#dont look at his hand ok i drew this in like one minute

[m00ngbin]

Actually I give up. If I fail I fail

Surely this won't feel like the ego equivalent of getting beat up with an aluminum baseball bat

[strawnarrries]

Irresistible

Summary: It is finals week and boyfriend/fratboy!harry helps you study, but ends up being more of a distraction than he is a help.

Requested: nope but always open!

POV: 2nd

Warning(s): smutttt

You Harry

Y/N

harry

Wyd

you know i'm studying

Wanna come over

im studying

i have to get at least a 68 to pass a&p and i do not wanna retake this class its literally hell

Oh 68 that's nothing

harry this stuff is so hard ive never studied so much and knew so little

its cumulative too

Come over and I'll help you study

i dont believe you. we never end up studying when we try...

Baby I wanna help you. I haven't seen you in so long I feel like you're killing yourself over these finals

i have to

Let me help you then

Studying with someone else helps you remember things easier

you promise you'll help me and not distract me?

I can try

ughhh ok i'm omw

You sighed to yourself, knowing that this probably was the worst decision you could make at the moment. But you missed him. Since finals week was coming up, you have been slaving away in your dorm, trying to ingest as much material as you could so you would pass your tests.

You didn't even bother to change your clothes. You packed your bag, slipped on your shoes, and were out the door in a span of 10 minutes. Once arriving at the frat house, you texted your boyfriend to let him know that you were there. He greeted you at the door, unlocking it and letting you in. He wore a uni shirt and grey sweatpants. He also had his favorite snapback, the black one he wore constantly, sat backward on his head. His curls were peeking out from under it, making butterflies swarm in your tummy.

"Hi pretty girl," he grinned at you, knowing you loved when he called you that.

"Hi," you smiled, hugging him.

You followed him up to his room, closing the door behind you. Luckily his roommate had class for a couple of hours and wouldn't be home for a while, leaving you plenty of time to study with no distractions (hopefully).

"I missed you," he hummed as he sat on the edge of his bed with open arms, urging you to greet him.

You set your bag on the floor and slipped off your shoes, stepping in between his legs. You pressed a sweet kiss to his pink lips before wrapping your arms around him while he wrapped his around yours. You melted into his arms, letting him hold you for a moment, "I missed you too."

You laid your chin against the top of his head, the fabric from his hat slightly scratching your skin, "I'm so tired of studying. I literally feel so drained."

"Why don't you take a break with me? We can cuddle and watch an episode of that one show we're watching."

"Okay, but just one episode 'cause I need to study," you replied, lifting your head to look down at him.

"Okay, baby. C'mere," he urged, scooting back to lie against the headboard.

You snuggled up into his side, enjoying his warm embrace and letting yourself relax into him. He grabbed the remote from his bedside table and turned on the little tv he and his roommate set up in their room. He turned on the show you two were currently watching together and pulled you close to him.

Once the show ended, you sighed and got up to dig into your backpack, "Okay, I have to study now."

"Ya want me t' quiz you?" he asked as you sat back down on the bed next to him.

"Yeah," you nodded, handing him your purple notebook.

He began flipping through your pages and pages and pages of written notes, gasping, "Holy shit, you have to know all of this?"

"Yeah, it sucks."

"'m not looking forward to taking this class," he sighed, maneuvering his body so he was now sitting across from you.

"I'll help you," you replied.

"Aww, I knew I picked the right girl," he grinned at you.

"Seriously? You only picked me 'cause you knew I'd help you with school?" you teased.

"And 'cause you give great BJs, duhhhh!"

"Oh shut up. I'm pretty confident on the labeling part so quiz me on this part," you told him, pointing to the wordy portion of your notes, "I drew stars next to the ones I need to study more."

He went through your notes, coming up with questions and quizzing you, helping you find ways to retain the information on the ones you got wrong. He had gone through about two of many pages so far and you could tell he was starting to get bored, the mischievious side of Harry slowly creeping out.

"Mmm," he hummed and you could see the wheels turning in his head, "why dont we make this a game and for every question you get wrong, you take off a piece of clothing."

"Harrryyy!" you whined, "you told me you wouldn't distract me."

"'m not!! 'm just making this fun so you'll remember it better."

You groaned dramatically, "you're lucky you look hot right now."

"'s the hat innit?" he smirked that sly smirk of his and you hated him for it.

You rolled your eyes, confirming to him that he was correct. Harry in a backwards hat always got you going and he knew that.

"Okay, go."

"Kay," he began, skimming over your notes to construct another question for you, "What is the substrate of glycolysis?"

"Glucose."

"Good. What are the secretions of the small intestines and their functions?"

"Oh gosh okay," you grumbled, thinking for a moment, "maltase breaks the bond between two glucose molecules of maltose, sucrase breaks sucrose into glucose and fructose, and lactase hydroylzes lactose to glucose and galactose."

"What are the steps of peristalsis?"

"Fuck," you sighed, rubbing your eyes and ignoring the awful way he tried to pronounce that word, "I dunno, each step involves contraction of something to help move food."

He smirked at you, giving you a moment to think, secretly hoping you wouldn't remember.

"Ugh, I dunno, what is it?"

He told you the answer and you groaned, frustrated with yourself for getting that one wrong again.

"You know what that means," he sang.

You glared at him and pulled your hair out of the ponytail, slipping the hair tie on your wrist. Your long hair fell down your shoulders and you shook it out to make it look presentable.

He scoffed teasingly, "that doesn't count!"

"Yeah huh, it's an accessory," you argued.

"I said clothing item."

"Fine," you replied, slipping off a single sock and tossing it across the room.

He smirked at you, speaking back in a challenging tone, "you're really gonna play like that. Okay."

He continued to ask you questions, choosing the hardest questions with the wordiest answers to make the process faster. By now, you had both socks off, your pajama pants off, and had just taken off your sweatshirt, leaving you in just your underwear.

"How many erythrocytes are produced per second?"

"Umm, a thousand?"

He began giggling at you, "baby, you're way off. It's 2 million."

You sighed and began reaching behind your back, fumbling with the clasp of your white bra. You took your sweet time, watching his reaction to you. You unclipped your bra and let the straps slide down your shoulders, revealing your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples pebbled at the temperature change and you watched as he eyed you. He was such a boobs guy. The way he looked at you made you melt, butterflies erupting in your stomach. Complete love and lust clouded over his pretty, green eyes while he unintentionally bit his bottom lip before his eyes trailed back up to yours with a soft grin on his pink lips.

"You act like you've never seen 'em before," you blushed.

"My girl's hot, I'll never get used to it."

"Next question."

"Okay, what are the similarities between of extrinsic and intrinsic pathways?"

"They both lead to the activation of prothrombinase which activates thrombin which converts fibrinogen to fibrin."

"Wrong."

"No that's right!" you retaliated, extremely confident in your answer.

He carefully tossed your notebook to the floor, beginning to hover over you and finger at the elastic band of your panties, "why don't we just say it's wrong and go ahead and take these off you."

Your breath hitched in your throat and you could feel your abdomin clench in anticipation. You let him dominate you, leaning back against the pillows while he hovered over you, "You wanna do that? Think it's time for a break?"

"Yeah," you nodded breathlessly, your hands coming up to grip at his shirt, "kiss me."

He dipped his head down and attached his lips to yours, moving them in sync. The kisses deepened and deepened and each one got more heated than the last. He pulled away with the smack of his lips against yours, slipping his fingertips into your panties and pulling them down your legs, tossing them onto the pile of your clothes on the floor.

"You're wet," he smirked, eyeing your glistening center.

He let his fingers run up and down your folds, spreading your wetness. His fingers landed on your throbbing clit, rubbing it how he's learned you like it. You let out a breath in relief, your hips bucking up into his fingers.

"You're such a bad influence," you breathed out as he hovered back over you, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his lips on your neck.

"But you love me," you felt him grin.

"So much," you smiled back.

His lips worked against your neck, leaving marks you knew you would complain about later while his fingers worked your clit, allowing all the stress from finals week to rise off your shoulders. You relaxed into the bed, enjoying the heavenly feeling of your boyfriend loving on you.

You tugged on his shirt, pulling it up towards his head, acknowledging you wanted it off. He sat up on his knees and took his hat off before grabbing onto the collar of his uni shirt and pulling it up over his head, tossing it onto the floor next to you, his growing collection of tattoos now on full display for you.

He began to lean back down before you stopped him, "wait, keep your hat on."

He smirked at you before he picked his hat back up and slipped it on his head backward, little curls peeking out from the sides. You giddily giggled as he hovered over you again and he kissed you, "Mm, you look so sexy with a backwards hat."

"Oh yeah?" he replied, his ego rising as he trailed his kisses down your body.

Landing on your chest, he took your right nipple into his mouth, kissing, sucking, and licking. You hummed in content as your hands wrapped around his warm skin, holding him tightly to you. He gave your other nipple the same attention before you pulled him away, "Kiss me."

He hovered back over you and kissed you, his right hand sliding down your body and coming in contact with your throbbing center again. His fingers slipped through your folds, spreading your wetness once more, feeling just how turned on you are for him.

"Fuck," he mumbled mostly to himself as he began to rub small circles on your throbbing clit, "you really do like the backwards hat, huh?"

You just moaned in response as he slipped one finger into your opening, thrusting it in and out before easily adding a second. He curled his fingers up, hitting that special spot that made your back arch.

"Want you in me," you whimpered softly into his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

He didn't think twice before he got up and slipped his sweatpants and briefs off. He pulled open the drawer on his bedside table and took out a condom, slipping it onto his hard shaft. He got on his knees in front of you, lining himself up with your entrance. He grabbed onto both of your ankles and rested them on his shoulders. You felt your thighs stretch as he leaned over you. His member slid into you, both of your jaws going slack as he began to move in and out of you, finding a good pace.

"'s that feel good?" he asked.

"Mhm, it feels so good," you whined softly, feeling your orgasm beginning to coil in your stomach.

He always made you feel so good. He knew your body like the back of his hand, knowing exactly what you liked and disliked. It took a while for you to figure out what you liked since you were a virgin before you started dating Harry. He was such a sweetheart though, always so patient with you and making sure you were comfortable. He never got mad at you when he wasn't able to get you to finish and he always encouraged you and showered you with compliments when you pleasured him, even though you were convinced you were doing a horrible job.

He loved to make you feel good and was invested in learning about your body and what got you going. He craved the opportunity to give you pleasure rather than receive (although he does love to receive), which was the opposite of most boys your age.

Now that you're way past the learning about each other stage, he never fails to make your back arch and your toes curl, struggling to not scream his name and let everyone know how good he was making you feel.

"Faster, Harry, go faster," you moaned softly.

He sped up his pace, the sound of skin slapping and your wetness filling your ears before he slowed down again, but still slightly faster than his original pace, "We can't be too loud, baby."

You whined, this time in frustration, "I wish we lived alone so bad."

"One day," he hummed, "I promise."

You let out a soft whimper, your walls subconsciously clenching around him and causing him to groan softly into your ear. He pressed kisses just under your ear lobe and shivers ran across your body.

He lifted his head up to look at you and your eyes connected with his. He was gorgeous. His skin and tattoos were glittering under a thin layer of sweat, his eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure and his mouth was slightly agape with uneven breaths and occasional moans slipping out. His chest and arm muscles were tensing with every movement he made; all that football he was playing paid off for you. The backward hat on his head was also making every 100x hotter.

He let out a soft smile at you and you smiled back at him, hands cupping his cheeks to pull him down to kiss you. His lips moved against yours and his thrusts slowed down as he kissed you, most of his attention now on slipping his tongue past your lips and tasting you.

"Oh, I wanna scream," you whimpered softly against his pink lips.

"Me too," he grunted, "you feel so good."

Those words went straight to your core and you gripped onto him tighter, your painted fingernails digging into his back. Your hips bucked up and slightly circled under him, desperate for a release. His swollen, red tip hit your special spot with every thrust of his hips and caused your toes to curl.

He leaned down slightly and used his elbows to hold himself up rather than his hands. His thrusts got sloppy and you could tell he was getting tired but was still determined to bring you both to the edge. The stretch on the back of your thighs became too much and you instinctively moved your legs off of his shoulders. He sat up slightly so you could get them under his arms and comfortably lay them on the bed. He leaned back down on his elbows and pressed a few sweet kisses to your forehead, moving a few strands of hair out of the way as he began to grind his hips against yours.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, squeezing him tightly and pushing him deeper into you. His lips trailed down your face, across your jaw, and to your neck, making sure to pay extra attention to what he knew were your sweet spots.

"Wantcha t' ride me," he hummed, as he pulled out of you.

He rolled off of you, falling against the sheets next to you in a huff. He lifted his head slightly to take off his snapback, ruffling his sweaty, but gorgeous, chocolatey locks.

"Can you sit against the headboard?" you asked.

He obeyed and sat up against the headboard, slipping his hat backward onto his head comfortably. You sat up and straddled his lap, now face to face and chest to chest with him. You wrapped your hand around his length, giving it a few pumps before positioning it at your entrance. You sank down onto him, both of you watching as he disappeared inside of you. You paused for a second, giving yourself time to adjust to him.

"Mm, you look so pretty like this," he whispered, hands reaching up to cup your breasts, kneading them.

You smiled at him, before leaning in to kiss him, "I love you."

"I love you too."

You began to grind onto him, pressing your forehead against his. The little curls peeking out from under his hat tickled your skin. He placed both hands on either side of your waist, guiding you with every movement of your hips. He was so deep inside you that you could feel every inch of him. Your hands cupped each side of his neck, subconsciously pulling at the curls around the back of his neck, the ones that peeked under the brim of his hat.

You loved this position. It always felt so good. He was in the perfect position for you to kiss him and watch him. He got so deep inside of you, rubbing up against your sweet spots. With every thrust of your hips, his pelvic bone, and the patch of coarse hair there stimulated your clit, something you needed to be pushed over the edge.

He dipped his head down and began pressing open-mouthed kisses to anywhere his lips could reach; your neck, your collarbones, and the swell of your breasts, leaving more marks to your collection. You always loved when he kissed you like that. The feeling of him inside of you and his warm lips on your neck had you going feral and you could tell he was too.

"Fuck, Y/N, you close?"

"Yeah," you moaned.

"'m not gonna last much longer, I need yeh t' cum," he whimpered painfully against the skin of your chest.

"Almost there," you breathed out.

You moved faster against him, giving everything in you to get yourself and him to finish. He bent his legs and pressed his feet flat on the bed, gripping your hips tighter. He began moving his own hips under yours, your thrusts meeting his.

"Oh, Harry, that feels so good. Please don't stop. Don't stop."

"I know you're close, baby, I can feel it. Let go for me, c'mon," he grunted back.

And that was all you needed to let go for him. The knot in the pit of your stomach released and your entire body was numb with pleasure. You wanted to scream so bad but you held your breath to help stay quiet. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your lips pursed and your face was scrunched up as your orgasm ripped through you.

Harry's grip on your hips tightened more, leaving marks on your sensitive skin as his orgasm shortly followed yours. You continued to move against him, trying to drag every last second of your releases. Coming down from your highs, you began breathing heavily, feeling the relief washing over you.

You relaxed on him, your chest against his and your arms wrapped around each other. You rested your head on his shoulder, taking a moment to catch your breath while you felt him soften inside of you. You lifted your head up to look at him and blushed slightly at the look on his face. His eyes were hooded, his skin slightly glistened with sweat, and his lips parted as he breathed heavily, a smirk growing, "That was so hot."

You rolled your eyes teasingly, getting up and heading towards the bathroom to clean yourself up, "I swear I can never get anything done with you."

He chuckled softly before calling back to you as you walked away, "Face it, baby. I'm irresistible."

[a-writers-blurbs]

I wrote this YEARS ago. It's not edited or beta'd, so sorry if it's not the best.

It's October 31st in Pettalburg City. Max is hanging out with his newest idol Drew, while May is at home getting ready for Halloween fun.

"Hey ya Drew!" The 10 year old boy called out.

"What's up kiddo?" The 17 year old teen answered.

"I really don't like the idea of may leaving by herself to travel through Unova tomorrow." The blue haired boy said looking down.

"To be honest, I don't like the idea much either. I thought about asking her to travel with me but she won't go for it." Drew answered looking defeated.

"What if she asked you?" A snickering Max asked while pushing up his glasses with his index finger.

"What are you thinking?" An intrigued drew asked.

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Meanwhile back at Max & Mays house...

"I still can't believe you stopped by Dawn. It'll be great to spend Halloween together." 16 year old May squealed.

"I know. I figured I'd suprise you." The 16 year old bluenette answered. "So about you traveling alone..."

"Look..." May cut in, "I've made my decision, I want to go to Unova, no one else does, so I'm going alone. Im done changing my plans just do I can travel with everyone else." She finished.

"Well I heard Drew was going to Unova." Dawn suggestively responded.

"Drew?! I didn't know that. It doesn't matter though, he doesn't even like me I doubt he'd want to travel with me." The brunette said sadly.

"Oh well let's just get dressed and go hang out in the woods with our Pokemon." The blue haired girl said.

"Ok!"

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Later that night Max is off with Drew "trick-or-treating". May and Dawn have parted ways and May is alone in the woods with her skitty.

"It's getting late huh girl, maybe we should head back." May shakily said as she stood up to leave. Dozens of candy wrappers littered the ground, falling from her lap as she stood.

wooooooooooooooooo

"What was that?!" She screamed jumping back. Skitty jumped in front of her in battle stance. Slowly two ghostly white figures emerged making moaning and groaning noises.

"G-go away!"

wooooooooooooooooo

"P-please g-go away!!" She screamed. She curled up into a ball shaking on the verge of tears.

"Ahahahaha!" Max and Drew threw off the white sheets they were wearing, revealing the two laughing boys.

"What the hell? That was so mean! And to think, I was going to ask you to travel with me! You're such an asshole!!"

"Awww I'm sorry May." Max and Drew both said.

"Wait...you want me to travel with you?" Drew questioned with a smug grin on his face.

"Well not now! Gah! I'm better off alone! " She screamed as she ran off into the night.

