#so then i put the bandaid back on and went & cleaned it off

[bittybeanscafe]

Oh, They’re So Weird (☉-⚆)

“You recently got laid off of your job. Thankfully, you found an ad on Craigslist that paid quite a bit for you to just housesit! 🍩”

DAY TWO

Previous Day -> Next Day

Contains: Curt and Rod, The Hanks, Farya, Miranda, Kopi, Chairemi, and Mac

🍰 Café Menu 🍰

The sun hit your face like a judgmental slap.

You groaned, turning over with a squint. The curtains were wide open, sunlight pouring into the room like it had something to prove. You definitely remembered closing them last night. In fact, you even did a double take before bed.

Now? Fully open. Like someone had reached in and yanked them apart with dramatic flair.

You sat up slowly. “Okay. That’s weird.”

Above you, the curtain rod gave the softest metallic creak, like it had just finished laughing.

“Finally,” Rod sighed. “I thought we’d have to dump water on them.”

“Oh please,” Curt replied. “They needed the sun. Their under-eye bags had under-eye bags.”

“I’m window dressing, not a miracle worker.”

You ignored the growing suspicion that the curtains were developing a personality and stumbled to your bag to unpack a few things. The wardrobe opened with a cozy creak, revealing several rows of neat wooden hangers.

You grabbed one without looking, and… CRACK

One slipped from your hand and hit the floor. You knelt to pick it up, and froze.

The hanger had split down the shoulder. Clean break. One side barely hanging on.

You knelt down, frowning. “Damn. Sorry, dude…”

It was just a hanger. You knew that. But it felt like more than that. Maybe it was the weird owner. Maybe it was the quiet stillness of the wardrobe. Maybe it was the look of the other hangers, now swaying ever so gently, like they were watching.

You grabbed the first-aid kit that you moved upstairs to make yourself feel better and carefully bandaged the crack, one small beige bandaid, then some tape. You aligned the pieces with care, not rushing it. When it was done, you held the mended hanger in your hands for a moment, then smiled faintly.

“There,” you whispered. “Not perfect. But you’re still good.”

You hung the hanger gently back on the rod, giving it a little pat like you were saying welcome back.

The wardrobe went still.

But inside that quiet world, just beyond your reach, the Hanks stirred.

Hank 5 shifted closer, pressing his smooth edge gently against Hank 2’s side. “You’re alright, brother. You’re home.”

“Does it hurt?” whispered Hank 1, nudging the edge of the tape.

Hank 2 blinked, the warmth of the bandaid still fresh against his splintered frame. “No… it’s okay. They fixed me. They saw me.”

The other hangers closed in, swaying side to side like a gentle group hug. The rod above them creaked as if lowering its shoulders to cradle them all.

“We’ve got you now,” murmured Hank 3. “No one’s tossing anyone out of this family.”

From the nearby window, Curt and Rod had paused their usual commentary.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Curt said, a bit quieter than usual.

“They fixed Hank 2.”

“And didn’t even call him ‘cheap trash’ like that last sitter.”

“…Maybe this one isn’t the worst.”

Upstairs, tucked in the drawer you just put her in with gauze and love, Farya the first-aid kit felt it ripple through the house like warmth in the walls. She had barely even been touched, and yet, her purpose had been honored. Quiet compassion. Careful hands. Seeing what needed fixing and doing it without being asked.

“They’re one of us,” she thought.

And just like that, the house loved them a little more.

You stretched your arms overhead with a yawn, still thinking about the hanger as you padded downstairs barefoot. The house was quiet except for the soft tick of the kitchen clock and the distant drum of rain dripping from the gutters outside.

You made it to the kitchen, opened a cabinet, and stared at the stove.

Too early. Too tired. Too much effort.

You rubbed your eyes. “Yeah, no. Just toast today.”

You popped two slices of bread into the toaster sitting peacefully on the counter, bright red and retro-looking, with shiny silver buttons that gleamed under the morning light. She had a little dial that you didn’t touch, because it already seemed… right somehow. You pressed the lever down and stepped back.

The coffee machine stood in its usual spot: sleek and silent like it had been waiting.

“Alright, alright,” you muttered, grinning as you turned it on. “Let’s see what you’ve got today.”

It whirred to life again, warm and purposeful. The scent of fresh coffee filled the kitchen almost immediately: strong, creamy, with that perfect, sweet richness that made you sigh in relief. The kind of smell that made a bad day feel like a fresh start.

Click.

The toast popped up, golden, perfectly warm, exactly the crispiness you liked without being burnt.

But more than that… there was a heart.

Not drawn. Burned in.

A soft, round heart seared gently onto the surface of the toast like it belonged there.

You blinked. Picked up the slice and tilted it in the light.

“…How?”

You hadn’t touched the dial. Hadn’t set anything fancy. But there it was, right in the center.

Unseen to you, Miranda smirked to herself. “What, like I was gonna let them start the day without a little love?”

At the counter, your coffee finished brewing, this time with a leaf pattern etched into the foam. Not the same as yesterday. Different. Thoughtful. Specific.

You held both the toast and mug in your hands and smiled down at them.

“…Thank you,” you said softly, to no one in particular.

But two kitchen hearts beamed in return.

Kopi gave a quiet hum of pride.

Miranda clicked her heating coils once, just to show off.

You munched your toast on the way to the office down the hall, mug warm in your hand, heart still full from the gentlest, strangest morning you’d had in a long time.

Somewhere behind you, the kitchen glowed with quiet pride.

The office was tucked near the back of the house, down a quiet hallway with wood that amplified your footsteps. You hadn’t explored this part yesterday, too busy resetting fuses and bonding with broken hangers.

The door was slightly ajar, like someone had left it open just for you.

You stepped in slowly.

It was small, but cozy. Dark walls. Two windows letting in a soft wash of morning light. A smooth desk that looked like it’d been polished just this morning. A computer sat front and center, silent and gleaming like a well-fed cat.

You lowered yourself into the desk chair and immediately stilled.

“…Huh.”

It was comfortable. Weirdly comfortable. The kind of comfort that knew your posture better than you did. The cushion hugged your hips and back like it had been molded just for you. You sank into it, tension slipping from your shoulders.

You stared at the desk and murmured, “Okay. You’re definitely all haunted.”

The chair made a soft creak beneath you, like a it was laughing.

You wiggled the mouse and the screen lit up, a soft digital glow humming to life. Then, a message:

Software update available.

You groaned. “What the hell. Fine.”

You clicked “Update,” expecting the usual sluggish chaos: endless restarts, spinning wheels, a half-hour of waiting and maybe a crash or two for good measure.

But instead?

The screen flickered for a few seconds. A smooth, quiet restart. Then… done.

Just like that.

No errors. No lag. No crashes. It even booted up faster.

You blinked at the screen. A familiar document was already open.

Your project.

The one you’d been meaning to work on, the one that sat half-finished in your inbox for weeks, collecting dust.

Only… it wasn’t half-finished anymore.

It was done. Edited. Organized. Perfect.

You scrolled in stunned silence. Every file in place. Every sentence cleaned up. Graphs, images, titles, transitions, all lined up neatly like someone had reached into your brain and said “Let me take care of that for you.”

You leaned back slowly, heart thudding.

“…I didn’t… do this.”

Somewhere beneath your fingertips, Mac buzzed softly with pride.

They didn’t need thanks. They just liked being helpful.

“Took someone long enough to update me,” they thought with a soft, content pulse. *“I’ve been waiting for this since forever!”

The chair shifted gently beneath you, a quiet little bounce of support. The desk stayed solid and warm against your arms. You felt… safe. Cared for.

And just a little unnerved.

But you smiled anyway.

“…Thanks, I guess,” you whispered.

The screen glowed just a little brighter in response.

The rest of the day passed in a gentle blur.

You explored more of the house, moving through halls that seemed to stretch and contract depending on how curious you felt. Every door you opened led to something charming: a weight room that somehow felt more like a gym then any gym you’ve ever been to, and snacks, fresh, plated, waiting, left on counters and tables like someone knew exactly when you'd feel hungry.

You didn’t question it too much.

You didn’t want to ruin it.

The couch in the living room was your next conquest, a giant piece that hugged your whole body like a weighted blanket and a therapist all in one. You swore you’d just close your eyes for a second. When you opened them again, two hours had passed, and you’d drooled on the pillow. Just a little.

You muttered a soft “sorry” into the couch cushion, and the cushion somehow fluffed itself back into shape.

It was the most cared-for you’d felt in weeks.

But now, the sky outside the windows had turned dusky purple, the rain long gone and replaced by stars peeking through the clouds. The house had grown quiet again, not empty, just… restful. Like it was winding down with you.

You climbed the stairs slowly, passing the quiet kitchen, the humming hallway, the soft creak of the office door gently swinging shut on its own.

The bedroom was just as you’d left it, only the bed looked a little more inviting now. The blanket folded down slightly. The pillow plumped. It was like it missed you.

You smiled to yourself, crawling in and tugging the covers up.

“…Goodnight, everyone,” you said softly to the room. “Thanks for today.”

No one answered. But the air around you felt warm. Safe.

Curt and Rod shifted in their mounts above the window, just enough to adjust the curtain for the moonlight.

The Hanks rested quietly in their wardrobe, Hank 2 wrapped gently between his brothers.

And downstairs, the heart of the house sighed in unison.

You didn’t see the smile forming in the lightbulb above you.

Or the content twitch in the toaster’s dial.

Or the faint glow in the bandaid on Hank 2’s side.

But they saw you.

And in their quiet, unseen world, they whispered back:

“Goodnight.”

And you slept soundly once more.

Tags: @nightlark100 @stinkyboyfaliure

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[im-sleepdeprived]

can you do one where peter gets hurt a little bit and gets all whiny and crap and the reader is trying so hard to stay focused. LOVE YOUR STORIES BRO!!!!!

I LOVE THIS IDEA !!! it’s definitely such a peter thing to do. here’s a short, cutesy little thing, i hope you like it and im sorry it took me so long to get back to you💞✨ !! warnings are just peter being a big whiny baby whose desperate for affection, small mentions of injuries, 1,3k wc <333

“Ow!”

“Peter, be quiet! Stop whining, I’m almost done.”

“I’m in pain, baby,” he whined. 

It hadn’t been a surprise to be disturbed by a knock on your window, Peter usually stopped by after patrol which was why you’d started leaving it open for him. But when he hadn’t slid the window open after those few soft taps, you’d gotten a little worried. 

So you’d gotten out of bed to open for him, only to find your boyfriend perched before you, mask off, pouting heavily at you. 

Of course, you’d helped him in and gotten him laying across your bed so you could start to clean him up. You’d started keeping a first-aid-kit at hand since you’d found out he was Spider-Man. It had been of great use. 

But it hadn’t taken you long to realize that his wounds, as far as his usual patrol wounds went, weren’t bad. Not at all. In fact, you were positive that he could’ve gone home, slept the rest of the night, and woken up good as new as if nothing had happened in the first place. Maybe your boyfriend had forgotten that he had super-healing abilities. 

Or maybe he just liked the way you babied him.

“Oh, are you now?” You asked, glancing up at him with a raised brow. There was really nothing for you to do other than wipe the few cuts and scratches with antiseptic and place small bandaids over them. He just enjoyed pestering you.

“Yes,” he said so seriously, you almost laughed. This Peter was a stark contrast to actually-injured-Peter, who would do everything he could to assure you he was fine when he was literally bleeding out before your eyes. You didn’t like that. At least this was funny. 

“Petey, baby,” you laughed softly, adjusting a small bandaid on the high of his cheekbone where he’d had a small scrape. “You’re actually pretty put together tonight. Must’ve been a pretty quiet night, hm?”

“No,” he sighed dramatically, grabbing the wrist by his face gently, keeping you close to him. “No, it was horrible sweetheart, I’m gonna need extra care tonight. You know, to help the trauma.”

Shaking with laughter, you leaned in and pecked his cheek, right beside the cut you’d just bandaged. “The ‘trauma’, Petey? Really?”

A large, dopey grin broke over his face as you pecked his cheek and he squeezed you wrist a little. “There. That’s perfect, such a big help sweetheart, you have no idea what you do for me. You make the pain bearable, pretty girl.” 

You rolled your eyes affectionately, pressing another kiss to his cheek. “There, all better?” You asked him as you pulled away where you were met with a scowl.

“Y/N, honey, I’m suffering! I’m knocking on death’s door, angel! Give me something!”

