had any time to react, he quickly kissed your cheek. He used his free hand to reach for your ice cream, snatching it as he giggled nonstop.
"HEY-! C'mere, you!" You pull him close, planting a kiss on his lips. As you pull back from the kiss, you laugh at his flustered expression.
Zuka smiled slightly, seeing you both so happy.
"You have no idea how happy you make me, starlight. ♡"
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holy moly this got long. also tysm to @krumbone for beta reading 🫶
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pasta-in-the-pudding · 11 months ago
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Hey! Whenever you have time again to write, can you write about E.J, Slender, Jeff, Masky, and Hoody dealing with a workaholic reader? Like they stay up just to finish a project because they’re very focus on it (because that’s been happening with me and my crafts LOL)
-🪱 anon
RAHHH I FINALLY GET TO WRITE FOR SLENDER!!
This is only the second time he's ever been requested!!
Thank you so much for requesting!!
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Slenderman
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Being a very busy man himself, he understands getting into the zone and not wanting to put your current task down
But this has been going on for almost a week, and he's starting to worry for you
He allows you to work the day without interruption, as he is also working
But as night rolls around and at least 25% of the manor goes to sleep, he realizes that you are still working
He comes up behind the chair you are sitting in ad begins to massage your shoulders "my love, you've been working all day"
You pause momentarily and look up at him "i know. I'm almost done though"
He mentally frowns "you've been saying that all week"
You sigh and continue to work "i know."
He takes his hands off your shoulders and walks over to your room, grabbing some of your pajamas and heading back to his office where you have been all day
He places the neatly folded clothes in front of you, causing you to stop and look up at him again
"You need sleep" he says simply
You are quiet for a moment before putting your things away and staring at the clothes "...only on one condition" you finally say
"And what might that be, dear?" He asks with a hum, coming to place a hand on your back
"Sleep with me"
He lets out a small chuckle "you know i dont have a need for sleep, love"
You frown "please?? At least just stay with me until i fall asleep?"
He is quiet for a moment, before nodding "very well" he says "I'll be waiting in your room"
And with that he leaves you to get dressed
Eyeless Jack
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Ah, another creep who is almost always busy himself
Being one of the manor's head doctors isn't easy
However, seeing you slip into a point of only working and no breaks saddens him
And so, while you work in the library he decides to scoot up a chair close to you and sit
"You've been in here awfuly long" he says
"Uh huh..." you mumble, not even paying attention
He frowns and takes your notebook away, holding it up high so you can't get to it
"Jack! I was almost done!" You say with a laugh
"You can finish some other time, dear. Being energized is important if you want to do your best work" he says, finally bringing the book back down
You sigh "and what do you suggest i do in the meantime?"
He lays his head on your shoulder and closes his eyes "you could take a nap with me"
You smile and kiss his pointy nose, then begin to twirl a dreadlock between your fingers "that does sound nice..."
He then stands up and strokes your cheek "let's find a nice napping spot then, yes?"
Jeff
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He's soooo needy
So it won't be long until he's downright forcing you to put your stuff down to spend time with him
And he's been getting really ansty
Since you've been working extra hard this week, he only sees you when you go to sleep
And today he decides he's gonna spend time with you no matter what
So he searches the manor, and finally finds you in the garden, sitting criss cross in front of the small river that runs throughout the entire garden
He sneaks up behind you and scoops you up, "boo" he says into your ear, before kissing all over your face feverishly
You laugh and squeal, before looking into his eyes "what was that for?" You ask, stroking his nose
"I miss you" he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours
"I see you everyday" you say, kissing his nose
"We never talk, though. I miss spending time with you"
You nod "im sorry, baby. I've just been really trying to work hard lately."
He puts you down and brings you into a hug, nuzzling his nose into your hair "you could make it up to me by getting some ice cream and stargazing with me"
You smile and kiss his Adam's apple "we both know you won't actually stargaze. By the end of the night you are gonna be blasting music and talking your head off"
He smiles and kisses your head "yeah"
Masky
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Masky isn't necessarily busy, he just doesn't like sitting still
So while you work, hes is doing some other activities
Chopping more wood for the many fireplaces, cleaning his room, sweeping the front patio, etc
He was aware that you were working in your room since that morning, but when he turned in for the night, you were still working
Mind you, it was dark outside now
His brows furrow and he walks over to your chair
"You good?" He asks, kissing the top of your head
You nod and continue your work silently
He begins to undress and get into his sweatpants, and hops into your bed "come lay with me" he says, patting the spot next to him on the bed
"In a minute" you mumble, your eyes never leaving your work
Once you are finally done, you stand and get into your pajamas, noticing that tim is already asleep
You smile and kiss his cheek, before climbing into the bed with him and mumbling his ear "so sweet"
Hoodie
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He isn't too terribly busy himself
He does his job, he gets his pay, and then he relaxes
So he almost instantly notices when you seem to be more focused on a project than you are on him
He respects it for the most part, as he realizes that you are obviously going to do things without him/outside of him
But these days you just seem downright exhausted by your work
And so when he finds you the next day (working, as usual) he casually begins to massage your shoulders
"What are you doing?" You ask with a certain happiness to your voice
He doesn't respond and simply continues his work
After a while, you get really tired and it's only then that you realize how much you've been neglecting sleep
You end up falling asleep at your desk, to which Brian kisses your head and covers you with a blanket, allowing you to sleep the night away
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