"Shit!" Drew muttered as he took off running after her leaving max behind. The younger of the Maple kids didn't care, he was laughing evily as he pushed his glasses up with his thumb. Everything was going according to plan.

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"May wait up!!! Come on May...MAY!!!!" Running full speed Drew was growing worried as he couldn't find the stubborn brunette. After searching for about 10 minutes he finally caught up with her. She was sitting on a log crying. He walked up to her with a sorrowful expression on his face.

As he got closer he noticed something off about her. There was a purple most surrounding her and her back was towards him. Slowly he placed his hand on her shoulder and spun her to face him. When she looked up he fell on the ground in fright. His beloved brunette was not what he saw...instead he saw a terrifying ghostly face in place of hers. It (May) began to laugh menacingly as it inched it's way towards Drew.

Crawling backwards a frightened Drew began to cry and beg. " P-please d-dont h-h-hurt me! W-what did you d-do to MAY???" Forgetting all his fears he lunged at Mays possessed body in hopes of freeing her from the evil entity.

Tackling her to the ground with a loud thud, May looked completely normal, except she was passed out. A Ghastly was circling overhead, putting two and two together Drew figured out it was this Ghastly that took over Mays body. Yelling at it, the ghost type Pokemon just laughed as it flew away into the night.

Looking back down on May, who was now resting peacefully. "May....May!!! Wake up!!! Please be ok!!! I'm so sorry I should've never frightened you. You should've never been here alone and because of ME you got hurt!!! Wake up May, please...I promise I'll keep you safe from now on." Drew was franticly shaking May, but stopped when he noticed a smile creep across her lips.

"Ahahahaha!!! Got ya!!!" May jumped up suddenly and pulled out a pokeball. "Ghastly return!" She looked at Drew and winked.

"You're not the only one who's good at Halloween pranks. Also...I forgive you for scaring me."

"Well, guess I'm gonna have to get you back," he said with a smirk and signature flip of his emerald bangs, "I guess I'm just gonna have to go with you to Unova until I come up with something." He finished with a wink.

"Hehehe guess so." May said. Drew grabbed her hand, linking their fingers together as he warned her sternly..."don't ever scare me like that again May Maple. I thought you were hurt."

He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek and they walked back to the Maple residence, hand in hand. Hiding in the bushes watching was Mays little brother Max, snickering to himself.

"My plan worked! He's going with her! You can thank me later big sister! Ralts teleport." In a flash he was back home just as May and Drew walked in yelling that they had an announcement.

Oh the adventures to come.

[asmo-baby5]

Burned

Request: @seerachii-art

Description: Mc had gotten very used to the Devildom and would wander around by themself now. They had pacts with the seven highest ranking demons right after the Prince himself and they were close friends with the angels, the powerful sorcerer, and Barbatos and Diavolo themselves. They never accounted for a lower ranking demon wanting to attack them for these relationships.

CW: mentions of burns, slight gore (not a lot)

Lucifer-

•he had gone out looking for Mc after they never showed up for dinner.

•he was very pissed that they went out alone, but he assumed if they really needed help they would call or use their pact to summon him.

•he walked through the Devildom with a very calm demeanor.

•of course, that was right up until he actually saw them.

•Mc was sitting outside of RAD with Barbatos hovering over them like a worried mother.

•"Mc, it is past time for dinner. What are you doing still at..."

•his voice faded out as Mc looked up at him.

•they were holding a damp towel over half their face and tears were flowing freely out of their open eye.

•his normal calm demeanor gave way to an eerie calm.

•"what happened?"

•his voice was low and made Mc flinch away from him.

•they looked so pathetic...

•Barbatos tried to explain what happened but he looked straight at Mc, waiting for their recount of events.

•"he was saying, saying bad things about you." They somehow got out through all the crying.

•lucifer was starting to fill in the blanks himself, but he still needed to assess the damage in order to decide what punishment would befit a lower demon who dared to harm this human.

•Barbatos helped Mc to gently pull the towel away from their face and show Lucifer the large burn covering over their eye.

•the cold towel had stopped the skin from pulling away from their face more than it already had.

•needless to say that calm demeanor quickly turned into burning hot (no pun intended) anger.

•with the help of Barbatos, who had just so happened to be leaving RAD at the time Mc was attacked, Lucifer was able to get them home.

•he offered, more than once, to fly back but they refused so he settled on just carrying them back.

•every fiber of his being wanted to go after the demon that harmed Mc, but he knew he had to get them home and settled before he could even think about leaving their side again.

•Mc refused any magical treatment, so Lucifer took them back to the human world for medical treatment.

•they ended up with a scar over the eye they had unfortunately lost sight in.

•everytime Lucifer saw that scar he'd get very irritated and would be stuck to Mc's side up until he physically could not have them with him for work.

•would pass them onto Simeon so he could keep an eye on them because he didn't trust any of his brothers to keep them completely out of harms way.

•the demon who hurt them was currently (and for the next few centuries) being used as a chew toy for Cerberus.

Mammon-

•rarely let's Mc out of his sight,

•so when they somehow manage to give him the slip one day he starts to freak out, rightfully so.

•not only that but his pact mark was starting to heat up, that only happened when Mc was in trouble.

•he retraces their steps from that day hoping to find Mc at one of the places they had visited.

•he smells them before he actually sees them.

•a mix of tears, sweat, and burnt flesh drew him towards a corner just outside of RAD.

•Mc was holding a sopping wet cloth up to their cheek and was wiping at the tears falling down their face with their free hand.

•every so often they would grimace as they moved the cloth around.

•Mammon was frozen in place looking at his human crying and shaking.

•he could practically feel their pain and their fear.

•he snapped out of it when he caught a glimpse of what was under the cloth.

•"Mc, who the hell burned ya?"

•he tried to keep calm, but let's be honest, being calm when the one person he loved above others was hurt was not exactly easy.

•"who. Burned. You?" His tone dropped to a threatening low growl.

•when Mc flinched at his tone he did calm down a bit though.

•he had to take care of them first before looking for revenge.

•when Mc explained that they were cornered by two lower demons and then lightly burned before they ran away, Mammon had to literally fight to keep from growling.

•it was bad enough for Mc to be attacked, but to be cornered by two demons was the most cowardly thing he had ever heard.

•when he checked the burn his heart clenched.

•there was a good chunk of flesh missing from their cheek.

•he flew them home and tried to convince them to get it magically treated so it wouldn't take as long and there'd be no scar, but Mc refused.

•he didnt leave their side after that incident.

•if you thought Mammon was possessive before, just wait until you see him now.

•he sleeps in Mc's room

•walks with them to school

•constantly texts them when in separate classes

•and goes with them wherever after school

•he doesn't trust anyone else with Mc's wellbeing.

•seeing the scar on their cheek ups his protectiveness and he will follow them around like a puppy.

Levi-

•he knew something was wrong when Mc never showed up for the new episode of an anime they were watching together.

•he was immediately anxious but tried to reason that maybe they were just caught up doing homework or maybe getting snacks and Beel cornered them for the food etc etc.

•yeah, his reasoning quickly turned into overthinking.

•he was about to go looking for them when suddenly he felt a pit in his stomach.

•he could just feel that something in the House of Lamentation was wrong.

•he opened his door only to be met with panicked shouts from floor to floor and the sound of running footsteps.

•like he thought, something was wrong.

•"Leviathan!"

•angry Lucifer shouts were coming from downstairs, so thats where he headed to see what was so wrong.

•he stopped in his tracks though as the view of Mc curled into a ball on Mammon's lap with a towel over their face entered his field of vision.

•he was supposed to be looking after them and the pit in his stomach only grew as he watched Mammon make very small and soft movements with Mc, something he never did ever.

•"Mc...?"

•Levi's voice was small as he got closer and could finally smell it,

•the burnt flesh on Mc's face being held together by the cold towel.

•he almost gagged, and would have if Lucifer didn't suddenly grab his shoulder pulling his senses away from the smell and sight. 

•"where were you!?"

•is all Lucifer had to ask for Levi to realize that Mc got hurt,

•they got hurt on his watch,

•he couldn't protect them.

•"I- I'm ok, okay." Mc had stuttered out, the pain made it hard to string words together

•it took a moment for Levi to compose himself, and even when he did outwardly he was an utter MESS inside.

•do-dont lie, Mc..." he slowly made his way over to them, but kept his distance from them.

•they got hurt because he wasn't competent enough,

•there was no way he could let himself ever indulge in their presence after this.

•he would of course take revenge against whoever dared to hurt Mc,

•but when they reached out and gently held onto Levi's hand, their's still trembling,

•he finally decided that being with them was the only place he wanted to be.

•as much as he wanted to absolutely decimate whoever hurt them, Mc needed him there more,

•and his Henry always came first.

•besides, he was fairly certain Lucifer was already making preparations to take care of the demon.

Satan-

•he was out with Mc looking for some new books from a bookstore that just opened.

•the two got separated for barely two minutes,

•but it was more than enough time for a group of demons to walk over and taunt them.

•Mc's already poor relationship with the other demons in the Devildom had recently got worse.

•its not like Satan didn't know this,

•he was hyper aware of the fact Mc was being targeted more often by lower demons for petty jabs.

•that's why losing them in a new store caused anxiety to creep into his body and sit like a rock in the pit of his stomach.

•Mc had expressed their fear of these demons (cowards, as Satan kindly referred to them) trying something more than jabs,

•so he felt very protective over them since then, wanting them to feel safe when they were with him.

•But safe was the exact opposite of what they were now.

•Satan quickly found Mc, but he also witnessed one demon slap them,

•hard.

•hard enough that they left a burnt handprint scarred onto Mc's cheek.

•Satan could barely process what had happened.

•before he knew it his vision had gone red and he could feel a low growl coming from deep in his gut.

•he was about to go after the demons who did this but Mc stopped him with a whimper that immediately brought him back.

•he wasn't really the most calm all the time,

•but in a crisis he was the best demon to go to because he could keep a surprisingly cool head.

•once his temper had cooled down enough for him to stop clenching both his jaw and his fists, he set to work caring for them.

•As he took the time to properly dress the wound the human way, Mc explained to him what happened.

•the group apparently confronted them about Satan's reputation.

•he was once known as the cruelest and scariest demon right after Lucifer,

•but apparently rumors had started to spread that he had become soft.

•many demons blamed Mc for this change because they had a pact with him and Satan was most definitely not known for having pacts with anyone.

•as he listened to this his anger started to spike again, but he pushed it back down enough to swiftly carry the Mc home.

•he didnt want to have to rely on Lucifer for anything, but only he could come and go between the human world and the Devildom,

•and Mc needed burn treatment in an environment that would promote healing for humans.

•once he knew Mc was being well taken care of though, he finally let his anger rise and bubble at the surface.

•he got a pretty good look at the demons who hurt Mc, and Satan NEVER forgot a face.

•once the Mc had come back, the scar left by the demon made Satan's rage come back anew every time.

•he even requested that Asmo try any and all facials and treatments that could get rid of scars.

•and as for the group of demons?

•well,

•let's just say,

•you should never make the Avatar of Wrath your enemy...

Asmo-

•he and Mc were on a date.

•clothes shopping, tea, sweets, spa, and hairdresser.

•everything was going great,

•Asmo was having the most perfect time being with Mc for so long without his brothers interfering.

•that is, up until their hair appointment.

•the two were separated for a bit because they each needed different treatments done to their hair.

•Asmo didn't think much of it.

•he had taken Mc to this particular hairdresser many times already, so he never thought anything bad could possibly happen to them.

•he was proven wrong when a scream came from the other side of the building,

•the area where Mc was.

•Asmo shot up out of his chair and practically teleported to where they were.

•what he saw made this normally pretty calm demon's blood boil.

•one of the workers was bowing and apologizing repeatedly as Mc looked at them dazedly.

•but what really got to him was the intern hiding behind a corner, laughing.

•"so this is funny, is it?"

•he had snuck up behind them and asked, his voice unusually low.

•"this particular human is under the complete protection of Lord Diavolo, would you like to explain to him why there is now a burn covering half their face?"

•the intern paled at that and shook their head.

•"I would not think so. Now explain to me how this happened."

•the intern explained that they dipped the cloth that goes on Mc's face in scalding hot water.

•they knew Mc was a human and they wanted to test their limits,

•but they adamantly maintained that they never intentionally harmed Mc.

•Asmo was furious, especially because this happened in a place where he was only a few feet away.

•but he did give up on grilling the intern, deciding he'd give their name over to Diavolo and Lucifer later, in favor of comforting Mc.

•they were coming out of their daze but that meant the pain was starting to set in.

•Asmo was able to carry them out of the shop and quickly home before they could scream again,

•or cry.

•he would definitely go on a rampage if Mc started crying and killing a demon in broad daylight was not a good look for his cute image.

•he informed Lucifer what happened and trusted he would then take it to Diavolo.

•Asmo carried Mc to his room and set them in his low hanging seat so he could tend to their burn.

•thankfully it wasnt bad enough to be cause for major concern,

•but it was bad enough that Asmo was worried about some scarring.

•he was able to clean the skin around the burn and then apply a few different treatments to lessen the scarring process.

•he promised to use all kinds of facials on Mc, once they were feeling up to it, so the scars would heal quickly.

•once Mc was taken care of, he couldn't even think of leaving their side,

•so he opted to lie down on his bed with them.

•Mc fell asleep rather quickly, the trauma making them exhausted.

•Asmo couldn't fall asleep for a while though as he spent time blaming himself for the injury.

•he would never, ever, forget this day...

Beel-

•he was out to eat with Mc as usual.

•there was an all you can eat buffet that had just opened up and Beel was all willing to pay for both of their meals if Mc went with him.

•of course they did.

•it is way too hard to say no to Beel.

•while he was on his fifth plate of food, Mc wandered of to the bathroom for a small break.

•they accidentally ran into a group of demons on the way there and got into a small altercation.

•they started badgering Mc and complaining about how the nicest demon brother was no longer able nor willing to hang out with them because he'd rather be with Mc.

•it was a small, petty, argument that unfortunately ended up in a small burn that ate through the first and second layer of skin on Mc's cheek.

•the demon that did it freaked out because they knew humans were weak by my god they're way too weak!

•the group ran away, out of the restaurant, leaving Mc staring wide eyed at the floor, the pain from their cheek slowly starting to register.

•they walked calmly back to the table to grab Beel.

•"B-Beel, Beel, we need to, to leave." They had stuttered out.

•the pain was making it hard to form sentences.

•"Mc, I can get a free meal if I finish this..."

•Beel's sentence had faded off as he finally looked up.

•Mc's eyes were glazed over from the pain and blood was dripping down from the pretty sizeable hole in their cheek.

•the big demon was up and out of the restaurant in no time, carrying Mc with him.

•he didnt really know what to do in the moment but he did know Mc needed help, fast.

•he went to Solomon first because his magic is the first thing Beel's panicked mind landed on.

•Solomon immediately went to work cleaning and bandaging the wound.

•because of his medicinal herbs, he had learned a fair amount of human medicine and knew how to care for a burn.

•Beel refused to leave their side, only doing so when Solomon convinced him to call Lucifer and inform him of what happened.

•After Solomon had taken care of the burn, he talked Beel into letting Mc stay at Purgatory Hall for a few days so that the rowdy demon brothers wouldn't interfere with their healing.

•Beel was over every day, almost every hour, to check up on them.

•once the burn had healed a fair amount, Solomon was able to use his magic to prevent any scarring.

•Beel 100% blamed himself for the injury, he felt he had once again failed to protect an important part of his family.

•it took a lot of convincing from Mc and Belphie for him to stop blaming himself so much.

•he was never focused on revenge against the demons that did this as his full focus was on Mc and their recovery,

•Lucky for him, Solomon and Lucifer weren't as focused on Mc..

Belphie-

•he never really left the house and he wasn't super overprotective of Mc like the other brothers were.

•he knew their strength but also knew that if they needed him they would call for him.

•so when the pact mark he had with Mc started to heat up and quickly started to burn, he knew that was them calling for him.

•they needed his help and he was more than willing to give it.

•he left the house in a hurry as the mark started to burn more and more.

•despite trusting Mc to pretty much take care of themself,

•he couldn't deny the worry and concern rapidly growing.

•the pact mark between a human and their demon is supposed to connect them and one is supposed to be able to find the other through this mark

•but Belphie was new to pacts with humans and he wasn't quite sure how to use it to find Mc.

•this did not help his concern as he realized they could literally be anywhere in the Devildom.

•he decided to just go to all their favorite places to see if he could find them.

•he eventually found them pacing right outside the planetarium.

•it was their place, the two of them, so he mentally slapped himself for not checking there sooner.

•"Mc, whats going on?"

•he walked over to them but they turned away from him.

•he froze as one of the worst smells ever finally reached his nose.

•it was awful.

•"Mc, what happened?" He tried to reach out and grab their shoulder but he stopped when he noticed them trembling.

•"Uh, um, its nothing, nothing bad."

•their voice was trembling just as much as their body and Belphie had finally reached his limit.

•he spun them around and was about to say something but he froze.

•Mc was crying while holding their jacket over one half of their face.

•Belphie grabbed the hand that was holding the jacket and gently pried it away from their face.

•Mc grimaced with every movement and Belphie swore under his breath, hating that he was hurting them.

•once the jacket was fully gone his sleepy eyes widened and any left over drowsiness from earlier was completely gone.

•there was a large burn over their eye and the skin around it was pulling away.

•he realized that's where the smell was coming from.

•"What happened?"

•he repeated his question from earlier but this time there was no way anyone could ignore his threateningly low voice.

•"N-nothing, seriously, Im taking care of it. And I, I called Solomon and he's on, on his way to help. I'm okay."

•Belphie felt his heart drop as Mc said this.

•either they didnt trust him enough to let him help or they didnt love him enough to tell him what happened.

•he really hated both of those options.

•"I'll stay here with you until he shows up then."

•he'd feel even more awful if he brought it up and made Mc feel guilty on top of their physical pain though.

•he sat with them silently for a few minutes until Solomon showed up.