You absolutely lost it at that, falling back onto the bed in a fit of giggles. “I can’t help you when all you do is whine!” When you opened your eyes, Peter was hovering over you, trying to keep his little facade of being upset and in pain, which was fruitless with the large smile blooming on his lips.

“You’re so mean, you know that?”

“Oh really? I’m the mean one?”

“Yes! You just found out your boyfriend, the love of your life, your future husband, the father of your future children—”

“What?!”

“—is dying, and what do you do? You laugh!!”

Another laugh escaped you, this time the sound infecting Peter as well. “I-if you’re dying, doesn’t that mean you won’t be my husband or the ‘father of my future children?” You manage out between laughs.

Peter gasped offendedly. “I…I…” he tried to defend himself to no avail. You’d caught him. 

You laughed even harder. “It’s okay, Petey. I’ll tell my future children all about you.”

He didn’t seem to like that very much. In one swift motion, his hands were on your hips, picking you up as he laid back on the bed again, his back pressed against the headboard before he plopped you down onto his lap.

“Oh hi,” you grinned at him, loosely looping your arms over his shoulders, his own hands coming to rest on your waist.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he murmured, his eyes soft and loving as he looked up at you.

Leaning down, you pressed your forehead against his. Peter’s hands tightened on your waist, tugging you closer till your chest was pressed against his. 

“I have another wound you haven’t patched up for me yet.” He spoke softly. 

“Yeah?” You asked, fully expecting him to be playing a bit, the smile already starting to tug at the corners of your lips. “Where, sweetie?”

He smiled right back at you, sticking his hand between where your chests were pressed together and pressing on the spider emblem on the center of his suit, making the fabric deflate with a soft breath and flood around him.

Pushing the suit away for him, you noticed a scratch on his chest you hadn’t realized was there before, making you frown. It wasn’t deep and it wasn’t bleeding, but it was long and a harsh shade of red, the skin around it tinged pink with irritation, and it definitely could’ve used a cleaning. 

“Petey, baby, why didn’t you show me this before?” You asked softly, shifting in his lap as you leaned over to grab the kit again. 

Peter sighed, biting back a smile. This was exactly what he’d needed, that soft, gentle voice of yours you used on him whenever he stopped by bruised and banged up. “Why, you think it’s bad sweetheart?”

“No, no, thank god…” you muttered as you got to work on the scratch. “But I bet it burns. Does it hurt, honey?”

“Yeah,” he answered, letting out a soft groan for show as he leaned further back against your headboard. One of his hands left your waist and found it’s way to your hair, playing with the strands and giving one a gentle tug every now and them. 

“Peter,” you grumble, refusing to look up at him.

“Your hair is so soft.” He murmured in awe, as if he’d never seen anything like it before. 

“Genetics.” You deadpanned. “Now stop distracting me, I’m trying to help you!”

“You are helping me, pretty girl. Just watching that gorgeous face while you bandage me up is doing half the healing already.” Another tug to your hair. 

You swatted his hand away before poking his side with a soft smile. “No bandages for this one, sorry Pete. I’m just gonna have to heal you with kisses.”

“That sounds great,” he beamed widely. “Your kisses make me heal way faster than bandages, trust me, I speak from experience.”

Ignoring him, you leaned down and peppered a few soft kisses along his chest, staying beside the cut but never kissing the wound itself. You could feel his breathing stutter, the rhythmic movements of his chest turning irregular beneath your lips. 

Peter hands on your waist tightened, his grip pushing you down on his lap. “Baby…” his voice was a soft, desperate thing, a deepness in his tone that made your stomach flip. Well that wasn’t right. 

You sat back up, picking up a leg to swing over and slide off his lap but his hands on your waist slid down to your thighs quickly, stopping you.

“What’re you doing, pretty girl?” The utter betrayal on his face almost had you second-guessing what you’d done for something way worse. “Why’d you stop?”

“You’re hurt, Petey,” you answered simply, “we’re not doing anything tonight.”

“W-what? I’m not hurt, no, I’m fine! I’m perfect!”

“Really? I thought you were at death’s door.”

“Oh that…Yeah, no, he sent me away. Said it wasn’t my time.”

“Right, of course,” you murmured, nodding your head with all seriousness.

“Your kisses were working,” he stated sincerely, “you have to keep going!”

“Whatever you say, handsome.” You smiled, leaning in to press your lips to his. 

[queenofstresss]

Everyone needs help sometimes | Leon S. Kennedy

Pairing: Leon Kennedy/female reader

Word count: 3,3k

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, smut but sweet as well, Leon is a horny sweetheart, unprotected sex, p in v, oral! f receiving, sub!Leon is you squint, dom!reader if you squint?, slight overstim, a scene with a certain loofa later, let me know if I missed any

a/n: this is probably all over the place lol, reader is not ashley. Proofread a few times but sorry for any mistakes that might be there. Just thought about this the other night and I had to try and whip up something for my man. Enjoy💜 cr. to who ever made the headers.

After escaping the Los Illuminados, Leon booked you guys a motel room. You both needed to shower badly, not that you couldn’t take one when you got home, but the jet ski you escaped with ran out of gas so this was more convenient.

The look on the receptionists face as she handed you the key, was horrified. You took the key and left to find your room number amongst the others. After fitting the key through the hole, Leon pushed the door open.

‘’You wanna take a shower first?’’ he asked politely as he took his shoes off.

‘’No, you can go first. I think you’ve earned it more than me.’’ you smiled at him. He thanks you and then disappears into the bathroom. You look around the room. There’s one double bed and one single bed. You sit on the latter and let out a sigh.

What a day its been. You think about what you both had to get through to get out of there when you hear painful groaning behind the bathroom door. You gently approach the door and knock on it. ‘’Leon, you okay?’’

‘’Yeah,’’ he groans again but tries to cover it. You try the handle and notice it’s not locked so you open it fully. Leon is shirtless in front of the mirror, trying to see his back. You watch his muscles flex as he breathes. There’s a nasty wound on the center of his shoulder blades.

‘’Let me clean that for you, it looks pretty gnarly.’’ you take some antiseptic spray and some cotton swabs from the first aid kit Leon had already pulled out.

‘’I can do th-,’’ he starts to protest, but you stop him.

‘’You can’t even reach it.’’ he sighs in defeat. ‘’and I want to help Leon,’’ you spray the wound and he winces. ‘’sorry if it stings, but it needs to be cleaned properly.’’ you say apologetically as you pat the sore spot with the swab. Once the wound is clean, you throw away the used swabs.

‘’Thank you,’’ Leon spoke quietly, like he was defeated. You caress his back near the wound softly. He sudders and you take your hand away.

‘’At least it’s not bleeding anymore. But probably better if you take a shower, before I put a bandaid on there.’’ He nods and turns to the shower, but doesn’t turn it on. ‘’Leon?’’ you ask again, being a little concerned. He says he’s fine but you can sense that some things are really bothering him. You close the door as you leave, giving him privacy.

--

After a while you still don’t hear water running and you get more worried. You knock on the door again, but there’s no answer. You try the handle again and open the door to find him sitting on the floor. You rush to his side, kneeling as you take his hand in yours. He breaks his stare to the void and looks at you.

‘’Do you need help?’’ you ask sympathetically. He takes support from the tub and lets go of you.

‘’No, I’m fine, just a bit exhausted from today,’’ he rubbed his neck, ‘’I’ll be quick now so you can shower too.’’ You didn’t listen to him and decided you should help. You went to plug the tub and open the tab to let it fill. He stood there watching you. You smiled as you went to close the door and then stopping before him.

‘’You need to take your pants off.’’ you told him. He snapped awake, looking down. As you waited the tub to fill, you collected the first aid equipment together that had been spread on the couter. When the tub was full enough so you closed the tab, squeezing some soap in there from one of the bottles on the shelf. You turned around and saw Leon sitting on the toilet seat. You kneeled again to help, taking a hold of his pant legs and pulling them away.

‘’You really don’t need to do that,’’ Leon’s voice broke out like he was embarrased. You smiled softly.

‘’It doesn’t make you any less of a man if you ask for help,’’ you folded his pants next to the toilet. ‘’or if you take the help you’re offered.’’ He huffed a little, like not believing what you said. You’ve sensed that Leon was the kind of man who had to do everything alone, like no one could or should help him. That he needs to survive everything on his own. Which is so not true. Everyone needs help sometimes and it’s okay. You told him to get to the tub as you turned away so he could strip all the way.

‘’Ohhh, didn’t realize I was this sore.’’ he hissed as he lowered his aching body into the water. You hummed agreeing as you took a loofa amongst the shower bottles and dipped it into the tub. You raised the wet loofa above his head and squeezed. Leon tensed and moved away slightly, looking back at you.

‘’It’s okay Leon, try to relax.’’ you softly spoke as you wetted the loofa again, raising it to him. He leaned back to the edge of the tub, back facing you, closing his eyes. He decided to trust you, which made you smile. You squeeze the water on his head again, before taking some shampoo in your hands.

The loofa now floating on the water surface. You gently put your hands on his wet hair, rubbing slowly. You hear him sigh contently. You massaged his scalp in circles, trying to relief any tension. His eyes are closed still, just basking in the feeling. ‘’I’m going to rinse now, if that’s okay?’’ you half whisper ask. He hums and nods.

After rinsing, you grab the loofa again and bring it to his shoulders, rubbing them. Your other hand resting on his other shoulder. Leon keeps humming softly and you ask, ‘’does this feel good?’’

‘’Yeah it feels nice,’’ he pauses a bit but continues, ‘’nice that someone is touching my body for some other purpose than trying to kill me.’’ he confesses. This makes you smile as you rub circles on his arms and back. You’re thinking of ways you could be touching his body, so you forget to actually answer him. ‘’oh I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said it like that,’’

You bring the loofa to his chest, rubbing it across his pecs. This made him look at you as his face fell backwards. His face was so close to yours, you could’ve easily kissed him. You wanted to, but held yourself back as you continued to wash his body.

‘’It’s okay Leon, I’m glad you like it.’’ was all you said instead. For a moment, he seemed to let go and truly enjoy this. His breathing got little heavier, making you test the limits. Your hand traced his abs, going down as your other took a hold of his hair. You were about to lower your lips to his neck, but he yanked himself away from you before you could do that. You were taken aback, feeling bad he’d move so suddenly and quickly off of your embrace.

‘’I can take it from here thank you.’’ he cleared his throat, taking the loofa from your fingers. You didn’t wanna upset him so you stood up and just went to the other room, closing the door behind you. Sitting on the bed you tried to think about what was wrong with Leon. Why’d he change so suddenly.

In the bathroom Leon was blushing from your touch. He hadn’t felt a womans touch in a long time and yours was extremely gentle. Which made him feel all types of ways, but he shouldn’t feel any type of way. The way your hand softly grazed the flesh of his abs, sent the blood rushing to his member.

He could feel it harden as your touch got lower and as your other hand grabbed his hair. He was a goner. He had to put an end to this, before it really began. He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable just cos he hadn’t gotten laid in a while.

As you closed the door, he tried to ignore his aching dick, but his thoughts were making it very difficult. He stood up, pulling the plug with him. He’d be done soon anyway. The slightly cooler air above the water hit his cock, making it twitch a bit. Leon turned on the shower as soon as all the water was drained.

His hands brought the loofa under the waterfall, rinsing it, then tracing it across his body a few times. As it touched his dick, it made him bite his lip so you wouldn’t hear anything. He wrapped the loofa around the shaft, jerking it up and down. Fuck this felt good. Just few more movements from his hand at the thought of you, makes his cum ooze on the loofa. He evens his breathing before rinsing himself once more and shutting everything off.

You stand up as Leon emerges from the steamy bathroom. The water droplets on his chest make you tingle in places. He walks to the double bed, sitting his back towards you and mumbles that the shower is free. You make your way to the shower and close the door. You don’t take too much time. You wanna figure out if something is bothering Leon. You decide to use the same loofa that you used cleaning his body. Maybe not the cleanest option but you didn���t care. And little did you know what he did with it.

After you were done, you wrapped yourself in a towel and opened the door only to find Leon still sitting on the bed at the exact same spot. You remembered to take some bandaids from the first aid kit, before you sway closer to Leon.

‘’Hey,’’ you started and he flinched, ‘’we should cover the wound now,’’ you continued in a whisper.

‘’Oh, yeah, sure.’’ his voice unsure. You rise to the bed, kneeling behind him as you figure out how to cover it. As soon as you place it, you let your fingers trace the glue surface against his skin a bit longer than needed. He doesn’t pull away. Your fingers trace his other back muscles caringly. He lets out a sigh that’s almost like a moan. You lean a bit closer to him, letting your towel hit his back.

