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h0efor2ho · 2 days ago

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Two Is Better Than One

Seungcheol X Reader X Mingyu

WC : 4.4K

TW : Roomates to FWB, threesum, unprotected ( wrap it up ) Anal, Vaginal sex, Fingering, Oral, Very very close to male on male, double penetrate, talks of masturbation, talks of toy use and listening through walls.

You jump at the sound of the door bell of your apartment ringing. "Piizzzaaa's Heeereee" you shout as you answer the door. Quickly paying the delivery driver you make your way into the kitchen. "I can smell the garlic knots from down the hall" Mingyu says as he enter the kitchen behind you. "Of course you can" you say rolling your eyes. You and Mingyu became quick friends back in freshman year when he coincidently was a pizza delivery driver. For two months straight he would deliver pizzas to you almost every day. The pair of you quickly bonding over your shared love of movies, after all he was a film major. "Where's 'Coups?" you ask as you open the pizza box.

Like on que you hear footsteps as Seungcheol rounds the corner into the kitchen "Right here" he smiles at you. His brown hair clinging to his forehead, wet, indicating he just finished up in the shower. Mingyu had introduced you to Seungcheol aka S.Coups aka Coups as you called him, toward the end of your freshman year of college. The two of them were gym buddies as they put it, working out together everyday. You and 'Coups clicked right away over your love for literature. The two of you often having conversations about the meaning of whatever book you were reading. The three of you became inseparable so it was a no brainer when your second year rolled around, that you should all live together and here you were two years later, all still getting along.

You smile up at Seungcheol as he makes his was over to you "How many slices you want 'Coups?" reaching up to grab another plate from the cabinet. You cant quite reach it, stretching a bit farther before you feel an arm wrap around your bare thighs, another pressed to the XL hoodie on your stomach as Mingyu comes up behind you to lift you up. "There you go shorty" he teases as he places you back on the ground after you grab the plate. "I'm not that much shorter than you" you laugh back at him, knowing it was a flat out lie. You stood at 5'5' and Mingyu stood at 6'2". You quickly hand Mingyu and Seungcheol a plate and make one for yourself. None of you bather to sit at the table you have, opting to stand around the kitchen. Eating and talking until you were all done.

"What are we doing tonight?" You ask Seungcheol as you wash the dishes you all used. It was roommate night. Once a week the three of you had a night where one of you picked a activity for all of you and tonight was Seungcheol's turn. "We just got that new video game. I was thinking we could play that tonight" he says as he helps dry the dishes and put them away. "Sure that sounds good, I'll make some popcorn" Mingyu says with a smile "You guys know I suck at those things" you laugh. "Dont worry we'll help you, right Mingyu?" Seungcheol says looking over at his roommate. "Absolutely" He says sweetly to you. "Fine" you sigh, "I'll go get the blankets" you say exiting the kitchen.

After another 15 minutes you were all gathered in the living room. You and Seungcheol on the couch while Mingyu opted to sprawl out on the floor. Mingyu and Seungcheol go first to get a feel for the game. All you could tell was it was some kind of racing game and it looked like Seungcheol was beating Mingyu. After two more rounds of Seungcheol winning he looked over at you "Alright your turn Y/N" he says handing you the controller. Taking it from him you look at it in your hand "Sooo what button is what?" you ask. Both Seungcheol and Mingyu laugh "Don't worry I'll help you, come here" Seungcheol says as he scoots back on the couch, patting the space in-between his open legs. You get up and perch yourself on the edge of the couch in the middle of him.

"Come here silly" he says as his hand snakes around your waist to pull you back against his chest. "I need to be able to help you with the buttons" he says from behind you. Both his hands come to lay onto of yours on the controller. You cant help the butterflies that erupt in your stomach at his touch. His hands are soft and yet firm over your skin. You'd be lying if you said you had never thought of your roommate in that way, both of them. You cant count how many nights you'd lied awake in bed, touching yourself wishing it was one of them, whispering their names as you came all over your fingers. You'r very much aware your sitting in between his legs in just an oversized hoodie and knee high socks. Your breath hitching as Seungcheol's head comes to rest on your shoulder.

"Okay so this is how you go" he says as he guides your finger over the red button "And this is how you stop" this time his finger coming over the blue button. "Mingyu" he calls to your other roommate on the floor. Mingyu's head snapping up, an unreadable look spreads across his face as he looks at the two of you "Lets do a practice run first kay, so she can get used to the controls" Mingyu shakes his head yes before tearing his gaze from the two of you to the TV. You play two rounds with Seungcheol's fingers on yours to help you. By the third round he tells you you're on your own. His hand dropping from yours as the game starts. You were so focused on the game you didn't realize Seungcheol's hand had dropped to your thigh right above your knee.

It wasn't until the round was over did you notice he was drawing little circles on your skin with his thumb. "Your to tense" You hear Seungcheol's voice in your ear "Relax" he says as he pulls you back flush against his chest and leans back into the couch. Your hoodie ridding up on your thighs a bit as you lean into him, your legs parting slightly with the motion. His hand on your leg begins to rub up and down your thigh, slowly dipping in between your legs. Slowly getting higher and higher with each pass toward your center. Your mind is reeling, you'r barley able to focus on the game, pressing the wrong buttons causing you to lose control of your car on screen and crash. "Pretty, you doing okay over there?" Mingyu says, turning to look at you and Seungcheol again.

"She's doing just fine" Seungcheol says into your ear "She's just a little tense is all" His other hand comes down on your other thigh rubbing up and down. "Aww, I think we should help her relax. Don't you think 'Coup" Mingyu smiles up at the two of you. Seungcheol's hands swipe up again, sliding into the crack of your thighs, pausing dangerously close to your clothed center, squeezing the fat of your legs. You feel his hot breath on the shell of your ear "Would you like that Y/N?" he asks. "You want me and Mingyu to help you unwind?" You feel him press his lips to the back of your neck as his hands begin to move again. You don't trust your voice, all you can do is nod your head yes. You hear both men chuckle as you feel Seungcheol's hands pry your legs open, throwing each one over his to lock them in place.

His hands sliding up the inside of your thighs, pausing right where your leg meets your body "Say Mingyu" he calls over to the dark haired man "Tell me, how wet is she" a shiver runs down your spine as Mingyu crawls his way over to sit in front of you. His face nestled in-between your legs. "Mmmm very Cheol" He says as his hands trace the same path Seungcheol's did up your legs. "Her little green lace panties have a nice big wet spot" Mingyu says looking up at you licking his lips. "Just as I thought" Seungcheol coos from behind you. His hand comes to run up and down the length of your covered slit, gliding over the damp crotch of your panties. "At first we thought you were just comfortable with us, walking around in those little skirts or things like this. Your long shirts with no pants on"

His long finger finds your clit through your lace underwear, rubbing small circles into it "But then we heard you" Mingyu add's, Your eyes snap open to look down at him as your chest heaves. "Oh yes that's right isn't it Cheol" he says as he takes his thumb and runs it over your slick covered panties. "Oh yes Min'. You see Y/N the walls are thin so we hear everything" You swallow thickly "Ev-everything?" you question. Thinking back to all the night you had touched yourself, their names falling from your lips. "Yes pretty" Mingyu says before placing a kiss to your inner thigh. "Every time you called our names" he says "Every time you turned on that little toy of yours, we heard the tell tail buzz" Seungcheol whispers in your ear. "Every squash of your wet pussy begging to be filled up by more then your little fingers" Mingyu add's

A shaky moan leaves your lips as Seungcheol applies more pressure to the circles hes drawing on your clit. "Min', I think she's very much enjoying this" Seungcheol smirks down at his friend "I think your right Cheol" he replies back pushing his thumb into your panty covered slit. He watches as his finger separates your folds behind the fabric, feeling the wetness seep through. You cant help your self anymore, you slowly start to roll your hips, grinding against their fingers. You hear Seungcheol let out a low groan from behind you. He pressed his hips up into your back, your ass rolling over him and his now very hard, very large cock. You let out a little gasp. "Look what you've done Y/N" he says as his lips find your neck as the same time Mingyu's meet the inside of your thighs.

You let out a whimper, your skin burning with each of their touches. "More" you whine as your head falls back onto Seungcheol's shoulder. "What do you say?" Seungcheol asks, voice muffled by the flesh of your neck hes sucking on. "Pleaseee" you say, tilting your head forward to look down at Mingyu in-between your legs. "Want more please" He detaches his mouth from your thigh "What do you think Cheol? Should we give her what she wants?" He asks cocking his head to. the side. "I think so." He says "Lets see how good she can be. Help me take these off" He says to Mingyu as his hand comes up to grip the band of your panties. He slides them down your hips to your thighs before Mingyu takes over and slides them the rest of the way off. Tossing them across the room somewhere.

Mingyu's hands coming to rest on your knees as he pushes your legs wide open, putting you on display for them. He watched as Seungcheol dipped his fingers in between your fold, gathering your slick on his fingers before he brought that finger up to your clit. Gliding over the sensitive bundle of nerves with ease. "Put those thick fingers to use Mingyu" he says horsely to your roommate. You feel Mingyu take one of his fingers and circles it around your entrance, coating his finger tip in your juice before pushing into your tight hole. "ughh" you moan out as you feel him enter you. "You like that pretty?" He ask's looking up at you "Mmhmm" you shake your head yes as you slightly roll your hips, willing him to move inside of you.

He slowly starts to pump his finger in and out of you a few times before adding another finger. You let out a whimper at the stretch "He's got to prep you to take our cocks princess" Seungcheol whispers to you, his words causing you to let out a moan. You feel his hand slink around your body, tugging up your hoodie and splaying his hand over your stomach. His hand hot against your skin as he trails it up your body before finding your chest. "Mmmm" he moans out "Min' look at what a bad girl she is" He says as he lifts your shirt up and over your head exposing you "No bra huh baby" he says "Its like she's just begging us to play with her" Mingyu says. "Is that what you want Y/N?" Seungcheol asks as his hand increases the pace on your clit, Mingyu does the same with his fingers, curling them upward to hit the spongy spot inside your walls. "You want us to play with you princess?"

"Yesss" you cry out, the coil in your stomach is being to tighten as they continue exploring your body, Seungcheol has a finger rubbing circles on your clit as his other hand is cupping your left breast, slipping his thumb over your nipple. Mingyu has two fingers buried in your pussy, curling his fingers hitting your g-spot with each push and pull. His other hand reached up twisting and pulling your other nipple. Your teetering on the edge of your release when Seungcheol's hand comes up and wraps around your throat. "Now be a good girl and cum for us yea" that's all it took to send you over the edge. Letting out a loud moan as your walls squeezing around Mingyu's fingers, trying to suck him in and keep him there as you coated them in your juice. Seungcheol continued to draw lazy circles on you as you came down from your high, Mingyu's fingers slowed significantly.

He slipped his fingers out of your wet hole, holding them up in front of you, spreading his fingers to watch your cum spread across them. Looking up he starts to bring his hand up, past your head and right into Seungcheol's waiting mouth. You turn your head to watch him sucks your juice off of Mingyu's fingers. Both boys humming at the sensation before Mingyu pulls them out with a pop. You lean your head back on Seungcheol's shoulder as you try and catch your breath, already a little tired from your first orgasm. "Help me with these" you hear Seungcheol say before you feel him lifting your hips. You look down and watch as Mingyu is slipping off Seungcheol's sweats and boxers to his ankles, before your placed back on Seungcheol's lap. His very hard dick now pressed up against your wet center.

He reaches around grabbing the base of his cock before, he lightly slaps it against your cunt before hes pulling himself away from your pussy. "Min', help her" he says "Gladly" Mingyu says as his hands come to push your knees up, his hands behind them as he slightly lifts you up so Seungcheol can line his long cock up with your entrance before slowly lowering you down. You gasp as you feel the thick head of Seungcheol's cock push pass the tight first ring of muscles before you fully sink down on him. "Oh fuck" you cry out as he bottoms out in you. He gives you a second to adjust to his size before hes hooking his arms under your legs and lifting you up. He starts to thrust, a slow and gentle pace at first. "You must like that huh pretty" Mingyu coos up at you, his pants now around his thighs, his hand gripping his big dick as he lazily pumps himself. "Your already leaving a ring of cream around the base of his cock"

"Is she now?" Seungcheol's asks in a strained voice from behind you. He's trying to be nice and hold back his assault on your pussy. He doesn't want to break you just yet. "Clean her off Min'" he coos down at him. Mingyu wastes no time attaching his mouth to your clit, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue lapping at your bud like it was the last thing he was going to do. The sounds spilling from your mouth keep getting louder and louder. You look down at the head of dark hair as his tongue swipes across your clit, before he pull back. He looks down at his hand, spitting into it before placing it back on his cock and pumping. Looking up he holds eye contact with you as he leans back in, his tongue meeting the lip of your pussy that's wrapped around Seungcheol's dick. Licking slowly collecting your release that's collected there. You watch as he laps at your folds while Seungcheol pounds into you flattens his tongue and licking till he finds your clit again.

"Fuckk" You hear Seungcheol breathes out into your shoulder "You must like that with the way you're clamping on my cock so hard". He picks up his pace causing you to cry out as the tip of his cock slams into your cervix with each thrust. Your head leaned forward as you watch Mingyu lick you over and over again. Clean your release from your folds as Seungcheols pounds into you, before flicking his tongue up over your clit. A sensation growing deep in your stomach has you worried. " 'Gyu wait..." you cry out "Som' thin's wrong" you slur out as your body starts to shake in his arms. "Your good baby girl" he coos to you "take it baby, you can do it" Your legs are shaking, trying to clamp shut as Mingyu attaches his mouth to your clit again, sucking you in. "Fuckkk" you cry, "Please 'Coups... I'm gonna pee" you cry, tears pricking the corner of your eyes "Gyu" you cry, looking down at him, His eyes shifting up to meet yours. A smirk spreading on his face, he detaches his mouth from you but brings his fingers up. You watch as he pushes the small hood of skin back, exposing your swollen nub to him. His mouth coming back down, his tongue connecting with it.