•Solomon took them back to Purgatory Hall to clean and patch up the burn.

•Belphie went with and held their hand as Solomon had to get rough to fully clean it.

•he stayed with them the whole time, swearing to never leave their side again.

•once they finally fell asleep he took it on himself to go after whoever dared to touch, let alone harm his human.

•they would pay.

•he wasn't nearly as cruel, or strong, as some of his older brothers,

•but he sure knew how to hold a grudge.

•and that promise of never leaving their side could hold off a few more hours...

[mellowshipsu]

★ YOOOO i wanna see how id get shipped in twst heheh. i come off as being weird and uhh a loner (?) i dont come in groups or stuff, i dont get well with anyoneeee. they say i like to have my own style and is a very unique person. my personality changes alot, from being super silent to when my eyes looks at smth interesting i act like a crazy person UHM i act tomboyish and i panic alot (if its sumthin fun then i migth get semi excitedd) OK THTS all...

★love languanges not much since not experienced much but id like cuddles, holding hands n stuff (does tht count as PDA?) but im scared to do it ghuh..

Your uniquness is what drawn you to him.

He believes you deserve praises on a whim.

He gazes at your beauty through a windowsill.

The man who is in love with you is the one and only---

Vil!

(Image by: twisted-rubbish-bin)

One may think Vil being a model and celebrity, automatically makes him rude and vain. In truth Vil can see the beauty in everything and everyone, but people are quick to judge him. Everyone has their assets, it's just their choice to flaunt them or not. So when he gazed upon you, he believed your beauty was incomparable.

Vil notices you in potion class despite you being so quiet. You kept to yourself and preferred to work by yourself. One day a group of pairs was needed for a project and he volunteered to be your partner, while almost everyone else in class begged him to be theirs. Of course this confused you, why would a popular celebrity and one of the top students in the school would even want to be paired with you? You just shrugged and started to work on the potion together. It was strictly a professional project, no small talk, no questions. And then you accidentally knocked juniper berries in the cauldron. Oh no! You ruined the invisibility potion, now Vil will be mad at you! You breathed heavily and felt your heart beat fast. You ruined it. Vil noticed and patted your shoulder, "Are you alright?" You answered him in silence. Vil was silent as well and worked on the cauldron, throwing in mermaid tears and various flowers in the mix. After a few minutes he fixed it. He showed you the fixed potion and told you there was nothing to worry about. You seemed to calm down. How did he fix a ruined potion so fast? Vil then instructed you to hold the potion bottle so he can pour it in. When the potion was turned in, you both got a 100% on the project.

Days passed and Vil will greet you when he sees you, on and off campus. He notices your tomboy attire and thinks it quite suits you. It made you rakishly cute, an opposite of his more feminine type fashion. Which drew Vil towards you more.

When you two had class again, he partnered with you and decided to have a bit of small talk. The two of you talked about mundane things, if you ever watched the movies Vil was in, if you liked makeup, and other things. But when it came to your favorite subject, oh my goodness, you couldn't stop talking! Vil of course was entertained that you were socializing with him, but you could talk a person's ear off.

Later the two of you started spending more time together, when Vil wasn't busy of course. When you would come over, you'd sit next to him and lay your head on his shoulder which would make him blush. He was happy that you have finally felt comfortable with him. He started to call you, 'Little Potato', thinking it was cute. When the two of you walked together, you mustered up the courage to hold his hand, which he gladly accepted.

One day Vil came to you with tickets to a premier of a new movie he starred in. When you accepted the tickets he smiled sweetly.

"It's a date then."

"Little Potato, just let me put on my makeup first and then I'll give you attention. No? Why are you so impatient? I'm right here. ... *sighs* Alright. Come here."

[falcqns]

Mute

Pairing: Chris Evans x Mute!Reader

Summary: You meet Chris for the first time and he doesn’t know you’re mute. All hell breaks loose.

Warnings: angst, chris being an accidental asshole, fluff, sebastian stan being protective

A/N: I based this on a dream I had, as well as my experience with being a selective mute from 2017-2020, and how I communicated and who I spoke verbally to. Hope you enjoy!

Sebastian was shocked when he met you in pre-production for the first post-endgame Marvel movie, and you didn’t speak, instead nodding and using hand gestures that he later deciphered to be sign language. He knew that you were fairly new to the industry, and so approached Joe Russo.

“Hey, Joe. I just had a question about the new girl, Y/N?” He asked, while watching you walk of with your PA next to you. “Sure, what’s up?” Joe responded.

Sebastian cleared his throat before continuing. “I tried talking to her a little bit, but she didn’t speak, instead she used sign language, and I just was wondering if you knew why? Just so I can be better prepared and know how to help her,”

Joe smiled at Sebastian’s request. Being the insanely caring person that Seb was, his question didn’t surprise him. “She’s a selective mute. She does talk, but it is only when she is acting, and she’s an amazing actor. She mentioned to me that she doesn’t speak verbally unless she is very close to the person and trusts them wholeheartedly, such as her family and best friends. Her PA is her best friend, and can help you communicate with her. But, other than that, just get to know her. She’ll probably open up to you.” Joe finished, before patting Seb on the back, and walking off to talk to some production people.

Sebastian looked in the direction that you had gone, and decided to talk to you. You may not communicate verbally with him, but he wanted to get to know you.

Over the next few weeks of pre-production, both Sebastian and Anthony got to know you, and both were insanely shocked when you performed your first scene with them. You delivered your lines like you had been talking all your life, and with the gravity of an experienced actor. They both congratulated you, and you signed “thank you” in response. If any one had any doubts about your skills as an actor before, they had fully dissipated.

When it had been announced that production would be moving to the UK, Seb approached you and Mackie with the idea of renting a place together. You had agreed instantly, glad that you wouldn’t be living on your own in a foreign country all alone, especially since Y/B/F/N couldn’t come along. Living with both boys was chaotic to say the least, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. They gave you the biggest bedroom in the house, and began learning sign language so you wouldn’t have to carry your ipad everywhere for your text-to-speech app.

A few weeks in, you began to speak verbally to both boys. They were shocked when you spoke to them for the first time, but were insanely happy. Seb was almost in tears, recalling that you only spoke to those who you trusted whole heartedly. He had become insanely protective of you, and treated you like a sister, which you absolutely loved.

Everything was going great. That was, until Chris Evans showed up.

He had just finished filming his latest project, and decided to come and visit his two closest friends that he hadn’t seen in a few months. Mackie had mentioned that he was coming, and would be staying in the spare bedroom, and you foolishly assumed that he would tell Chris about your mutism.

But Mackie being Mackie, he didn’t. And neither did Seb, who also thought Mackie had told him.

You hid in your room when Chris arrived, not ready to face him at that point. You ventured out just after dinner time, and grabbed a plate of food before retreating back into your safe haven with the cover of working on an assignment that you had told to Seb. They bought it, and you and Chris made eye contact and shared a wave before you disappeared from sight.

A few days later is when all hell broke loose.

Chris seemed to have a habit of searching you and Seb out. It started off with him walking into our bedroom while Seb was talking to you, and admiring how you’d decorated the place. Yo gave him a small shy smile, which he returned, although there was a hint of confusion written all over his face. Then, you were asking Sebastian for clarification on the Romanian lines that you were supposed to speak the next day, when Chris wandered in to the kitchen. He noticed how you instantly fell silent, and whispered a thank you to Sebastian before you scurried past him. How watched your back retreat, and sighed, but grabbed his the beer he came for before walking into the living room.

It was later that night that you had decided that you wanted to talk to Chris. You hadn’t known him very long, but you felt very safe around him, and everyone had told you how trustworthy he was. You had spent the last 30 minutes hyping yourself up in the mirror before walking out on a journey to find him. You heard his voice floating from the kitchen, and as you got closer, your heart instantly broke.

“I just don’t get what her problem is with me.” You heard Chris say. Another voice, Seb, responded.

“Chris, I don’t think she has a problem with you,”

Chris scoffed. “Yes she does. Why else would she not talk to me, and rush out of a room quicker than she entered when I walk in? She has a huge problem with me. I don’t know why she thinks that just because she got a part in a movie that she can walk around all high and mighty, but I’ve done nothing to her. She’s being a bitch,”

You heard Seb exclaim and start to defend you, but you didn’t stay to listen to what he said, instead running back to your room in tears, your confidence shattered. You grabbed your iPad and apple pencil, and began to draw, an activity that let you communicate your feelings. You wanted to show Chris that you didn’t hate him, and that you didn’t think more of yourself just because you got a part in a movie.

You finished it right before dinner, and kept it in your grip tightly when Mackie called you down for dinner. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you made your way down the stairs, but your face fell, and eyes welled up with tears when you saw Chris wasn’t there.

“Is Chris coming to dinner?” You asked Seb, and he shook his head no sadly.

“No. He’s not in the best mood, but dont worry, he’ll be fine.” He said, as he grabbed his plate.

“Oh, okay.” You said, your voice coming out shaky. You looked down at the ipad in your hands, before walking out the kitchen. Seb followed behind you. Just before you reached the stairs, he gripped your arm, causing you to turn around.

“What’s wrong?” He asked sincerely, and you couldn’t hold back the tears.

“I-I heard h-him talking about m-me earlier,” You whispered, and Seb cursed before pulling you into a hug.

“You heard him,” He said. You nodded before speaking again.

“I drew him a picture and I wanted to give it to him to show that what h-he said wasn’t t-true, and that I’m actually a huge fan of his,” You sobbed into his chest. Seb didn’t move, but waited for your tears to subside, before walking with you upstairs.

“He’ll come around. He had a rough night, although that doesn’t excuse his behaviour. I’ll talk to him, okay?”

You nodded, and curled up in bed. “Do you want me to bring you up some dinner?” Seb asked, and you nodded again, before telling him what you wanted.

He left the room, and came down the stairs. he plated the food that you wanted, and grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge.

“What happened?” Anthony asked from the dining room as Seb passed.

“She heard what Evans said, and she’s heartbroken. I’m bringing her dinner, and then I’m gonna talk some sense into that motherfucker.”

“Good, he needs it.” Anthony agreed, watching as Seb walked away.

Seb dropped the food off to you, before walking across the hall to Chris’s room. He answered after the first knock.

“What’s up?”

“First of all, you’re a grade A asshole, and second of all, you need to go apologize to Y/N.” Seb said, anger bubbling in his voice.

“Why? She hates me, I’ve done nothing to her to-“ Chris began before Seb interrupted him.

“SHE DOESN’T HATE YOU!” He exclaimed. “She’s selectively mute, that’s why she doesn’t speak to you! She’s a huge fan of you. She’s in her bedroom, right now, heartbroken, because she heard you talking about her.” Seb finished, his hand pointing at your bedroom door.

Chris felt his heart sink. “Why does she talk to you, but not me?”

Seb sighed. “She only talks to people she trusts a lot, and you met her yesterday. Of course she’s not gonna talk to you right away, and now I’m afraid she never will because you talked bad about her. She drew you a picture in hopes that you would understand that she didn’t hate you, but you broke her heart even more by not showing up at dinner. Now, go and fix it or will not hesitate to call your mother.” Seb finished, before walking away.

Chris sat back down on his bed in disbelief. He’d fucked up, and he didn’t know how to fix it. He thought back to Seb’s threat, before picking up his phone and calling his mom.

You had just finished another episode of Criminal Minds, when a knock came to your bedroom door. You dragged yourself out of bed, and opened the door to reveal Chris. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, and kept them locked on the floor, in fear that he was going to yell at you, and repeat his earlier statements to your face.

“I’m sorry,” Chris breathed out. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You slowly moved your eyes up to meet his, and he sucked in a breath when he saw your puffy eyes. “It’s ok.” You signed, and Chris shook his head no, before enveloping you into his arms.

He moved the two of your further into your bedroom, and shut the door behind him.

“It is NOT okay. In any way. I broke your fucking heart, Y/N. I have no excuse for what I said, and I want to make it up to you. Will you let me do that?” He asked, his face buried into the hair atop your head. You nodded and he pulled away from you. You grabbed your ipad, opened up your text to speech app, and typed in a sentence.

“Do you want to watch a movie with me?”

Chris nodded, and smiled, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Of course. You pick.”

You led him over to the bed, and got in, and he climbed in the opposite side. You picked up the remote, and chose the movie “Swat: Under Siege”. Chris wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and pulled you close to him. You cuddled into his chest as the movies opening scene began to play.

About halfway through the movie, Chris tilted your chin up to look at him.

“I really am sorry. I hate that I said what I did. I just- Seb had told me all about you, and I had seen some of the leaked pictures from set, and all I wanted to do was impress you. When I thought you hated me, I couldn’t handle it, and I lashed out. I’m so so sorry about that.” He said, his thumb teaching over your cheekbone once more. “Also, Seb told me that you drew me a picture? Can I see it?” And you nodded.

You unlocked your ipad and opened the drawing app, clicking on the most recent one, before handing the device over to Chris.

His breath caught in his throat while he looked down at the picture you had drawn of him.

“T-that is amazing,” He said, tears coming to his eyes at the picture that you worked so hard to make of him. “You’re even more amazing than I thought.” He finished. “Thank you,” You signed, before thinking of a question.

You grabbed your iPad once more, and typed into your app.

“Why did you want to impress me?” Chris smiled at the sound of the robotic voice coming from the device.

“I was drawn to you. I dont know what is was, but I couldn’t get you off my mind. I had searched and searched to find another tv or movie you had been in, but nothing came up, and I was so shocked that you got such a big part right off the bat. But I was also insanely excited to see you perform. And when Seb and Mackie told me I could come and stay for a while, I was ecstatic to be able to get to know you, and that’s when I realized that I liked you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. Did Chris Evans really just admit to having a crush on you?

“Now, I understand if you dont like me back, but I had to get that off my chest, especially since I just broke your heart.” Chris said, his eyes focused on the tv to not meet your gaze. You gave him a small smile, but grasped his chin into your hand, and drew his lips into a soft and tender kiss.

He let out a breathy moan, and pulled you closer. His lips travelled from your lips, and all over your face, amking you let out a giggle. He started laughing too, and pulled away. “I’m guessing this means that you like me too?” He asked, and you nodded immediately.

He smiled, and grasped your hand in his. “Well then, can I take you on a date?”

You took a deep breath, and opened your mouth. “Yes.”

Chris’s eyes immediately welled up with tears and he pulled you in for another kiss.

“You spoke to me,” He whispered when he pulled apart, a few tears rolling down his face.

You shrugged and gave him a smile.

“I trust you wholeheartedly.”

[annadier]

Domniţă {Part 3}

Summary: The Winter Soldier was hired to protect you, guard you, risk his life for you. You are important. Your family is important. You become intrigued by the blue-eyed stoic man who stands by your side, and something brews between the two of you. Set during the Cold War. Winter Soldier!Bucky Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word count: 1178

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“Are you okay?” He asked you. It felt strange to hear his voice muffled by the mask he wore. You almost did not reply. Then you looked into his eyes, steel blue, and saw real emotion in them. Concern. Fear. To think once upon a time you had theorised that he was a robot with how reserved he normally is.

“Yeah.” The word left your mouth infused with shakiness. You tried to calm down your heart, but it was still racing from the attack. He noticed. Of course, he did. He walked over to you, carefully kneeling to pick you up. Your back ached from being pushed into the ground. The cry you let out when he lifted you off the ground told him as much.

“Can you walk?” He asked you. You barely heard him, focusing on the three men on the ground unmoving. “Y/N!” He said a bit more emphatically, grabbing your attention.

You snapped your head back to him, looking at him. Concern. Fear. Worry. “Can you walk?” He asked again. Slowly, you nodded a ‘yes’ and let him hesitantly lower you.

Instinctively, you rubbed your wrists where they had grabbed you tightly. It stung. You let out a hiss without realising and The Soldier was onto you instantly. He grabbed your hands, inspecting them carefully. Fear was gone from his eyes now. Anger replaced it. Anger. Concern. Worry. You caught him glance over at the thugs. “I’m fine.” You said softly. “Just bruised.”

He didn’t say anything to you now. He simply stepped back to call your father, talking in hushed muffled tones, informing him of your safety and that the situation had been dealt with. You focused on the thugs, taking careful steps around them, just out of reach if one miraculously woke up.

The call was made. More men arrived and took the thugs away. “Are they dead?” You asked him.

There were people around. You honestly were not expecting a response, that was not his normal. You had no idea why you had asked him in the first place, but you were in shock, you would later argue with yourself. And yet... he replied. “No. Your father will want to question them.” He said it so bitterly, as if he had wanted to kill them. That scared you.

Logically, you knew that a bodyguard’s job is to protect you. That involves killing people. He had literally killed to protect you the first time you had ever met him. And yet. This time, his desire to kill felt less like a professional obligation. He drove you back home, taking someone’s car. You were not sure whose but it had to have belonged to your father’s men. The drive was silent, the only sound that registered was when the hum of the engine cut abruptly as he got out to open your door. He never spoke unless spoken to, and you had nothing to say. This was your own fault. You had sneaked out without anyone. You knew it could have been dangerous – and oh Lord, how it was! – everything about this was on you.

“I’m sorry.”

Two words broke the silence as you walked to your room. You did not say anything. So, he must have. But why would he be apologising? You stared at him in confusion. This time, he didn’t stand outside the door, like a dutiful statue. He walked right in with you, closed the door and sat beside you.

“I should have been there. That was my job.” He sounded pained and mournful. It hurt you to think that this was probably the most human you had seen him look in two years. Whoever he truly was, It was beginning to peak through. "I'm sorry."

“No, no.” You denied. “I ran outside. I knew what I was doing.” No you did not! You argued with yourself. If you knew what you were doing, you would not have needed to be saved by him!

“I should have noticed sooner. I should have been there to protect you!” His voice raised, almost in panic. A thought filled your mind: what would have happened if he had not arrived when he did?

Tears welled up in your eyes. How could you have been so foolish? “We’re they going to kill me?” You asked him in a voice that could barely constitute as a whisper. Your lip trembled. He pulled you close. He did not answer your question. He did not know what they had planned for you, but he wished he could have killed them all the same.