Your eyes wander around his body and see that his eyes are closed again and his towel is bulging. And then it clicks. He got a boner when you touched him before. This made you smirk and let go of any doubt. You knew he wanted this too. Your hands slid down his chest to his abs as you took the same position as before. Lacing your fingers through his hair and pulling his head back, made him groan.

‘’Can I help?’’ your voice sultry as your fingers fidgeted with the hem of his towel. Leon nodded quickly, deciding to give in while biting his lip. His chest heaved with anticipation as his hands took a hold of the mattress edge. You let his towel open up and fall to the sides. His cock stood proudly between his thick thighs. He’s quite big, you thought as you admired his length.

‘’I probably won’t last long,’’ he admitted quietly as he turned his head away. You took this opprtunity to place a kiss on his neck. He hissed at the contact, squeezing harder on the mattress.

‘’It’s okay, let me just make you feel good.’’ You let go of him and went to lean against the headboard, patting the place between your legs. Leon’s eyes lit up when he looks your way, seeing you let the towel pool around your hips. He places himself half sideways between your inviting thighs. Your smile makes his heart race faster in his chest.

You tip toe your fingers closer to his member, teasing him a bit before taking him into your palm. Leon inhales sharply, sneaking his hand behind your body to squeeze your opposite hip. You moan at his rough touch which makes him moan too. You jerk just the tip in your hand first, making him squirm.

Oh this man is way overdue.

Then you take your time to stroke his whole length slowly. His chest rises and falls quickly, trying to contain himself. Your hand picks up speed gradually, milking groan after groan from his luscious lips. ‘’does that feel good, Leon?’’ you breath against his ear.

‘’Yes, so good,’’ he whines as his hand squeezes your hip again. You quicken your pace on his tip, precum slickening the whole process, making it easier. The squelching sound made your pussy leak too. ‘’I’m close,’’ he mumbled into the air.

‘’I want you to cum for me Leon,’’ you tell him and with that he shoots rope after rope of cum on his stomach and your hand. His head falls back and he groans, trashing his hips upwards.

‘’Fuuuck it feels too good, please,’’ he moaned as you kept pumping his cum from his cock. ‘’it’s too sensitive, please stop.’’ You let go of his cock, chuckling a little but it turned into a yelp as he just turned around, lifting you to your knees and crashing his lips to your own.

You moaned into the kiss as you felt his body against yours, his cum sticking you together. His hands flew to your neck bending your head to his liking, plunging his hot tongue into your mouth. You gave him access instantly, smiling into the kiss as you felt his dick poking your thigh. As he pulled away, his strong hands lifted you up against the wall,

‘’Leoon!’’ you yelled as he put your other leg on his shoulder and then placing his hands on your butt, keeping you upright.

‘’My turn,’’ he breathes against your thigh as he peppers kisses on it, getting closer to your heat. Then his lips are suddenly on it. Just kissing the lips. It made you blush at how sweet he was. Soon enough his tongue comes out to play and he licks up your slit, making you gasp. ‘’you’re soaking wet baby,’’ he says before devouring your wetness.

‘’Ungh, Leo-onn,’’ you gasped as his tongue hit the right spot inside, making you grind your hips against his face. His nose hit your clit, letting more sweet sounds fall from your open lips. Leons rough palms grope your ass as he tries to keep you from falling over. This position could have been chosen better but you looked so hot like this so he didn’t mind. He moved his tongue in and out of you before he started to suck your clit, making you tense in his hands.

‘’Mmm, you taste so good baby,’’ he mumbled into you, fueling your feelings. Your body started to shake as you clenched around nothing.

‘’Fuck, Leon don’t stop, your tongue feels so good, please.’’ you begged. You didn’t know what, cos you knew he would make you cum. He wasn’t the kind of man to leave you hanging. Few tongue thrusts and clit sucks later you were screaming his name louder than before as he had you cumming hard. He let you enjoy the aftermath a little, before he lowered you onto his lap. His tip grazing your sensitive nub, making you whimper as you tried to grind against him.

Leon cupped your face and pulled you into a soft kiss. Slowly making out with you and letting your breathing calm down. You pulled away, smiling at him as you still grinded against his dick. He leaned back on the bed, on his hands, letting you have the lead. You took his cock in your hand again, stroking it a bit before lining him at your folds.

‘’Fuck baby,’’ he bit his lip, groaning as soon as his tip was inside you. You sink all the way down and start to sway your hips back and forth rapidly. Whining as his cock hits your cervix. ‘’your pussy feels amazing,’’ He lets you do the work for now and get what you want. He loved the way your boobs bounced as his eyes bounced along with them.

A groan escapes his throat as he leans forward to take your other nipple into his mouth. His hands sneaks behind you as well, hugging you against him. Your hips start to lose their momentum, trying to keep up with your need, but failing.

‘’Leon, I-I can’t anymore,’’ you say out of breath, stopping your hips. Leon’s hands grab your hips, helping you move on him. He lets go of your nipple and flips you two around as he lowers himself to kiss you. The kiss is sweet and gentle.

‘’I got you,’’ he mumbles to your lips and eases himself into your warm folds again. After a few test thrusts, he hoists your ass off the bed and pistons into you with full speed. You scream at the force, throwing your hands on his, clawing him. He’s pulling you towards him like crazy, moaning and groaning loudly as well. ‘’shit, you’re taking me so well baby.’’ You love that he's vocal.

‘’Leon, I’m cumm-INGG!!‘’ you screamed the last half as your orgasm took over you. Your body squirmed at his embrace, convulsing from the intense pleasure again. You tried to back up from his thrusts, but he kept you locked in with him. You let him chase his own high. After a few seconds he let your hips fall to the bed and slowed his rhythm a little. He leaned to your neck, kissing it sloppily as his thrusts were becoming irregular.

‘’Where to you want me to cum? I’m getting so close,’’ he nibbled your neck. You touched his sides,

‘’Wherever you want, I just want your cum, please,’’ you begged. Again. You didn’t know what. With those words he pulled out and started to jerk his dick over your stomach. White ropes shot out of his tip as he rode out his high, groaning. He huffed above you before he collapsed on the bed,

‘’You can’t say things like that,’’

‘’Is that not where you wanted to cum?’’ you teased him. He laid his head to the side to look at your face,

‘’No, I would’ve -,’’ he didn’t know if he should finish the sentence or not, ‘’I would’ve wanted to cum inside that pretty pussy of yours.’’ but did it anyway. He didn’t have anything to lose. What was the worst thing you could do? Leave? You were supposed to anyway. You blushed, but rolled on your side facing him and tracing his abs with your fingers.

‘’Maybe next time you should?’’ it was more of a question than anything else.

‘’Next time?’’ Leon almost choked on his saliva, not expecting you to offer a next time. You closed the gap between you two and placed a kiss on his lips.

‘’Yeah,’’ you stated as a matter of factly, ‘’but you know what?’’

‘’What?’’

‘’We need to take another shower cos you made us sticky,’’ you chuckled as you took his cum on your fingers and let it fall to your abdomen again. He rolled on top of you, rubbing his body on yours, getting you two even more sticky,

‘’Oh it’s my fault? I remember you being very much involved too,’’ he placed some loose strands of your hair behind your ear, then kissed your nose. ‘’I’ll go run the bath and then come get you,’’ He hopped off the bed, skipping to the bathroom again.

The water started running and you smiled as he became visible to you again with a huge smile on his face. He scooped you up in his arms and started to carry you to the tub.

After all, a little help from someone goes a long way.

If you made it here, thank you for reading this! My smol Leon infested heart is very happy💜 Please like, comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed what your eyes gobbled up. 👀

[luvfy0dor]

“My Knuckles Were Bruised Like Violets ♡⁠˖” Boxer!Vi x F!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Description; headcannons and scenario- VI running straight to her girl after a win

Warnings; boxing, fighting, cuts/bruises, injury, not proofread smh, this is so self indulgent it hurts

A/n; my wife bro I love vi so much 😽 I've never written for her before so if it seems a little ooc let me know with POLITE constructive criticism so I can fix it!! I also know very minimal stuff about boxing but I wanted to write this anyways 😞 this isn't pit fighter vi but is adjacent to pit fighter vi

Headcannons!! ༊*·˚

→ On occasion, Vi asks you to spar with her. She'll help you put on those big gloves with the targets on the palms and just go at it for a couple minutes.

→ Sometimes when she's satisfied with your brief sessions, she'll ask you if you wanna switch places and try throwing the punches. She'd watch with a grin as you tried to focus on hitting her palms as hard as possible, hyping you up and correcting your form. "Come on, lift those shoulders up Cupcake."

→ Before her matches, she'd locate you in the crowd and give you a flashy, confident grin, her canines reminding you of a fierce mountain-lion.

→ Though she was great at what she did, she wasn't immune to losing. When she did lose, she'd be upset, but she'd turn that disgruntlement into motivation to do better and spend a little extra time working on sparring, probably with other boxers who could simulate an actual match.

→ But when she won, which was most of the time, she immediately celebrated with you, still high on adrenaline after a solid knockout or accumulation of points. She'd excitedly hop around the ring in triumph, smiling and watching you cheer along with her.

→ She shows off trophies, medals, and belts with one arm holding the prize in the air and the other arm around your waist..😝

→ She lets you inspect her cuts and bruises after matches, even after reassuring you that the people "patched her up fine". She's got a habit of picking at scabs and you often gotta pull her hands away and clean the blood off of her skin again. Depending on how bad the bleeding is you'll put a bandaid on it, but sometimes it stops with a little bit of pressure.

Scenario ༊*·˚

There was some blood smeared on both Vi and her opponents faces, sweat dripping down their skin as Vi threw the final punch, K.O.'ing the other person. Her heart was pounding loudly in her ears, but she didn't miss the victory bell, raising her fist up in the air and cheering. She took a handful of deep breaths, her vision stabilizing again as she searched the crowd for you. When your eyes met, she gave you her usual flashy smile, ready to drop her arm, but the referee just raises it right back up. The arena erupted in cheers for Vi, and her chest rose and fell at a decreasing pace. She pointed to you and blew you a kiss, heading to her corner to meet with her crew and get the sweat and blood patted off of her face. She spoke with a lady who asked a couple basic questions about how she felt after winning and was awarded a medal, the shiny gold reflecting all the lights that shone down onto the ring as she held it up proudly for everyone to see. She took in the sight of the crowd, though as usual her eyes reverted right back to their fixated position on you. As you started to move from your spot to come see her, she quickly went to see her opponent and thank them for a good match before exiting the ring to get to you.

"Cupcake! Good fight, right? The judges sure thought so." She says proudly, holding the medal out for you. You held it gently in your hands, feeling the weight of the award and raising your brows. "Geez, that thing is heavy duty." You say. "But you deserve every ounce of it- you fought amazing, babe- I couldn't be prouder." You say, a big grin on your face as you put your arms around her neck and lean in for a kiss. Her hands fall to your waist and she returns it, her cheeks red due to her physical activity and now blush from your affection. When you pull away, you cup her cheek and try to wipe some of the dried up blood off of her face, but it doesn't budge. "You'll have to scrub that off later. I was getting a little nervous when she got you straight in your nose." You say, a small smile on your face. Even though you knew Vi was resilient and could take a couple punches to the face, you couldn't help but get a little antsy seeing her bleed. "Does it hurt still?" You reached to brush your thumb acrossed her nose and she scrunched her face up.

"Nah, not real bad atleast. And you've gotten better with your worrying, the first time you came to one of these fights I coulda sworn you cried for me." She laughs, pushing some of your hair back and kissing your forehead. "But c'mon, lets get outta here asap, I'm ready to leave." She says, holding you close while she waves to the spectators and holds up her medal, walking out of the arena with her arm around something far more valuable than any award- you.

A/n; I'm actually kinda scared NGL cuz Ive never written for arcane, I've always stayed to BSD for the most part and it's always a little nerve wracking writing for a new demographic. Trust I'll be writing more bsd soon, but I also wanted to drop some arcane stuff.

[mj-iza-writer]

Subject warning: drugging.

Special request by: @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 I'm sorry for the wait. It's been a hectic few weeks.

Carewhumper glanced outside while the commercials passed on the screen.

"Come on news. I know it's stormy, I need to know how stormy", Carewhumper sighed.