The second his tongue swipes over your nerve you are seeing white. You let out a strangled cry as your eyes roll back in your head, your back arching as your gush clear liquid all over Seungcheol's cock. "Fuck princess" Seuncheol grunts "Fucking squirting for us to" he slows his thrusts to allow you to come down once more. You'r panting, vision blurry from the tears in your eyes. Your hands gripping Seungcheol's arms, leaving little half moon shapes in them from your nails. Your body is slumped back against his chest. Your gasping as Seungcheol lowers your legs. "You are doing so good princess" he coos into your ear. Lifting your hips he slowly eases out of you. You whimper at the feeling of emptiness. "Don't worry, we're not done yet" he chuckles as he turns you to face him. A leg thrown on each side of him as you straddle his waist. Sinking back down on his hard length, a moan slipping past your lips. His hands coming up to cup your face as he leans in, gently pressing his lips to yours. His kiss is sweet and calming.

As Seungcheol is distracting you with his sweet kisses, you feel Mingyu's hands on your ass. Spreading your cheeks apart, you hear the sound before you feel it. He hocks a glob of warm spit right on your puckered hole. You jerk and whimper in surprise when you feel his finger swipe against your hole. "Shhh. Its okay princess, he's just prepping you okay" Seungcheol coos while cupping your face. You nod your head in agreement before leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulder. Seungcheol looks up at Mingyu and gives him a nod to continue. You feel Mingyu swirling his finger over your puckered hole before he gently pushes in. Your spine straightens a bit at the sensation, a small whimper muffled by Seungcheol's shoulder. His hands running up and down your back, while you cockwarm him. After a few minutes Mingyu has successfully inserted two fingers into your ass, scissoring them to spread you open.

He pulls them out and quickly lines his cock up. Rubbing the bulbous head of his cock against your hole, coating it in his pre before he slowly pushed it in. "Ohh Fuck" you moan out as he stretches you open. His hand coming up to grip your shoulder. "You okay pretty?" he asks as he stalls, letting you get used to the tip of his cock in your asshole. "Mmhmm" you hum out as you shake your head "Please Gyu.. fill me up pleaseee" you whine out to him. He wastes no time in sinking the rest of his length into you. A string of curses leaves his lips as your hole wraps around him, hugging him like you were made for him. "Such a good girl" Seungcheol coos as he kisses your forehead. "Were gonna move now okay" "Please" you choke out. With out another words Mingyu is pulling out slowly till just his tip is in you. As he pushes back in seungcheol begins to pull his cock out of your pussy till again just the tip is in you. They work in tandem when one pulls out the other thrusts in so you are never empty. It doesn't take long for them to pick up their pace.

"Fuck yesss right there please" you cry out, your body jilting with each thrust of their cocks. "Yeah, you like this pretty" Mingyu asks as he grips your shoulder. "You like being full of our cocks huh princess" Seungcheol ask's. You nod your head feverishly. Your hips rolling in time with their thrust's, your breasts jiggling with each push as they are smashed against Seungcheol's chest. His hands come around your body, one palm on each of your ass cheeks as he pulls them apart, spreading you open for Mingyu. "Fuck dude" Mingyu moans out, his eyes watching as his cock disappears inside of you "She's swallowing me so well" His hips slamming into your ass with each thrust. "I know" Seungcheol says looking up at him "I can feel you inside her" he grunts out. "Harder" You cry out "Please harder" your hands gripping Seungcheol's shoulder as the boys thrust up harder and harder into you.

"Fuck princess" Seungcheol grunts "Your clenching around me so tight I'm not gonna last much longer" "Me either pretty" Mingyu adds in "Your ass is so tight" You sit up and lean back, your back now met with Mingyu's chest. Your hands coming up to twist and pull on your nipples in Seungcheol's face. "Fuck yeah just like that baby girl, play with yourself for us. Show us how bad you want us" He grunts out as you play with yourself for them, Mingyu's head resting on your shoulder watching you. "Open" he says as he reaches his hand forward and places two fingers in seungcheol's mouth, coating his fingers with his saliva before pulling them out and trailing them down to your puffy clit. He presses into your sensitive bud and starts to rub circles. Your body begins to jerk. "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!!" you chant as your body rushes toward another orgasm. Seungcheol leans forward pushing your hand away before latching his mouth onto your nipple. Sucking it into his mouth before gently clamping his teeth down on it and flicking it with his tongue.

Thats all you need. You vault over the edge. Your body convoluting above them as both of your holes contract and squeeze them. Their names spilling from your lips in a mantra of need. "Oh fuck" Mingyu cries "I cant hold it anymore, I'm gonna cum" His thrusts start to falter. "Where do you want me to cum pretty" he grunts out, very obviously trying to hold off his release. "In me" you whine "please want both you to fill me up" "Shit" you hear Mingyu whines as his hips slam into you and still. You can feel him twitching inside of you as he paints the walls of your asshole white with his cum. The sensation of feeling Mingyu's cock twitching through your thin walls sends Seungcheol over the edge to. "fuck, fuck, fuckkk" he grunt out as his hips still as well. He dumps ropes of hot cum deep into your tight cunt. "Holly shit" he breaths out into the side of your neck.

Mingyu grips your hips as he slowly eases himself out. You hiss at the soreness left behind. "I'm sorry" he says as he's pressing light kisses onto your back and shoulder blades. "Its okay Min'" you breath out. You grip the back of the couch as you begin to lift yourself up off of Seungcheol, his hands coming to your hips to help you unsheathe his softening cock from your pussy. He guides you back down onto his lap, cradling you as he grabs a blanket to wrap around you. You nestle your head into the crook of his neck as he hugs you to his body. Mingyu coming to sit next to you, rubbing your back. "You did amazing Y/N" Seungcheol says as he kisses the top of your head.

"Yeah, you took both of us so well" Mingyu adds. You look up smiling at both of them. "I'm so glad I have the both of you" you say to them. "For as long as you want, right Seungcheol" Mingyu says before kissing your cheek "Right" Says Seungcheol "Min', why don't you go start a bath for her so she can relax, while I go heat the oven, I'll make cookies" He smiles up at his friend before he left the room. Seungcheol lifts and places you on the couch gently before exiting for the kitchen. There you sat naked, with both your roommates cum leaking out of both your holes. You smile to yourself, realizing the next roommate night was your night to pick the activity, and you knew exactly what the three of you would be doing.

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forever-rogue · 1 day ago

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hii i love the way u write for Joel and was just wondering if i could request something.

so i always see people write joel coming home later then usual after patrol and reader is very worried but i haven’t seen much of it the other way around, like reader is on patrol without joel and joel is all worried and can’t sleep and is just waiting for reader to come home and maybe reader comes back with a few cuts and bruises but nothing to serious but joel is just taking extreme care of her 🥹

AN | Oh, but I love this concept! Enjoy💕

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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“Pacing ain’t going to get you anywhere,” Ellie stood at the foot of the stairs with her arms over her chest as she looked at Joel, “you of all people should know that better than anyone. ‘Sides what are you even worrying about?”

“Ellie,” he sighed her name in that familiar tone that never failed to amuse her. He’d been at the front door, poking his head out and looking around the yard and surrounding area, “why are you still up?”

“It’s only ten o’clock, old man,” she made a show of looking at her watch, one he had gifted her a few years back, “and I’m not ancient. And…I knew you were worried and I can’t sleep if I know you’re worried.”

“I’m not…” he stepped back inside, closing and locking the door behind him. He leaned against the door and looked at the girl with a small smile, “ain’t no use lying to you, is there?”

“Never has been,” she walked over to the couch and flopped on it, leaving ample space for Joel, “and there never will be. I can see right through you. You’re not as brooding and mysterious as people like to think.”

“Well then you should probably know exactly what’s on my mind,” he sat down with a groan next to her, kicking his feet onto the coffee table. The two of them exchanged a quick look, “I can’t not worry about either of you. You’re….you’re my girls and it’s my job to worry. She was supposed to be home this afternoon. She’s late.”

“Don’t you think we worry about you as well?” she nudged his leg and he huffed with a roll of his eyes, “we do. You know that. It’s okay to worry…even if there’s no use. They’re probably just running a little bit behind. You know how these things go. It doesn’t inherently mean that anything bad happened.”

“There is always use,” Joel insisted, “even if you don’t want to think there is anything to worry about, there’s always something. You can’t just trust anything outside of our walls.”

“Yeah…well, nothing’s ever happened to your sweetheart so I think it’ll be okay,” she insisted softly. Ellie barely managed to stifle a yawn as Joel raised an eyebrow at her before looking pointedly towards the upstairs. She rolled her head back and groaned, “fine. Fine. Maybe I’m tired. Are you sure you’re going to be okay? You’re not gonna stay up all night looking out the door every five minutes?”

“I’ll be alright,” he promised. He knew that, logically, everything would be alright but it still didn’t help to quell the lingering worry that was hanging on at the back of his mind, “I’m about to go to bed too. You’re right; ain’t no use with worrying about something I can’t change.”

Joel had had the intention of going up to bed after Ellie, but he'd remained on the couch for a few minutes longer. Soon enough he had changed positions and was fast asleep, snoring away softly, despite his intentions of actually getting up and going to bed.”

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By the time you walked into the house, the sun was starting to rise; you’d planned on being home the afternoon before but you know, life always seemed to have a different plan. You hadn’t planned on getting injured either but here you were; your shoulder was grazed but patched up the rest of your scratches weren’t anything of note. Well - to the average person they wouldn’t be anything to take a double look at but your partner was far from the average person. You were pretty sure he’d have a heart attack, or something close to it when he saw you.

You opened the door as quietly as possible, slinking into the front room and shutting and locking the door. You’d been sure that Joel and Ellie would be fast asleep but instead you found Joel sprawled on the couch, snoring softly.

“Oh honey,” you whispered sweetly, careful not to make too much noise to rouse either Joel or Ellie.

A smile graced your face as you dropped your bag and kicked off your shoes, trying to be as quiet as possible. You grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and gently draped it over Joel’s frame. He mumbled something softly but didn’t stir otherwise. You tenderly pushed some of his stray curls out of his face, and brushed your thumb over his cheek. Your original plan had been to take a quick shower and slip into bed and maybe, kinda, sorta pretend you’d been there for some time, but as soon as you’d seen him on the couch you knew that wasn’t going to be an option.

Instead of any of your original plans, you yanked your sweater off and tossed it the pile by the door before gently pulling the blanket off Joel’s frame and sliding in next to him. You had just enough room to make it in, and as soon as he felt your body next to his, Joel wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his frame. You made a small sound of content as you settled into him, quickly feeling yourself lulled to sleep.

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Joel hadn’t heard you come home - not entirely anyway. He had been half awake when he’d heard the door open and then felt someone drape the blanket over him. He was pretty sure that he was having some sort of dream so he hadn’t questioned it or bothered to try and fully wake up.

When he did finally wake up, he was confused by the warm body next to him. Panic was his first instinct but then he quickly realized that it was you. He let out a small sigh of relief at the fact that you were finally home. He put two and two together and realized that what he thought was a dream was actually just you coming home. You hadn’t woken up yet so he gently maneuvered himself out from behind you and made sure you were comfortable before going to gather up your things to put them away.

But before he managed to walk away he touched your face and almost froze.

“What happened?” he asked sharply, as he looked over the bruising on the side of your face that led down to your shoulder. He exhaled sharply when he spied the bandage that was covering most of your shoulder. He hadn’t meant to ask so loudly, but it caused you to startle awake.

You blinked away the bleariness that was remaining in your eyes and found Joel looking at you with a worried expression on his face. A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth when you realized it was him, “hey Joel.”

“Baby,” he sighed softly, crouching down in front of you, “thank god you’re home.”

“Happy to be home,” you whispered, yawning lightly, “sorry it took so long.”

“What happened? Do you have any other injuries?” Joel was ready to rip the blanket off and look you over for himself to make sure there wasn’t anything hiding from him. If anything happened to you, he wasn’t sure he’d survive. He’d been through too much in his life and he wasn’t sure if he’d survive another such heartbreak. He knew, he was well aware, that he was spiraling and was trying to control himself but it was hard. But logically, judging from how you were still quietly laying on the couch, he knew that you were more than likely okay and if you had anything more it would be superficial.

“Just scratches and stuff,” you mumbled as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and shifted to sit up. You slowly stretched, careful not to aggravate any of your injuries further and fully aware of Joel’s eyes being locked onto you, “nothing I can’t handle. You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Miller.”

“I hope I never get rid of you,” he mumbled as he took your face gently in his hands, appraising you with gentle eyes, “I’m gonna need to keep staying tough, baby.”

“I don’t plan on changing,” your words came out as more of a whisper than anything as you looked at him with sweet eyes and a saccharine smile, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he promised in return, closing his eyes and letting out a soft sigh, “I just worry.”

“Yeah, I know you do,” you put your hand on top of his and gave his hand a gentle squeeze, “but what does worrying get you? Nothing except a few more wrinkles and worry lines. It doesn’t change what’s happened or what will happen. I know it’s easier to say than do but promise me you’ll try?”

“I’ll try,” he agreed and you gave him a knowing little smile, “I didn’t say I was going to be perfect. But for you I’ll try anything. You gonna tell me how you got that injury then, darlin’?”

“Joel…it’s fine,” you swallowed thickly, absentmindedly running your hand over the bandaging, “just know it’s all going to be alright.”

“Now what makes you think I would accept that as an answer, huh?” he said back down in front of and offered you an expectant look. You knew that he wouldn’t just accept that answer and you’d been a fool to even try that one on him. Silly girl. The only way Joel Miller would accept such an answer was when he was long cold in the ground and even then it wasn’t a guarantee, “you’re smarter than that.”

“Promise you won’t get mad?” your voice was small and gentle as Joel nodded.

“I’d never be mad at you, baby. I just want to know…please.”

You let out a small sigh as you nodded, “well, it turns out that I was a little slow and umm, well, t-there was a clicker and the fucker was a just a little faster than me. A-and it got me so yeah….”

Joel’s mouth dropped as he processed what you said, “I-”

“W-wait, I didn’t - I wasn’t bitten,” you hastily pulled off the bandage to show him as though he needed some kind of proof. You’d never put anyone else in danger and neither would Joel, “just scratched and scraped. See - I-I’m fine.”

“Baby - baby,” he put his hands on your upper arms, doing his best to calm you down, “I’m not worried about you being bitten. I know you wouldn’t…no. But this is….it’s still not great. It looks-”

“Terrible,” you finished for him, fully aware that you would be bearing a nasty scar for some time, “I didn’t want you to panic.”

“I just want to know that you’re okay. I don’t want this to get infected - don’t laugh at that - and lead to something worse,” you hadn’t meant to laugh at his inadvertent comment but you also were tired and felt half delirious from everything that had happened, “but it looks well looked after. You’re just going to have to be careful for a while, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed softly, “you’re not going to let me go on patrol for a while, are you?”