He let you lie across his lap, and cry silently to let the fear out. He shushed you when you blamed yourself, he run his hands through your hair until you calmed down. Not for the first time, you we’re grateful he was there.

He watched you slowly ease into drowsiness as the adrenaline and fear faded away. He moved to stand up and lay you back in your bed but from where you were sitting now that he gently pushed you off of him, you grabbed onto his hand before he became out of reach.

“Stay?” You asked in a small voice. “I don’t want to be alone. Please?” He looked at the door with a concerned look. “I’ll say I needed you here to feel safe. I do, really. Please? Just…just tonight?”

“Okay.” He nodded without hesitancy. And really how could he deny that? Keeping you safe was his job, that was his mission.

You climbed under the covers and insisted he join you There was some hesitancy now. He insisted sitting on a chair next to you, What would happen if your father came in? Fear climbed back up your throat. Father. Thugs. You could have died? What if you had died, and this was a dream, a last minute of peace before the great beyond? He did not need to hear your thoughts to read you like an open book. When tears began to well, he gave in.

His body was warm. There was space on your large bed, but you found yourself drawn towards him. It was nice, but every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was the brutality of tonight. “Can you hold me?” You weren’t sure if he heard you, or if you had even really said it out loud but his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to his chest. It was almost like he needed the reassurance of your life. It was in this warmth that you finally found enough comfort to fall asleep. When you woke up the next morning, he was standing dutifully outside the door with his hands clasped behind his back. You barely missed the slight smile that peaked as you walked passed him before he drew his mask back up.

You would never know this, but that night, the Soldier had never slept. He forced himself awake incase a new threat came into the room while you were vulnerable - either enemies or your father.

Part 4

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[saltynsassy31]

It's me with the same question again!

I really really need a continuation of your last prompt. What's gonna happen when Spamton meets the Addisons again? Are they gonna reconcile? Will it get awkward? Who is gonna apologize to who? Will they find out what happened to Spamton? I have so many questions

I wish you the best of luck!

Thank you for the help and I'm sorry I lost the post, it should have been in privet settings but it's not, it's as if I deleted T0T

Thank you for the help so here have fic

I had planned on it being a continuation for later but since you asked you shall have it

Also i want to prefix that spamton in my hc is only small cus he was thrown into the acid by the Queen so he was the same size as the addisons (albeit still smallest of them all)

Ok, amazing, awesome, it's happening today. Spamton is going to see his brothers again tonight

"Spamton breath! I don't want you passing out with lack of oxygen!" Swatch said worriedly

When did he stop breathing again? Right when he started to panic as the clock drew closer to the time he had to leave

"You don't need to go if you don't want to Spamton, you're not obliged to go" Swatch reassured him, danm they were an amazing boyfriend what did he do to deserve them

He took in a few sharp breaths before calming if only slightly

Spamton shook his head "No, I need to do this, I WANT to do this" he was a bit taken back by his voice sounding normal for once but that was probably because he was stressed

Swatch still gave him a concerned look so Spamton got up, patted the invisible dust out of his suit and turned to them with a confident smile

"DONT WORRY YOUR [[pretty little head]] YOUR PARTNER SPAMTON OVER HERE WILL BE FINE [[twitter]]"

Swatch nodded "Alright, but remember to call me if you need anything"

Spamton smile was more genuine now, knowing that he had someone to reach out this time "WILL DO!"

•••••

Spamton was dropped off at the entrance of town near where they were supposed to meet up

Spamton had decided to use one of the outfits gifted to him by the swatchlings when he started to work there again

It was a black sweater with a pink heart embedded in the right side of the chest area and pink leggings, he was wearing his usual yellow and pink glasses (jesus there is alot of pink gksjfka)

Sure he had gotten them in a poor attempt of copying Swatch but at this point he had made it his own signature look aswell

His hair was slick back as usual but he didn't have to time to redye it so you could see the white roots of his hair showing a bit

Before walking any further Spamton took a sharp inhale puffing up his chest before letting go "you can do this [[big shot]]" he muttered to himself as he walked inside the restaurant

He told the receptionist his name and they took him to his table his brothers probably reserved

None of them had shown up yet, it's alright he was a little bit earlier then expected, his nerves got the best of him and he was 10 minutes early

It's alright, it's ok, everything will be ok he just had to wait right?

And he waited

10 minutes passed and they weren't there

Another 10 passed and nothing. He knew it, they only called him over to make a fool out of himself, just like last time

Spamton was about to leave when he heard someone call out "wait!"

He looked up to see pink running up to him with the rest of the group, all of them seemingly out of breath "wait.." he repeated resting is hands on his lap as he tried to catch his breath

"Sorry we're late, today's shift was busy and we practically had to run to get here" he explained

"QUITE UNDERSTANDABLE [[take a seat]]" the other addisons seemed a bit taken it back by Spamton's speech, they heard it in commercials yes but they didn't think that was how he actually spoke now

Pink was less shocked as he had already heard it but it was still strange for him

When Spamton stood up to great them he heard a small gasp

"Spamton, I don't remember you were this small, you were short but..." Yellow said. He only rolled his eyes, of course it had to be Yellow to point out his... lack of height

"WELL [[Fine wine]] ACID DOES THAT TO PEOPLE" He replied with a bit of a bite to his words wich promptly made yellow shut up

They all took their seats and ordered their food. They sat there in awkward silence for what felt an eternity, it wasn't as lively as it used to be

Those long nights where they'd chat for hours until they had to be kicked out because they didn't notice it was closing time

Those nights where they would laugh of the stupidest jokes until they couldn't breath anymore, and the addisons felt like they could still be doing all of that if they had stuck a little bit longer

Their youngest had needed their help and they weren't there to pick him up when he fell because they thought he didn't need them anymore, or more accurately, they were jealous

And now they sit in silence as they waited for their order to be ready

"WELL THE ATMOSPHERE HERE IS [[thicker then butter]]" Spamton said to try and break the unbearable silence

"Agreed" Orange said straightening up his posture "so let's do something about it" he took a deep breath and turned to Spamton with a small smile "how have you been? From what I've heard you are working at the Color café"

"WELL YES! AFTER MY [[pitiful]] STATE AT THEIR [[trash pile]] THEIR MENAGER TOOK ME IN, IT WAS A [[sweet sweet deal you could not resist]]"

"That is uh... Great to hear!" Orange tried to say in a kind tone

"Ok I can't hold it in anymore, what is up with your voice?"

"Yellow!" Banner scolded

"NO NO IT'S A [[insert vald password]] er- VALDI QUESTION" Spamton tried not to tic to much but the situation was a bit stressful if he was being completely honest so he couldn't hold it as well as he used to

"I HAVE BEEN [[hacked]] BY MIKE WITH HIS [[hyperlink blocked]] SO MY FILE IS [[corrupted]] I HAVE BEEN LIKE THIS EVER SINCE I LEFT YOU WOULD KNOW IF [[stayed for the night]]"

He was still a bit bitter and he wasn't going to sugar-coat it, he held it for this long he had the right to let it out

So it came with no surprise their guilty looks, at least, for the average viewer, for spamton in the other hand he was shocked if he was being honest he didn't expect them to look this guilty

"WOW YOU ALL LOOKED LIKE [[a puppy kicked to the curb]] IM SUPRISED YOU EVEN UNDERSTOOD MY [[weird talk]]"

"Well, we can pick up on the hints" Orange mumbled

Pink took in a deep breath "well if no one's going to say it than I am" he turned to Spamton with a serious face "Spamton I know that the way we left you hurt you, alot. I don't think I could ever begin to comprehend the suffering you had to endure"

"I should of... WE should have been there for you, there is no excuse for how we treated you but... we want to try again, we want to be better brothers" when Pink said that all nodded "if you let us that is"

Spamton was shocked he took a moment to process everything, leaning his arms on the table as he looked everywhere except his brothers

They were apologising, he never thought he'd ever hear them apologise but why now?

"WHy...why now?" His voice was quiet, something it never did, it sounded wet as his hands began to shake "WHy after [[years of free insurance]]-" he stopped himself and took a deep breath, stupid infomercials always interrupting his speech

"Why after so many years are you doing this now? I was left [[in the dirt]] and had no where else to go, why only now are you trying" he said looking up his voice sounding broken and his face was red from holding tears

It broke the addisons' hearts to see him like this and the guilt even bigger

"I keep waiting, hoping, you guys would come back but you never did"

"Well would you believe we thought you were dead?" Yellow said laughing nervously

When he saw the way Spamton looked at him he stopped though, he thought he was mocking him

"Uh, no really. We actually thought you had died" Yellow said cowering a bit back to his seat

When spamton lifted a brow confused Pink took it upon himself to explain

"Well, we felt really bad with how we treated you so when we heard you were going to be evicted I decided to go there to pick you up, as much as I was jealous I didn't want you to be thrown out just like that"

Spamton didn't truly belive him and Pink knew he probably thought that he'd just mock him if he had picked him up, he knew just by the way Spamton looked at him

"Um well- when I got there your room was empty, only a phone emitting some garbage noise" Pink didn't miss on how Spamtkn flinched at the mention of the phone and noise "and I heard some of the servants whisper about the Queen taking you to the acid room or whatever it's called"

"And when I asked where you were they wouldn't say and just led me outside and called a taxi for me to leave, they looked guilty and for all intent and purposes I thought that ment they had send you to be boild alive"

"And I wasn't sure what to do...." the table went quiet again, the only noise being the chatter of the rest of the restaurant

"WELL I HAVE NOT [[kick the bucket]] JUST YET AND I COULDN'T FEEL MORE [[fee]] AND [[alive]] THEN I DO NOW SO I GUESS....we could try again"

They all looked at Spamton relief, joy, grief and guilt passed through them at once

Banner began to laugh as he quickly began to try and desperately, but failing, to dry the tears falling down nonstop

"Oh dear, look at me crying like a baby I just-" he sniffed "we're so sorry... IM so sorry" he said the smile he was trying so hard to keep up fell as he could no longer hold the sobs

The rest soon followed, laughing and crying all the same and Spamton couldn't help but do the same

They spend the next 30 minutes talking and catching up, sharing tears and laughter

It couldn't be better than this

Spamton finally felt free, felt at home, like that all the weight has finally been lifted of his poor shoulders

They ate and talked just like old times. They still had alot to talk about, Spamton had gone through alot but now they had all the time I'm the world and could be patient and wait for him to tell them in his own time

And unlike before they would be there to help him

•End notes•

This took me a while and there is so much more I wanted to do!

I wanted to try and nail in the emotional point but it just didn't feel right for spamton to tell everything to them just yet so we can leave that for another time

Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed this like you did the rest ^^

Stuff might come in slower cus my life has been a bit stuffed and I can't always write

But please keep on sending request! I love writing in my free time, anyone please feel free to go to my ask and do a request! (Check my pinned post for the rules first though!)

Have a nice day ya'll 😊

[thithesandofferings]

Shopping with Raian

Raian x Reader 

TW 18+ MDI

Jealousy sex, dirty talk, Raian...being Raian, terrible food puns- please read at your discretion. semi-public sex- heavy petting.

Normally a shopping trip would be one of the highlights of your weeks but this time has been one of the most draining trips you've ever taken. Raian had been wanting you to help him with his new diet for sometime now so all that was left was to get the proper foods.

"I really dont understand why i HAVE to be here when you get the shit!...you know what to get right?"

"The reason you're here is because everytime i restock your fridge with health foods you dont EAT them. They go bad or ohma comes over and eats em for you-"

"...how'd you-"

"YES I KNOW"

"Ohma that fucking niko style bitch...can't wait to crush him this match"

"Not with your current diet you won't"

"And whats wrong with my-" You stopped suddenly and faced him, admittedly on your tip toes but not the point right now.

"Dont you DARE call the slop you eat on a daily...healthy" you glared at him. "Its nothing but junk, sugars and protein. I understand you're literally part demon but you need to take better care of your health sooner or later"

"Y-yeah thats all i need...come on dont-the demon in me got this kitty" he backed back from your threatening gaze. You let out an exasperated sigh and continued on with the shopping, leaving Raian with a confused look on his face.

You were moving to the next aisle when suddenly a hand tapped your shoulder. "...yes Raian- oh..hello"

"Um hello, sorry for bothering you but i was just wondering if you can point me in the direction of the olives" the strange man asked.

"Oh i believe thats two aisles down" you pointed.

"Ah ok. Thank you."

"You're welcome" you said turning on your heels to continue down your aisle

"..i mean ive been lost for a hot minute" he continued

"Oh" you faked a laughed and then attempted to walk away again.

"Its for this new recipe i saw online...yeah its main ingredient is olive so...you can't have it without the olives. The main star am i right?" He laughed "Y..yeah...yeah you're right. Anyways good luck with your dish"

"Oh i should probably let you go huh. Sorry for talking up olive your time" he laughed again 'Oh lord please save me' you cried internally. And just as he was about to open his mouth another time he stopped just as suddenly. His whole face went pale and mouth gaped open. Come to think of it the aisle also got darker...

"Oi!" a loud voice boomed from the back of you 'RAIAN..THANK GOODNESS. Well he's not an angel but still'

You turned around only to be met with eyes darker than the night sky, he was practically steaming...oh shit he's pissed...

"Now...i know shes too nice to say it to you but me? I dont give a fuck! So how about you and your lame ass, corny ass puns get to your olives olive boy. Cause im feeling very eggcited to beat your fucking ass right now!"

He gripped the trolley in the front of you, maybe a little to tightly, bending the metal as if it was silicone.

"YE-S SiR..SORRY SIR!!" And with that he ran off

"Wooow that guy almost pissed himself. Im surprised you actually held back, the last guy you almost punched him across the road" you laughed.

"I honestly tried to leave but goodness he just wouldnt-" Your words were suddenly cut off by Raian lips covering yours. He dragged you closer as his tongue dominated your mouth. His grip tightened as he bit down on your bottom lip, causing you to gasp into the kiss.

"-shut up" he snarled His hand slowly slid downwards cupping one of your ass cheeks completely and squeezing almost to the point of pain. With Raian everything was almost pain inducing but oh was that pain sweeter than anything else.

The way his hands moved along your body as if it was made for him and however he saw it fit to be used. Used. Thats what your purpose was in moments like these. When he kisses you breathless, when he pushes out those lewd reactions out of your body, the way he can easily have you twisting and turning...eagerly awaiting any further ministrations from his hands...or mouth...or tongue...or-.

You felt your back firmly pressed against the shelves now and as his knee parted your thighs and rubbed up against your now wet panties. His thighs...those muscular thighs... thighs that destroyed faces, broke teeth, drew blood and took the wind out of people. Yet here you are just wanting to straddle the deadly appendage and just ride it until you climaxed....which felt pretty soon alREADY!!

A wonton moan escaped your mouth once he broke the kiss. Before you knew it, you were literally dry(well not so dry) humping his thigh, your wet heat begging for friction or movement.

"Always so eager for me huh...so eager for what i wanna do to you...to this body.." he growled in your ear.

You were at the mercy of this man...this demon. Right where he wants you... "Who do you belong to?...answer me now! Tell me who this fucking wet pussy belongs to"

"...mmmm..i..it...b-you" He slides a hand in the front of him and rubs along the dampened spot between your legs.

"Mmmmmm and who made you so wet kitty? Your pants is basically soaked... have you no shame? Hm?....humping my thigh like a bitch in heat...i should fucking take you now... right in this aisle. Somebody could walk in on our little scene any moment now...you're lucky i dont want no one else seeing this fucked out expression on your face right now."

And just as suddenly he removed himself, almost causing you to fall over. Your legs was jelly, your pants was literally soaked and who the fuck knows if people didnt walk pass your little scenario just now.

"Ahhhhh just kill me now...what if someone sawwww....i...i should just melt into the ground.. please..."

"Come on lets go, as soon as were done here i'll help you with that little....problem"

"A PROBLEM YOU CAUSED" He simply shrugged

"Not my fault that slim dick was trying to talk to something of mines....you know i dont take sharing very well" he smirked.

-Krissy

[eternallyhyucks]

pretty boy | choi beomgyu

pairing: bf! beomgyu x gn! s/o

word count: 886

genre/warnings: fluff, none

summary: in which you do beomgyu’s makeup !!

𖤐 ྀ

while waiting for beomgyu to come over, you get all of your makeup ready so that you’ll quickly be able to turn your already beautiful boyfriend into an even more beautiful one.

as you begin to laugh at the thought of his face when he finds out whats happening tonight, you hear a knock at your door.

opening it, you see a smiling boy who immediately embraces you with a warm hug. he notices your extra wide smile and smugly says, “i know youre obsessed with me, but you dont have to show how excited you are, it’s getting a little creepy, you know😩💪”

“oh dont worry, it’s not that, but soon youre gonna wish that that was the actual reason behind my happiness today.” you say with an evil grin on your face.

you drag him to the couch in your living room and sit him down. “stay here, i need to go get something.” following your words, he stares at you confused as you sprint out of the room.

running back in with your hands now occupied with all of your makeup products, you say, “mister beomgyu, it’s your lucky day because today, im doing your makeup!!”

“no. no, you are most definitely not.”

frowning, you stand in front of him. “why not😠😠 you’d look EXTRA pretty gyu. dont you wanna look even prettier than you do now??”

“i like to think that i am just the right amount of pretty as i am, y/n”

“but BEOMGYUUUUUUU☹️☹️☹️☹️” you whine, knowing full well that he always gives into your wants when you act this way.

“ugh i know youre acting like this bc you know i cant resist, but im only agreeing bc youre saying youre gonna make me look even prettier than right now, which, may i add, i dont think is humanely possible🙄”

“trust me, it’s possible” you say laughing.

sitting yourself down on a seat in front of him, you position beomgyu’s head so you can properly apply all of the products on his smooth skin.

after about 15 minutes, you finally got to his eyes. “beomgyu, if u dont stop moving i swear to god im literally gonna tie you onto this seat”

“but your taking so loooooonnnnnnggggg” he complains. “im almost done, please wait JUST a little longer?”