Whumpee worked on chores in a different room. Carewhumper had given them some earplugs so they wouldn't hear the incoming storm.

Carewhumper heard the lightning getting closer.

"I'd probably be better off if I just did it", Carewhumper stood, "it is definitely building up out there. Whumpee will have a hard night. Those earplugs will only block so much."

Whumpee jumped and turned when someone grabbed their shoulder.

Carewhumper reached past them and turned the sink off.

"Yes Master?", Whumpee removed an earplug just in time to hear the thunder.

Their eyes widened as they jolted into Carewhumper's arms.

"I know Whumpee. Come on, it's time for medicine", Carewhumper petted Whumpee's head, "I don't know how bad this will get. I would rather you be drugged for the next few hours. At least until everything is done."

Whumpee gulped, "dr-drugs? Is it going to be that bad? I don't like being drugged."

"I know you don't, but I don't know how bad this will get. I need you to be pliable for me to work with", Carewhumper turned, "I will take care of you and get you through this, but you will be unconscious while this happens. Go use the bathroom, I will be there shortly", Carewhumper placed the ear plug back in Whumpee's ear.

Whumpee looked up when Carewhumper stepped inside of the bathroom.

Carewhumper pulled out a clean syringe from the cabinet, then a bottle from their pocket.

"Get into the tub for me please", Carewhumper ordered.

"M-my teddy?"  Whumpee whined.

"Oh right, go grab that, a blanket, and a pillow", Carewhumper nodded.

Whumpee hurried down the hall.

Carewhumper sighed when Whumpee screamed after a loud bang of thunder.

"And you wonder why I want you drugged."

Whumpee knelt in the tub and let Carewhumper wrap the blanket around them.

"Will you be okay Master?", Whumpee looked at them worriedly.

"I will be alright, and so will you", Carewhumper knelt beside the tub, "let's get this in you. The storm is getting louder."

Whumpee turned their head as Carewhumper administered the medicine.

"Alright, that's done", Carewhumper pressed a bandaid on Whumpee's arm.

Carewhumper hummed as they disposed of the needle. They came back and knelt by Whumpee.

Whumpee blinked slowly as they listened to Carewhumper's humming.

"Mmmh", Whumpee sighed.

"It's alright, let the medicine take you to sleep", Carewhumper smiled as they pulled Whumpee gently to the side of the tub.

Carewhumper cupped Whumpee's face into their hand. They gently played with Whumpee's hair as Whumpee drooped lower and lower into drowsiness.

"It will all be over when you wake up my dear", Carewhumper cooed, then hummed for a few minutes while Whumpee went unconscious.

They carefully laid Whumpee into the tub. They were careful to ensure Whumpee would be comfortable during the storm. Even tucking the stuffed animal into Whumpee's arms.

Carewhumper was able to prepare a few things in the bathroom before they sat down again to watch the news.

"It seems we are in for a big storm", Carewhumper leaned back as the news finally played the weather, "I'm glad I decided to put them under for this. We will all be able to sleep soundly tonight."

Whumpee groaned as their eyes opened.

"Good morning", Carewhumper watched them in the mirror while they shaved, "how is my sleepy slave?"

"Mmm", Whumpee moaned.

"I kind of expected that. Don't get up just yet, let's let you wake up fully before hand", Carewhumper continued to shave, "you slept through a full storm last night. Complete with tornado sirens, nothing happened though. I hid in here with you for about thirty minutes until they turned the sirens off. It was definitely easier to have you unconscious. You were even smiling for a few minutes", Carewhumper turned, "I wondered what you were dreaming about."

"Is everything okay now?", Whumpee looked around.

"Yes, everything is fine. It's still a little early in the morning", Carewhumper cleaned their face, "you did an amazing job in letting me take care of you. I'm very proud of you."

"Thankyou Master", Whumpee rested their head on the side of the tub tiredly.

"Here, take a drink", Carewhumper grabbed a bottle of water from a stash they had brought in earlier.

Whumpee took small sips from the bottle.

"You still seem quite tired", Carewhumper ran their hand through Whumpee's hair.

"Mmm, it takes a while.... that injection is powerful", Whumpee sighed, "I don't like... it."

"You can lay down and take a nap if you like", Carewhumper grinned, "like I said, it's still early. You are not do to be awake for a few more hours."

Whumpee looked down at the blanket and pillow.

"M-may I, master?", Whumpee looked up again.

"You may", Carewhumper nodded, "get some rest."

Whumpee slowly laid down again. They smiled as Carewhumper covered them and hummed.

Not long after Whumpee dozed off again.

Carewhumper knelt beside the tub and listened to Whumpee's breathing for a few minutes.

"You being terrified of storms is a little bothersom my slave", Carewhumper stood, "but you always make up for it with how sweet you are."

Side note: I do feel necessary to point out that although Carewhumper is shaving, that does not necessarily mean I wrote them as male. Female presenting does still require constant shaving because of other factors. My characters are still able to present as nonbinary or how you prefer. -MJ💚

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[gardenialver]

Girlies

synopsis - telling him a secret about girls

pairings - Tetsurou Kuroo, Shoyo Hinata, Kenma Kozume

content - fluff, reader is afab and fem, mentions of: periods, pads, boobs, discharge, boob touching but not in a sexual context, wet hair, it's slightly alluded to the length and texture of the readers hair but I've tried to make it slightly more upto interpretation

Tetsurou Kuroo

"Babe, I'm gonna tell you a secret but you can't tell anyone ok?" Your boyfriend looked at you with shaking eyes, "Why are you nervous?" You laugh at him, hitting his shoulder lightly.

"You're making it sound like you're about to tell me you've killed 5 people," You put your legs up over his lap and he holds onto them, "I'm not, this is a girl thing ok? You have to promise not to tell anyone,"

He leaned closer to you, shoving his face into yours, with a hand you pushed him away, keeping your fingers on his cheek. "When girls change their pad, they stick it onto the wall," You felt Kuroo's cheek raise as his face contoured to confusion.

"Wait so you like stick it onto the wall?" You nodded at him, "Yeah we just kinda," You made a slapping motion, "Wait, why?" You side-eyed him, a judgy look on your face.

"Because it's conventional, if you put it on your leg then it hurts like it hurts to take a bandaid off, you always whine when we have to get blood-tested, and if you put it on your leg then it sticks and you get your uterus tissue and blood on your leg and that's nasty,"

"If you put it on the floor then you have to bend to get it and that's uncomfortable and lowkey hurts but if it's on the wall, then you put your new pad on and then grab your old one and roll it up and throw it away, easy, conventional, clean, painless,"

"Wait, that makes so much sense," You nodded, "See, anyways you promise not to tell anyone I told you this, this is top secret," He nodded intently. You placed a small kiss on his cheek and he smiled into you.

Shoyo Hinata

"False alarm it was actually just discharge," You call out to Shoyo as you turn off the washroom light, there he was standing with painkillers, a ginormous plush, a heating pack, and an assortment of desserts.

"Thank you babe," You greet him with a kiss, touched at the lengths he went to just under the pretense that you may be on your period. Despite that he still gave you the large plush and put everything else away, crashing onto your shared bed.

His arms wrapped around you underneath your chest, tossing and turning, ending with you groaning and him stopping with wide worried eyes. "I'M SORRY DEAR ARE YOU OK?? WAS I TOO ROUGH I'M SO SORRY," All you could get out was a pained, "My boobs hurt"

There he was on the bed bowing in apology while you clutched your chest, one hand clutching onto the plush. "I'M SORRY I FORGOT THEY GET SORE!!! DO YOU WANT ME TO MASSAGE THEM OR ANYTHING??" Your boyfriend continued to worry but you threw your plush at him with teary eyes. "NO YOU PERVERT" "I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT BABE I'M SORRY"

After a while of back and forth you laid your head against his chest. "It's so annoying Sho, that I keep preparing and thinking my period's here and it's not." He held you close, cupping your chest lightly to lift the weight off of you.

"The discharge wasn't this bad before was it?" He asks peering down at you and you only lull your head, "No it's been this bad I'd just never tell you properly." He pressed a long kiss to your cheek, "My poor babbyyyyy" He droned.

"Your boobs get very sore, your cravings kinda startish? The headaches and back pain, sometimes you get early cramps," He began to list and just saying it out loud made your body feel even worse and as she felt the weight pressing against him he leaned back.

"Is it like this for all girls? I only have Natsu to go off of and I'm sure she'd be uncomfortable telling her adult brother that," He said while moving his hands to rub your back.

"Yeah, I mean some girls have it easier and only get it for like 3-4 days and their pre-symptoms aren't as bad but it's definitely bad enough for you to mistake it as your period." While offering comforting kisses he continued to ask questions.

"Ohhh is this why girls will pack double the underwear on a trip for like three days?" You nodded, "So this is that type of emergency?" You nodded again, holding him closer out of the need for affection.

"DO YOU WANT ME TO CHANGE YOU???" "PERVERT" You yelled again lamely hitting him. "I'M SORRY, I JUST FEEL LIKE I FINALLY HAD AN EPIPHANY, A REVELATION, A BREAKTHROUGH." "A full circle moment? Well an emergency is also if you get your period and then you leak"

He nodded and adjusted himself closer to you, "Thank you for telling me babe," He cheerily thanks and you nodded, lips finally turning up at another kiss.

Kenma Kozume

With a towel slung over your shoulders you smiled at the feeling of cool air hitting your skin, "Babe I'm done showering" You call out to him, your slippers thumping against your feet and the flooring as you find him.

"Thanks I'll go shower now," He mutters to you, holding your hand momentarily before sulking off to the washroom. As you settled into his gaming chair, preparing to benefit off of his high levels and high currency in games you heard the usual shriek, pouting as you went to check on him.

"[Lastname] [Name], can you stop doing this." He scolded you while pointing to the cluster on the wall, "No," "What is this?" "Uh, my hair??" He rolled his eyes, "This is gross, this is nasty, why is your wet hair in clumps on the shower wall, THE SHOWER THAT WE SHARE"

"Ugh, stop being so dramatic, be happy it's not in the bath, either way all girls do this," He deadpans at you, "I don't care if all girls do it, I don't want to see your wet hair whenever I go to shower, your hair's long too''

"Can you stop being misogynistic? My hair's not even as long as you're saying it is" You mock him, trying to leave until you were held back. "No can you get rid of it?" He glared with his arm wrapped around you.

"Why can't you just do it yourself?" But you still complied as he carried you from point A, the shower wall, to point B, the trash can. "Ok now go shower in peace," You finally left the room, the steamed room now suffocating you since you had finished your shower.

Sighing again at the cool air that hit your exposed skin you went back to playing games on Kenma's computer, finally getting touchy with him when he emerged from the washroom.

You wrapped yourself around him, watching him play a horror game, your own version of mansplaining coming out of you whenever he wouldn't follow your instructions.

As time passed so did you and your partner's bathing practice. "I've finished showering babe," You call out to him, a new set of pajamas on your body and the usual sigh of refresh when feeling the slight breeze of the cooler air outside the bathroom.

Again your slippers thumped against the floor while you searched for Kenma, "Hi Kodzuken," You teased as you placed your chin against his shoulder.

He rolled his eyes and continued playing a little longer before he finally left to wash, allowing you to take over his gaming set. "pikmin" But again you were stopped by a noise of alarm in the bathroom.

However, this time instead of annoyance you now had a small smile on your face, knowing exactly what he was calling you for. "What??" "DID YOU MAKE F****** APPLETUN WITH YOUR WET HAIR??" "No that's obviously Wooloo, have fun showering,"

[cvnt4him]

Hello!! I was so wondering if you could write Izuku x reader angst? Like they are on a mission and reader gets hurt badly protecting Izuku? Or a pretty heated argument?!

Instead of doing just one or the other I'm doing both and put them together🤯

How could you..

Readers quirk is energy based, they can give energy to others and also take energy.

You were on a mission with izuku. It wasn't rare for you two to be paired up with each other but when it came down to hero work the two of you hardly seen each other, you always had to wait until after school or the next day but lately you two just haven't seen much of each other at all.

You were so excited to see him! His messy forest green curls, and those big lucent emerald green puppy dog eyes of his, how could you not be? When you two seen each other you called out to him making him turn to you with a confused face before it instantly lit up. He had a huge smile on that adorable freckled baby face of his.

"y/n!! I've missed you so much!"

"me too, baby!!"

You two hold each other for a while, giggling with your foreheads to one another before Endeavour breaks your two up. You both apologize, glancing at each other trying to hold back your giggles.