“Not a chance,” he agreed, causing your heart to melt at his sweet tone, “I’ll pull double duty if I have to, but you ain’t going out there. Not right now - I think everyone can understand that. And if you even try, darlin’, you won’t even make it to the stables.”

“I wouldn’t dare to try,” you were absolutely a strong independent woman…but you couldn’t deny the fact that when Joel grew so protective and in charge it did something to you, “can I ask for a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Can we go to bed?” you asked softly, “I just wanna go to sleep and want you to hold me.”

“We can do that,” he slowly rose to his feet and stretched before helping you off the couch, “that sounds great to me. You’re trouble, but I love you.”

“I’m just your kind of trouble,” you offered as he huffed through a laugh, “I love you too, Miller.”

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acmeangel · 1 day ago

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♡ You're a member of Levi's Squad, and he asks you to marry him, when disaster strikes.

♡ SFW ♡ Canon!Levi x Fem!Reader ♡ One shot, a bit angsty, mentions of blood, injury, near-death experience ♡ Word count: 3019 ♡ Summary: After finally accepting that you're there to stay, Levi asks you to marry him. You're a member of his Squad, and being with him has always felt right. Not too long after, a dangerous scouting mission leaves you with a grave injury, and Levi is faced with the fear that you might not make it.

When Levi asked you to marry him, it wasn’t with some extravagant proposal or planned-out, grand romantic evening.

You both were lying in your bed in the barracks, your body half-draped on top of his, your fingers lazily playing with strands of his hair. His hands grazed up and down your back with a steady, soothing tempo.

You’d both returned from a scouting mission earlier that day — one with too many casualties, as there always seemed to be. Levi had recruited you to be on his Special Operations Squad years ago, based purely on your stats from previous missions with other squads. At first, he had respected you, much like he’d respected all of the members of Squad Levi; a group of people willing to join the riskiest regiment and put their lives on the line in the futile hope to save humanity.

Respect had eventually turned into friendship, which had then grown into something more. You two loved each other long before your romantic relationship had begun; so when it finally did, it felt natural, like it was always supposed to be that way.

In your bed, that night, he looked at you with a tender softness that bordered on melancholic. It was a look that he didn’t show often. His eyes revealed how deeply he cared for you, how much he wanted to shield you — who he saw as one of the last few truly good things left in this world — from the cruelty, violence, and destruction that ran rampant around you. It was a look that no one else ever got to see.

“I want to run something by you,” he stated, his voice level and smooth as ever.

“Oh, do tell, Captain.” You laughed, faintly, your eyes sparkling with a glint of amusement.

His hand traced up your back and slid around your neck, his thumb rubbing gentle, affectionate circles onto your skin.

“How would you feel about the two of us being together, like this, forever?” he asked, his gaze locking onto yours, an unusual stiffness in his expression. You couldn’t believe it, but he was actually nervous.

You blinked once, twice and tilted your head. “Levi, are you asking… me to marry you?”

You weren’t entirely surprised that this was how he’d phrased it — he’d never been one for verbosity or overly sentimental language. He’d showed his love for you more in his actions; in the way he always checked you for injuries at least three times after a mission, in the way he’d stroke the back of your hand with his thumb when he held it as you fell asleep, in the way he’d insist on giving you half of his own breakfast every morning so you’d have enough energy for the day.

“Yes, Y/N,” he’d said, his hand shifting to cup your cheek, his soft gray eyes settling into yours. “I’m asking you to marry me.”

You felt all of the blood rush to your head, your entire body overwhelmed with excitement, joy, and love for Levi.

“Yes,” you managed to say — and repeated the single word at least twenty times, as you leaned in to press your lips to his, peppering him over and over with kisses.

“Alright, alright,” he’d mumbled after the twentieth kiss, his cheeks then flushed with a soft pink blush.

You beamed with joy as you pulled your face back from his, your eyes glimmering with adoration.

“So,” you began, a hint of playfulness in your voice, raising your eyebrow, “do I get a ring then, or what?”

His lips pressed together, his gaze narrowing just a bit as he considered the question, a puff of air escaping his nose.

“Fine.” His voice was a low, dry mumble, but his lips bent into a small smile, the tension in his forehead releasing. He couldn’t help but give into every one of your requests, no matter what.

His eyes scanned around the room, looking for something suitable, before he reached out to the bedside table, the muscles in his shoulders and back flexing as he took a paperclip from a stack of papers. Turning back to you, his fingers worked with precision to unravel the paper clip, the wire of which he used to form a nearly perfect circle. He took your hand, his touch gentle, and slid the makeshift paper clip ring onto your ring finger in one swift, delicate motion.

“How’s that?” His eyes studied your face, intently waiting for any sign of reaction. “Temporarily, anyway.”

Your cheeks blushed uncontrollably and you gleamed with a smile so wide it made the muscles in your face turn sore. Seeing you this way made him smile — a real smile.

“It’s perfect,” you’d whispered, practically choking the words out. “Much better than any stupid diamond I’ve ever seen.”

“Think we need to do the whole ceremony thing? Or can I just start calling you my wife now?” His brows scrunched together slightly as he waited for your answer, and you could tell how badly he wanted to skip the frills and formalities and simply be yours, eternally.

At the sound of the word ‘wife’ your chest swelled with affection, and your eyes became misty, blurring your vision of him.

“Screw the ceremony,” you whispered, your voice shaking with overflowing emotion. “We’re married, now.”

“Good,” he whispered back, his own voice fraught with feeling, as his thumbs brushed away the tears that had begun to roll down your cheeks. “I love you, Y/N. You know that.”

His eyes bore into yours, seeking confirmation. He didn’t say ‘I love you’ often, only when it really counted.

“I know,” you whispered. “I love you, too, Levi.”

******

It was only weeks after that — after the moment Levi decided, finally, that you would be by his side forever, that he knew you’d never leave him — that your squad was faced with a particularly dangerous mission.

It was another reconnaissance mission, much like all of the other Scouts’ missions had been, but no one could have anticipated the amount of Abnormals. The Scouts hadn’t reached a single objective before entire groups of Erwin’s formation had been wiped out by the Abnormals, which were making their way closer and closer to the center groups. Erwin had officially called for a retreat — something he rarely ever did, only when the situation was dire.

Levi Squad raced forward on horseback, galloping past the blurred, unidentifiable carnage of comrades; the once green fields had turned red and rotten.

Your gaze was fixated intently on Levi, catching glimpses of his profile as he led the squad forward — to anyone else, he looked entirely collected. But you knew him too well and had memorized all of his micro-expressions, and based on the tension in his jaw and the chilled intensity of his gaze, you knew he was worried, too. He’d often admitted that he never knew what the outcome of these missions would be, that no one did, and you could see his mind racing with that exact thought.

The pounding of impossibly large footsteps caused the ground to shake just slightly, enough to make your head whip around and see a group of Abnormals charging forward with unprecedented speed and force.

“Captain!” You’d called out, drawing Levi’s attention. He’d simply glanced over his shoulder and ordered to keep moving forward per Erwin’s command; based on the looks the rest of the squad exchanged, you knew they were unsure about this decision.

Before anyone could think or say another word, one of the Abnormals had surged forward and began to reach for Eld, whose blades were inexplicably jammed in his ODM gear. The panic in his eyes was enough to strike fear into anyone.

You sprung into action immediately — this was simply how you were. You never wasted time thinking, you only acted. It was reckless, perhaps, but you’d gotten results time and time again, and the thought of losing a friend without trying to save him was unacceptable to you.

This was one of the things Levi loved most about you, and it was also one of the things he wished so badly to change about you. He admired your selflessness, your fearlessness, the way you never seemed to be paralyzed by indecision. But, sometimes, it felt to him like only a matter of time before something terrible would happen to you.

You’d managed to sink a grappling hook into the Titan and propel yourself off of your horse, in the direction of Eld, knocking him out of the Titan’s path. You’d planned on being able to then reach the nape of the neck and put an end to this, but you were too rash, too impulsive to anticipate that the Titan’s next movement would whack your ODM wire to the side, bringing your body flinging through the air with it.

The rest, in your recollection, was more or less a blur. You knew that the Titan curled its fingers around your body, its grip bruising your skin and rendering you too immobile to fight back. You knew that you’d heard Levi yelling — actually yelling. You knew that the Titan had brought you to its mouth and managed to sink its teeth into the side of your body enough to make you lose consciousness, but not enough to kill you. You knew that Levi was the one who had intervened, who had saved your life. The last piece of memory you had was the sight of Levi’s face as he grabbed you from the Titan, a look that was so intense, fear-stricken, and furious, it bordered on crazed.

After getting you back onto the ground, Hange had ridden over on horseback and hoisted your limp body onto the horse, carrying you out of harm’s way.

Levi took care of that Titan himself — he made sure of it. Blinded by rage and agony, he slaughtered the Titan with a brutality he typically withheld. Normally, Levi did only as much has he had to in order to kill a Titan. This wasn’t fun for him, it wasn’t a game; he didn’t like fighting, he didn’t like being violent.

But this was different — he sliced the Titan apart, his movements a fevered, merciless haze, his vision red with bloodthirstiness. By the time he was done with the Titan, it was a mere pile of limbs, and he was drenched in its blood.

He’d finally reached the wagon that you’d been placed in, climbing into it with urgent movements, trailing Titan blood behind him. His pupils were constricted; his eyes were glowing with panic.

Your body was lying flat in the wagon, Hange and some of the other squad members hovering over you, attempting to tend to your wounds, their efforts proving futile. They’d managed to wrap a bandage over where the Titan had bit you, but you were bleeding through it with no sign of stopping. There wasn’t anything left to do until you all returned inside the walls.

“Get the fuck away from her! Don’t fucking touch her!” He shouted, his voice coarse and sharp, his arms effortlessly shoving everyone else away from your limp body. He stood over you, his eyes wild with emotion, his chest rising and falling with breaths so heavy it looked almost painful.

When he dropped to his knees beside you, his eyes caught sight of your hand, on the makeshift paperclip ring he had made you, that you’d refused to ever take off. An ice-cold chill rushed down his spine, so sharp it felt like it was actually ripping him apart from the inside out.

“Why is this wagon moving so damn slowly?!” He snarled to the rest of the squad, his eyes desperately glued to your face, while the others scrambled to try and speed the journey up as much as they could.

He grasped onto your hand with both of his as if the sheer force of his grip could heal you and bring you back to him. His eyes didn’t waver from your face once, his gaze burning into your skin, searching for even the slightest sign of life; all he was met with was your pale, sweat-glistened skin. You looked peaceful and it snapped his last thread of self-control — he wanted you to fight.

An uncontrollable, livid, primal growl escaped his mouth, unable to form any coherent words. Spit flung off his lips and into the wind, his expression was frenzied with helpless rage and despair.

The rest of the squad’s expressions froze. They’d never seen Levi be anything but stoic, apart from when he was actively slicing the nape of a Titan’s neck. Goosebumps dotted their skin as they simply watched, eyes wide, unsure of what to do. Levi had forgotten anyone else was even there; he cared about nothing in that moment but you.

He watched as your face turned paler, as your breathing became so shallow that it was hardly perceptible. You were slipping through his fingers, and there was nothing he could do about it — for once, his strength meant nothing.

“No,” he barked, his voice gruff and strained, his grip on your hand tightening until his knuckles turned blazing white. “You won’t be taken from me. This shitty, goddamned world is not going to take you from me. You gave your word, Y/N. You said forever. Don’t back out on me now.”

His cries didn’t make a sound, but the sight of his back heaving raggedly and his hot tears dropping down onto your face was unmistakable. His face was twisted with anguish; his teeth were visibly clenched together so forcefully that they could’ve cracked. His hands began to involuntarily shake as they held onto your hand, the paperclip ring digging into his skin.

******

The next time you’d opened your eyes, you were confused. Your vision was blurry for a few moments, until you were met with the sight of the medical unit and you realized you were lying in one of the beds.

The next thing you saw was Levi’s face, the veins in neck tense with distress, the circles under his eyes darker than you’d ever seen them before. You took a deep breath, which hurt, and you felt the bandages around your waist expand and contract against your skin.

Upon seeing your eyes begin to faintly blink open, Levi moved to the edge of his chair, his hand urgently reaching out for yours, his eyes wildly moving across your face.

“Y/N?” His voice was raspy with disuse and lack of sleep, his tone pleading and tinged with hope.

“Levi…?” you whispered, groggily, your voice low and coarse.

His eyes fluttered closed with relief, his shoulders slumping as his head dropped down to your hand, holding it to his forehead with reverence. “Oh, thank god…” He whispered, his voice stilted with emotion.

Once Levi composed himself, and you began asking him questions, he explained to you, briefly, what had happened — he didn’t want to alarm or worry you with the more gruesome details until he was sure you were okay. All he told you was that a Titan had attacked you on the last scouting mission and that you’d been in the medical unit for weeks.

You’d learned later that the entire time, Levi had barely left your side. He’d sat in a chair next to you, watching you, talking to you, holding your hand, and urging you to wake up and come back to him. At night, he’d slept even less than usual, nodding off in his chair for only an hour or so here and there. Some of the other squad members could have sworn they’d even caught glimpses of Levi crying when he thought no one else was around.

The only time he ever left your side was if he had to go to briefings and meetings. When he did, he’d threaten medics into sitting by your side, outlining grave consequences for if anything happened to you while he was gone. He’d skipped meals, trainings, and anything else that wasn’t absolutely mandatory for him to attend.

After he’d finished helping you sip some water and become less groggy, he just looked at you, his eyes scanning over every centimeter of your face, as if making sure that you were really awake and stable and it wasn’t some insomnia-induced hallucination.

“You’re done with the Scouts,” he’d said, finally, his voice firm, unyielding — it wasn’t a question, but a statement.

“Huh?” Your brows pressed together with confusion. “Who decided that? Erwin? What, does he think I’m useless now?”

“No, Y/N.” He shook his head, taking a soft breath before continuing. “I’m deciding it.”

“Levi-“

“No,” he cut you off before you can even think to object. His jaw clenched, his expression was fraught with concern. “Y/N. I thought you were… gone. It nearly killed me. This- nothing can ever happen to you again. You’re my wife. I need you to be here, with me. I need to know you’re safe, Y/N. I can’t- if you’d actually… Please, Y/N.”

For a moment, this surprised you. Outside of missions, Levi had never told you what to do or asked anything of you — he was protective, but not possessive. You being with him, caring for him, and loving him was more than he’d ever dared to hope for in his life. To him, you’d settle for him despite his most hidden scars, and it felt wrong to ever ask for more.