“ugh fine, only bc youre cute”

contemplating whether you want to do his eyeliner or not, you decide to go for it.

“okay im gonna do your eyeliner, this is the last step.” you say getting off of your seat.

“wait if u havent done it yet, then why are you getting up??”

“i have to get closer to your face so i can do it properly, now move ur hands so i can sit.”

you sit next to him on the couch, trying to get a feel of how youre going to start the process of putting the eyeliner on nicely, but quickly realize that you arent close enough to his face.

embarassed, you say “uhh so i dont think we should do the eyeliner lol”

“what why?? i actually wanna do it now tho!!”

“no no it’s okay, i dont think it’ll go with the look”

“you are an insanely terrible liar”

“ugh fine, im still not close enough to ur stupid face”

“okay first of all, my face is far from stupid, ESPECIALLY now. & second, just sit on my lap?? it’s not that difficult.”

(author’s note— y/n rn:🧍‍♀️)

“fym ‘sit on your lap’ i dont want to”

“yes you do” he says pulling you onto his lap.

with your faces now less than an inch apart, you feel your cheeks turning red, but try to focus on only the top portion of his face.

before you could even draw the first line on his eyelid, beomgyu gives you a light peck on the lips and says, “sorry, i had to okay🤷‍♂️ it’s not my fault they were there”

“it literally is ur fault, but anyways,, stop distracting me and let me finish😠”

“ok fine ill stop being the love of ur life JUST until ur done. ugh,, the things i do for you🙄”

rolling your eyes, you concentrate on making sure the lines you drew on his eyelids were straight and the way you wanted them to look. after finishing one eye, you move away from his face and examine your work. “wow im so good”

“are you really though? the only way to find out the truth is when i get to see the final product” rolling your eyes for what felt like the 50th time in the past hour, you start on his other eye.

after about 10 more minutes, you back away from his face once more and sigh. “finally” you grab a mirror from beside you turn it towards yourself.

“you ready?”

“yes yes yes”

you turn the mirror, so it faced beomgyu and his jaw drops, “omg wait i look even beter than usual wtf”

“i literally told u this”

“hm i dont seem to recall🤔”

laughing, you begin to get off of his lap when he pulls u back. “what-“ he leans in and slowly kisses you, catching you by surprise. steadily pulling away, he presses his forehead onto yours.

“i love u”

smiling, you say, “i love u too pretty boy”

©eternallyhyucks

[obeiii-mee]

Hi there! Im back, tysm for doing my HC ;;/ it was super cute, i really liked Mammons and Satans!! If you dont mind if i ask for another? Hdjsks Recently, i slipped while walking home with some pals and scrapped my knee. It wasnt too bad, but it sure looked bad lmao If you can could you do HCs for the boys reacting to MC slipping and scrapping there knee while walking w them? Im sure Mammon would have a heart attack hfjd Tysm!! Keep up the good work♡

Thank you so much! I hope your knee gets better and that it wasn’t too painful! The brothers would all be panicking in their own way but I agree, Mammon would faint or something lmao.

Hope this was OK.

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The Brothers with an MC who fell and scraped their knee:

Lucifer:

-It was a miracle you managed to convince him to come out on a walk with you at all

-The man doesn’t know when to take a break from his work

-He’s more likely to accept if it’s you asking tho, he has an obvious soft spot for you

-The others call him a suck up behind his back because of it

-You were so happy that you managed to pry Lucifer away from his desk, you were basically skipping alongside him

-Long story short, you tripped over your own two feet and fell

-Luckily, your knees and palms were the only things that got a bit scruffy

-Well, actually your right knee looked as if someone tried removing your entire knee cap with a scalpel, skin and all but adrenaline was kicking in and you couldn’t feel much

-You’ve never seen Lucifer freeze the way he did then

-His mind just drew a blank

-You were about to shrug it off and call it a day, get up and continue your walk but daddy Lucifer can’t have that

-He has six younger brothers (and a younger sister at some point) he is pretty experienced when it comes to treating injuries

-You aren’t walking for the rest of the day, let me make this clear

-He will carry you back to the House of Lamentation no matter how much you protest

-In case it wasn’t obvious already, Lucifer gives off massive dad vibes and now he’s bandaging your leg while you’re laying down on his bed

-While the rest of the brothers watch the two of you from behind the door frame because they are all equally worried

-Get ready for the three hour lecture coming your way

-He’s pissed and amused at the same time tbh

-Silly human, falling over like that and hurting themselves

-Lord Diavolo forbid you try to get out of that bed, he will drag you back and make sure you stay there until your knee is better (kinky)

Mammon:

-He was on his merry way to the casino to blow off all of Lucifer’s money and you tagged along solely for the purpose of making sure he didn’t spend all of Lucifer’s money

-You’d both be done for if he did

-But I guess fate really had it out for you on that day since your foot slipped on....something and you tripped

-Both of your knees looked bloody and damaged as hell but you were more irritated than anything

-Mammon on the other hand did a fucking double take and almost passed out

-He screeched his lungs out

-One look at your injured knees and he was ready to drag you all the way to the human realm on foot to find you a doctor

-“MC ARE YOU OK WHY THE FUCK IS THERE SO MUCH BLOO-HOLY SHIT STAY STILL DON’T MOVE! THE GREAT MAMMON WILL FIX THIS...SOMEHOW.”

-It was very dramatic, he cried

-You stood up to prove that you were alright because you thought he was going to have a seizure soon enough

-OK, that helped him calm down a little

-At least now he knew your legs weren’t about to get torn off and you weren’t on the verge of death

-Fuck the casino, you were going home

-Like Lucifer, don’t expect you will walk home by yourself

-He will carry you, a bit embarrassed by his initial freak out but still eyeing your wound, concerned

-As soon as you get home and the other brothers help you out because he’s shit at bandaging, he just sits in his own pool of misery and guilt

-Your poor knees wouldn’t be so jacked up if you hadn’t come along with him today

-He was so determined to make it up to you, he stayed by your bedside like a loyal puppy with a wagging tail (flashback to the animal event)

-Overall, he almost went into cardiac arrest and was too panicked to realise you were fine

-You thought he was smothering and overprotective before? Good luck for the rest of the week

Levi:

-“See, this is why I don’t like going out. There’s always some normie laying on the groun- OH MY LORD DIAVOLO, MC IS THAT YOU?? ARE YOU OK?”

-HIS HENRY ALMOST DIED ON THE NEWLY POLISHED FLOOR OF AN ANIME CONVENTION, HE HAS VERY MIXED EMOTIONS

-You fell knees first and hurt them quiet badly but you could stand, even if the pain made you twitch a little

-This confused Levi because you looked fine even though your knees certainly didn’t

-You told him you felt alright and it wasn’t that big of a deal and he absolutely rolled with it

-But you guys still went home after that

-He said it was because you bled all over your cosplay but that’s just him being a tsundere

-Levi is usually very shy when it comes to physical contact but he firmly insisted that he help you walk home

-I mean, he knows you said you were feeling OK and maybe humans just have a lot of tolerance for injuries like that

-But he still felt it was necessary that he took you home and checked out your injuries

-He kept the mood light while disinfecting you’re wound with some help from Satan by talking about how the convention went

-High low-key relieved seeing you walk around like normal two minutes after that

-He started bitching to you about how you made him miss his the event but he didn’t mean any of it

-“Stupid normie, making me miss my favourite Ruri-chan event. You’re lucky I love you and think you’re cute....did I just say that out loud??”

Satan:

-Oh dear, why would you go out for a walk in the middle of a rainstorm? What were you thinking?

-Actually, it was Satan’s idea

-He may be a demon and the prince of Wrath no less, but he is such a sappy, cheesy bastard at times

-He definitely thinks that walking and kissing in the rain is very romantic (bet he read something like that in an erotica)

-You know what’s not romantic blondie? Slipping on a very small puddle and potentially fracturing your leg

-It was just a scraped knee but you were frustrated enough to be extra

-He’s helping you up before you even have the chance to realise you fell in the first place

-Your knee was looking pretty bad so you guys went home just to avoid any further casualties

-He’s actually chuckling all the way back while you playfully glare at him because how dare he laugh at your misery?

-Date night was ruined but at least he got to take care of you

-He knew your knee must have hurt and he felt bad but he couldn’t help but giggle a bit to himself because your fall was so comical

-Ah but he does enjoy fussing over you for the rest of the night a bit too much

Asmo:

-You thought Mammon was melodramatic?

-Take a look at this fucking guy

-He actually screeches even louder than his brother and probably falls to his knees too (but not really because those pants were expensive)

-His screams definitely got the attention of at least 10 random passerbyers

-He’s actually on the verge of crying

-I mean, can you blame him?? Look at your beautiful knees!! They were ruined

-He felt so bad for you, he actually babied the hell out of you that day

-“Asmo, it’s fine. It’s just a scrap.”

-“A SCRAP, MC IT LOOKS LIKE YOUR KNEE IS ABOUT TO FALL OFF YOUR POOR SKIN-“

-It was just a scrap but Asmo’s secret talent is being extra as fuck

-He totally spilled all the tea to the rest of the brothers when he got home

-And then he ushered you into his room

-Funnily enough, he’s pretty good with injuries. Not as much as Satan and Lucifer but still

-He pampered you for the next few hours but that image of your skin being all grazed like that will forever haunt him

-How can you not be so bothered by it?? He’d die if he was in your place

-I love Asmo just because of how dramatic he is

Beel:

-Your shoelaces were undone and of course that meant a fun little trip to the floor of Hell’s Kitchen

-Beel didn’t notice you fell at first, he was concentrating on his food and assumed you were next to him

-But then he realised that you weren’t and for a moment he thought you disappeared or something

-Before he turned to find you laying on the floor, curled up because life was pain and you were suffering

-“Are you OK? Or are you just tired? Belphie does that a lot when he’s tired.” Or depressed one might say

-But for real, he’s good at identifying serious wounds and less serious wounds since he’s an athlete

-He can tell your knees were bleeding way more than they should have from just a simple scrap

-He slinged you over his shoulder and carried you, calmly, back home, with a burger still in his hand

-He’s actually really collective and talked to you while cleaning up your injury to take your mind off the pain

-He knows humans are a little more fragile than demons so even though he knows it’s not a big deal, he can’t help but worry

-It’s kinda hard falling around him tho because chances are, he will actually catch you even if he happens to hold something

-He’s sad if you’re sad so please don’t cry he will bandage your scraped knee do you want the last bit of his burger to make you feel better?

-Comfort hugs afterwards!

-Which is awesome because Beel gives out best hugs :)

Belphie:

-Ah yes, another beautiful day at RAD

-Walking alongside with your grumpy and sleepy boyfriend when a random demon bumps into you

-Wel not bumps, more like shoves you so hard you fall down and tear the fabric of your pants

-While the dude shrugs it off and speeds away

-You were a bit pissed off because rude

-But Belphie was fucking fuming

-He felt so offended on your part

-I mean, the nerve of him

-He was tired as shit but he wanted to chase after him and throw hands, possibly fill his pillow with rocks and hit him over the head with it

-He forced himself to focus on you first before hunting the moron down

-He was a bit concerned when he didn’t see you come back up after you fell

-Turns out, you scraped your knee pretty horribly and now you were bleeding all over the floor

-He’s even more quiet than usual as he helps you up and half carries you to your next class

-He starts taking care of your knee in the middle of DevilDom history he doesn’t give a flying fuck

-He’s still furious by the time he gets home and most of his brothers know to leave him be when he makes that scary ass face

-No talk to him

-He angy

-“Does your knee still hurt?”

-“A bit but it’s not-“

-“Come nap with me.”

-“Why?”

-“Naps shall cure your pain.”

-“...”

-“Nah but for real come take a nap with me.”

-Next day at school, the dude from yesterday walks by him and Belphie smashes his head against the wall

-Before walking away as if nothing happened

-I stan protective Belphie

These HCs are really bad but I love them anyway

Al~

[lstories]

Felix and Olivia: Early Night Snacks

(Safe, soft, vore, unwilling pred, willing prey, object vore, stuffing)

Word count: 3686

Olivia ran into the living room and jettisoned herself onto the queen sized mattress that Felix used as a couch. She grabbed a few blankets and wrapped herself up before grabbing the remotes and putting on a movie. She paused it while waiting for Felix to come into the living room, he was just bringing in the snacks they made together so why was it taking so long. She reached up and grabbed a few pillows and stuffed them into her makeshift human burrito so it would look bigger. She starred intently at the doorway for Felix to come threw, he eventually waddled out of the door with EVERY snack they made together for the past 2 hours, balanced neatly on his head, shoulders, arms, and in his hands was a large bowl of popcorn and some candy bars carefully stacked on top of it. Olivia just watched in awe and confusion as he slowly walked over to the table, his eyes darting from plate to platter to bowl and slowly shuffling his feet to not have anything fall off. He was just supposed to bring them in one by one while she started the movie but he had to make it complicated again. She watched as he slowly made his way to the table in the center of the room, carefully bending down to place the bowl on the table. He put everything neatly down and in a nice order, triumphantly standing up and letting out a small sigh before falling onto the 'couch'. "Uhhh Felix, could you get off please" Olivia said as her face was being pressed into the bed couch. Felix shuffled around for a bit, rolling over Olivia and onto the back of the couch. He immediately picked her up once he wasn't on her and started shyly apologising.

"Are you ok, I should of looked where I was going. Where did I hurt you" he was holding her in front of him, checking her entire face for any injuries.

"Hey- stop, I'm alright. It's not like you could hurt me either, remember. Your more like a weighted blanket when I'm not already covered" she slowly moved her legs like a mermaid's tail

"Your fine right and you- you don't..." Felix started to trail off, his eyes focused on what she had wrapped around herself. The blue speckles diffusing into the black of his eyes, evenly spreading out.

Olivia could see the look in his eyes... well, it was more like the loss of conscious sight. He could only see food at this point. She could hear his stomach growling as they cooked and she wanted him to have something to eat as well. "Like what you see" her mouth and nose were hidden underneath a part of the blanket and she had a devilish smile creeping over her face.

"Muhh. I-I want..." Felix slowly moved her feet closer to his mouth. His eyes were darting over her entire body, he questioned if he should eat her head first of feet first.

He set the bottom of his human burrito where Olivia's feet would be on his tounge. The click of the TV shutting off drew both of their attention, the blue speckles in Felix's eyes all joined together again. Olivia looked into her blankets and saw the remote squished against a pillow. Felix looked back to see himself almost about to eat Olivia, pulling her out just before he gulped her down. He was not going to eat her, she wanted to binge watch a movie series with him and he wasn't going to stop her from watching. He looked back at Olivia, his eyes slowly moving across her body as the speckles drifted apart again. Olivia thought he was going back to do it again. He shook his head to focus himself before laying down on the bed, squishing Olivia into his chest. "Sooo, you gunna start the movie, you do have the remotes right." Felix slowly said. Olivia huffed, she was just a little more angry than anything, forcing herself to move and grab the remote while she thought of a new plan. He was so hungry while they cooked, she could feel the rumbling of his stomach threw the floor let alone hear it. All he could eat was fabrics while he was surrounded by so much food, not a great thing when he's also an excellent chef. His eyes kept darting to the sweet potatos with a marshmallow blanket, and he cooked it in such a way that it looked like a tan flannel blanket.

Olivia started to worrie, he hadn't eaten at all since they got back from camping, he just stayed by her for the entire day, making sure everything was going right for her and that she wasn't getting hurt. She's never seen him not eat for this long and it was getting to her, if he could put aside everything to make her happy than she could for him. She kept brainstorming ideas to get him to eat but he had a vice grip on her and she needed to get him a meal. His stomach growled louder, she was pressed into Felix's chest so it was even louder than it would have been and she knew it was calling for her. She looked down past Felix's arms to his stomach, she had to find a way to be his meal. She wriggled around a bit trying to get free, eventually she got her arm free and reached for the snacks laid out on the table, keeping her arm just short enough to not reach. Felix could see her trying to reach out of the side of his eye. He loosened his grip and Olivia crawled out as soon as she could, leaving her cocoon of blankets behind. Olivia sat on the side of the bed unsure of what she was going to do. Felix grabbed her arm and stared at her with a worried look on his face, she instinctively grabbed a lemon dough ball and shoved it in her mouth. Felix pulled her closer so her back was against his stomach and the table was still in reach.

Olivia looked around at how to get out of this situation, all the blankets and pillows that were on the bed was in the ball he was holding. She knew he wasn't going to eat them beacuse she already used them the way they were intended to be used instead of for food. She leaned into his stomach and started watching the movie, deafeated as to how she would help him. His stomach growled, shaking her entire body like it knew what she was thinking. Olivia turned around towards his stomach gently massaging it with one hand then going back to looking around the room. "Dont worry, I'll get to ya soon" she whispered to herself. She heard purring from Felix and looked over to him, his face was still glued to the screen but his eyes were getting heavy. She started massaging his stomach with both her hands, gently pushing every sensitive muscle she remembered from the inside. His eyes started to fall heavy and he could barely keep them open to watch the movie as his purring drowned out all the noise from the movie. She stopped massaging his stomach for a bit, resting her tired arms on his side as his eyes started to become more active again. His stomach let out a loud growl, she looked over to see his face was a mixture of shame, guilt, and pain. The pieces were starting to fall into place as she figured out her plan.

She slowly slid down the side of his stomach, trying to grab something from under the bed with her feet. Her back left Felix's stomach for just a second before he reached down and grabbed her shoulder, a sad growl emitting from his chest as he pulled Olivia closer to him. Olivia tried again, hooking her foot around the thin handle on the basket and pulling it up towards her. 12 small seat cushions were placed along the basket, small cookie pattern's woven into them. She thought they were funny to be used as snacks for Felix. She brought the basket onto the couch, pulling out one of the pillows and snuggling under the blanket burrito and back into Felix's chest. She gently tapped his lip with corner of the thin pillow, prodding his lip open until he started moving. He rolled onto his back and pressed Olivia into his chest again before staring down at her.