Endeavour figured since he already took shoto katsuki and deku on a patrol with him that izuku could take you himself, it was your first time being at Endeavours agency and being on patrol in general so you were really excited to get to do this with tour boyfriend!!

Izuku was just as excited, especially because he knew he could keep you safe. There had already been a petty jewelry thief a couple of blocks away and shoto reported back to izuku that they took care of it so there wasn't any real danger for you to get in! He promised himself he wouldn't let you get in danger.

While you two were walking and talking about whatever came to mind he couldn't help but to just admire you, the way you spoke so passionately about whatever you're talking about. The way you smiled so brightly at him, so blinding. You were truly astounding. Astonishing. There are so many words in this world, yet none of them can even begin to compare how truly perfect you are.

Just as izuku was going to jump into the conversation he was stopped by you. He looked at your horrified face then over to what's in front of you to see shoto on the ground with blood leaking down his face, and katsuki being choked by some muscle filled man.

Obviously it was instinct for the both of you to help. You quickly ran to help aid your two fallen friends who were hurt as izuku went to fight, occasionally glancing at you and your friends to assure you were okay. You helped them up as they both agreed they still wanted to fight.

They both ran to help izuku, he had gotten punched a couple of times causing his nose to break. You ran to him to assure he was okay, he winced as you checked out his nose. You always had some aiding things on your suit for times like these, your quirk wasn't a close range type of thing so you had to learn how to help people from afar.

Izuku smiled as you finished cleaning his wound and placed a fire truck bandaid on it. He rolled his eyes and kissed your forehead before running back off into battle, you had a hard time with your quirk considering it was energy based, if you were tired or not well rested or hungry or just didn't have enough energy your quirk couldn't work.

The man they were fighting was quite strong and definitely not something to take lightly, izuku got roughed up a bit along with your friends but that wasn't going to stop them from fighting. They were all pretty tired and you tried your hardest to aid them with as much energy as you could before your body started tiring out. Izuku sat you down so you could take a breather, a random civilian had called the police who contacted the pro heroes.

No one knew how long it would take for the pros to get there and you were all tired and out of energy, katsuki being the firecracker he is, he wasn't going to stop until his body was spent.

Izuku tried his hardest to get katsuki to reconsider but he just wouldn't, katsuki hadn't seen where the villain had gone so he just stood there panting and out of breath checking his surroundings. Where could the man have possibly gone, he was huge there was no way he could just.. disappear like that. Right?

Deku seen the man appear from behind katsuki and rushed towards him to push katsuki out of the way, you knew something bad would happen if the man caught izuku you just couldn't sit by and let that happen. You pushed shoto away from you, who was trying to help make sure you got rest, and gathered as much energy as you could to rush over to your boyfriend.

It's like time had stopped. Everything was happening before your eyes at such a slow pace, you pushed izuku out of the way and trapped the muscular man in a bubble that used up all of your energy, time had seemed to go back to normal as you collapsed to the ground. Katsuki groaned and instantly got up from being pushed out of the way by izuku. Izuku was confused, what could have possibly happened, he made sure that he pushed katsuki out of the way. So if he was okay and katsuki was okay what happened?

Izuku looked up to his friend to see him looking up at the big strong men moving in slow motion inside of a bubble, it brought a huge smile to izukus face, but then they all seen the bubble starting to crack, izuku instantly realized that was your quirk being in use. He looked down to see you unconscious. Izuku wanted to rush to you before shoto called out to him. The bubble above him popped and the huge man came crashing down, before the man could touch izuku he zoomed past him and grabbed you.

He held you close with tears in his eyes, he was fuming with anger. He let you get hurt even after he told himself he wouldn't, he couldn't believe that you'd gotten hurt.

You woke up in the infirmary, your head throbbing and your body sore. You felt like you couldn't move, you knew it was from the over use of your quirk but even still the only thing on your mind was your boyfriend. You needed to know he was alright. You tried to move but your body cramped horribly, you groaned in pain but tried to push through it. Alas, you couldn't it was too painful to endure, tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you laid back in agony. You wanted your boyfriend and you couldn't have him.

Just as you were about to turn over and lie back down you were scared up by the door opening, you see your boyfriend and the two boys you were on patrol with. Your face lit up as you see your green haired boyfriend walk through the door with a worried face. He rushed to you now that you were awake he could hold you close.

Shoto smiled as katsuki simply groaned and rolled his eyes at the loving display. You heard izuku sniff in the crook of your neck, it broke your heart to hear your love cry like this. He pulled back from the hug and wiped his face with his arm, he couldn't bring himself to even look at you like this, in the state that you were in.

You sat up the best you could, confused why he couldn't bring himself to glance at you. You try to smile at him only for him to inhale and let out a shaky breath before clearing his throat. You could tell he felt guilty, extremely guilty to the point it was so obvious he was beating himself up. He looked dead, tired, hungry. Just completely out of it. You hated when he got into moods like this, he always brang himself down.

"izu--"

"How could you..."

"how.. how could I what, zu..?"

"you- you jumped in front of me. You could've gotten yourself seriously hurt-- you did get seriously hurt. Because of me."

"izuku no it was my choice. I didn't want you getting hurt."

"so what, you got hurt instead? To what.. save me?!"

"yes."

He scoffs and rubs his temples, he couldn't believe you. The fact you'd just willingly admit it and not even try to excuse what you've done. You were hurt because of him. You were stupid and reckless because of him. He couldn't live with himself because of what you've done. You went and got hurt after he promised himself he wouldn't let you.

You sigh heavily, the tension in the room is so thick that a knife couldn't even break it. The two boys behind izuku looked so awkward. Shoto had a hard time understanding most social cues so he just mindlessly blinked and looked between the two of you silently, katsuki was literally drowning in the tension, he cleared his throat only to be interrupted by izuku.

"look. I just.. I love you, and- and you got hurt.. because of me. I can't.. I can't live with myself knowing I'm the reason you got hurt."

He stammered on his words hiding his hand close to his heart, it was beating out of his chest in anger, sadness, and so many more feelings he felt like he could explode.

"izuku. I'm not going to apologize for my actions. I knew the cost and I knew what would come. I was completely in control when I acted."

That only seemed to anger the greenette more, tears falling down his face as he dug his nails into the palms of his hands, sniffling and trying his hardest not to break down right then and there.

"ARE YOU S- SERIOUS?! YOU WERE HURT. BECAUSE OF YOUR SHITTY THINKING."

Izuku spat at you, tears streaming down his face as he sniffled and hiccupped. He tried so hard to hold all of his emotions back but he just couldn't. He was falling apart at the seams because of you. He loved you so much and he felt that he failed to protect you.

"okay.. and what about you, huh? You pushed katsuki out of the way and didn't even think about yourself. You're so busy trying to protect others you never take a minute to think about yourself. It's always hero this and hero that but never what does izuku want. How does izuku feel? So I'm sorry for trying to be a good partner by protecting you. But I will not apologize for protecting you."

Izukus eyes widened at your words. He hadn't even realized that he'd jumped in front of katsuki, he just acted on pure impulse. His eyes were puffy and his cheeks were flushed, he didn't know what to say or even how to react after that. He was just stunned. Katsuki and shoto took it upon themselves to see themselves out.

You were fighting back tears for numerous reasons, but the only one that kept getting louder and louder inside of your head was the one saying izuku was going to break up with you. You felt that it would come. You were afraid, but you were also angry. How could he break up with you for you protecting him after he almost carelessly lost his life? The one thing you seem to be asking yourself.

He looked down towards the ground and tried his hardest to wipe his face with his hands. His face was covered by his hair, you wanted oh so desperately to kiss his tears away. You were just afraid that he didn't want you anymore.

"I'm.. I'm so sorry.."

Izukus voice was low and hoarse, he was shaking and tears were still spilling from his eyes. He was just so emotional that he could see himself stopping anytime soon. You didn't exactly hear his words but guessed along the lines that he was apologizing, you felt so guilty that he even felt the need to apologize.

"come here, izuku."

You say bluntly with your arms held out reaching for him, within an instant he rushed over to you, collapsing in your arms tears rushing down his face even more. You simply chuckled and held him close, kissing his head and burying your nose in his hair. His tears got all over your hospital gown, dampening it with the salty liquid.

This was your first argument like this, but you were positive it wasn't going to be your last.

AN: it's currently 11:26 I was so scared I wasn't gonna get this done on time y'all, I don't plan on missing a single day chat🙏🏽🙏🏽

[sirensdollesque]

let me take care of you-pezzy x reader

in which, you get hurt smashing your finger on the car door, while youre rather chill about it, max isn't. (tw: Mentions of blood)

the day was normal, you and max went out to get coffee, the day was great, laughs and smiles, so many random new inside jokes that your cheeks and stomach hurt from smiling and laughing so much.

on the way back home you two stopped at the gas station for snacks, walking out the car and shutting the door behind you, you didn't realize your hand was still in the way.

it was instant, the pain rushing straight to your index finger as the door shut right on it, you managed to pull your finger out, max still not noticing you shaking your hand, convincing yourself it'd lessen the pain, you hadn't even notcied the blood spilling out your finger until you felt it drip.

walking into the gas station you kept your hand over your finger, quickly grabbing a napkin to clean the blood up, max was going through the snacks, "what about some spicy chips sweetheart, I know you like them," max looked away from the chips seeing the napkin over your finger, the blood soaked through as you looked at the chips with him, without even asking he grabbed your hand checking your finger.

"when did this happen?" he looked at your finger, the blood died onto your nail, the finger swollen and already turning purple, he could physically feel your finger pulsing and your hand shaking, "just slammed my finger on the car door right now, 'm fine."

"if you're fine then im the king of England, I can feel your finger pulsing sweetheart." max spoke softly, the gas station trip cut short you two grabbed your snacks and walked out back to the car, he opened the car door for you before driving back home.

once back at home you didnt pay much mind to your finger, just washed your hand to get the dried blood off.

max walked into the kitchen where you stood at the sink with some hydrogen proxide, an alcohol pad, and bandaid, "let me see your finger" "baby it's really not that bad, 'm fine it's just a small cut and-" "mama quit being stubborn and lemme clean it up, please."

you let him clean your finger up, placing hydrogen proxide on the cut on your finger and opened the alcohol prep pad, "this might burn a bit sweet girl," you nodded wincing at the burn, max apologized softly telling you you're doing good.

he applied some polysporin to the small cut placing a bandaid on afterwards, you smiled at him kissing his cheek, "you really didn't need too." max smiled grabbing ice from the freezer and placed it on your finger kissing your hand, "just wanna take care of you."

you hummed trying to bend your finger giggling trying to lighten the mood even though the swelling prevented you from bending it, "guess i cant do much with this now"

max chuckled putting the ice back on your finger, "even more reason for me to take of you then."

the night ended with you two on the couch with the TV playing Gray's anatomy, your finger still being iced and the snacks on the coffee table in front of you, you turned away from the TV and spoke softly, "thank you, for patching me up."

"'m always here to take care of you sweetheart."

toritalks🎱- yes this is becuz I busted my finger on a car door, shut up! anyway #needthat

tags- @fawnquette @trulygentle @st6ined @sturnsflirt

[berrymoos]

[❤️‍🩹] ,, rg!vi moodboard + headcanons!

this moodboard took me ,, SO stupid long to make & then when i went to save it the FILE CORRUPTED ヽ（≧□≦）ノ luckily all i had to do was go back & save it again but i seriously thought i was gna have to do the entire thing over X-/ regardless i luv how it turned out hehe !!

[💥] ✶ age ranges from super super ityy bitty (infant ages – a year or so) to curious big kid (5 – 8) ; however, she's only ever really little if it's just her & caitlyn as she's the one she feels safest with. if there's another regressor around—like jayce, jinx, or caitlyn if she needs to indulge in her headspace—vi finds herself adopting the big sibby role! she's a big sister at her core & she still adores looking after others, but sometimes she just . . . needs to be looked after, too

[💥] ✶ babysitter jinx who encourages vi's energy to the highest degree & puts mischievous ideas in her mind (nothing dangerous, of course !! silly little pranks n stuff hehe) but is the absolute sweetest when vi is teeny tiny. in the event vi is regressed super super little when jinx is also small, she becomes The Most protective over her baby sister ever

[💥] ✶ playdates w her & jayce always end in two sweaty little ones without fail bc they turn everything into a challenge (“betcha i can climb this tree faster than you!” — “nuh-uh!! i can!!!”) & will run themselves down to the bone by playing elaborate games of pretend

[💥] ✶ weepy lil thing :(( holding in her big feelings for so long when she's big results in lotsa tears when she's small, even if it's over things that aren't a big deal (like snapping a crayon or a stuffie bein put into the wash). usually snuggles from mama cait makes everything alll better tho !!