But he was asking you to do this. Begging you. For him.

“Okay,” your voice dipped to a gentle softness, your hand reaching out for his again, somewhat weakly. “Okay, Levi. I’ll leave the Scouts. Nothing will ever happen to me again. Everything’s going to be okay.”

A slow, uneven breath escaped his lips, as if expelling all of the fear and tension in his body. He collapsed into you, softly, his forehead pressed against your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he breathed, the words barely making a sound. “I love you, Y/N. More than you’ll ever know.”

He didn’t say it often, only when it really counted.

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plethorawrites · 3 days ago

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Hey! Your work is amazing! Would you be willing to do a fic with Dick Grayson x reader where the reader owns a cat and they are moving in together or something and they introduce Haley and the cat. If not that's okay! Hope you have a great day/night!

Awww, this is an adorable idea! I love it sm. (TW: Slight mentions of blood.)

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"This is a bad idea," was the first thing you said as you settled into a crisscrossed position on your boyfriend's carpet.

"Such a cynical outlook," Dick muttered in response, with a sarcastic tone as his grip on Haley's collar tightened just a little bit, keeping her firmly on his lap to make sure she didn't get too excited.

She was the sweetest dog alive, in his opinion (and yours too, for that matter) but she tended to be a little rambunctious, jumping all over you the second you came over or chasing her tail in circles until she knocked over a plant and broke the pot.

That was usually more than tolerable for a few dog lovers like you and Dick, but your cat on the other, might have a different opinion.

"Just make sure she doesn't scare him, please," you urged cautiously, still holding your cat's nice carrier on your lap as you sat across from him on the floor of his living room.

He nodded. "Just make sure he keeps his claws to himself, too," he replied, mostly teasing but with just enough sincerity to make you verbally agree.

Your fingers tugged at the zipper, gently pulling it open until Haley could see your cat, curled up in the back of his cozy carrier. She immediately got excited, going from sitting in Dick's lap to nearly choking herself as she tried to scramble towards the cat.

Dick pulled her back into his lap firmly, ignoring the scratching of her claws as she whined, her singular front paw tapping his leg over and over as she tried to jump up and down.

Your cat, understandably, hissed at her. That just seemed to confuse her more.

You shushed him softly, carefully reaching into the carrier to pet him. "You're okay," you muttered, stroking his fur, which was sticking up from stress. "She's just a puppy, she gets eager."

"Yeah, she doesn't know how to tolerate an old man," Dick added.

Your cat was a senior by now, going on ten or eleven years old, with a few joint problems and an attitude to match. But you loved him and he had to admit there were a few times when he was over at your apartment and fell asleep, only to wake up with your cat lying on him.

You glanced at him, still petting your cat gently. "That makes two of us."

His mouth dropped open. "I'm barely three years older than you," he reminded you. "I'm not a dinosaur."

Before you could respond, Haley suddenly got excited again and with a bit of frustration at her inability to see your cat up close, she barked.

"Ow!" You pulled your hand back as your cat scratched you in response to the abrupt sound.

Dick's eyes widened. "Are you okay?" He asked quickly, unsure if he should move to help you or keep Haley further away than she already was to avoid making it worse.

With a grimace, you nodded. "Yeah, fine, he just got scared," you told him, examining your arm which was cut with two sharp, long lines, already bleeding.

"I think that's enough bonding for the day," he said. "We should clean that before it gets infected."

"Alright," you conceded with ease, zipping up the front of your cat's carrier and lifting him off the ground to put him on the kitchen island, as far away from Haley as possible.

Dick let go of his puppy and she immediately ran to the kitchen, making little hops and barks as she stared up at your cat. "Haley, no," he chastised, instantly making her sit down, tilting her head in confusion. "Lay down," he said sternly waiting for her to listen.

Thankfully, she'd been going to behavioral classes lately and had at least learned something. She laid down quickly and he sighed, standing up and helping you off the floor, before resting his hand on the small of your back and guiding you to the bathroom to take care of your cut.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he lifted you onto the counter of the sink with ease before grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with warm water.

"So..." You drawled, rolling your sleeve up a bit more for him as he dragged the cloth over your skin. "That didn't go very well."

He clicked his tongue, focusing on your arm, trying not to hurt you as he wiped the blood off. "Definitely not," he agreed quietly, clearly equally as disappointed.

You were both hoping they'd get along or at least keep a fair distance from each other until they could start bonding. But apparently a young puppy and an old cat don't mix very well.

"What do we do?" You asked as he set the cloth down, searching for Neosporin. "I can't move in without my cat. And I'm not going to make him live in his carrier."

He nodded. "I know," he remarked. "I'm not gonna force Haley into a cage all day either. I don't get to spend enough time with her as it is." She got bored and lonely when he was away for a long time, working or out of town for some long family thing. He'd miss her too.

You winced when he spread the ointment across your arm, resting your head against the wall, watching him. "I really wanna live with you," you mumbled quietly.

He looked up from where he was unraveling a large spool of gauze, the kind he'd use on his vigilante injuries. "I really want to live with you, too," he responded, tearing the bandage and gently wrapping it around your arm.

Dick pulled your sleeve back down for you, his hand wrapping around your forearm, swiping his thumb back and forth across it as he started at you.

"They'll like each other eventually, right?" You asked. "They have to."

He shrugged, pulling you down from the counter, flush against him. "I hope so," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Come on, I'll give your cat some catnip or something to make him mellow out."

A subtle scoff left your lips. Your cat would never be the problem, in your opinion. But you refrained from saying that because you knew how defensive he was about Haley. As he should be. She was the sweetest. When she wasn't extremely riled up.

Walking back into the kitchen, you sat at the counter, turning your cat's carrier towards you to see how he was doing. Probably stressed, you figured.

Your eyes widened a bit, realizing it hadn't been fully zipped. And it was now completely open. Not to mention empty.

"Dick," you called, reaching out, smacking his arm in panic. "Dick. Where the hell is my cat?"

He furrowed his brows in confusion, before turning and realizing what you were talking about. He glanced around quickly for any sign of him. "Okay. Okay, don't panic," he said quickly, putting his hand on your shoulder. "It's a small apartment. He's here somewhere."

"Yeah, but so is Haley," you reminded him.

He could jump pretty high, sure. He had decent agility considering his age. But he was still a lot slower than an energetic puppy.

"She won't hurt him," Dick assured you. He didn't know that. He was just hoping. "I'll check the bedroom, you check the living room."

With a nod, you slid off the seat, rushing into the living room and searching for any sign of your cat. Under the couch seemed like a good option, but he wasn't there. Nor behind the TV. He wasn't in any of the open drawers of the TV standard.

"He's not here!" You shouted to Dick, throwing one of the couch cushions on the floor with a frustrated grunt.

"Relax!" He called back, from the bedroom. "I found him."

You rushed towards the room, eager to see your cat, hoping he wasn't scared under the bed or hiding in the closet. You pushed the door open, eyes going straight to Dick who had his arms crossed and his head tilted, staring at the bed in amusement.

Your gaze followed his and you immediately found your cat, curled up into a ball, right beside Haley on the bed. "Wha-" your mouth opened and shut in confusion as you took a step forward to scoop him up but then decided against it.

"Told you she wouldn't hurt him," Dick muttered sweetly, reaching out to brush the hair off your shoulder.

Haley perked up slightly, seeing them, but then put her head back down, resting it on your cat's fluffy stomach as he laid on the sheets, yawning.

You huffed, scrubbing your face and turning to him. "I got scratched for nothing," you complained with no real malice before wrapping your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. "Does this mean it's actually happening?" You murmured against him. "We're really gonna live together?"

He rested his chin on the top of your head, a smile tugging at his lips as he rubbed his hand up and down your back. "Yeah," he confirmed, his eyes watching his dog and cat cuddle. "We're really gonna live together."

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theodorenmyth · 1 day ago

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I just read 'people you know' and it's so good !!! I was just wondering if you could make an alternate ending (I love the angst but fluff is so cute!!!) with Mattheo and Theo realising what they've done and apologised to y/n but he Makes them work for it until he feels like they're truly sorry, then it works outs. 🙏🙏 Thanks sooo muchhh ♡♡♡

People you know

Pairings : Mattheo R. x GN!Reader x Theodore N.

Summary : Mattheo and Theo work to earn back your trust, proving they’ve changed. Slowly, you let them in again. One night, after carrying you to bed, you ask them to stay. Holding you close, they realize—they’ll never lose you again.

A/N : maybe this one will heal your hearts.... I think

Warnings : Angst, fluffy ending

Word count : 1k+

They didn’t think it would ever come to this.

Mattheo and Theodore had convinced themselves that no matter how much damage had been done, no matter how deep the wounds had cut, you would always find your way back to them. You always had before.

But not this time.

This time, you had replaced them.

At first, they didn’t take it seriously. They saw you hanging around Casper Rosier and Elias Avery and thought it was a temporary thing, that you were just passing time. But then you stopped looking at them. Stopped waiting for them. Stopped acting like they were the center of your world.

And it hurt.

It hurt when Mattheo saw Casper drape an arm around your shoulders.

It hurt when Theo saw Elias steal bits of your food at lunch like it was his right.

It hurt when they saw you at the courtyard under the tree—their tree—with them.

They had no one to blame but themselves.

Pansy had called them out on it first. "You let them go, and now they found people who actually treat them right."

"We didn’t let them go," Theo had muttered, but his voice was weak.

"Yes, you did," she’d said with finality. "And now they’re happy without you."

They should have taken the hint. Should have accepted that they had lost their chance.

But then Mattheo saw you at the Three Broomsticks, sandwiched between Casper and Elias, laughing, and something in him snapped.

The next thing you knew, Mattheo was looming over your table, his hands braced against the wood. "Alright," he said, voice low and sharp. "I think it’s time we talk."

You raised your brows, unimpressed. "Talk? Now you want to talk?"

Theo appeared beside him, looking just as tense. "We should have talked a long time ago," he admitted.

Casper leaned back lazily. "You’ve got some nerve, Riddle."

Mattheo ignored him. "Please," he said, voice tight. "Just five minutes."

You stared at him for a long moment, then sighed. "Fine."

Mattheo and Theo led you outside into the cold, their hearts pounding.

"You hate us," Theo said quietly.

You crossed your arms. "I don’t hate you. I just don’t trust you anymore."

The words stung.

Mattheo exhaled sharply. "We were assholes," he admitted. "We fucked up. We got caught up in our own shit and didn’t see what we were doing to you until it was too late."

You studied him carefully. "Why are you telling me this now?"

Theo ran a hand through his hair, exhaling shakily. "Because seeing you happy without us fucking killed us." His voice cracked slightly. "Because we miss you, and we know we don’t deserve you back, but we’re selfish enough to want to try anyway."

You felt something in your chest tighten, but you weren’t going to let them off that easily.

"You don’t get to just say sorry and have everything go back to normal," you said. "You hurt me. You made me feel like I didn’t matter. If you want me back, you have to prove that I do."

Mattheo and Theo looked at each other before nodding firmly.

"We’ll do whatever it takes," Mattheo said. "Just… don’t shut us out completely."

You hesitated, then gave a small nod. "You can start by earning my time back."

And with that, you walked away, leaving them standing in the cold.

But this time, they weren’t going to let you slip away again.

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They weren’t expecting you to forgive them easily.

Honestly, Mattheo and Theo would have preferred if you had just screamed at them, cursed them out, anything but what you actually did—make them earn you back.

And oh, did you make them work for it.

It started small. They weren’t allowed to sit next to you in the Great Hall, but you let them hover nearby. You wouldn’t wait for them after class, but you didn’t speed up when they walked beside you. You let them talk, let them try, but you made no promises.

And yet, that small sliver of hope was enough for them.

They did everything.

Mattheo would leave sweets on your desk before class, casually acting like he had no idea how they got there. Theo would pass you notes, little things like ‘You look nice today.’ or ‘This class is unbearable without you talking to me.’

They remembered things. Things they should have always remembered.

Theo pulled you aside before Potions one day, placing a small, wrapped package in your hands. "I know your hands get cold, and I saw these at Hogsmeade."

Inside were a pair of enchanted gloves, warm as if you were always near a fireplace.

Mattheo, as dramatic as ever, threw his scarf around you when he saw you shivering. "Can’t have you freezing to death. I refuse to grieve fashionably."

And slowly, you started letting them back in.

You allowed Theo to sit across from you in the library instead of a table away. You let Mattheo walk with you to class without rolling your eyes. You started responding to their little notes with snarky comments, making them grin like idiots.

The real shift happened one night in the common room.

You had fallen asleep on the couch, your book slipping from your fingers. Theo and Mattheo had been sitting nearby, both watching you with quiet longing.

Theo was the first to move. Carefully, cautiously, he reached over and brushed a strand of hair from your face. "They used to fall asleep on us all the time," he murmured.

Mattheo swallowed. "I miss that."

Theo hesitated, then whispered, "We should bring them to bed."

Mattheo nodded, and before he could second-guess himself, he slipped his arms under you, lifting you as gently as he could. You stirred slightly but didn’t wake, instead curling into his warmth instinctively.

Mattheo’s heart clenched.

Theo followed closely behind, and when they finally tucked you into bed, they both hesitated before stepping away.

And then, still half-asleep, you murmured, "Stay?"

They froze.

Theo swallowed. "Are you sure?"

You sighed sleepily, shifting to make room. "I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t."

They didn’t waste a second.

Theo slid in on one side, his warmth familiar and comforting. Mattheo took the other, draping an arm over you protectively.

For the first time in months, it felt right.

Mattheo exhaled against your hair. "Missed this," he whispered.

Theo pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "Missed you."

You sighed, finally, finally relaxing in their arms. "I missed you too."

And just like that, they knew—this time, they weren’t going to lose you again.

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pomefioredove · 21 hours ago

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Hallo, can I order a sugar cookie number 7, with chocolate chips and chestnuts ^^

-chacha

trey fans come get ur dinnerrr

order #7, sugar with chocolate chips and chestnuts

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ would that help?

summary: you get sick while pretending to be trey's partner to his family. he wants to know why tropes: fake dating, sick fic characters: trey additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu

"You look awful. Now, eat,"

You respond to Trey with nothing but a glare. If you open your mouth for more than a second, he'll force another spoonful of broth in it.

He's been doing that all night.

"Come on. It's an old family recipe~" he says in sing-song, waving the silver spoon around.

You shake your head.