"I thought you wanted to watch a movie, that's why we made all those snacks but it's like your not even paying attention" he looked down at her, slightly disappointed

"I do want to watch the movie but I'm worried about you, you haven't eaten all day any you've been really clinging lately so just, open up and eat" she kept trying to force the pillow into his mouth.

Felix reluctantly took the pillow from her hands, flipping her around and onto her back and shoving her up against his chin. He took the pillow and folded it in half, putting it on his tounge and swallowing. "There, you happy. I ate your snack pillow, now can we watch your movie"

She could feel him putting the pillow on his tongue and swallow, the small lump it made slowly moved along her spine and down her back. She could feel it stop somewhere beneath her knees as the pressure was released from her head. "very" she quietly mumbled. Felix sighed as he slightly turned his head to watch the movie, not too much later he felt a poking at his lip. Olivia folded another pillow and tried to put it in his mouth, but she wasn't able to see where she was putting it so she was just shoving it into random parts of his face. "Whyyyyyy- Mhph" Felix groaned as another pillow was shoved into his mouth. "Just let me feed youuuu" Olivia whined, she was to worried about if he was eating that she didn't care about the movie. The feeling of the pillow moving under her again was satisfying, she was finally helping him with his problem and knowing he was going to feel better made her feel better. She was finally happy that he wasn't going to starve himself on accident, and then she felt the bottom of her knees move as she realized that he had already digested the pillows.

She started feeding Felix the pillows again. He eventually stopped fighting it and accepted that Olivia wanted to feed him more than watch the movie she picked out. She kept putting them in his mouth one by one until all of them were in his stomach. She could feel them slightly moving under her legs as they slowly collapsed down and were digested in just a minute. Felix's stomach growled again and Olivia realized that she was going to need thicker and bigger pillows and blankets if she was going to attempt the next part of her plan. She wriggled back out of his grip, moving off the bed and kneeling onto the floor. Felix immediately learned over and placed a hand on Olivia's back, checking her surroundings as his breathing started to quicken. Olivia grabbed some of the extra pillows she had stored just in case she had friends coming over and some pillows or blankets were missing. She grabbed as many pillows as she could and dragged them to the front as Felix pulled her out by the waist. At the last second she grappled onto a curtain and used it to pull out most of the smaller pillows and blankets. She was spun around once she was fully out from under the bed so Felix could see ever part of her body as his eyes darted over her, his hands were shaking as they checked her for injuries. He was truly terrified that something might happen to her.

Felix let out a sigh as he found nothing over her torso, his face slowly shifted to anger as he lifted her up and set her back onto his stomach. He held her arms to her sides and forced her back into his chest. She struggled a bit, slightly gigging as she tried to get away from his grip, her small grin faded as her eyes met his. His face was dead serious while they stared at each other, his hands slightly moved around her but she didn't fight back. No matter what position she was in she always felt comfortable laying on Felix, he started to grow a devilish smile as he moved his hands. Felix wasn't able to hurt her or make her uncomfortable in any way, except for- Olivia's eyes widened as she tried to fight her way out of Felix's grip. He lightly pushed his thumbs into her sides and Olivia started to laugh. She flailed her legs and begged Felix to stop, it didn't take much to tickle her but it was fun for Felix every time. "Fe- s-s-stop, stOP! I can't breathe! Please- stop, Felix! FELIX STOP!" She shouted over fits of laughter. Felix moved his thumbs out of the way and squished her as deep as he could. Olivia still chuckled at the residing feeling, her entire body was being crushed by Felix. It felt nice, like she was perpetually in his throat, she could feel his heartbeat just as strong too. While it felt nice she couldn't wait for the actual feeling of moving down with this pressure.

She stayed there for a while, his soft foam heartbeat and the very muffled sound of the movie keeping her awake. Eventually she wriggled out of Felix's grip again, he groaned as she moved away from him. "If you won't eat and you won't watch the movie then can't you just sleep and be safe near me"

Felix pushed her face back into his stomach when she sat up. "I want to watch the movie with you, and we both know it's safe in your stomach. I mean, I could watch the movie on my phone while you watch it on the TV" she pushed his arms to his sides, laying back down onto his chest.

"But it's not safe in my stomach, I- I can't let you get hurt again" Felix put his hand to her cheek, she immediately started nuzzling into his palm and resting into his chest.

"It was a small, non venomous snake that crawled into our tent and bit me on the leg. It didn't even leave a bruise, and you couldn't of stoped it beacuse you were coughing up moths, and like I keep telling you I saw it crawl out of your mouth when you went to sleep beacuse I couldn't sleep on the air mattress. Plus, we're in our house, there is nothing here that can hurt us unless we let it in. Now, you've been protecting me for the past five days from nothing and haven't eaten anything so, if you want to protect me, then eat" Olivia reached down and grabbed a pillow, trying to stuff it into Felix's mouth.

"We spent hours making food, if I'm eating your going to as- mmph" Olivia shoved it in his mouth while he was talking. He forced himself not to swallow, so Olivia kept pushing and shoving until the entire pillow was in his mouth.

Olivia sighed as she turned and picked up a small finger sandwich. Felix swallowed the pillow, it was bigger than the whole basket of snack pillows and it jostled Olivia as it passed under her. She grabbed a bigger blanket and put it in Felix's mouth, he went back to watching the movie out of the side of his eye eventually becoming oblivious to Olivia's actions. Olivia kept feeding him more and more, occasionally grabbing a snack for herself from the table but she always had some part of her touching Felix. His eyes grew heavy as his stomach slowly ballooned in size and filled with blankets, pillows, and full couch cushions. Olivia eventually ran out of stuff to feed Felix and turned to look at her work. She slightly moved towards his stomach, hands pressing in on his sides. She slowly started to rub at his stomach, each press filling Felix with delight. He rubbed one part Olivia wasn't getting with his own hand, using the other hand to press Olivia's full body into his stomach.

She could feel the moving of the pillows being digested and fall when too much fabric was taken away. Even though his stomach was taller than her, she could still hear a faint growl somewhere. She slowly slid herself from his hand and pressed her hand to his, guiding where he should rub. Eventually he was rubbing his stomach by himself as Olivia got off his chest and onto the ground. Felix didn't try to grab her this time, too entranced at the feeling of his stomach to notice. His purring was so loud she thought the neighbors might check on her. She walked into her room and put on more layers of clothing. More pj's, zipperless jacket's, and just anything that didn't have big pieces of plastic or metal, which was most of her wardrobe. She walked back into the living room looking like she was ready for a blizzard tho Felix wasn't able to see it. She slipped her gloved hands into Felix's mouth and he immediately started gulping her down like she was another pillow. She slid down his throat, keeping as still as possible to not let him realize what he was doing. Her hands reached his stomach, she could immediately feel the tendrils ripping at her gloves and what she could only describe as massaging her hands as they tried to tear away at her like she was stuffing, unable to do more than lightly press in at her skin. Slowly she fully entered his stomach, the fluff and fabric of the pillows and blankets fully surrounded her and like the last time Felix was this full, she created a pocket of air she sat in, propping it up with her layers of clothing. She unlocked her phone and connected it to the TV and allowed the two way camera. She saw Felix still laying on the couch rubbing his stomach, she slowly moved her arms threw the fabric and stuffing to the edge of his stomach. The grey tendrils started to rub her hands, slowly moving up her arms and eating away at her sleeves. She pressed at his stomach and looked threw the camera to see the tiny bump her hand made, Felix groaned as she slowly traced her hand in his stomach and spelled out FaO.

She pulled her hand back and paused the movie. "Heeyyy Feeeliiix, look over heeerrre" Felix slowly opened his eyes and looked around and started to freak out when he didn't see Olivia. His breathing quickened as he propped himself up and looked around the room. "Up here"

Felix looked up and saw a small video feed of Olivia in the corner of the TV. "Olivia, where are you? Your freaking me out" Felix slowly rubbed the top of his stomach.

"Does your stomach feel like the weight of pillows and blankets?" Her smile slowly morphed as she curled up a little tighter. Felix stood up- or he tried to anyway, his stomach forced him back down to the couch.

He slid his hands under his stomach as he propped himself back up, carrying the heavy weight in his hands. "Olivia? How did you... are you ok? Is the snake still in there? Tell me what's going on"

Olivia was jostled around for a minute, trying to get used to the new gravity. "Hey look up here, there's nothing in here but fluff. Also like I said, on the very slight chance that I was mistaken and didn't see the snake it wouldn't have survived being vacuum sealed" Felix sat back down and watched Olivia threw the TV as she showed him the little pocket of fluff she made in his stomach.

"So you're safe and I don't need to let you out? I'm sorry for not letting you check sooner, but I can't let you be in any danger, even if it might not be real. AND NEVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK!" Felix started hitting the sides of his stomach. Olivia was slightly getting jostled by the light punches, it felt like a massage gun on her her arms. Felix's punches slowed until he was tightly hugging his gut and lightly rubbing it. "I can't be mad at you for more than a minute"

Felix layed back down on the bed and looked to the camera on the TV "sooo, you gunna start the movie?" Olivia slightly laughed at the comment, moving to a more comfortable position. She started the movie and her and Felix watched the entire series together, Felix had to swallow a few battery packs to keep her phone charged. Felix had digested everything besides Olivia before the 3rd movie even started. Once it got late Felix ate the whole fabric cacoon before walking up the stairs to their bedroom. Olivia had already fallen asleep during the final movie, making some cute remark that Felix couldn't remember. He layed down, letting Olivia get comfortable in her sleep before he slightly shifted the blankets over his stomach. "Goodnight my tiny caretaker" and with that comment he drifted off to sleep, letting Olivia shift in his stomach which ever way she wanted.

[himbo-kuto]

i saw this screencap from the manga and knew IMMEDIATELY that i would have to write a lil headcanon of aone and his turtle. he is literally the most precious person who deserves the whole entire world.

i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it!

genre: fluff, wholesomeness, a whole baked bean, college!au pairing: aone x gn!reader word count: 2k warning: language

okay so you ended up being roommates with aone, futakuchi, and mai when you ended up transferring colleges last minute and needed housing

you saw that they had an empty spot and with time not being on your side, you decided to take the opportunity!! apt 205 squad!!

at first you kind of felt left out since they all knew each other from date tech but you soon warmed up to futakuchi since you had a few classes with him and mai because well-- you guys shared a room

HOWEVER!! one person you couldn’t seem to get close to was a man by the name of takanobu aone-- lemme tell u sumn about this Baked Bean

whenever you tried to interact with him, all he would do is 👁 👄 👁  or just Grunt in response

you were a bit discouraged because you thought he didn’t like you so you shied away from talking to him again :(

but futakuchi was quick to ensure you that was just his way of communicating and that he was actually really engaged in the conversation 

“oh yeah, he’s a great listener-- i talk to him for hours and he just sits and listens”

“ok futakuchi-san, but have you considered that you talk Too much for your own good?”

he gave you the finger for that one

but omg the first time aone Spoke to you????? rocked ur mf world-- what the Heck!!

you were in the mood to bake some cookies and were looking for the big mixing bowls but you just remembered that futakuchi used it to try and make a baking soda volcano 

why??? who knows but all you do know is that he put it ALL the way on the top shelf-- and for what????

but u know-- bein dumb as dirt u tried to use a swivel chair to try and reach for them

and of course it was all the way in the back like wtf curse these tall men-- 

and so you got on your tippy toes and right as you were about to reach it, Of Course the chair decided to turn 

and u were 🤏🏼 this close to eating shit but thanks to the one-- the only-- tol angel baby aone, he stopped the chair dead in its tracks just in time for you to regain your balance

“are you okay?”

you were so shook (one from almost breaking your face and two-- AONE JUST SPOKE AND SAVED YOU!!!) 

at first you just stood there blinking down at him with the bowls in your arms like hinata season 4, episode 15 - 15:37

he held up his arms to you and you blushed so hard because was he really about to carry you down????

but before your mind had anytime to roam, he pointed to the bowls and you realized with your real eyes that you were not the one to whom he was referring to 

it wasn’t long until you got over your initial iron wall with aone (…. 😏)  and he actually ended up being someone you hung out with on a regular basis

mai was always out studying for her practicals in the library while futakuchi… well.. who even knows what the heck that man is up to..

but ANYWAYS!! you guys would hang out mostly in the living room to watch TV, do homework and eat meals-- he always helped you with your math homework and you helped him with his architecture models!! 

you didn’t really know what he liked to watch but he didn’t seem to oppose whatever you had on-- however, you Did notice that whenever you put on volleyball he stared very intensely at the TV only stopping when commercials came on

aone Always ate your home cooked meals without fail

literally such a sweet and appreciative boy as opposed to futakuchi who would complain but one time aone gave him That Look™️ and he shut right the fuck up

that day forward futakuchi ate all your meals like a good boy

aone has also become very protective of you-- in high school, he may have locked onto the aces of the other teams, but in college he locked onto his close friends to make sure they were safe

one time you guys got onto a cramped bus to go grocery shopping and all it took was this creepo man to just Look at you the wrong way for aone to stand right in front of you and shoot this man a death glare that said “if you even think about touching her i’ll put you into the ground” 

HE MAY HAVE A HEART OF GOLD BUT DONT MESS WITH THE PEOPLE HE CARES ABOUT OR ELSE IT’S HANDS 

but know this ladies, gents and my non-binary friends, we MOST DEFINITELY sit next to aone on the bus and engage in the best of conversations because tHATS WHAT THIS MAN DESERVES!!!!!!!!! 

not to mention all the times he has saved you due to your clumsiness and overall single brain cell fueled activities 

one fateful day you were sitting in the living room as you saw aone come home with a whole bag of groceries

he didn’t put them into the communal fridge so you were a bit confused as to why he took them straight into his room

you weren’t one to just bust in there to try and find out so later when you guys were eating dinner you asked him what he bought at the store

he listed off a bunch of produce and then said that they were for his turtle!!!!

you were all !!?!?!??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 TURTLE?????? WHERE??? HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN HERE??? CAN I SEE THEM?

he goes on to tell you that he’s had the turtle ever since they all moved in!! but it never came up in conversation so you never knew until now

him and futakuchi rescued the turtle but when they tried to let them go, they didn’t go anywhere so they kept them!! 

so after dinner you both quickly washed the dishes, and he brought you into their room to show you his turtle

you were honestly a bit nervous going into their room-- like what were you to expect??? was it going to be messy?? stinky?? clean??? were there any secrets????

but to your surprise it was fairly clean and simple-- even futakuchi’s side (which you assumed was aone’s doing)

you looked around his room to find all these old pictures of date tech on the wall, many of them with futakuchi and mai

there was even a photo of all the third years clinging to aone like koalas on a tree and though his expression was faint, you could tell that he was happy

it warmed your heart to see that he got along with his teammates and held these memories close to him-- they accepted him for who he was and that was more than enough for you

he also had plethora of architecture books on his shelves which made you wonder why he picked that major in the first place

but you shrugged it off as you looked over to his desk

there was a table next to it with an enclosure and a cute little turtle sunbathing underneath a lamp inside

you scurried over to the tank, getting down on your knees to get eye level with the animal while you slowly brought your face to the glass  

the turtle was half curled into its shell, looking up at you as he gave you a slow blink

you could’ve sworn you felt your heart explode and melt all at once in that Exact moment

you looked up at aone with 🥺 eyes before looking back to reptile to see them poking their head out to fully greet you 

you squealed internally as you wiggled your finger as your salutations

“do they have a name?” 🥺 

“ichigo-desu...” (strawberry)

you thought your heart exploded before?????????????

oh bitch you felt like you were about to go into full blown cARDIAC ARREST MY G O D!!!!!!

“did futakuchi name them?”

“no i did…”

you literally hunched over, and leaned onto the desk for support as your heart was filled with his soft boy energy because there was no wAY!!! DID AONE JUST NAME THIS TURTLE ICHHHIGOOOO BITCHHH AHHH

but lowkey aone was also being filled with your soft energy and got all blushy-- but thank god you were too occupied by his turtle to notice

“do you want to feed him a strawberry? it’s his dinner time too”

you could not have said yes faster to this man 

he went into his personal fridge and there you saw all the groceries he had earlier that day!! he pulled out a single strawberry before handing it over to you

he walked over to the tank and cautiously pulled out ichigo before placing them on the ground

HOWEVERRRRRR!! what came next you didn’t expect at all

he walked around so that he was behind you, gingerly reached for your hand and guided you to hold the strawberry out for ichigo 

ichigo craned their neck in the sight of the fruit and started chowing down

and by God you hoped that aone could not hear your loud ass heartbeat and see your red ass face-- (you were surprised that ichigo wasn’t going after you since your face might as well have been a strawberry)

you two sat in a comfortable silence as you watched the little reptile enjoy his dinner 

as ichigo drew closer to the leafy bit, you wanted to ask aone if he was allowed to eat that part 

so you turned your head to the side to speak but immediately closed your mouth as aone’s face was only centimeters away from yours 

you thought you were red back then???? bitch buckle up cause we’re reaching a new LEVEL of red

at that moment you were no think, no thought, head EMPTY as you just stared at his profile 

all of his features were strong... the bridge of his nose, his jawline, his expression-- he himself was a strong man and you just wondered how all this soft, fluffy, wholesomeness was packed into this 192cm man

and just as you relaxed into this position

FUTAKUCHI BUSTS THROUGH THE DOOR WITHOUT ANY KIND OF WARNING JUST TALKIN OUT OF HIS ASS 

at first he’s so absorbed into his own conversation that he doesn’t even notice you guys in that position

but when he does??? it’s like those moments in animes where you’re all chibitized and you just have circle eyes and a blank expression o_o

you IMMEDIATELY come to your senses, releasing the rest of the strawberry and aone’s hand

if you could peace fade in this moment, you would’ve definitely flashed futakuchi a duces

but alas, you could not..

so you scrambled to your feet-- but not before thanking aone for letting you meet his turtle-- and RAN out TF of that room heart a BEEATTINN

from that day on, you visited aone and his turtle a lot more-- even going so far as buying things for ichigo!!

“hey aone-san, did ichigo like the squash i cooked?”

“mm.”

“hey aone-san, does ichigo like the new hide?”