[💥] ✶ clifford the big red dog & spiderman r some of her favorite favorite things ever !! the very moment she hears the opening theme for clifford, there is nothing more important than gettin in front of the tv (it's one of those tv shows that make her RUSH off the potty the moment the commercial break is over). the only type of bandaids she will accept after pretending to be a silly web-slinging hero are spiderman ones, so cait keeps a ton on deck!

[💥] ✶ also feel like she'd enjoy coyote peterson / brave wilderness too ?? when she's xtra little she watches the general exploration videos, steering clear of the biting / stinging / overall more violent ones cus it upsets her . . . but when she's bigger, oooo she gets soso hype when there's a new bug coyote finds or a snapping turtle he goes head to head with !! lotsa “woaaahh mama did’ja see that??? did’ja, did’ja???? itsa exe– execush’ner wasp ‘nd it– it stinged him!!! lookit, mama, lookit!!!!” & excited bouncing. cait is a big catalyst to this (even tho she does not like bugs) & will egg her on which just gets her more excited !! ＼(≧▽≦)／

[💥] ✶ active but extremely messy kiddo. she jumps in muddy puddles without a care of how soaked her socks will get later ; she makes potions out of grass, sticks, and rocks & shows them to caitlyn with grass stains on her pants ; she climbs trees to sneak up on birds & comes back down with leaf bits all in her hair . . . many, many baths are in her schedule. when she's a bit too little to do all of this, she'll sit near cait with all of her toys scattered around her, constantly bouncing from one to the other to keep her brain stimulated

[💥] ✶ bath time involves either lots of splish-splashin with her sharkie bath toys or dozin in the water till her fingers get all wrinkly. vi has a big appreciation for baths after her time in stillwater as it felt impossible to ever feel fully clean, so after big adventures in the backyard that end with mud splatters on her cheeks and dirt smeared on the palms of her hands, she & cait take extra care in makin sure all the nasties are all gone (*´˘`*)♡

[💥] ✶ loves those temporary tattoo kits ; to her, those are stickers she can stick on anyone that comes near >:-] caitlyn & jinx are her main subjects ; by the end of the day they will all have matching tattoos

[💥] ✶ very very clingy, especially after the war & officially losing most of everyone she has ever loved. while she gets more pouty & huffy when she's older, when she's itty bitty she gets sooo weepy cus her object permanence is just gone. there's a part of vi that's ashamed of how dependant she is on cait—after all, she's very used to taking care of others & taking care of herself, so such a drastic change in lifestyle can be jarring—but with cait, she can work through it ♡

[💥] ✶ being active one minute then having weepy feelings the next, vi takes a lotta naps! she Does Not like being told to take a nap, specially when she's claiming “big girl”–ness (“’m not sleepy!” she'll whine whilst rubbing an eye with a fist . . . yes you are, sweetness. yes you are), but she can forgive cait's insistence if she promises to lay down with her & rawrvioli the dino

[gallashagger]

beat up

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i actually love this photo for reasons i can’t explain

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liam gets in a bad fight and you are left to take care of him.

fluff?? angst?? idk.. request • lowercase intended

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liam stood at the wall phone beside the holding cell he had just been in. he only had one phone number in mind, but had to take a moment to mentally prepare before dialing.

“hello?” your light and sweet voice made his heart ache. “hey love, it’s me.” he said, disappointed in himself. “liam? where are you calling from?” the line went silent. “the police station.” the sigh you let out could’ve been heard from miles away.

“you’re fucking kidding.” your voice raised. “i just need someone to pick me up.” his forearm rested on the wall, his forehead leaning against it. “you better have a real good excuse.” you said before the like cut. liam was put back into the cell and he took a seat shaking. he wasn’t scared of the cops or the fact that he was in jail, but he was terrified thinking about how you were gonna react.

you were pissed, and he knew that. he had gotten in enough fights. part of you was angry that he was getting in scraps in the first place, but the other part was just immense worry, not knowing if he was okay.

about fifteen minutes later you made it to the station.

an officer opened the cell door and snapped his fingers at liam to get up. “your missus is here.” he smirked at liam, knowing he was in for a treat. your heart dropped upon seeing the state of him. a forming black eye, dried blood under his nose, bruised knuckles, christ, it seemed like he was bruised everywhere.

your chest tightened. you knew he was in pain, physically and mentally. you wanted to go easy on him, but he had a lesson to learn. your anger soon bubbled back up to the surface and you glared at him.

“love, listen—“ he started but you put your finger in the air, shutting him up. “i don’t wanna hear it. let’s go.” you said firmly. you heard cops laughing at liam and you turned around, your expression halting their laughter.

yes, liam was an idiot, but he was your idiot. they don’t get to laugh at him.

liam hopped in the passenger seat and you got in the drivers, neither of you saying a word. five minutes into driving you heard him take a breath, but you shushed him before he could say anything. the car ride was silent. the only thing you could hear was your angry breaths and liam’s shaky ones, as if he was trying to calm himself down.

you made it home, heading straight for the bathroom. liam followed you like a sad puppy and sat on the toilet seat. you rummaged through drawers, managing to find a mini first aid kit.

you stood between his legs and began to clean his cuts, liam wincing when the alcohol touched his wounds. “i am so mad at you.” you shook your head as you used your thumb to wipe the blood away from his nose.

“why did you do this?” you asked, your voice softer. “liam, you got arrested. this wasn’t just some bar fight.” your voice kept softening with worry, and it pained liam to see you like this all because of him.

“do you have any idea how worried i was?” you spoke after you got no answer. “you were gone for hours. i had no idea where you were, who you were with, what you were doing. and to get a call from you in a jail cell?” your voice raised slightly.

a few minutes later, he was almost completely cleaned up. his hands gently rubbed your thighs, trying to apologize without speaking. he had said a million ‘i’m sorry’s as you fixed him up, and his hands on you reminded you what you had missed. you took his hand and dragged him off his ass towards the sink.

you cleaned off his bloody knuckles before ordering him to sit back down while you looked for some bandaids. you left the bathroom on your search, and liam thought to himself. he loved how much you cared. even when he was being a total knob, you always stuck by him. you were there to pick jim up when he was down, to clean the blood off his skin. he didn’t deserve you.

you came back with a little box of bandaids but you couldn’t look at him. you set the box on the counter and leaned against it with your palms. your head dropped between your shoulders and you sniffled. liam was quick to jump up and wrap his arms around you. you let him hug you for a second before pushing him away.

“what if it was worse than this? what if someone had a gun or something? you can’t keep fighting random people, liam.” you yelled.

“love, im so sorry.” was all he could say. he knew nothing he said would make this better, no amount of apologies or excuses. he pulled you back into a hug, his chin resting atop your head as his thumbs rubbed the skin of your waist. “i love you too much to watch you hurt yourself like this, liam.” you said, your voice muffled against his chest.

“it won’t happen again.” he said. you knew from his voice he was serious, but a part of you was left unsure. “how do i know that? how do i know you won’t run off and get into a fight tomorrow?” you pulled away to look at him properly.

“two fights in a row? i’m not that kind of lad.” he joked. you chuckled lightly, your anger now completely gone.

you finished patching him up and the two of you went off to bed. you laid with your head on his chest, liam playing with your fingers until you caught him staring at his beat up knuckles. “i bet i look proper fit beat up.” he said out of the blue. you lightly smacked his chest, a laugh erupting from him, but he caught your smile. “i fuckin knew it. you think i look sexy all bruised up.” he smirked, and your face turned red.

“i do not.” in all honesty, deep down, you did. “go to sleep, liam.” you turned the lamp beside you off and almost immediately fell asleep, liam’s breathing and arms around you acting as a melatonin.

you both really loved each other. enough to get into fights for the other. you were his person he could fall back on, and he was yours. as angry as you were, you knew liam would be there to clean your cuts in a heartbeat.

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i was gonna make this more angsty, maybe leading to a break up or something, but i thought no.

this is a little shit cus i just wanted to post something since it’s been a few days.. but i hope whoever requested this likes it x

[embrosegraves]

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤?

(request) Sebastian Vettel x Reader  The reader hasn’t seen Seb for A While™ and he notices something different “I know every inch of your body and I know for a fact that scar wasn’t there before.

It was at the beginning of the triple header when it happened. Sebastian had only just gotten to his hotel room when he sent you a text that had distracted you from the knife you were using to make dinner. It only took a few seconds of distraction for the knife to slip from its place in your hand and fall towards the floor, the tip of the blade grazing your uncovered thigh none too gently. 

It wasn’t a horrible cut, but there was quite a bit of blood welling up. The length of the cut also wasn’t too bad, though there would definitely be a scar when it healed. Later when you looked back at the incident, you would find amusement at the fact that the pain had not gained your attention until after you heard the knife clatter on the tiles of your kitchen. 

Cursing under your breath, you picked up the knife and placed it in the sink before making your way to grab what you needed from the first aid kit. You cleaned the cut and put a bandaid over the top just to stop the bleeding for now. 

Finishing up your dinner, you sat down answering Sebastian's text and completely forgot about the cut. 

You were sitting on the couch, texting your family’s group chat when you heard the front door unlock and open. You smiled to yourself as you knew that the only other person who had keys was Sebastian, which meant that he was finally home from the triple header. 

“Liebe, I’m home!” 

“In the living room My Love!” 

You waited eagerly for Sebastian to walk into the room. You had missed him incredibly these last three weeks. It felt like so much time had passed and you just could help the excitement at seeing your partner after so long. 

Sebastian finally made his way to you, picking up your legs and laying them across his lap once he sat down on the couch. Your favourite thing about Sebastian, without fail, was that he did things for you without any sort of prompting. As soon as your legs had settled over his lap he immediately started massaging your feet. 

You spent a good few hours just talking to each other, catching up on whatever you had missed from your almost daily facetime calls. You praised him for racing well and, ever the humble man, he blushed and brushed it off as ‘just doing his job’. As you talked with each other, Sebastian’s hands went higher and higher up your legs, massaging the sore spots and gently caressing your skin. 

It was when he finally got to your thighs as you were rambling about your co-worker’s latest gossip, that he found himself freezing. You felt him stop moving immediately, which confused you greatly. 

“Darling? Are you alright?” you asked. 

“Schatz, I know every inch of your body and I know for a fact that scar wasn’t there before.” This confused you more. Scar? What scar did you- oh. Right, that scar. 

“Oh that, yeah that was a complete accident. I didn’t even mean for that to happen, it just sort of- did. It’s not that bad honestly, just needed to clean it, disinfect it and then cover it with a band-aid. It didn’t even hurt when it happened, which I think is kinda funny.” Part of you knew that you should’ve told Sebastian about it when it happened, but you had genuinely forgot that you had accidentally cut yourself, so now you were trying your best to downplay it so he didn’t worry. There was no point in trying, Sebastian would worry regardless. 

“What happened? When did it happen and why wasn’t I told?” Sebastian ‘The Worrywart’ Vettel ladies and gentlemen. 

“Uhh I’m pretty sure it was the first night you left. I was making dinner and you texted me saying that you got to the hotel. I got distracted and the knife slipped but like I said it wasn’t bad. It’s basically all healed up now so you don’t have to worry.” You didn’t know why you kept trying to tell him not to worry as if he would listen. He wouldn’t. 

“I don’t care if it’s healed or not, I’m going to look after you so no more cuts mark your pretty skin.” 

Another thing you loved about Sebastian: he looked after you better than anyone.

Give this bitch a medal, they got a fucking fic out! 1/3 requests complete, now I'm gonna move to the next one

as always, I hope you enjoyed. likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated <3

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[1:18 pm]

(cw: a child, parent!au)

a/n: art was found on Pinterest but all credit for all cuteness goes to annalaura_art on ig

Dad!Jungwoo blew his nose for what felt like the hundredth time today. The tiny trash can beside the bed had already been filled up, the bedside table covered with used cups, empty bottles of water, medicines, and wrappers. He was tired. Yes, his body felt fatigued, his eyes felt heavy, his ears were blocked, and his throat tickled if he spoke louder than a whisper, but he could handle that!