Trey sighs and slumps against the armchair he'd dragged over to the bedside some hours ago.

"Will you at least tell me what's wrong?"

Nothing.

"Are you mad at me?"

Nothing, still.

"Here," he says, dropping the spoon back into the bowl of (now cold) soup with a clink. "No soup. I promise. Everyone's really worried about you, Prefect."

Everyone. The word makes you shudder.

"Are you cold? I can ask my mom to turn on the heat,"

"I'm not- damn it," you break your vow of silence with a sigh, and you hide yourself under the blankets on Trey's bed. They smell like him, but warmer, not as flowery as he does at NRC. "Go away."

"Prefect, you're acting like a child,"

"I don't care,"

He nudges you through the blanket, as if you were some strange thing he found washed up on the beach.

"Hm. What would the others say if they could see their responsible, mature Prefect like this, hmm?"

You can hear the smirk in his voice. He's trying to coax you out of your cozy hideaway.

"To see you acting like a toddler... or, worse, like Grim. Oh, Ace would laugh. And the lecture that Riddle would give you... should I call him right now? He's only a few minutes away, I'm sure he'd hate to see you like this. I'm taking my phone out now-"

"Alright!" you say, throwing the blankets off. "Fine, okay?"

Trey bursts into laughter, nearly falling out of the armchair. "I can't believe that worked on you!"

You glare, and he rights himself, pushing up his glasses to wipe away his tears.

"I used that on my siblings when they wouldn't eat their vegetables. I'd say I was going to call the Queen herself... heh,"

"Not funny,"

"A little funny," he compromises, giving you another nudge. "Tell me what's wrong. You haven't left my room all day. My parents have been asking about you."

You sigh, the guilt prickling your skin like the quills of a hedgehog.

"I feel bad about lying,"

Trey blinks, his smile suddenly gone, and he leans back in the mishappen armchair.

"So... you've stressed yourself to the point of sickness because... you feel bad that we're lying to my parents about dating,"

"To everyone!" you exclaim. "Your parents, your siblings, your cousins, your customers- it... it's just not me."

He cradles his chin in his palm, looking towards the window. Whatever he's thinking, he doesn't share with you.

"I guess that makes sense. I keep forgetting you're not really a Night Raven College student,"

"Exactly," you mutter, hiding under the blankets again. It's quiet for a minute or two. Has he left?

The thought makes you feel even worse.

But then there's a nudge at your shoulder, and a flower from the vase on the nightstand in your face.

You blink. "What's this?"

"You said lying about us being together makes you feel bad," Trey says, nervously adjusting his glasses with his other hand.

"So date me."

"What?"

"Date me. It won't be a lie, then," he mutters, his cheeks a rosy red. "Would that... help?"

You sit up, letting the blankets fall at your waist, and you stare.

You take the flower, a beautiful white rose with no thorns, and, somehow, you find it within yourself to smile.

"It would help. Would that help you?"

It takes a moment for Trey to understand what you mean, but when he does, he smiles. "It... would help me. A lot,"

"Good," you sniffle, and he hands you a tissue, as white and delicate as the rose in your other hand.

"Now... could you... reheat that soup, please? I'm starving."

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #trey clover x reader #queued

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live-laugh-lenney · 2 days ago

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could you do one where r has really bad endometriosis (I struggle myself so bad omg) and Arthur helps her? just fluffy supportive bf and then maybe a feature from the other boys? xx

just want to clarify, i don't suffer with endometriosis so i have no idea if i've done this any justice but i hope you guys enjoy! <33

"lovie, are you okay?"

she hated the concern that dripped heavily from the words rolling off his tongue.

not because she hated how sweet he was being by checking in on her as she sat under the hot water in the bath, letting the shower run over her head and patter loud yet soothingly against the surface level of the bath she'd run to soothe her aches and pains, giving her space and supporting her from afar.

not because he was being the caring boyfriend, making sure she was alright and that he was there if she needed anything, waiting outside the bathroom door with a warm hoodie of his and some comfortable trousers that she could lounge around his house in,

but because she hated how she thought she'd ruined a perfect and beautiful sweet moment between the both of them.

laid upon the sheets of his bed as they gained their breaths back after spending minutes in a mood filled with deepest intimacy, their skin covered in the slightest sheen of sweat, their clothes strewn across the floor, with the room filled with the softest glow emitting from the flickering candle on the shelf in the corner of his bedroom.

"i'm fine," she croaks back over the sound of the water, tears having subsided and all she could feel was the remnants of pain still holding on to her as she felt the worst of it had passed by, arms cradling her knees to her chest, "i just need to sit here for a bit but i'll be out soon."

"can i-"

he cuts himself off because, as much as he wanted to offer to sit in the bathroom alongside her and hold her hand through the aching of her belly, would she want him there?

"yeah," she mumbles softly, "please."

arthur's hand curled around the door handle and he poked his head into the brightly-lit room, his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the lights above his head, and she couldn't help but to just stare at him as he made himself known in the room. his hair still a mess upon his head, from both the pillow and from her roaming hands, but he'd dressed himself in a baggy hoodie and a pair of boxers that she could just see beneath the bottom of his jumper.

"i'm sorry."

it's the first thing she wanted to say, to clear the air, to make him feel like he understood how she was feeling.

"what for? it's not something you can control so you don't need to feel this way, ever," he leans up to turn off the shower head, stopping the water falling from it, before he crouches down by the edge and rests his elbows on the ceramic tub, letting his hands hang down and dip into the water, "you don't need to apologise for this, okay?"

"but we were having such a perfect night together," she frowns and she can feel the lump forming in her throat, aching and burning and she could sense herself wanting to cry again, "i hate how it ruins the most beautiful moments. because i don't want to stop doing what i enjoy, what makes me feel good, what brings us closer together."

"it didn't," he smiles softly, reaching up a wet hand and cupping her cheek softly, letting his damp thumb run across the skin from her nose to her ear, "i promise you, it's not ruined anything. it won't ever ruin anything between us. i understand you. and i understand your condition."

she tilts her head into his touch and closes her eyes and he watches as her eyelashes flutter against the curve of her cheeks, silence swallowing them up as they sat amongst the presence of each other, no need for words to fall from their lips to soothe the other. his touch was all she longed for in that moment; soft, caring and gentle and a complete contrast to the pains that had engulfed her just moments prior.

"i feel like i've won the lottery," she whispers softly, eyes looking over to him and she feels butterflies flitting around her belly when he looks her dead in the eyes, "i hit the jackpot with you."

"likewise," he grins widely, standing to his feet and offering out his stretched hands, wiggling his fingers in her direction in an attempt to get her to stand up, "c'mon, i've got some fresh clothes waiting for you in the bedroom and a blanket on the sofa that's been warmed in the dryer. ready for us to finish off our night."

"sounds perfect," she hums, taking his hands and reluctantly coming to her feet, the water sloshing around her legs as she stepped over the side of the tub and into the cool air of the bathroom. her body was tired and her limbs ached from exhaustion yet her mind felt so satisfied with the feeling of love that washed over her. "i love you."

"i love you, too."

"oi, cheer up, darling."

she's torn from her daze by george's elbow prodding into her side, not quite a harsh jut into her hip but one that was enough to tear her away from her own world and back into the loud and rowdy crowd around them, her attention snapping back as she turned her face and looked at him.

"hmm?"

"you zoned out for a bit there," george claims, setting down his pint glass and leaning a little closer to her, "everything alright?"

she nods softly.

around her, the atmosphere was loud and rowdy and exactly what you would expect on a friday night when sat in a pub in the middle of london, and from where she was sat in the booth, squeezed between george and isaac as arthur sat himself down at the other end of the table, she couldn't do much but sit there and watch her surroundings as people walked in and out of the door.

it wasn't that she was exhausted, because she was... but she just felt drained of all excitement.

her social battery had become empty, like a car running out of petrol on a long drive, and she didn't want to tell arthur that she was ready to go home but she craved the quiet and the comfort of her flat. as much as she loved the boys, catching up on their busy weeks and filling them in on the exciting brand deals and trips that they'd been invited on, that night just felt different to her.

"i think i need to go home," she laughs it off as a joke but george can tell and she knew that he knew it wasn't a joke because of the way his eyes softened at her and by the way his eyes flickered to arthur as he stayed deep in conversation with chris and cal as they laughed about something, "do you think he'll mind?"

george shrugs, "i couldn't tell you, honestly. i don't think he'll be sad."

she finishes off her gin and lemonade and stands to her feet, picking her bag up from the floor and reaching for her coat that was draped behind isaac, catching his attention.

"and where are you going?"

"i need to talk to arthur," she explains softly and he cocks an eyebrow at her in confusion, looking between her face and the coat that was draped over her arm, "and then i need some air."

"are you bailing, missus television?"

she frowns and shakes her head.

"i'm just not feeling it right now," yn says and she really didn't want to dwell on how she was feeling in that moment, "just a bit tired."

george swivelled in his seat, moving his legs so she could shuffle passed him, making sure she collected her things before making her way towards arthur at the end of the table. and, despite his drunken state and the beers that were coursing through him, the look of pure concern pinched his features together once he saw her bag over her shoulder and her coat draped over her arm.

"where are you going?"

"i'm gon'a head off," she admits to him, "i'm not feeling so perky so i think i'll just head back to yours and wait for you to get home."

"are you having a flare up?"

"not so much, i'm just feeling really tired."

arthur stands to his feet, reaching for the jacket that he had hanging on the back of his chair, in an attempt to leave at the same time as her. yet she stopped him, shaking her head with a smile on her lips, pushing him back to his seat so he could continue his night with his friends.

"lovie-"

"i'm not gon'a ruin your night with your friends," she leans down and presses a kiss to his lips, "but i'll see you later, okay?"

"let me walk you back to mine then," he insists, "please?"

"it's a short walk from here, i'll be fine," she smiles down at him and runs her fingers through his hair, "we all know if you come back with me then you'll want to stay home and you deserve this night out with the boys."

"i'll walk her home? i've left my wallet at phone, there's only so much paying with my card i can do before i asks for my pin and i'm too far gone to remember what it is," george suggests, emitting a round of laughter from around the table, "honestly, i don't mind."

once it was agreed and she'd said her goodbyes to everyone, george shrugged on his jacket and followed her out of the pub's front door, into the cold air of london as they set off towards the flat complex. a comfortable silence following the both of them as they passed by drunken groups of friends and people leaving work for the weekend.

"he loves you," george breaks the silence between them and it catches yn off guard, "a lot."

"it goes back the same way," yn grins sweetly, "he's been such a godsend these last few months, too. especially with the doctors appointments and all of the treatments and consultations and home remedies i make him do with me."

"he'd do anything for you," he says, moving behind her on the path so he could allow a couple to walk passed them, "i reckon he'd even take on the uterus just so you could be free of pain."

she rolls her eyes but can't help the smile that tickles at the corners of her mouth.

"you guys are so good together," george admits, "i'm glad he's found someone who understands him and someone he can be his true self around. it's nice to see him so happy now."

"again," yn looks at george, "it goes back the same way."

his hands were warm.

as his fingers pushed gently into the skin of her stomach, rubbing soft circles as to relieve to her pain but not cause her injury, she laid in complete contempt upon the bed. the smell of lavender coming from the massage oil coating his fingertips, as he lathered her belly in the liquid, soothed her and made her feel drowsy and like she could fall asleep under his touch.

"i hate that it makes you feel like this," he mumbles softly, "but i love that it gives us moments like this."

and she really did feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

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jinmindeulle · 1 day ago

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vulnerable | k. mingyu, j. wonwoo (2)

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 kim mingyu x fem!reader x jeon wonwoo

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 1.7 k

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 angst, fluff | friends-with-benefits!mingyu, neighbor-and-highschool-crush!wonwoo | you decided! mingyu is your choice.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 mentions about sex i guess?

mingyu took a decision. wonwoo will be there for you.

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You loved spending time with Wonwoo. You really did.

But you couldn’t stop thinking about Mingyu and how days went by without him reaching out. He seemed a little disoriented when he left your dorm that evening, so you thought that him being all silent with you was his way of dealing with the situation.

“I can’t help but ask you, is everything alright?”

Ever since you got closer to Wonwoo, you would regularly visit each other. All it took was a minute-long walk from one corner of the first floor to the other. Now that he had a tiny and fluffy companion, you had more excuses to stop by when you got home from work.

“It’s complicated” you sighed, gently scratching the kitty’s neck.

“I like complicated” he chuckled, bringing his can of beer to his lips as he looked at you with attentive eyes.

“Well… I’ve got this friend who has been my best friend ever since college. We met when he banged on my dorm’s room at two in the morning because he was drunk and thought that was his dorm.” you giggled, reminiscing about that crazy first week as a college student. “He was everywhere I looked, and he seemed to like talking to me. We became close and he has been my rock for more than eight years. But last year, things changed a bit between us”

“You fell in love, right?” Wonwoo’s eyebrows rose.

“Kinda?” you shrugged, giving an awkward laugh “We started as friends with benefits, with some rules to follow. We could kiss and have sex. We could make it stop when one of us asked to. We banned jealousy and we were not exclusive…except-”

“You were being exclusive” he chuckled and shook his head “I don’t see the problem, though. If you two were fine by how things were going…”

“He was not” you sighed, taking a sip of your can so you could continue the story with a little bit more courage “He asked me to start seeing other people so we could follow that stupid rule, and he explicitly said ‘I don’t want us to be a couple’”

Wonwoo seemed to be contemplating where the narrative was heading before he asked “But he still wanted to fuck you?”

“We were not having sex every time we met up — that was what bothered him the most, I guess. Not because of the act in itself, but because he felt we were practically a couple when he came over, cooked with me, and cuddled to sleep instead of being all over each other”

“So…”

“We fought and he finally came over to apologize. But now we’re in this weird position where he doesn’t know what he wants and I’m waiting for him as if I were Rapunzel trapped in a tower. He knows I don’t see him as a friend anymore. But I don’t want to lose him if he chooses to make this end” you looked down to your lap, eyes welling up. Wonwoo shifted from his side of the couch and scooted closer, hugging you with his right arm so you could place your head on the crook of his neck.

“You won’t lose him. It might be weird at the beginning, yes. But he needs you as much as you need him. Do you think he is willing to cut ties with you if he doesn’t choose commitment?”

“I guess he’s not” you mumbled, taking in Wonwoo’s scent to calm down your hiccup.