“mm.”

“look aone-san! he can’t grip onto the cherry tomato!! it keeps rolling around!”

“mm.”

many of your conversations went along like that and he always appreciated the amount of effort you put into them

he wasn’t a man of many words but did his best to make sure you knew that he was listening and engaged

at one point mai and futakuchi said that “he has spoken more words to you in these past few months than he has with us in 3 years”

you were surprised but also flattered by the fact that aone was comfortable enough to open up and have conversation with you 

although it was a bit of a rough patch in the beginning, you were glad that you became a part of the 205 squad! it was you, aone, futakuchi, mai and ichigo against the world!!

[yongtxt]

hundred [johnny]

word count: 4.5k words

characters: boxer!johnny x doctor!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: blood/wound/stitches mentions, johnny hates hospitals but he likes the pretty doctor, [im not a doctor nor a boxer pls dont say that i have info wrong because I Know]

author’s note: i know this isnt long to some of u but to me it is and i havent written this much for so long im so proud of myself for finishing this:( it isnt that good but this is the first long fic ive written in a while and shhsdjk also i needed to get this out of my system ive thought about this au since that jcc came out where johnny and hyuck was doing muay thai plssss (i couldnt find a better gif tho) ok this is getting too long / feedback is appreciated tysm

Johnny Suh hated hospitals with a burning passion.

It wasn't from a past trauma nor was he afraid of it, it wasn't that serious. He wasn't exactly sure what the cause of it really was. If he had to make a guess, it was probably from the accumulation of the little things, the insignificant factors people would usually dismiss but bothered him enough that it contributed to the big hatred he built for hospitals.

Maybe it was the distinct smell of hospitals, it reeked of death and old people. Maybe it was the atmosphere of the fluorescent-lit hallways, always gloomy and heavy. Maybe it was also the fact that the fees were so expensive and yet the food they provide tasted horrible, even the coffee was a hit or miss. The only upside he could think of was people get better in hospitals, but even that wasn't assured.

Despite how much Johnny despised hospitals, he always finds himself coming back. If he wanted to get better, he had no choice but to go. He would endure the gruesome process over and over again whether it be to treat his wounds or to stitch his cuts.

With his jaw littered with small bruises and his lips busted at the corner, he sat impatiently on the hospital bed as he waited for his doctor. He was fiddling with his fingers, knuckles bruised the same way his face was. He looked beaten up, he always did.

The clothes he wore contradicted the state he was in, they were fresh and laid back. He looked like a college student from the way he dressed. A delinquent more like, if one considered his cuts and bruises. Before heading to the hospital, he always makes it a point to shower and make himself appear presentable to the public. Although no one really bothers to take notice of his effort, only him.

The sliding door opened and Johnny's attention shot up from his phone, his gaze meeting with yours. Your head popped in, peaking through the small crack you made. Your eyes lit up in recognition as it always did whenever you see him.

"Youngho-ssi?" You spoke almost as if it was a question, voice barely above a whisper to make sure you were in the correct room, about to tend the correct patient.

Johnny didn't understand why you always did that, call out his name as if this was the first time you were seeing him. At that point, you've been already acquainted with him enough due to his numerous trips to the hospital. Either way, he nods every time.

You gave him a small smile, widening the door enough so you could enter. You wore a white lab coat, a name tag pinned to your chest and a stethoscope hung around your neck. You were small, although anyone compared to him was bound to be comparatively smaller – that wasn't the point, you looked young and that never fails to astound him every time you go through the door.

You had a clipboard in your hands, scanning through what he assumed to be his condition that a nurse had written earlier after a quick checkup and disinfection of his open wound. Your lips were formed on a tight line, eyebrows furrowed. He continued to stare at you with such amusement.

"You don't have to answer my question, Youngho-ssi, but why are you always here?" You finally broke the silence, startling him in the slightest. You never bothered to ask before, always just offering smiles and small talks while you did your work; maybe his sudden regularity of coming to the hospital recently made your curiosity peaked.

He couldn't blame you. Anybody would be curious why a 24-year-old man keeps coming back to the hospital with no clear explanation.

He cleared his suddenly dry throat, he never liked saying his job. He said, "I box for a living."

"Ah, that makes sense!" Your eyes visibly glimmered, absentmindedly jotting down notes on his medical records. "My coworkers and I thought you were in a gang or something."

"I don't think I would be allowed to be here if I was." He chuckled, making you giggle as well.

"Seo Youngho, 24, minor lip laceration in need of immediate suture." You read of his data from the clipboard, almost comically. It was medical terms he was unfortunately already too familiar with, to him, it basically meant that he had a busted lip that needs to be sewed shut.

"You can just call me Johnny. Youngho sounds too formal to me." He said nonchalantly. You nodded your head to his simple request; it probably was best if you got to know him better since he frequented the hospital so much.

"Alright, Johnny. We'll start the process now, okay?"

With keen eyes, he watched you slip on a pair of surgical gloves. You grabbed a tissue from the metal tray that sat beside him and began folding it into squares. He felt his heartbeat quicken, he hated getting stitches or any form of medical treatments for that matter, but as morbid as it was, he thought of it as punishment for his recklessness in the ring.

"Isn't boxing just, I don't know, senseless violence?" You asked, tone dripping with pure innocence and unadulterated interest as you gently dabbed away the remaining dried blood the nurse failed to clean earlier.

"It's a sport, it's how I bring money to the table." He pursed his lips, ignoring the twinge of pain that surged through his nerves. He visibly relaxed when you placed a hand onto his shoulder to reassure him.

Ever since the first time you got assigned to him, the first thing he took note of was the softness of your hands. You handled him as if he was fragile glass, despite how he easily towered over you. He felt pathetic as a 24-year-old but your gentle touches would greatly help put him at ease.

"I guess. I didn't mean to be rude." You were hesitant, Johnny could tell but he was glad you didn't push on any further. He couldn't handle explaining his occupation when you were about to pierce his skin. "Okay, Johnny, now that your lip is clean and the anesthesia had seeped in, we'll start. I think you know how it goes by now."

"Make it quick, please." He nodded, squinting his eyes shut at the mere contact of a surgical pen grazing over his gaped lips. You were relieved that his cut wasn't too big, you couldn't stomach the idea of putting him in too much pain for longer.

As you picked up the tweezers and string of nylon, you couldn't help but laugh at the six-foot boxer in front of you who was clearly petrified of getting stitches, "This will be done as soon as you know it. You won't really feel it because of the anesthesia, remember? Now count to a hundred backward for me."

Once the numb feeling of nylon dragged through his lips, he swore he saw white spots flicker in his vision. His eyes immediately watered and he tried his best not to squirm under your hold, beginning to count to a hundred backward like you had instructed him to. You admitted it to him the first time you stitched him that it was a trick that you learned from your pediatrician friend. Despite it being for children, it helped to get him distracted while you focused on your job.

Minutes felt like hours, Johnny had been fighting the urge to punch something, anything, to release tension and nerves. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he took a peak and tried to take his attention away from what was currently happening on his lip. His gaze landed on your pretty eyes, how it was narrowed in focus and how your lashes perfectly framed it.

This wasn't the first time he'd observe you up close, there had been many occasions in the past that you had been too close for comfort in order to tend his wounds. It had been too many that it was almost as if he was close to memorizing your features. You were not only beautiful but you were also a smart and capable doctor.

Eventually, you finished and started to rub ointment on his sore lip — the finishing line.

"Try not to eat anything spicy or hard. You know the drill." You grinned at his suddenly pale features, ripping off your gloves as his eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the room. "You're good to go. Be careful next time."

He let out a shaky breath, clearly still winded up from the procedure, "I'll try. Thanks again, doc."

-

The punching bag felt great against Johnny's fists. There wasn't a feeling in the world that could compare to the impact of leather slamming against his skin. He could last hours mindlessly pummeling the bag if his stamina just allowed him to.

Hyunsik, Johnny's manager and personal trainer, drew away from the punching bag he held in between his arms. He let out a breath and held out a hand to motion that Johnny has done enough.

Johnny was hurting, Hyunsik could see that much. The bandages he had wrapped for the boxer's fingers were turning into a shade of red that they were all too familiar with.

Hyunsik clicked his tongue, "You should've used your gloves."

"How can I grow stronger if I keep relying on them?" Johnny rolled his eyes. His muscles needed a boost and this seemed to be the only logical way to strengthen them — a little blood never hurt anybody.

"Someday you're gonna fracture your hand and you'll be forced out of the ring. Remember that." Hyunsik huffed, his voice stern. "Take them off, I'll clean the blood off."

Johnny reluctantly did as told, unfurling the bandages wrapped around his fingers. The pain was excruciating when the fabric grazed along his tender skin, he winced at the unsightly view of his reopened wounds.

Hyunsik led him back outside of the ring to the benches where the first aid kit was. He made the boxer sit down so he could start cleaning off his wounds. It looked horrific, more so than it usually did and he had no choice but to break the news to Johnny.

"It looks really bad. You need to go get that checked in the hospital and have it sewed back." Hyunsik said, taking a wet towel and carefully dabbing it across Johnny's bloodied knuckles.

He didn't want to go to the hospital. Going to the hospital to have his wounds treated meant that Johnny would be medically required to take days off work to let his hand heal. Johnny frowned, "Don't you have an ointment or something that could help? I can't afford to lose a day of practice."

"Don't you think I know that?" Hyunsik rolled his eyes. "As your manager, I want you to be in top shape for your match next week, even if it means sacrificing a day or two for you to heal."

Johnny could only nod. He sat through Hyunsik's lecture on the changes he should make to his dietary plan and the exercises he should do during his temporary break. It infuriated him that he couldn't do anything about it but nod along.

The incoming match that was set next week would make or break his career as an underground boxer. He didn't have the option of missing it because of some measly reopened wounds. If he had to rest to get better, he had no choice but to suck it up. This was his fault anyway for pushing himself too much.

Johnny showered in the locker rooms and changed into nicer clothes that didn't reek of blood and sweat. His hands were stinging but he shook it off.

He ignored the concerned looks other boxers were giving him and begrudgingly made his way to the hospital to get himself checked in. You wouldn't be happy to see him all bloodied again, he thought.

-

Much to Johnny's surprise, it wasn't you who was assigned to him. It was a much older doctor with graying hair and a nose stuck too far up in the air. She was rude and condescending, her lack of politeness to her patients was quite appalling. If Johnny wasn't in such a bad mood, he might've complained already.

God, this day couldn't get any worse.

With a meek voice, Johnny asked where you were and at the mention of your name, his doctor gave him a narrowed look. She sneered, "She's handling much more important cases. Does she know you?"

"I think so." Johnny gulped, unsure of the answer himself.

The doctor's grip was tight and she was hasty. It was as if she was trying to speed through the process to just get it over with. Johnny wanted to cry because he was starting to get traumatized by this doctor's procedure, he didn't want to hate the hospital more than he already did.

He internally screamed for your name as he watched the doctor pull on the gloves. The sliding door harshly whipped open and there you were in all your glory, like an angel sent from above to save him from the devil incarnate who was about to pierce his skin.

You were panting and the sheen on your forehead made it obvious that you ran your way to his room. Johnny's heart leaped with glee.

"Unnie, I'll handle him." You said, unable to catch your breath as you made your way inside. "I think the ER needs you more than me."

The doctor seemed hesitant at first but you tried to convince her otherwise. She eventually agreed and left you with Johnny who had a cheesy smile on his face the entire time since you've arrived.

"So Johnny, what happened this time?" You asked, picking up the clipboard that sat next to him on the bed.

"I overdid the punching during training and it reopened some old wounds on my knuckles. It hurts like a bitch."

You pulled a face, "That's a bit intense."

He chuckled, "It's normal."

"Can I please see it?" You opened your palm so he could place his hand on yours. You observed his cuts and the scabs that were beginning to form around it, it was too deep to let it heal on its own so you made the verdict that he needed to get it sewed back together ⁠— as unfortunate as it was since he was a boxer and he needed his hands to box.

You tugged on a new pair of gloves and began the painful procedure, Johnny started counting down even without you instructing him to. You quickly got to work and stitched back his wounds with your lip in between your teeth

Johnny felt squeamish, he could never get used to the feeling of stitches. His eyes were glued shut and he mumbled numbers like it was mantra.

Once you were done, you smiled fondly at your work. You managed to get by with fewer stitches and you felt pride swell up in your chest. Johnny noticed and, as lightheaded as he was, couldn't help but smile as well.

"You're pretty good."

"At stitching?"

Johnny nodded with his cheeks flushed, he made a mental reminder to smack himself in the head later for such a crude comment. You probably thought he was an idiot now.

"I sure hope so." You chuckled, making him blush even deeper if that was even possible. "It's part of my job."

Johnny shook his head in embarrassment, his dark hair bouncing from how vigorously he did it. He mumbled, "That sounded really lame and not smooth, I'm sorry. Please forget I opened my mouth."

You could only chuckle as you apply the ointment around his knuckles. He wanted the ground to open up and just swallow him whole.

"Please let this heal completely, Johnny. Don't apply any strain on your injuries for a couple of days and refrain yourself from carrying anything heavy so that the stitches won't rip." You said, carefully placing down his hand back on his knee. You were gentle as ever, Johnny swooned. "Absolutely no punching for a while."

"I have an important match at the end of next week. Is there any way to speed up the healing process?" Johnny asked, his eyes were almost pleading at you and you blinked at him in surprise.

"Apart from what I just said, there's really nothing else you could do." You pursed your lips, watching his expression visibly deflate. "If you want to have even a sliver of a chance at winning your match, I suggest you do as I say. Your stitches won't take too long to heal, I promise."

If Hyunsik was there with him, he would've probably already scolded him but the point would be the same. He had always prioritized Johnny's health above winning.

"Okay, doc. I'll do my best." Johnny said, defeated.

"You know, I always see the aftermath of your matches and your training. I want to see you in the ring next time when you're not bloody and beaten up yet." You smiled at him and you swore that all the color that was previously drained from Johnny's face came rushing back. "If it's okay."

"Are you serious?" Johnny asked, almost dumbfounded. Did the pretty doctor he'd been crushing on for months really just asked if she could watch his match?

You nodded with the same hue of red now tainting your cheeks.

"O-Of course! It's on Saturday next week! Please come and cheer me on!" Like a little kid, he excitedly rambled on about the details about the upcoming match and you nodded with the same enthusiast as you wrapped bandages around his hands.

You weren't from his world so everything he said sounded foreign to you. The terms he said, the infamy of his opponents, the prominence of it all — you were eager to learn it if it meant seeing him this happy.

You've always known that he hated hospitals. It was clear from the way he acted during your first meeting. He was stiff and tense, the body language he exuded just screamed that he wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there. As he visited the hospital more and more, you noticed the hatred never faltered. He only became better at hiding it from you.

To see him so relaxed and carefree within the four walls he hated with all his being, it was a breath of fresh air and the feeling you had in your chest grew stronger.

"You're good to go. I promise to see you in your match." You were jotting some last-minute details on the clipboard and you missed the way Johnny kept grinning like an idiot. "As much as I love seeing you here, I hate that you keep getting yourself injured. Keep out of trouble for me, Johnny."

You left the room without letting Johnny say another word.

Fuck, Johnny realized he hadn't asked for your number.

-

Johnny's match started in ten minutes. His heart was pounding in his ears, he almost couldn't hear what Hyunsik was shouting to him.

The underground stadium was filled to the brim with people, he felt more nervous than he did during his first boxing match. A lot was at stake for this win, he needed the belt. He was desperate for it.

"Johnny, are you listening to me?" Hyunsik raised his voice, aggressively slapping Johnny's cheeks together in his hands so he could focus on him. The boxer's mind was fleeting and it was his job to pull him back to reality now.

He hadn't seen you since last week and as much as he wanted to go back to the hospital to see you, he refused to badly hurt himself in the days that led up to the match. Johnny scanned the crowd for your face but he couldn't see it. You weren't there.

At the lack of your turnout, he failed to mask his disappointment. Hyunsik let out an aggravated groan and pulled the boxer on his feet to berate him further.

"Johnny, please for the love of all things holy, look me in the eye."

"I'm sorry. I'm okay now. I'm listening."

"Good because your match is starting soon and I need you to win this. All your hardships and sacrifices boils down to this match, you hear me?" Hyunsik bellowed, trying his best to keep his voice louder than the cries and chants of the audience. "Show them what Johnny Suh is capable of!"

Johnny nodded fervently, forcing himself into a state of serenity of peacefulness. He let out heavy breaths to even out his breathing as his team surrounded him, prepping him for what was about to come.

Hyunsik raised his hand at Johnny. He had five minutes left until his match started and he wasn't calming down.

"Can I please have some water?" Johnny asked and his medic stumbled on his feet to fetch him a bottle from the nearby cooler. He couldn't help but let out a shaky chuckle, his team seemed tenser than he was.

He downed the bottle as soon as it reached his hand. His hand was shaky. Goddammit, why was he so nervous?

At the corner of his eye, he saw Hyunsik making his way over to the barricade that separated his corner to the rest of the stadium. He arched his neck in a way that would let him take a peek what was so important that Hyunsik had to leave his side when the match was starting in a few minutes.

It seemed like Hyunsik was trying to stop a girl who was forcing her way in through the barricade. His stomach lurched at the sight of her familiar face.

As if he was acting purely on instinct, Johnny shot up from his seat and ran towards you. Hyunsik held up his arm to stop him from going any closer to you. You could've been a deranged fan, for all Hyunsik knows.

"Johnny-"

"I know her."

Hyunsik was startled at his response and started to profusely apologize to you. You looked nothing but smug and Johnny let out a breathy laugh that helped unravel the knots in his stomach. The boxer quietly motioned for him to take his leave and Hyunsik hesitantly did as told only after tapping his wrist as a sign that time was ticking.

You bowed at him apologetically, "I'm so sorry I'm late! There was this damn patient-"

"It's okay. You're here now." He cut you off, a cheesy smile on his face. You easily reciprocated it back.

"I just came down here to wish you good luck." You said with the usual confidence in your tone gone and now replaced with a sudden timidness and bashfulness. "Not like you need it or anything."