What he missed was his family. He missed cuddling you in bed, falling asleep next to you, your daughter sneaking into the bed with you both to sleep, playing with her, and spending phlegm-free time with the both of you. All the little things had gone away a day or two after his cold symptoms had become worst, on his own insistence, which he now regretted.

The bed had never felt colder, he'd never felt so lonely with his family just a few yards away. His days were passed breathing through his mouth, watching the TV in the room with droopy eyes. He drank the tea you placed on the nightstand and sipped the soups.

Today was another one of those days. Instead of your usual soft knock and sympathetic eyes, Jungwoo heard a softer knock paired with, "go ahead, baby. Be careful."

He turned to look at the door waiting to see what was coming. He felt his heart melt as his daughter walked in holding a tray that was almost heavier than she was. She took slow, cautious steps, everything on the tray shaking with every tiny shuffle she took.

Most of her tiny face was covered with a mask, tiny hands covered by plastic gloves, and she was wearing her doctor costume. He took the tray from her as she smiled behind the mask, "I made you lunch Appa! You got tea, soup, crackers, and fruit. I did it by myself!"

Jungwoo glanced up at you to see is she was right, to which you silently shook your head. There was no way you would let your 4 year old handle cutting up fruit or handle hot liquids. She cut up the fruits with a plastic knife and put the crackers on the plate.

"Wow, my love. Thank you baby," he whispered as loud as he could. She climbed up the bed, crawling over his legs and he could have cried at how much he missed her bony knees digging into his shins.

While you moved around the room and cleaned up, his daughter sat beside him and pulled her play doctor toys and began "checking his vitals." Her play stethoscope was pressed to his chest while he ate, she took the blood pressure on his wrist, checked his ears, and when he went to take a sip of the tea, she shoved a play thermometer in his mouth which made him choke.

"Happy face, you're all better! Take your medicine!" She cheered, grabbing at the pills on the tray to hold them out to Jungwoo.

He took them from her hand, popping them into his mouth one at a time, "all done, thank you Doctor Baby."

She rolled her eyes, "not a baby, Appa."

He laughed, coughing a little when the tickle returned, "oh, I'm so sorry, my big girl."

You returned to the room, watching as she scrambled off the bed in 4 year old panic, "are you feeling better yet? Your daughter is a crazier sleeper than you."

Jungwoo felt his heart melt all over again. After he'd kicked you out, you'd taken to sharing your daughter's bed with the girl who more often that not woke up hanging off the bed head first.

He held your hand, " just want to get through the night without coughing. I really don't want either of you to get sick from me."

You pat his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as your daughter came running back. She placed a bandaid on his nose and then gave him a picture. A picture with people with long legs, small bodies and huge heads. Her writing was at the top, covered by a rainbow.

"It's for you! It says get better, Appa!" She smiled from her spot at his side.

His brows furrowed slightly as he read the writing. 'git badr aqqa' he read, "wow, my love. It's beautiful. Thank you."

"Ok, all better. Let's go play," she demanded, pulling his hand from yours to tug him to stand.

You pouted, "actually! Someone is ready for a nap, let's go Missy. Tell Appa bye and let's go."

"Play later, ok? Bye Appa." Jungwoo swears he feels his heart break a little when he's left alone again, until he realizes your daughter successfully snuck in her favorite stuffed animal again.

[katebishopshands]

could i request kate bishop x spidergirl!reader with mutual pining? maybe where R comes back from a mission badly hurt and they wind up confessing to each other

This is !! So !! Cute !!!

Love love love this idea !!!

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Caught in the Web

Kate Bishop/Spidergirl!Reader

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“Ah shit”

You could feel the blood from your nose leaking through your mask, smearing it all over your face. You just needed to get back to your apartment without being seen by the rest of New York and then you could rip the mask off and tend to your wounds.

It could’ve been worse, genuinely. A busted nose, split lip and a couple of bumps and bruises here and there. You had had worse. You recalled the time you had to explain to your parents as to how exactly you broke your arm. Or the time a building blew up behind you while fighting someone and you were covered in burns and scabs from head to toe. The countless concussions and black eyes. Accelerated healing could only do so much sometimes. Covering up your side gig as the cities friendly neighborhood spider girl was getting, difficult to say the least.

One of your webs connected with the wall of your apartment building and you sighed with relief. Relief was in sight as you landed on your fire escape. Your mind wandered to the phone you had left on your desk when you went out patrolling for the night.

Without a doubt there was probably a million missed texts and phonecalls. Plenty of them from Kate. Your sweet friend Kate, the girl you had been hopelessly in love with since you met her in a freshman year intro to creative writing class. She had sat down next to you and given you one of her famous million dollar smiles. And you have essentially be inseparable ever since. She was honestly the prettiest thing you had ever seen. Dark hair, crystalline blue eyes, full lips and lashes, and a million beauty marks decorating her face. You could’ve swore you could sit down and count them for days and never get bored. You missed her, you thought. You should call her once you get yourself cleaned up.

Gently opening your bedroom window, you entered quietly, not wanting to disturb your downstairs neighbors or anyone else you shared the fire escape with. After shutting the window just as quietly as you opened it you took a deep sigh before reaching for your mask, ready to relieve the uncomfortable sticky feeling of blood on your face.

The whizz of an arrow next to your head stopped your motions. Before it had even collided with the wall behind you, you had webbed the nearest heavy object into your hands. Some antique bookend that your mom had SWORN would come in handy at some point, and you guessed now she was right. You readied yourself, ready to put up a fight. Nothing was coming between you and the date you had with your bed.

Your bedside table light flicked on, revealing none other but Kate Bishop in her superhero get up, bow drawn and arrow pointed directly at your head. You swallowed nervously, knowing Kate had deadly aim with her bow.

“Kate?!” You were shocked at her standing in your bedroom.

“Who are you? “ she questioned you. She spoke in a register lower than her own, probably as some sort of intimidation tactic. Cute. You started to lower the bookend.

“Oh my god spidergirl knows my name..” she dropped her tough girl act for a moment, letting the excitement take over her face.

“Not the point, why are you in this apartment?” She questioned you again, taking a step towards you.

“Okay okay!!” You panicked a little. You set the bookend on your windowsill, your hands up in a surrender.

Deciding to rip the bandaid off as quick as possible, you reach for your mask, pulling it off in one swift tug. Your hair falls around your face, the loose bun you had it in sitting limply on your neck. You sniff slightly.

Kate’s bow clatters to the ground, the arrow she had loaded rolling to your wall . Her mouth hangs slightly agape.

“Oh my god-“ she begins to pace your room, her hands going up to tug at her hair.

“Oh my fucking god”

“-Kate” you go to comfort her

“You’re fucking spider girl??” She looks at you frantically , eyes searching your face.

You put your hands on her arms, holding her still as she looked over you. Her thumb goes to the drying blood that’s below your nose and smeared on your lips.

“You’re spider girl and you’re..you’re hurt” she goes to touch your split brow, you wince slightly. A blush creeping on your cheeks as she runs her fingers over the other injuries in your face. You’ve never seen this look on her face. Her brows are scrunched together, a pretty pout on her lips. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve sworn she was sad.

“Kate I can explain everything I just-“

“Sit down, I need your peroxide”

“Kate can’t we just talk for a minute?”

“Sit” she commands, and you obey. You sit on your bed, hands folded awkwardly in your lap as Kate leaves for your bathroom to go find your first aid supplies.

“Why uh..why were you in my apartment…in the dark?” You ask her. You can hear rummaging around the cabinet. You begin to take your hair out of the bun, slowly working the knots out with your fingers.

“You hadn’t responded to my calls…I got worried”

“So you broke into my house?” You scoff.

Kate appears from the bathroom, an array of first aid supplies in her hands.

“It technically wasn’t breaking in. There’s a key under your mat” she sits on your bed, spreading everything across the quilt. She ends the conversation at that, beginning on cleaning your face, freeing it of the now dry and itchy blood that was caked on your face and lips.

She’s so pretty. Your hands begin to clam up and your heart rate escalates. If you didn’t know any better you’d think she can hear it from outside your body. She continues her first aid. Swiping ointment on your cuts and applying bandages.

“Where’d you learn how to do first aid?” You question, watching her work.

“Clint, he told me I did a shit job the first time I did it myself” she chuckles slightly to herself . You should’ve known.

When you had met Kate she was nothing but a pretty girl archery captain who had dreams of becoming an Avenger. But a lot had changed since then and she was now almost there, becoming the protégé of the world famous Hawkeye. According to Kate’s calculations she thinks Clint is “ready to pass down the title”.

“And that should do it for the face, take your suit off and I’ll do the rest” Kate’s worried. You can see it in her eyes. Normally not one for serious conversations, now thrust into something that was life altering.

You reach for the clasps of your suit, only stopping for a moment when you think about the situation at hand.

“Kate I’m sorry for keeping this from you” you feel bad. Kate had been so open and honest with her superhero journey, so why hadn’t you?

“How long..how long have you been Yknow..a superhero?” Kate avoids your eyes. It crushes you a little.

“Um, about a year?” You cringe hearing it come out of your mouth.

Kate hits you. You wince.

“A whole year? Are you kidding me?? Oh my god” she blows up on you.

“A whole year and you didn’t tell me you’re Spider Girl?” She puts her hands on your thighs , you tense up at her touch.

“I didn’t want to steal your thunder! You had Clint, and the Ronan and the Rockefeller tree! You had a huge couple months!” It was true. Kate did have the biggest couple months of her life, and what kind of friend would you be if you made it all about yourself.

“Yeah but then..that means you were going through all of this..” Kate gestures to your predicament, “by yourself..”

Tears well up in your eyes for a minute.

“I just wanted to keep you safe, I couldn’t live with myself knowing you got hurt because of who I am”

They’re rolling freely now, Kate reaches a hand to wipe them.

“You’re an idiot” she half laughs half cries.

“I know I am” you say laughing with her, and leaning into her touch. It’s welcomed.

“I literally put on a ninja suit and saved a dog on live television and almost died I don’t know how many times, trust me I get hurt enough just being me”

You both laugh at that. She was right, she had done some stupid things in the time

Kate keeps her hand on your cheek as you both sit. Nothing but you, her, and the sound of the cars on the street below your apartment. She’s looking at you with something in her eye, something you haven’t seen before.

Observing your eyes and lips, your eyebrows and the cuts that she mended just moments ago. Kate takes her hand off of your cheeks and leans back slightly.

“I think I’m in love with you?” She says, almost as a realization to herself. She gives a giant sigh as the words leave her mouth, like she’s been holding onto them for who knows how long.

“And I- I want to be there for you when you’re hurt, and fix your cuts and ice your black eyes and I never want secrets between us again.” She’s rambling at this point, fidgeting with her fingers. She’s back to holding her breath.

Her words hit you like a ton of bricks, not able to understand if this is a dream or real life. Maybe you had gotten thrown into a wall a little TOO hard during your fight.

Kate’s eyes flick up to yours nervously. Watery blue eyes meeting yours. She bounces her leg off the bed. You take her hands into yours.

“I would..like that a lot” you smile at her.

“Really?” She swallows nervously. You nod your head at her.

Kate nearly tackles you as she lurches accross the bed, kissing you.

Kate Bishop is kissing you. The girl who lent you her fun stationary when your forgot yours in class. The girl who you had spent hours up in her apartment working on the world’s worst projects and presentations. The girl who you nervously watched on TV whenever she was on some crazy Avengers business.

You sigh into her, kissing her back. She tastes like whatever energy drink she had had earlier to give her as much energy as she had in the moment. Kate pulls away, laying on top of you.

“I think this could really work..you and me?” She’s giddy now.

“I think so too” you say tucking a loose strand of hair from her ponytail behind her ear. Kate inspects you again, playing with your hair . She’s smiling slightly, biting her lip as she looks down at you.

“So how does it work..Yknow..the web thing?” She’s sitting up, grabbing at your hands.

“Oh my god we’re dating for not even a minute and you’re already asking about my most personal secrets” you feign annoyance as Kate giggles at you a little.

“What can I say, I have a thirst for knowledge….girlfriend” she smiles proudly as she says the word ‘girlfriend’.

“Whatever you say…girlfriend” you grin back at her.

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[sevsdollette]

taking care of Sevika after she comes home from work

this is part two.

poor baby sev has a really tough job :( angst fluff and smut i guess?? sevika’s angry then you take care of her and then she fingers you ig that takes into account all three.

warning for blood, injuries, implications of violence. also contains smoking, fingering (r-receiving), making out

MDNI and men go away

the first aid kit was in the kitchen, kept on hand after all the time you cut your finger while cooking. while you were in there, you grabbed a glass and Sevika’s favorite bottle of whiskey. you also took your cigarettes off the living room coffee table.