“If he is the one, and you are his one, there’s nothing to worry about,” his low and calm voice had a magical effect on you, and as you felt the vibrations of his voice through his neck, you began to soothe your worries “ If you still think he’s the one when he’s still not ready to treat you as his girlfriend, maybe time will eventually bring you two together. And if time doesn’t, then… I’m still gonna be here”

“You are an angel” you mumbled, feeling your eyes heavy.

“Only for you”

. . . . . . . . . .

Eleven. Exactly eleven days had passed, and Mingyu was still nowhere to be seen, or heard of.

You knew by a friend in common that he had been going from his home to the office, and from the office to his home all along. It had been suspicious for his coworkers too, because one of them had reached out to ask you if everything was alright with him. I think so — was all you could say.

On your way home after a pretty light day at work, you opened his chat at least ten times. At that point, it was more of a necessity rather than a desire to know if he was okay. Tomorrow, you promised to yourself. If he doesn’t say anything by tomorrow, I will come by his house.

The thought of seeing him again brought tears to your eyes. You missed him more than anyone, you missed his skin against yours, his lips traveling down every piece of you, the soft smiles and the caring kisses he gave you before going to sleep.

You had to rub your eyes because the tears made you miss the keyhole as you tried to get into your apartment. Should I call him?

Your question was answered as soon as you opened the door.

The most gorgeous peony bouquet sat on your coffee table, accompanied by a small off-white envelope.

You discarded your bag and blazer on your way to the table, not caring if the door remained open. The envelope had your name, the handwriting was unmistakenly Mingyu’s.

Y/N

I’m not good with words and you, more than anyone, know this. You will notice that this is too well written — I took my time. I think it took four days to complete and one more to rewrite it. Don’t get your hopes up, though. I may be an editor-in-chief, but writing from the heart is not my forte.

When I left your house, nothing of what you said was clear to me. I don’t like commitment — I have never liked it, even before we met. So of course I had wanted to avoid it, I ran from it. How could I ever fall comfortable with what we had if it was obviously what I had never wanted?

After I got to my house, my heart felt empty. I was no longer looking forward to anything else, not even after-office drinking or my mum’s dishes. But it wasn’t until I unconsciously made my way to your dorm one Wednesday evening that I realized why.

You were what I was looking forward to every day. No one or nothing else but you. Not even sleeping together. The sole thought of having you was what kept me happy and satisfied with my life.

And when you left, I knew there was no way I was losing you.

I don’t know if what we were doing was commitment. I want to believe so — and that reassures me that I am capable of being the man you deserve to have in your life as a partner in all aspects. Please be patient with me if I need you to teach me how to be a proper boyfriend. I am and will always be willing to learn because I want to be it for you.

I want to be your boyfriend. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want us to be us, you and me, no one else in between.

I love you and I think I fell in love with you the night I wanted to trespass on your dorm — drunk or not, the butterflies would have been there. I didn’t know what falling in love implied, so I guess I tried to dodge it for eight years to avoid admitting it.

Better late than never, right?

If you still want to take this fool, I promise to never let you down. If you are done with my dumbness, I will respect it. I deserve that anyway.

Once again, I love you with all my heart.

Yours,

KMG.

Shocked, relieved, ecstatic. So many emotions were evoked by that one letter that your hands trembled when you put it back down in hopes that the flowers would calm you down. But the man whose handwriting you so dearly adored had other plans.

“Can I be your boyfriend?”

You let out a surprised yelp and immediately turned around.

There he was, standing by the door frame, hands in his pockets, a light blush on his cheeks. How much you had missed that image in front of you.

Your body reacted before your brain did. You ran towards Mingyu, who swiftly caught you before you even jumped at him. You clung to his neck with both of your arms and hugged his hips with your legs, not wanting to let go of the man who took it upon himself to break and pick up the pieces of your broken heart, all in two weeks.

“Is that a yes?” he giggled, closing the door with his foot, effortlessly making his way to the bedroom with you in his arms.

“It’s a ‘You took your damn time, cowboy’!”

“Sorry,” he sighed, gently laying you down on your mattress, careful to support his weight on his own and not on your body “I can be a bit slow”

“A bit?” you giggled, taking his face with your hands and caressing his cheeks with your thumbs “Is eight years just a bit to you, Gyu?”

“If you put it that way…”

“Shut up and kiss me”

“Your wish is my command, my love”

Mingyu had always been a great kisser, but damn. The way he kissed you as his girlfriend? A new wonder of the world, if they asked you. It was tender, sparkly, romantic. He took care of you, he didn’t rush it. It felt like he was measuring his every move because it was different now.

“I,” kiss “love,” kiss “you,” kiss.

As he peppered you with sloppy kisses all over your face, you finally felt at home. Kim Mingyu was all you could have asked for, all you could have wished for, all you could have died for.

And he was there. In your arms, telling you with each breath how much he loved you.

Life was good. Life was very good.

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epilogue: mingyu as your boyfriend

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part 1 | you decide... mingyu or wonwoo (3) soon!

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charliedawn · 1 day ago

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The New Patient

Eddie Munson as Ghostface…

The arrival of a new patient at St. Louis was always an event, but when the file came in marked high-risk, it got even more interesting. Gregory House sat in his office, flipping through the file with his usual mix of skepticism and amusement. That one looked like he was fun at parties for sure…

Patient Name: Edward "Eddie" Munson Alias: Ghostface Age: 20s Crimes: Multiple homicides, suspected cult activity, theatrical tendencies… Psychological Notes: Highly intelligent, unpredictable, prone to dramatic flair. Extremely talkative. Charismatic but potentially manipulative. Eddie has a history of violent outbursts when provoked or bored.

Narcissistic: Eddie craves attention and admiration, often using charm or fear to control others.

Sociopathic: Lacks remorse, views people as tools for his amusement.

Unpredictable: Quick to switch from jovial to violent without warning.

Intelligent & Strategic: Uses his mind to manipulate situations but hides it behind a chaotic persona.

House arched an eyebrow and scoffed. "Oh great, a slasher with a personality disorder and a love for theatrics. Bet he and Freddy will get along just fine."

He tossed the file onto his desk, grabbing his cane as he stood up.

Time to meet Ghostface.

He made his way down the halls of St. Louis, his cane tapping rhythmically against the linoleum floors. The guards were more tense than usual, gripping their batons a little tighter, their eyes flickering toward the cell of their newest arrival.

"That bad, huh ?" House smirked, glancing at one particularly nervous guard. "He bites or something ?"

The guard scowled but didn’t respond. Instead, he unlocked the heavy steel door, pushing it open with an audible clunk.

Inside, sitting on the edge of his cot, was Eddie Munson—or as the file called him, Ghostface.

But there was no mask now.

Instead, there was a wild-eyed young man with a mop of curly dark hair and a smirk that practically screamed trouble. He looked up as House entered, tilting his head like a curious animal.

"Well, well, well," Eddie drawled, swinging his legs a little. "You must be the guy they send in when all hope is lost. Should I be worried about you ‘fixing’ me ? I gotta say, Doc, you don’t look very…hopeful."

House studied him, unimpressed. "And you don’t look very threatening, but here we are."

Eddie grinned, his fingers drumming against his knees. "Ouch. Right for the throat. I like you already."

House glanced around the room, noting the walls covered in scratch marks—probably from restless hands rather than any escape attempt. Eddie seemed more…alive than the other patients. Most of them had this eerie stillness, like coiled beasts waiting to strike. But Eddie ? Eddie moved. His energy buzzed around him, barely contained.

"Let me guess," House said, pointing at him with his cane, "you’re the fun serial killer. The one who makes jokes while slitting throats. Likes a bit of performance with his murder ?"

Eddie shrugged, grinning. "Hey, if you’re gonna do something, do it with style, right ?"

House narrowed his eyes. "So that’s your excuse ? You’re an artist ?"

Eddie let out a dramatic gasp. "Finally ! Someone gets it ! These guys—" he gestured vaguely to the walls, probably referring to the guards and other members of staff "—they keep treating me like I’m some mindless psycho. But you ? You see the craft."

House rolled his eyes. "Oh, I see something, alright."

Eddie leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "So tell me, Doc, what’s your diagnosis ? Am I insane ? Or am I just a ‘misunderstood kid who wants attention’ ?" He pouted before chuckling.

House smirked. "You want my medical opinion ?"

Eddie spread his arms wide. "Lay it on me."

House huffed, stepping closer. "You’re a narcissist with a flair for the dramatic. You crave attention, and the whole ‘Ghostface’ thing ? That’s just your way of making sure everyone remembers your name. You get off on the fear, the chaos—but you’re not like Myers or Jason. You’re not some silent, brooding force of nature. You need people to react to you."

Eddie didn’t even look offended. In fact, he looked amused. "Damn, Doc, you really get me."

House stared at him for a long moment. Then, finally, he asked, "Why ?"

Eddie blinked, caught off guard for the first time. "Why what ?"

House tilted his head. "Why the mask ? Why the killings ? What’s the real reason ?"

Eddie’s smirk faltered—just for a second. But it was enough for House to see it. That tiny flicker of something deeper, something darker. Then, just as quickly, Eddie grinned again, leaning back against the wall.

"That’s for me to know," he said, flashing House a wink, "and for you to figure out."

House exhaled sharply, rubbing his forehead. "Great. Another one who thinks he’s deep."

Eddie chuckled. "Oh, come on, Doc. We’re gonna have so much fun together."

House turned to leave, muttering, "I already hate you."

Eddie called after him, "You say that now, but give it time ! Everybody loves Eddie Munson !"

The door slammed shut behind House.

He had a headache already.

A few hours later:

The sterile echo of footsteps filled the corridor as you approached Eddie Munson’s cell, the faint buzz of fluorescent lights overhead casting flickering shadows on the concrete walls. You balanced the small tray in your hands—vials, alcohol swabs, and a syringe neatly arranged.

The guard beside the door shifted uncomfortably, his grip tightening on his baton. "You sure you don’t want me to stay ?"

You gave him a flat look. "It’s a blood sample, not a cage match."

The guard didn’t look convinced but stepped aside as you unlocked the door. The heavy metal creaked open with a groan, revealing Eddie sitting cross-legged on his cot, fiddling with the hem of his standard-issue pants. His dark, curly hair was a chaotic mess, and when he looked up, a wide grin split his face.

“Well, hello, Nurse Sunshine,” Eddie drawled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “To what do I owe the pleasure ? Or is this just a social call ?”

You closed the door behind you with a solid click—always best to limit distractions. “Blood sample.”

Eddie’s grin didn’t falter. If anything, it grew wider. "Ah, straight to business. You wound me." He placed a dramatic hand over his heart, then shifted to sit on the edge of his bed, swinging his legs like an overgrown child. "Should I roll up my sleeve, or are we doing this the fun way ?"

You set the tray down on the small metal table in the corner, snapping on a pair of gloves. “Left arm.”

Eddie obeyed without protest, rolling up the sleeve of his orange jumpsuit. His arms were littered with faded bruises, old scars, and a few tattoos—one of a crude demon face, another of a snake winding around his wrist.

As you prepped the syringe, you felt his gaze on you, sharp and unblinking.

“You know,” Eddie said casually, “most people look a lot more nervous when they’re in here with me. Guess you’re not like ‘most people.’”

You didn’t bother looking up. “I’m not.”

His laugh was soft, almost musical. “I like that.”

You approached, checking the vein in his arm, finding it with practiced ease. As you inserted the needle, Eddie didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.

“Do you ever wonder what it’s like ?” he whispered.

You didn’t respond, keeping your focus on the vial as dark red blood filled it.

Eddie smiled wider. “You know…the moment when everything slows down—the rush, the clarity. Like time freezes just for you.” His gaze drifted lazily from your face to the needle in his arm. “That’s the fun part. The power in it. It’s not about the mask. Not really.”

You pulled the needle out smoothly, pressing a cotton swab against his skin. “You talk too much.”

Eddie’s laughter burst out, bright and wild, echoing in the small cell. "And you don’t talk enough ! We’d make a great duo—me with the charm, you with the cold, mysterious aura. It’s perfect !"

You capped the vial, placing it back on the tray. "We’re not a duo."

Eddie leaned back on his hands, still grinning. "Not yet."

You picked up the tray, turning to leave without another word.

As the door creaked open, Eddie’s voice followed you out, light and sing-song:

"See you soon, Nurse Sunshine !"

The door slammed shut behind you, but his laughter lingered like an echo in the hall.

A few days later:

Eddie had been somewhat calm so far and hadn’t cause any trouble. So, you decided to reward him. The quiet hum of the hospital was broken by your footsteps as you walked through the sterile hallways, the large TV and game console in your arms. The guards at the front desk looked at you with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, but you ignored their glances, focused on your task. Eddie had been clamoring for something to pass the time, and you decided to indulge him for once.

The guards at Eddie’s cell eyed you warily as you approached the door. One of them, who had been here longer, stepped forward with a raised brow. "You sure about this, Nurse Y/N ? You’re bringing him a TV ?"

You flashed a small, almost mischievous smile. "He’s been complaining about boredom for days. Can’t have him getting too... restless."

The guard grunted but stepped aside, unlocking the door with a familiar click. Eddie was lying on his cot, as usual, his legs hanging over the side, but his eyes were alight with curiosity when he saw what you were carrying.

“Well, well, Nurse Sunshine,” Eddie said with a grin that could’ve rivaled the sun itself. “I think you might just be my favorite person around here.”

You set the TV down on the small metal table and plugged it in, trying your best to keep things professional. Eddie, however, had other plans.

"Hold on, hold on," Eddie said as he jumped off the cot with surprising agility for someone who had been cooped up for so long. He leaned against the wall, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Are we talking video games here ?"

You nodded, setting the game console down next to the TV and pulling out a couple of controllers. “Yep. A little distraction, as requested.”

His grin widened, the chaotic energy that seemed to constantly radiate from him building. "No way ! I was starting to think I’d die of boredom in here. What kind of games we got ?"

You handed him one of the controllers, still maintaining your calm composure. “You’ll find out in a second. You need me to set it up for you ?”

Eddie shook his head, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and excitement. "Nah, I got it. You’re dealing with an expert here." He winked, and bent forward to get all the wires connected.

As he took over the controls, setting everything up with quick, deft hands, you took a step back. "I’ll leave you to it, then."

But Eddie paused, looking up at you with a grin. “You sure ? I mean, it’s a shame to keep the best gaming partner waiting. I’m a great teammate, just ask anyone who’s ever survived a game with me."

You raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile. “Ah…Unfortunately, I left my video games’ skills at home. And I’m not in the mood to be humiliated.”