"Where are you sitting?" Johnny asked, noticing that you were struggling to keep your attention on his eyes. He peered down and realized that he didn't have a shirt on, he chuckled.

You pointed near the walls of the stadium and he strained his vision to see so far away. He pursed his lips and let out a noise of discontent. You said that it was the only seats available because you were so late.

"Why don't you sit here with them? They wouldn't mind." Johnny said, jutting his thumb over to his team who was furtively watching his interaction.

"Oh no, it's okay."

"I insist. I want you to see me win up close."

You blushed a deep shade of scarlet and Johnny grinned at his successful attempt at a flirt. Was it even a flirt or was it an ego stroke? Either way, it didn't matter because you were smiling at him. You were easing his nerves and you didn't even know.

"I got out of my shift early so I wouldn't be in the hospital later to stitch you up." You teased, softly prodding his shoulder blade.

Johnny playfully puffed out his chest, "I don't plan on getting too injured today, I wanna look cool in front of you."

"Whatever you say, Johnny."

"But I'm nervous. I'm actually really nervous today." Johnny mumbled as if he didn't want anyone else in on your conversation, gone all traces of his cockiness as his heart thudded erratically against his chest when he heard Hyunsik's call of the last minute until he has to go inside the ring.

You gingerly reached for his taped hands and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Just count back from a hundred like I always tell you to. You'll do fine."

"Wait for me after the match, okay?" And so you did.

Counting down the numbers, Johnny clambered inside the ring and the bell rang to signal the start of the match. Being in the medical field meant that you were against all forms of violence so you couldn't really watch the entirety of the match without feeling sick to your stomach. Johnny didn't care, he was just happy that you kept your promise and was cheering him on.

It was hectic and everything was happening all at once. It was loud and everybody was screaming. This wasn't your world, it was Johnny's and your heart fluttered at the thought that he was willing to let you in it.

Eventually, the match ended in Johnny's favor and the next thing you knew, you were being hoisted up in the air. You had the biggest smile on your face, similar to Johnny's who now had a shiny belt slung over his shoulder. All his hard work and all his trips to the hospital paid off.

"Congrats on your win!" You exclaimed, placing your palms on his chest to steady yourself.

"I wanted you to see me get the belt." He admittedly sheepishly, reaching out to hold your wrists in his bruised hands.

"Aren't you hurt in any way? We can drop by the hospital if you want." You asked, checking to see if he had any major injuries but true to his word, Johnny was inflicted little to no injuries during the match, exclude the few bruises on his jaw and a busted lip

"Actually, I'd rather we get some coffee instead." Johnny said, the small smile on his lips making you chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I don't date my patients." You smirked at Johnny's crestfallen expression, softly shoving his side to make it known that you were only joking.

Johnny pulled a face, releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding once he realized your joke. He played along, "I think you can make me an exception, I don't usually invite people to my matches."

"So this is about getting even, huh?" You were teasing him and now your faces were merely inches apart but before Johnny could even think of leaning in, you spun around and grabbed his hand once more. "C'mon then, my treat!"

Johnny let out a laugh. A boxer and a doctor, who would've thought?

[cannibal-witchh]

"I'm No Hero, Lady"

Reader(fem) x Carlos Oliveira

Written by cannibal_witchh

Contains: Violence, gore, vulgar language, some fluff

Notes: I previously wrote a fluff fanfic about Carlos snuggling the reader in bed during a storm. The reader had a nightmare about the past which was the incident in Racoon City. This is the scenario that occurred when the reader is saved by Carlos before the end up together.

The previous story:

The city was cast in flames, the fire resembled an angry ocean of embers, quickly devouring collapsing buildings and destroyed vehicles. The decaying humans once recognizable, slowly met the fate of existing as the undead, as putrefing skin consumed them. There were several minutes of sickening screams, gnashing of teeth, buildings crumbling, and the blazing of an angry sea of heat. And the following after that was stilled silence, painful, vacant, lifeless, and numbing. The air almost seemed heavy, ears desperate and clawing for a sound to be stirred.

Several hours had past since a violent rage of a deadly pandemic disturbed Racoon City. You had been locked away in your supervisor's office at the museum, alone and terrified. You possessed no expierence in defense, you were simply a staff member of the local museum. It wasn't until an unfamiliar face offered you help, it was an incredibly risky gamble to take, but it was either be supposedly 'saved' or stay under a desk in a poorly protected office for however long.

"Y/N, I'm gonna need you to stay close to me, there's too many of those freaks roaming around, and from the little knowledge disclosed they are very contagious. A bite, maybe a scratch, will cause a nasty infection.", Carlos informed as you nervously followed closely behind. He was leading you through the south wing of the museum where the dinosaur fossils were displayed. It was eerie, the entire large room completely in darkness, and Carlos' gun light being the only illumination you both had. " Relax, I took all these fuckers out already. You're safe, lady. " he looked over his shoulder at you and gave a warm grin. It was hard to find complete emotional relief but he certainly was charming. His shaggy dark hair brushing on his forehead and above his brown eyes, his olive muscular figure, and his scruffy beard. He definitely was handsome and unusually young to be working in this field. " How many of them were there?", you whispered, darting your eyes all around the room, examining for any movement or noise.

" Maybe twenty, there wasn't too many."

" What about how many survivors you and your team found?"

" Sadly, just fifteen. Either civilians refused help and barricaded themselves in. Or they were found too late and turned into one of those monsters."

" That's awful.", you felt the sting of reality flood through your body. Just fifteen. You continued pacing attentively behind him as he held his rifle close against his chest. "Walk carefully over here, this is where I had to clear a group of them out.", he muttered as you both managed to enter the corridor leaving the fossil room. There were adleast ten dead bodies scattered along the ground. Gore staining the white tiles, the stench of expiration filling the narrow hall, and decoral tarnished and destroyed everywhere. Discomposure deluged your body, you froze, standing idle, and quivering. It was an electric feeling of absolute fear that paralyzed you. You would have to maneuver around carcuses that could still possibly be alive, and you were not in proper attire to protect yourself at all from their attacks. You dressed in a tight grey houndstooth pencil skirt, and a silk mint collared blouse. Definitely not fit for an apocalypse. Carlos turned facing you, realizing you had stopped following him. His expression was serious for a few seconds, and a few times he would glance behind him confirming nothing was there. " C'mon, Y/N, we don't have much time." He beckoned

" I can't, I'm afraid."

"I cleared all this hallway, I promise. I won't let them hurt you.'

"I'm sorry Carlos. I'm too afraid...", you admitted with humiliation.

" Lady, ugh...don't hit me ok?", he playfully smiled and swung his rifle around his back. He plodded over to you and quietly scooped you up against his chest. He let out a awkward giggle and started to regain his balance with your weight. For someone who just witnessed this horrible pandemic, killed the undead, and did this independently he sure was calm. It was comforting, though. "Sorry, but I'm not leaving you behind nor am I wasting time.", he glanced over at you, making brief eye contact. His eyes were soft, it didn't display the slightest fear, and his hair swayed side to side above his gentle eyes. For someone roaming around in rubble, blood, and sweat, his aroma smelled wonderful. He smelled of spices and his own sweat. It was strange but he didn't smell too bad. Carlos coggled back ahead, carefully stepping over corpses, and just as he promised, they really were all dead. Occasionally, he would bounce you up to gain more security when holding you. You draped your arms tightly around his neck to stay supported. His breathing was slow and quiet against your face as he carried you closer and closer to the exit. " Do me a favor, please. Please watch my back.", he requested finally making it to the exit. The exit sign flickered red, static occasionally sparking from the sign, and shimmering down onto the ground. You looked over Carlos' shoulder and with your relief, nothing was there. No rustles and no movements. Carlos was struggling to open the door, he continued to press against the bar of the wide door a few times until he finally gave up. " Fuck!", he quietly shouted as he stepped back from the door. He took a few more steps back until he had a little space between the door and him. He lifted his foot up and kicked out the door. The door rattled loudly and swung wide open. " Thank God,", he sighed in relief as he transported you outside the museum.

"OK, ok, you can let me go. Sorry, for the trouble. ", you bashfully removed your arms from over his neck, and he slowly lowered you to your feet. "Didn't like being held, huh? I'm just kidding, let's keep going.", he teased as he began walking down the alongated museum alleyway. The two of you had finally made it out of the museum, and the alleyways seemed relatively tame. There wasn't too many corpses lurking down it. And the ones that did approach the two of you, Carlos would resolve with a knife to their skull and quickly they would collapse. He tried not to resolve issues with his gun unless it was when it was absolutely out of control. A few minutes of carefully walking down the backstreet, there was an abrupt crash of shattering glass behind you. It startled you and you immediately drew your eyes to the direction of the loud sound. " C-Carlos...", you stuttered backing away in terror. The virus effected animals too. A large dog had launched itself out of the window, snarling and foaming blood from between its teeth. He stood in an agressively pose, not removing its eyes on Carlos or you. " Try staying quiet, Y/N. We don't need to attract more attention."

"P-p....please shoot it..", your eyes watered on the verge of a break down.

The dog darted forward directly at you, something yanked at your wrist pulling you backwards. Carlos had grabbed you leading you both into a full on sprint. " I don't want to fire off in such a small space. I'm not sure if other freaks are around and they'll go towards the sound. We have to be careful." He quickly clarified, dragging you by the wrist to the very end of the alley. The dog continued racing towards the two of you, snarling and barking loudly. "Carlos!!!", the dog jumped forward at you, nearly biting your arm but a bullet dove forward directly into its skull. The dog flew backwards in a pained whimper. " Shit!", Carlos cursed in frustration, he moved his head around examining all directions. " Fuck, fuck, fuck...we gotta go!", he gripped your wrist and began to guide the both of you back towards the middle of the alley. The dead had be drawn to all the barking and the gun shot. Unfortunately, a group was forming on both ends of the alleyway, and blocking any escape. " Y/N, look! ", a broken fire escape ladder hung in the middle of the alley, it was the absolute only opportunity to escape. Carlos squated down, holding his hands together to give you a boost up to it. " Go, go, go, ", he chanted trying to sound as hopeful as he could. You hoped up and grabbed the ladder, with as much strength as you could gather, you began to pull yourself up. The swarm of creatures got closer and closer and you feared for Carlos' safety. Come on climb already! He jumped as high as he could, latching on to the ladder, and pulling himself quickly up. He let out multiple gasps of air in exhaustion and then gestured with his head to continue climbing all the way up. "Let's get all the way up, away from these fuck faces!", you both felt rattling from the fire escape with each step and climb you both took. You felt unsecure having your weight, Carlos', and his equipment. Within a few minutes of climbing up very high, you both managed to get to the roof of the building. Carlos immediately dropped his gun to the ground and laid on his back. For minutes, he laid there breathing heavily as if he ran a marathon. You walked a few feet away from him, dropping to the ground, and covering your face in your palms. So many emotions churned inside your mind, you were exhausted, terrified, confused, and livid. What was going on? Tears began collecting in your eyes, you failed to suppress the tense emotions clenching your chest, your body quivering in shock, and you began to fall apart in your own hands.

"What's wrong, Y/N? Are you hurt?", a large hand squeezed your shoulder.

" No..., I just, I dont know if I can take all this.", you sniffed continuing to conceal your face away from Carlos'. You felt his large arms wrap around you, pulling you close against him, and he rested his head against your's. " I get it. I'm scared shitless too. But you know what, we aren't doing so bad. We've survived this long."

" I only survived because you decided to be a hero and save me! I would've died on my own. I'm useless!", you cried, feeling tears escape between your finger tips. "Woah, no, you aren't useless. Its not like every other day a random pandemic hits and you get used to this stuff. I've never dealt with this shit before in my life. This is new. Everyone is just trying to survive, you made it on your own for hours with no help. Don't be so hard on yourself." Carlos brushed his large hands against your arms trying his best to calm you. He wasn't exactly great with words but you could tell he tried to make effort. You lowered your hands, revealing your tired red eyes, your face sticky and hot from crying. You felt embarrassed but it was just so difficult to keep it together. " We are almost out of here, chin up.", he grinned, squeezing you against him warmly. " T-Thank you, I'm so sorry you're putting up with my shit.", you glanced from the corner of your eyes at him, too embarrassed to completely turn over to show your reddened face. " Stop. Look at me.", you obeyed his request, although it was hard, you turned to face him. " This is what I'm here for. I want to help and I am happy to help you. Its a plus that you're a cute lady running around in a pencil skirt too. " He teased patting the top of your head, ruffling your hair and giving a light hearted giggle.

Unexpectedly, Carlos' walkie talkie beeped and static flooded through for a brief moment. " Carlos, where are you? Are you alive?"

"Tyrell, I'm alive, surprisingly. I'm up on a roof across Racoon City's museum with one survivor."

"Good! I hadn't heard from you for hours wanted to make sure you weren't having too much fun. So you only found one survivor?"

"Just one. I looked in several areas in the B territory but either the survivors were barricading themselves and uncooperative or turning."

" Shit, well, the boss man says we have to make this our last run. Things are getting bad and we are borderline at max capacity. Hurry up! I will stall."

There was a beep following static and it then it ended. " Looks, like we have to go. I have to take you to the exit we made. There will be a bus and they will take you far from this city to safety."

"What about you? You make it sound like you're not coming?"

"My commands remain. I have to stay."

You felt your cheeks buzz with heat, he was directed to remain?

****

Carlos and you had waited on the roof top for adleast half an hour. He had given Tyrell an update before the two of you finally climbed down the ladder. Luckily, all the zombies had migrated else where. The two of you quietly hurried, it took nearly another fourty minutes before you finally saw a buses gathered by an exit. It was filled with a civilians, and surrounded by military workers. You felt relief hit you, as you saw other evidence of survivors and humanity. You looked over at Carlos, he turned to face you completely, and he placed a hand on your shoulder. "It was a pleasure helping you.", he smiled, squeezing your shoulder as he walked you to the bus. A doctor on his team examined you for any signs of infections before you boarded, thankfully, you were ok. Thanks to Carlos. You entered the bus and turned around to properly depart from Racoon City, and to depart from your hero. " Thank you, Carlos. You really are a hero.", you smiled displaying truely appreciation. Carlos chuckled for a second and shook his head. " I'm no hero, lady. Hopefully, I see you around. Hopefully, still running around in a cute pencil skirt! ", he winked playfully, as blush scattered across his face and your's. Was he flirting with you? "Just try finding me at museum then. Well, thank you, Carlos. Really. Thank you.", you leaned forward and pecked his cheek.

"Until then."

The bus door closed, and you moved to your seat. You watched as the bus began to leave, your eyes fixed on Carlos, as your view grew smaller and smaller of the city and him. You hoped maybe one day you would see him again. You hoped your hero would survive this. You believed he would.

[shitpostsfromtheinvisiblelibrary]

Ok we've had Kai saving Irene and Vale from drowning as a major bonding moment. I'd like to propose Kai saving Catherine from drowning

I mean this isn't the darkest thing that I've written but it got way darker than intended...

Tags: drowning, minor injury, cpr, Catherine contemplating her own death (I need a snappier tag than that)

Catherine watched the last of the light slip away. Her lungs burnt and she was just too far below the surface to even get a hand above the water. Something was tight around her ankle and in the logical part of her mind she knew that thrashing around would waste her oxygen, exhaust her and wouldn't help.

The logical part of her brain was getting overwhelmed by the blind panic that came with the knowledge that she was drowning and that no one was going to save her.

She tried to kick her leg but it hurt to do so, she didn't know what it was but it was biting into her skin. Or it was before the chill of the water and burn of her chest started to overwhelm that.

She just hoped that they'd at least find her body, Bury her with her parents maybe. She probably wasn't the first Librarian student to die before making it to Librarian, she was only a little annoyed about not making it that far, it wasn't like she had long to be annoyed anyway.

"Stay here," Kai said, shoving Irene back, she tripped and fell down. He stripped his coat and jacket off and threw them to one side. "Don't go anywhere," The water slowed for a moment as he stepped into it before picking up again as he dove below.

It was dark beneath the water but it was with ease that he moved through the water, it was as much a comfort as it was currently his enemy as he swum toward where he'd seen Catherine hit the water.

He didn't know if she could swim, but they hadn't seen her surface again and he wasn't going to wait any longer in the hopes that she would manage it.

Catherine exhaled, she hadn't meant to, but it hurt. Now the pain was even worse though, a stupid thought floated through her head, the water tasted foul, far too salty.

Kai wrapped her arm around Catherine's waist as her eyes shut. He could still breath but that little trick was too little too late for Catherine. That probably gave him a minute to get her back to shore.

Her ankle was sluggishly bleeding. The rocky river bed was uneven and jagged and her right ankle was between two rocks, her desperate attempts to free herself had made it worse. He released his grip on her and whilst he knew it'd do more damage to her leg, roughly pulled her free before grabbing her again and swimming as fast as he could.

He dragged her out onto the Riverside. "Come on," He muttered as he lay her down, putting his ear over her mouth. Irene was watching him, she wasn't moving, luckily she wasn't the only one with good first aid skills. It was hard to override the panic he felt looking down at Catherine, her lips tinged blue, skin made pallid by the ice cold water and lack of air. He knew he still had some time, but she looked dead.

It was on the third set of rescue breaths that Catherine coughed up the water and he quickly rolled her onto her side as she brought up a lung full of water. One hand on her shoulder to stop her falling onto her face and the other rubbing circles on her back as she gagged, struggling to breath again for a moment before it was almost all out. He was almost put of breath himself now, they always warned him about that but he'd never actually had to use CPR before. He gasped for air as she did.

"Deep breaths, Catherine," Kai said softly, before coughing, as he drew the water out of her clothing. She was shivering now, from the cold and possibly shock as well now.

"Here," Irene said, she'd brought his coat and jacket and helped to bundle Catherine up in them. Once swaddled, Kai pulled Catherine into a tight embrace, her cheek resting on his shoulder as she wheezed.

"Kai?" She choked his name.

"Dont try to talk," He said. "I've got you. We've got you."