Eddie threw his hands up in mock surrender. "No humbling today, I promise. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me." He gestured to the TV and the game console significantly with an inviting grin.

You gave him one last look before heading for the door. "Enjoy, Eddie. Just don’t break anything."

As you closed the door behind you, you could hear Eddie’s voice already calling out from inside, fully immersed in his new world of video games.

"Best. Day. Ever !" he shouted, followed by the distinct sound of buttons being mashed.

You allowed yourself a small, quiet smile. Maybe this would keep him calm for a while.

That night:

The night was calm, the sterile hospital air still and quiet as you made your rounds. The only sounds were the distant hum of machinery and the occasional shuffle of footsteps from other staff members. But then, from down the hall, you heard it.

Eddie’s screams.

They cut through the silence like a blade. Unrestrained, raw, full of anguish. You moved instinctively, rushing down the hallway towards his cell. The guards watched you pass, but they didn’t stop you.

When you reached the door, you found it already wide open. Inside, Eddie was on the floor, curled up, his hands clutching his head, his body shaking violently. His usual bravado was gone, replaced with the desperate, helpless sobs of someone in deep pain.

"Eddie," you called, rushing to him, your voice soft but urgent. "Eddie, it’s okay, you’re safe."

He didn’t hear you. Or maybe he couldn’t. His eyes were wide and wild, tears streaming down his face as he rocked back and forth, the sobs coming out in choked gasps. He seemed lost, trapped in whatever nightmare or memory had taken over him.

You knelt beside him, instinctively pulling him into your arms despite the space between you and the guards. "Eddie, it’s okay," you whispered again, this time more firmly, trying to anchor him. "I’ve got you. You’re okay."

His body flinched, and in his frantic movements, his hand shot out, inadvertently scraping across your arm with sharp, frantic force. You winced slightly, feeling the sting and blood dripping down your elbow, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you held him tighter.

"Eddie," you said, soothingly, your voice never wavering. "It’s me. Nurse Sunshine. Just breathe, okay ?"

He shook his head, his sobs growing louder, more desperate, and he clawed at the air as though trying to escape from some unseen terror. "I can’t...I can’t..."

You tightened your grip, trying to steady him. "Try, Eddie. Try."

His shaking gradually slowed as your voice, calm and steady, seemed to bring him back, grounding him in the present. The screams subsided, turning into broken sobs as Eddie clung to you, his breath coming in short gasps.

"I…I don’t know what happened," he mumbled, his voice hoarse with emotion, still not fully aware of what had happened.

"You had a bad moment," you murmured, stroking his hair gently as he buried his face into your chest. "It’s okay. You’re going to be okay."

You stayed with him in the quiet of the room, not rushing him, not asking any questions. You just held him, allowing him the space to breathe, to calm. Even though the situation had startled you, even though you felt the sting of the scratch on your arm, it was clear that Eddie needed this moment of reassurance more than anything.

And you would give it to him, no questions asked.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #slashers au #eddie munson #eddie munson ghostface #ghostface eddie munson #slashers #dr house

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freyito · 1 day ago

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you asked for gallagher asks and as an official gallagher simp and death denier i am here to oblige. how about gallagher finds someone flirting with reader while they were waiting for him and gallagher gets all pouty and jealous as he picks them up and takes them away bc theyre his partner dammit!! i am a firm gallagher is a clingy baby in a relationship believer

✭ pairing(s): gallagher x gn reader

✩ inspo: Real Man by beabadoobee

✧ a/n: i took a little bit of a different direction with this... but its still jealousy all the same :D!! i, too, think he's clingy... but also like scary dog privileges and all that yk...

also! i have a strawpage now!!! i mainly made it for my selfship blog (that i'm still regrettably working on) BUT ITS THERE!!! ITS A THING1!! and also ASKS ARE OPEN NOW!!! YAAAAAY!!! remember to read my rules for asks... and since this seems to be a common theme, i DONT write for fem reader :), just gn and male. i also dont answer nsfw asks on this account.

✦ taglist: @fffrost, @shinysora

🗒 cw: gn reader, the guy is a creep, mentions of alcohol, guard dog gallagher -> puppy gallagher p much, not proofread

✎ wc: 1.4k

ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴍᴀɴ

He finds it laughable that some people would even try. Gallagher knows full well what the people of Penacony are like, and yet he never expected for such things to happen. Or, for him to get as jealous as he did. Even if it was clear that you were the apple of his eye, when you and him were very clearly having a nice little conversation– about a date, no less.

Now, he understands that a lot of people– even you, when he first met you– thought Penacony was the perfect paradise. Underneath all that glitz and glamour, though, it was the lowest of the low, the highest population was the sleazebags. Assholes who would swoop in and try and charm their way to your heart, only to run off with all manners of things you wouldn’t want to part with. Or, they would try to use you, take advantage of your better heart. The smarter ones stayed around the longest, sucked you dry of all your possessions, wealth, and even kindness, and left without a word to find their next victim to drain.

But the bolder ones of that population; those are the ones that truly pissed Gallagher off. Like the asshole in front of him, leaning in so close to you that you could smell the alcohol on his breath, hurling all sorts of pick up lines and sickening names at you that bordered on insults. There was no way this man was that bold. The fact that he’d look over at Gallagher every couple of seconds, the fact that he would even include Gallagher in such talk was horrendous.

‘You’ve got quite the fine catch, here.’

‘Come now, I ain’t as bad as he is, I promise.’

‘I can make all sorts of dreams come true, sweetie.’

‘I’m sure your man here wouldn’t mind sharing a little…’

If Gallagher wasn’t on the clock, he’d make sure this man would get his jaw rearranged. But he isn’t a brute, and he’s much more sophisticated than that. Though, he believes if he shows this man mercy, he’d go find some other poor soul to harass. Then again, it is also his job to make sure such things like this get punished. How unfortunate for this man to have no Bronze Melodia to read him his last rites.

With a superficial grin and barely restrained anger, he leans over the counter and catches the man’s attention. He doesn’t say much, if at all anything. He really only gives the guy a look, furrowed brows, a scowl, and the man quickly got up from his seat and ran off with his tail between his legs.

Once Gallagher’s sure the man has given you two enough space (and is avoiding anyone else in the bar), he looks over at you with a much more docile, gentle smile.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He asks, his voice a low, near comforting purr. He reaches for your hand and takes it in his own, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.

“I’m fine,” You nod, “I just think he could definitely brush his teeth better.”

“Well, if you want me to kick him out, I don’t mind doing that,” He chuckles, shaking his head. “Or worse. Whichever you prefer.”

“No, no, it’s fine, I promise,”

“Okay, okay. But the offer still stands,” He looks back over to where the man ran off too, finding him huddled in a booth, as far as possible from the bar. Yet, the man was still nervously staring over at Gallagher, his earlier bravado completely dissipated. Gallagher meets his eyes for a moment, and he can see the man flinch.

You follow Gallagher’s gaze for a moment, before he cuts you off with a kiss to your cheek. You open your mouth to say something, but he catches your lips with his, pressing a borderline sensual kiss to your lips. You don’t protest, and melt into the kiss. You could ask yourself why he was doing this, seeing as he was a man who would stop PDA at holding your hand. Usually, the kinds of kisses were reserved for your privacy… or when he wants to make a point.

When you pull away, you feel your head spin a little. Gallagher chuckles and squeezes your hand, looking back over to the booth. Before he cna gauge the man’s reaction, he realizes that Siobahn has rounded to the bar.

“Oh, shift change, perfect!” He hums, pulling away all too quickly to greet Siobahn and clock out. You raise your eyebrow as he does so, downing your drink and standing up.

Normally, he finds an excuse to stay just a little longer, just one more drink, and so on. But now, he’s keen to leave. Which you don’t mind, but you can’t help but wonder why he’s like this. Either he wants to get off the clock as soon as possible so he’s not liable for what happens to that man, or he wants to whisk you away from that man’s sight and make sure you feel better. Both are quite endearing, in their own ways.

He rounds the bar counter, coming to your side and placing a hand on the small of your back. He ushers you out of the bar with a soft ‘c’mon’, making sure to stay close to you. You were practically hip-to-hip with him, every now and then his hand would reach for your shoulder and pull you in closer when someone looked at you for a second longer. It’s kind of cute, the way he’s protective of you. At the same time, he feels more like a clingy puppy, nosing his way into your hand when you give someone else too much attention.

When you two get home, Gallagher scoops you up in his arms with a grunt of effort, he makes his way to the couch. You don’t even have time to react, all your mind can come up with is a giggle as he sits down, setting you down in his lap. He wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder, hands splaying over your stomach.

“Mh, just like how it's supposed to be,” He murmurs, an air of… nostalgia in his voice?

“What do you mean by that?” You tilt your head, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. In turn, he hides his face in the crook of your neck, muttering something you can’t quite catch. His stubble paired with his words succeeds in only making you laugh, squirming in his arms.

“Noooo…” He whines pitifully, pulling you up closer against him, like your squirming was an attempt to get away. “Lemme just hold you. For a minute. Max. Please?”

“I never said you couldn’t, you’re just–” You squirm again, reaching up and cupping his face. “– making it impossible to sit still.”

“M’sorry,” He apologizes for no particular reason. After another moment of hiding in your neck, he finally pulls away and leans back against the couch. “Y’know… I could’ve punched him. Probably still can, bet that asshole’s still at the bar.”

“I told you it was fine, I’m fine,”

“I know, but the offer still stands. I could find him in an hour. Or less.”

“Well I appreciate the thought, but I’d rather you not resort to violence,”

Gallagher tilts his head further into your palm, looking back up at you as if to verify that what you said was true. You simply look down with a smile, and his face softens, accepting your answer.

“Okay. But you know if anyone does anything like that you can tell me, right? Even if I'm at work and you’re… shopping, or whatever, you can call me. I can play the hero. I’d like to, you know,”

You laugh and lean back scratching at his scruff. This earns you a soft ‘hmph’ in return, eyes closing with satisfaction. He’s happy if you’re happy, it’s always been this way. Gallagher knows the beauty he holds in his arms at this very moment, and that knowledge gives him quite the ego boost. He’s a humble man, and he always does his best not to let pride or anything of the sort go to his head. But he can’t help it when some people get too cocky, when he’s able to chase them away with just a look. Not that it was enough for him– clearly, he had to make his point– but there is a certain pride to keeping one’s lover safe, and letting someone so bold know just who your heart belongs to.

#⁺◟freyito #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #gallagher x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #gallagher x you #gallagher hsr x you

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Hello, my dear. How are you feeling? Any better? Oh dear, I’m afraid your fever hasn’t gone down at all. Here, I brought you some medicine. Sit up just a bit for me, my darling. I’m afraid it’s quite bitter, so try to swallow it down in one gulp.

Yes…just like that. Well done, my dear. Again, I apologize for the taste. Let’s get you some tea to wash that down…oh, I see you drank all the tea I left you! And the water too! I’m pleased to see you took my worries about dehydration to heart! We must be so careful when you’re ill like this.

Oh my darling, you’re trembling. What do you need? More blankets? Let’s get another pot of tea going for you…sorry, what was that, love? …the bathroom? Oh, of course! I should have planned for this, after all the fluids I’ve been giving you! My apologies, dear. Just hold tight for a moment, and I’ll have you taken care of. No, no, don’t get up! You’re much too ill! My dear, I must insist you stay in bed. I’ll be just a moment more…now, where did I put…ah, here it is! This receptacle should suit our purposes just fine!

Alright, my dear, I will need you to sit up again for me, and move yourself close to the edge of the bed. There you are…here, hold onto my shoulder to steady yourself. And if you’ll move your hips just a bit…there, very good. I have you in place. Now, whenever you’re ready- oh! My, we were just in the nick of time! Usually it takes you a little coaxing…you must have been about to burst, you poor thing. You must tell me sooner next time. We should try to avoid wet bedsheets if we can while you’re unwell. We can’t have you getting chilled!

…goodness, my dear. You very nearly filled the bottle to the brim. I’ll need to find a bigger one for the next time. We don’t want any accidental spills! There, doesn’t that feel better? No need to thank me, my love. I’m happy to care for you, whenever you need me. Now, lie back and make yourself comfortable. I’ll take care of the the bottle and then see about that fresh pot of tea.

CRYING SCREAMING YHROWING UP O M G🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖 AAAAAAAAA

You knooow Emmrich is the most attentive nurse when you're sick! He's always been around illnesses when it was the means of an end for someone, so Emmrich likes it when he's able to aid!!

He knows the best herbal teas and medicines to help the aches and other ailments- of course, allll those fluids must filter through and come out

And you KNOW he praises you the whole time when using the container, especially if you're typically shy/hesitant when it comes to peeing infront of others ;0; ♡♡♡

AAAAAAA YOU SPOIL US WITH YIJR WRITINGS 🥺💖💖

#m #omorashi #omocute #emmrich volkarin

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nameless-jamie · 11 hours ago

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GOAL, GOAL, GOAL

Glimpse Into the Future - Jamie Tartt x fem!PA reader

Masterlist

TW: cursing, suggestive talk

Y/N sat on the couch, curled up with a pillow resting against her stomach, idly rubbing small circles over the fabric of her hoodie. She was a few months along now, just far enough that the little bump was noticeable if you were really looking for it. It had been their little secret for a while—a sacred, quiet thing between her and Jamie. But now, it was getting harder to keep it quiet. She was feeling better after the rough first trimester, and the world would find out soon enough anyway.

Jamie, sprawled out beside her, twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers, looking at her with that stupid, lopsided grin she loved so much. "We should probably tell people soon, yeah?" he murmured.

Y/N exhaled, tilting her head to look at him. "Yeah. Keeley already knows, obviously. And Rebecca."

Jamie snorted. "Yeah, figured. They’re not exactly subtle."

Y/N smiled, shaking her head. "Nope."

They had told Keeley almost immediately, mostly because Y/N had needed someone to help her navigate the overwhelming realization that she was carrying Jamie’s baby. Rebecca found out shortly after when Y/N had run straight to her office after throwing up in the middle of a meeting with Jamie's sponsors. Rebecca had just stared at her for a moment before nodding knowingly and then immediately offering to have her doctor on call for anything Y/N might need.

Jamie ran a hand over his face, then turned his attention back to her. "So, how do you wanna do it? Like, a cute Instagram post? A party? Oh—" His eyes lit up, sitting up slightly. "What if we do one of those cool-ass videos? Like the ones where people kick a football and it bursts into pink or blue powder—"

Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Jamie."

"What?"

"We are not doing a gender reveal."

Jamie huffed. "Alright, fine. No powder footballs. But we should still make it fun, yeah?"

Y/N bit her lip, watching him. She could see the wheels turning in his head, the anticipation already building. "Do you already have an idea?"

Jamie smirked. "Maybe."

Y/N narrowed her eyes. "Jamie."

Jamie sat up fully now, bouncing slightly where he sat. "It's gonna be a biiiiig surprise. Do you trust me?"

Y/N opened her mouth, then shut it again. She had no idea why she was surprised. Of course, Jamie Tartt—the most theatrical, over-the-top man she had ever met—would want to announce their baby in the biggest way possible. So big that he couldn't even tell the mother of his child.

She groaned, but she couldn’t fight the small smile tugging at her lips. "Alright, I trust you. I just hope you didn't secretly film a sex tape of us conceiving the baby just to show it to everyone."

"Fuck no baby. If I had that tape, it would be just for me." He smirked.

The stadium was electric, the crowd roaring with excitement as AFC Richmond played against their fiercest rivals. It was a tight match, tension building with every pass, every tackle. The team had been pushing hard, and Jamie could feel it—a goal was coming.

Jamie Tartt was at his best today—agile, fierce, and determined to score. His sharp eyes darted over the field, his heart pounding in time with his feet as he set himself up for a perfect shot.

His whole body buzzed with adrenaline. His muscles were screaming, his lungs burning, but none of that mattered. He had to score.

And then—his moment came.

With a swift movement, Jamie struck the ball, sending it flying past the goalkeeper and into the back of the net. The stadium erupted into an explosion of noise—cheers, chants, and applause filled the air. But Jamie wasn’t done yet. He knew this moment was bigger than just the goal. It was his chance to make the biggest announcement of his life. Just like he planned...

Jamie barely even registered his teammates running toward him. He instead took the ball with him and ran toward the sideline, the roar of the crowd still ringing in his ears as he approached the TV cameras broadcasting the match. Jamie stopped, grinning like the cocky player he was, and with a mischievous wink, he slipped the ball under his shirt—just like a pregnant belly. Jamie wiggled his eyebrows, held the ball belly with one hand, and put his thumb in his mouth— like a baby.

Then he raised his arms, looking directly into the nearest camera, smiling proudly.

“Hey, world!” he shouted, his voice carrying through the stadium and into every broadcasted home. “I’m gonna be a dad!”

The commentators froze, their voices cutting off in surprise. The camera zoomed in on Jamie, now standing with the ball under his shirt, making it clear that this wasn’t just about his goal. This was about something much bigger.

“I’m gonna be a dad!” he repeated, his voice full of pride and excitement while pointing at the stands and mouthing 'I love you, baby.'—directly at Y/N. He smiled widely, winking at her before making a hand motion to form a heart with his hands.

The crowd went wild. The reporters, stunned at first, quickly began to speak over each other, trying to process what was happening.

Arlo: "Is Jamie Tartt really… announcing he’s going to be a father mid-game? This is huge! What a moment in football history! What do you think, Chris?"

Chris: "I’ve never seen anything like this before! It’s absolutely brilliant, and I have to say—what a goal and what an announcement. He’s got the world watching, and it’s like he’s bringing the world in on his personal joy."

Arlo: "Jamie Tartt, the man who’s been all about his career, is now sharing this personal milestone with us, and it’s making me tear up, honestly! The man’s a new dad-to-be, and I couldn’t be happier for him. The emotion, the commitment… it’s a whole new side to Jamie."

Meanwhile, Y/N was watching from the stands, her heart fluttering. She had no idea he was going to do this. The joy on her face was palpable—her eyes shining as she put her hand to her heart, still in disbelief at the love and excitement Jamie was sharing with the world.

As Jamie stood there, his hands on his hips in his usual cocky manner, the teammates ran towards him.

Dani Rojas was the first to reach him, practically jumping into his arms and nearly knocking him over.

"Congratulations, amigo!" Dani shouted, holding Jamie’s face and planting a big kiss on his cheek.

Isaac was next, shaking Jamie roughly by the shoulders. "Mate! You’re gonna have a kid! What the fuck?"

Then, one by one, the team members and even the coaches gathered around, pulling Jamie into a massive group hug.

Even Roy fucking Kent, the ever-grumpy captain-turned-coach, was grinning. He clapped a heavy hand on Jamie’s shoulder. "You better not fuck this up, Tartt."

"Not a chance, mate." Jamie, still catching his breath, just laughed.

“Oi, Roy, my kid still needs a grumpy old godfather, you in?” he said, trying to keep it cool.

"Fuck yes," Roy said all too quickly.

The crowd was still going wild, Y/N still looking completely overwhelmed in the stands. Keeley was with her, her hands on her hips, looking at Y/N with a proud smile. “I’m so proud of you, babes. And you know what? I’m gonna be the best godmother this kid’s ever had. I’ll start shopping for baby clothes ASAP.”

The whole stadium was still buzzing, with fans changing Jamie’s famous chant, the energy in the air almost tangible.

"BABY TARTT DU DU DUDU DUDU. BABY TARTT!!!!"

And it wasn’t just about the goal or the match anymore—it was about the future, about a family being built, about Jamie Tartt stepping into a new chapter of his life. And Jamie—well, Jamie had never felt happier in his entire fucking life.

The cheers and chants continued to echo through the stadium as Jamie, now standing with the rest of his team, couldn’t help but grin. He turned to look at Y/N in the stands, still waving at him, and gave her a small nod. He was ready for this. He was ready for fatherhood, ready for everything this new chapter would bring.

And as the game continued, with the team riding high on the momentum of his announcement, Jamie Tartt knew that nothing—absolutely nothing—could top this feeling. He had it all now. The family. The love. The future.

And when the final whistle blew, the first thing he did wasn’t celebrate the win—it was run straight to Y/N, take her in his arms, and kiss her with the passion of someone who was about to start the biggest adventure of their life.

The day was unforgettable. Jamie’s surprise announcement had everyone talking, but to him, it was only the beginning.

As the world watched, Jamie Tartt had just scored his biggest goal yet—and it wasn’t on the pitch.

Later that night, as they lay tangled together in bed, Jamie pressed a kiss to Y/N’s temple.

"You mad at me?" he murmured.

Y/N huffed a small laugh. "You’re a ridiculous man, Jamie Tartt."

"But?"

She turned slightly, looking up at him, her expression soft. "But I love you for it."

Jamie grinned. "Good. ‘Cause I love you, too. And I can’t fucking wait to meet this kid."

Y/N’s heart swelled. She rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes as he absentmindedly traced circles over her belly.

Jamie Tartt was going to be a dad.

And, honestly?

She couldn’t imagine anyone better for the job.

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PLEASE PLEASEEE could you do like unreciprocated love w touya i’d be so grateful 🙁🙁 maybs based off of the song chest pain by malcolm todd or promise by laufey either oneee! n i have no idea what format it could be so whatever you think fits best :)

this is actually my first time writing proper angst sooo IDK. i chose promise bc i know that song better which made it easier to write to. i think this was ok? I REALLY DONT KNOW but yeah. anyways, it’s post war period, rehabilitated touya au, mentions of death, reader is a little mean to touya but one could argue it’s justifiable (depends on perspective, idk im just the author yall). did a normal one shot format cus i can only do 10 images on mobile and i knew i wanted this to be a lot longer (it’s only 1.6k words but still). touya living with shoto canon cus i said so. use of the name dabi but only for metaphorical comparisons. gender neutral reader. hints to musician dabi (like one line). uhhh yeah i think that’s all, HOPE U LIKE

promise; touya todoroki

dabi was never a romantic.

the bubbling burnt feeling of hatred consumed him wholly and swallowed any other emotion - he was a vessel for hatred, for not only did he carry his own, but also his family’s who couldn’t express their own feelings toward endevour.

yet, touya found out he was.

after the war and a long rehabilitation process, he had realised there are other things to life, hatred was not the only emotion in sight, it was not the only emotion he deserved.

so when touya found out that he had feelings for you, the only friend he had ever made by himself after the war that didn’t have any villainous intent, he had been terrified.

he couldn’t explain it at first, why his heart would leap when speaking to you, or why he tried to hard to impress you when you both went to the gym, or even why he had made a song about you and all the lyrics sounded oddly romantic.

then, when even his socially inept brother could tell that he had some form of feelings for you, it finally clicked.

so then, he made a promise, to distance himself until these childish feelings resolved themselves.

touya didn’t deserve to love or be loved, not after all the destruction he caused or all the suffering he made others feel - even his own family.

for 16 days, he avoided you like the plague. airing your calls and texts, avoiding you at work (which was damn near impossible) and when he did have to talk to you, he kept it short and sweet, even then, his palms got sweaty and his smile would grow double its size when you were around.

but, at some point, he broke his promise.

he didn’t exactly understand why he did, he just saw someone that looked like you when he was walking home from work and decided that enough was enough.

shoto had hyped him up, telling him that this was going to be fine, you had to have want him as well after everything, or at least you would give him a chance.

touya’s confidence was built, he knew what he was going to do, he was going to ask you out.

on call though, he was still a shy little boy on the inside of it all.

leading for him and shoto to be sat on the kitchen island seats across from one another, calling your number while putting you on speaker.

“touya! oh my goodness, here i thought you were going to end our friendship! what’s going on, why have you been ignoring me?” your sweet voice rang through, it felt like he could see your small cute pout as you said that, hand on hip attempting to look serious.

“i would never, i’m sad you would think that.” touya chuckled.

“yeah well, ignoring me for 16 days is really something, you know?!” you laughed.

“my deepest apologies, you can burn me at the stake if you truly want to.” touya responded smugly.

“i would but that seems like it would turn you on.” you scoffed, he laughed in response.

“alright then, but you won’t get to know why i called you.” touya sighed playfully.

“do tell oh great touya takamani!” you said with faux respect.

that was the last name he told you, the one the government gave to him. they allowed him to keep his first name since not many people remembered him at touya anyways, as well as to allow him to keep at least some part of his identity.

“listen, you’re like really stupid sometimes, and it gets me angry sometimes. you talk way too much and you love spoiling movies for me.” touya stated.

shoto looked at him confusingly, touya flinched as he realised he was just insulting you and you were remaining silent.

“wait- i- ugh, i didn’t meant it like that. i had this whole other part to it but…” touya stammered.

“it’s ok, i know you didn’t mean it. you’re terrible at talking about your feelings but, i’ll be patient with you, i always will be.” you said calmly.

shoto looked at touya shockingly, he had met you once or twice and understood… the physical attraction to it. but hearing you talk to his brother in such a fashion made him realise where touya’s love for you come from.

touya’s own heart fluttered tremendously at that, you were always paitent with him. even now when he has ignored you for over two weeks and you never shouted or screamed, you just, waited.

“i just mean that, those traits are things i don’t even hate. i love them, and you, i love it all.” touya blurted out, his legs bouncing with anticipation while shoto gave a thumbs up.

“aw, you’re so sweet! i love you too, touya!” you responded.

“no, i mean it as though, i love you… romantically. i want to go on dates with you and take you to your favourite places and think of a future with you. in fact, i don’t even care what we do, i just want to be near you while we do those things. i.. don’t exactly understand how these things go, ive never been in a relationship or have seen a successful one other than my brother’s friends but even then i don’t really see them. i’m willing to try, as long as im yours, im willing to do anything you want me to.” touya had explained, his gruff voice softening out as he spoke.

as he spoke, it felt like you could see the starts twinkle in his eye, the ones that only show themselves when he looks at you with that look. full of love and hope, with his heart raw and beating on his sleeve. yeah, you could imagine it vividly.

and you hated it.

you hated how you can see him gazing in his house dreaming of a future with you, or how you can imagine his blushing while thinking of you, or those moments in work where his eyes are stuck on his figure and you pretend to not acknowledge it.

because you did not want him to think of you that way, you never desired to be his and you never held out hope of you two being together past friendship.

and you didn’t care if that hurt him.

“touya, i hope you’re not serious.” you laughed pitifully.

shoto and touya froze.

“i-i am?” touya responded slowly, as though he knew what was coming. he was in the danger zone and the alarm bells with ringing violently as he pretended that they were just precautionary measures.

“i know that you’re dabi.” was all you said in response.

touya’s eyes widened, his breathing quickened and his hand ran through his white messy hair.

“you do? damn i was-“

“don’t play this off as a joke. listen, i didn’t care that much when i first learned a couple months ago. i valued our friendship despite your past, but expecting a relationship between us is downright delusional. even if i were to give you a chance, it would never last. that war you started because of your own daddy issues caused a lot of my families death and financial issues, i can respect the change in behaviour and i don’t mind keeping you as a friend but i could never love a villain.” the sting of your venomous words seeped into touya’s bloodstream and stopped the rhythmic beat of his heart.

he felt dizzy and lost, he heard you speak again but it became a blur as his vision started to blur from the sting of tears the bullied its way out of his eyes.

touya was angry, sad, heartbroken and anything else under the sun. worst of all? he couldn’t even blame you. you were well within your right to reject him for that reason and he hated that.

the familiar bubbling started to boil in his gut again, his default emotion to any bad situation that was all consuming and ever so comforting in its perverse ways.

it was like a hug from his father, Lord knows that he never received that when he was younger much but the one time he did, the one time affection was shown to him, it felt like this. touya felt like everything he ever despised, all the darkness within his enveloped him within its grasp.

it was reliable, trustworthy and never lied him.

love wasn’t, it was sickening and tight on the heart. it was faulty and pretended to be there for you in times of need, but, like everything in life, was just a trick that got him vulnerable enough to make him tick.

touya finally locked back into reality, realising now that shoto and you were arguing. he has never seen his stoic brother that angry, but he didn’t know why. why would he defend the very villain that ruined his childhood? dabi was the very thing he seeked to destroy and it’s not like dabi and touya were that seperate.

touya was just dabi with a false sense of security.

“it’s fine, honestly. sorry for bothering you y/n, hang up sho’” touya suddenly spoke.

shoto hung up the phone quickly, placing it down as he looked at his brothers eyes. once full of life, stars and love looking exactly like it did eight years ago.

“are you-“

“i’m fine.” no he wasn’t, of course touya wasn’t, but what more could he do.

he shouldn’t have broken his promise, he should’ve stayed away and listened to dabi - the anti romantic voice in his head telling him to stay away.

because now touya realised now more than ever, that while it hurts be something, it was worse to be nothing with you.

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