Sevika was sitting on the loveseat in the bedroom wearing only her boxers. her elbow rested on the armrest, her hand holding up her face and rubbing her eyebrow.

“here.” you poured her a glass and she sat up to take it. her distant eyes were still somewhat elsewhere but she looked up long enough to say a proper thank you and she helped you light your cigarette.

you tossed on one of her giant shirts and got to work. with exhales of smoke coming from every other stressed breath, you sat beside her on the couch and began with her leg. the bandage was disgusting and she was nearly flinching the whole time. it was difficult not to order her to stay still. she was trying, you knew that.

the cut was long but not too deep. the bleeding had stopped for the most part. you wiped it as gently as you could with alcohol and wrapped it up again. you’d have to change it again in the morning, probably.

to deal with the cuts on her face, you needed to get closer. after a moment of fumbling, she got sick of you doting around the idea and pulled you into her lap. you straddled her, inches from her face, and she held your bare ass to keep you in place.

you had to focus on fixing her up. the cut on her brow wasn’t too bad either. you just wiped it off and it was already forming a scab. her cheek was the problem. it was gnarly and you had to pull out one of your butterfly bandaids to hold it together.

cleaning it was the first hurdle. Sevika was struggling to stay still and you were trying your best to be nice, but her health came before her comfort. no one knew just how many diseases and infections there were in Zaun, but you didn’t want to find out.

every so often, you give her a kiss. she’d pitifully tilt her head up, capturing your lips just to taste you for a second before letting you get back to work. she was gentle and solemn. once, she pressed her forehead to yours and shut her eyes to calm herself. it was the closeness she loved. the security of holding you and keeping you steady. she could endure anything if she could keep you right there.

“okay,” you said quietly. “you’re all patched up.” you gave her a small smile as you put your supplies down on the couch beside her.

she breathed and tried for a smile back. “thank you, baby.”

you nodded and stood up. she gave you her empty glass and you took the last drag of your cigarette before stamping it out in the cup.

everything was put away in the kitchen and when you came back into the bedroom she was in the same spot. her eyes lifted as you walked in and she motioned you over. “come back.”

your bare feet padded quickly over and you sat back in her lap gently. her hands went right back to where they were and she looked up at you with those tired, crystal-gray eyes.

you cupped her uninjured cheek and kissed her. she sighed heavily, leaning into you. her lips were a bit chapped but they felt like home. you were a sanctuary for her.

her hands moved to grab you just behind your hips. she pulled you even closer against her, maybe even slightly grinding you down onto her. she tasted you, her tongue curving over yours.

you ran your fingers through her hair and down to rub her neck. the muscle that connected her back to her collar was tense. as you dug your thumbs into it, she groaned.

her hands were getting confident. once again she rolled your hips over hers and squeezed the meat of your ass.

she bit the fat of your bottom tip and tugged enough to get you following for more. she gave you one last, savoring kiss before focusing on your neck. she dragged her teeth down your pulse point before finding a spot to bite and kiss. you moaned softly.

yes, you loved all of this, but you couldn’t help but worry she was only doing this because she thought you wanted it. if she wanted to sleep or relax, you wanted her to do that. she had to be so tired.

“sev, baby…”

“shh.” she kissed just below your ear. “i need to be closer to you right now,” she muttered. “i need to thank you for taking such good care of me.”

you sighed, your eyes fluttering shut as she found another sweet spot to kiss. hey, you were supposed to do anything to make her feel better. this was it.

her fingers moved more and more away from your ass to graze your inner thighs. she was spreading you more over her and barely reaching where you wanted her.

she drew her kisses lower until she was pulling down the hem of your (her) shirt and ducking your nipple into her mouth. you whined a moan, digging your nails into her back as she’s threatened your sensitive skin with her teeth. at the same time, her hands finally moved where you wanted her. two thick fingers slid between your folds and began to gather your slick.

they teased your hole as she left hickies over your tits. you were so delicate in her touch, sitting on her hand as she slid her fingers into side your cunt. her other hand came to start your rolling hips again and your head fell onto her shoulder.

“fuck, sev,” you cried. you focused on her curling fingers, trying to keep your hips at a pace you could stand. the room felt like it was spinning as she continued with her kisses lightly up and down your neck.

as her fingers fucked into you, the heel of her palm rubbed perfectly on your clit. her had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you could feel her hitting your g-spot with every thrust and curl. it was dizzying.

she kissed your jaw and whispered in your ear. “you’re so good for me, baby. such a sweet girl, making me feel better. let me make you feel good now.”

your chest heaved and you whined. “god—oh, god.”

“that’s it, babygirl, cum for me.” she urged. her voice was gravelly and tired. so deep it made you blush as she fucked you harder.

“just like that,” you pleaded. “don’t stop.”

she kept her blissful pace, only adding to it by sucking another mark onto your neck. pleasure filled your body and you nearly forgot the chaos that Sevika brought home with her. you were curled against her, fucking yourself on her hand. you breathed in the smell of her skin, right where her collar curved to her neck you were unreachable. all you knew was her: her scent, her kissing, her fingers. she explored you and every time i felt like something new.

a searing orgasm was building and it finally washed over you as she bit at your pulse point. you cried out, moaning her name and stutterings of i love you’s. she let out a breath of amazement as she brought you down gently from your high.

she slowed her fingers and pulled let out, leaving you shivering and missing the closeness. her hand that had been on your hip reached up and cupped your cheek and bring your mouth to hers. she gave you one, simple, loving kiss before leaning back to look at you.

after a few minutes, the two of you got up to go to bed. she practically carried you the few feet from the loveseat to your side of the mattress, letting you lie down and curl into your pillow before inevitably reaching for her to lie with you.

she climbed into bed and you held her. the night was back focusing on her needs. every once in a while she’d let you be the big spoon and it was on bad days like this.

though, it was a good feeling to know that you made the day a lot better when she came home. now, it was time to sleep. and before long you could sense a change in her breathing and a quell in her movements.

it took you a while to fall asleep. the stress always lingered even long after you knew she was home safe. but, you closed your eyes and pressed your forehead against her back. you weren't truly at home until she was there with you.

tag list (um it's small bc i don't know how this works. please tell me if you want me to add you or take you off):

@archangeldyke-all, @cacston, @sevsarm, @sevsbaby

[dejwritesarchived]

( 𝟽𝟽𝟽 ) ⸻ pretty mouth, pretty girl !

before reading please be advised of the following — female reader, female antomy described, reader is black coded (descriptors included), modern au/non curse au, usage of spit, titty fucking, established relationship (reader & choso are dating), this fic belonged to another character but i gave it to my pookie, enjoy !

The coolness of the silver rings that decorate his fingers touched his lips as he was in deep thought. He liked you. Correction, he was pretty sure he was in love with you.  He liked the way your tongue licked the wrapping paper when you two smoked in your favorite spot after a joyride on his motorcycle. He liked how you lathered your lips in whatever lip gloss was in your miniature purse that could only fit a piece of candy and probably about two other things. He enjoyed how you talked—your voice like a sweet tune on a Sunday morning. He enjoys the sun bouncing off your brown skin, giving it a perfect glow—like a spec of gold was sprinkled on it.

 Choso enjoyed how your coils fell in your face after a successful attempt at whatever hairstyle that had his oversized t-shirt you wore the night before drenched in water and hair products. He loved that you got along with his brother Yuji Itadori; former flings couldn’t tolerate the pinked-haired male. But you, you seem actually to be able to have a conversation with him—so any stamp of approval from Yuji was huge for Itadori. He can go on and on—create countless Apple notes checklists about what he liked, cherished, and loved about you. But nothing beats the one thing that had his cock twitching in anticipation.

The way you looked up at him when you were on your knees.

Your plush, plump lips are swollen from kissing. Your knees are bruised from the wooden floors below your body—Choso forgot to put a pillow down. But he was sure he’d put a bandaid and clean up the bruises late on, but right now, he wanted to focus on you. Your pretty manicured hands holding your tits tightly together with his cock wedged in between them. The lewd, wet sound of the spit he hawked down on them and the lube he found me in his nightstand was like music to his ears. His burning ears felt so hot that he could have been running a fever.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Choso whined while his hips bucked upward several times. He wanted to touch you some more badly, but if he did—he’d come so quickly.

“Like what?” You questioned as your mouth gasped open just in time for thrust forward in between your boobs and your tongue to brush against the slit on his pink-shaded mushroom-shaped tip. Being sure to let your tongue briefly brush against the silver hoop that created his Prince Albert piercing.

“Shit, I can’t wait to fuck you after this.” He grunted through broken whines as he increased the movement of his hips. He was bucking so recklessly that it was causing you to fall backward just a bit.

Your hand grasped at his toned thighs to stop him briefly, “Slow down! You’re going to make me fall.” You glance up at him through your eyelashes, and instantly his cheeks fade to a crimson color in not only humiliation but the fact that he is about to cum.

“I’m sorry. I told you to stop making that fuckin’ face, and you just do it.” Choso says, his teeth nip on his lower lip. If he could, he would bite his lip off in embarrassment.

“I can’t help it that my face makes you about to come,” You respond before you grasp at the bottle of lube that is next to your body. You opened it, lathering it between your tits, and now grasped upon them tighter. “Now, you might want to hurry before the others come over for game night.”

Shit, Choso was thinking so much with his dick that he forgot about the game night.

He didn’t respond to your words. He went back to thrusting his girthy cock in between your boobs. With each thrust, you’re trying not to let the grasp on your boobs go. With each thrust, Choso’s beautiful eyes are staring down at you and how you look. 

This was the look he was talking about. The way your teeth dig into your bottom lip as if letting him titty fuck you was the most important task that you must concentrate on. Or that on some thrusts, your tits are spilling apart in one hand because you were so eager to rub at your clit through your panties—he already knew you were soaked. Chaotic sexual activities like this always had your panties soaked. So soaked that they stuck to your pussy lips briefly when he dragged them down your legs.  

His finger grasped at the wooden nightstand next to his bed to gain some form of balance as his thrusting continued. His head fell back in a temporary bliss, and he could feel his cock twitch in anticipation. His thick cock being wedged between your perfectly sized tits was driving him insane. His body heat increased with seconds, and he tugged the graphic t-shirt up and brought the ends of it in between his teeth so he could get a better view.

“Continue that; I’m about to come, baby.” Choso coos softly. 

He could feel his balls grow heavy, and he knew that he was about to release a heavy load. The way that you knew him, his soul, and his body so well—you knew it too. Your hands grasp tighter at your boobs, and you begin to maneuver your body to match Choso's reckless thrusting between your boobs. He lets out a dragged-out slur of your name before he's a coming mess. 

Thick ropes of cum shoot out the tip of his cock, similar to water squirting out of a water gun. His hand gripped his cock as he angles himself to paint his canvas. You, his stunning girlfriend. You wait patiently—no desperately for his cum. His cum that he lets shoots all over your pretty face. His cum that drips down on your perky tits—just adding on to the mess that decorates your chest. 

The sight of his white-shaded cum imprinting your face probably became his favorite look. Especially seeing the sight of you letting your tongue drag alongside your lips to collect the liquor that splattered on your lips.

Maybe the game night for tonight can be postponed. 

[elizabethsnuts]

Little Surgeon

Alex Karev x Daughter!Reader

Summary: Alex plays pretend surgery with you on his day off.

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As Alex walked into the living room, he found you on the floor surrounded by your toys, wearing a tiny doctor's coat that he had gotten you for your birthday so you could match him.

"Daddy!" you exclaimed, your eyes lighting up as you saw him. "Look, I a surgeon just like you!"

Alex chuckled at the sight of you in the miniature lab coat. "Oh wow, I can see that!"

You nodded and put a shower cap on your head, pretending it was a scrub cap. “I boss surgeon and you be helper”

Alex nodded and chuckled as you put the shower cap on your head. “Alright, we can do that, you ready? Surgeons have to be very ready for surgery.”

You nodded eagerly, your head bobbing with excitement. "Yes, Daddy! I ready, I ready!"

Alex settled onto the floor next to you, joining you in your imaginary OR. "Okay, Dr. Karev, let's go over the basics. First, we need to scrub in."

You giggled and nodded, running over to the sink. "Daddy help! I need to wash!"

Alex laughed and got up to hold you up to the sink to wash your hands. "We wash our hands really well to make sure they're clean," Alex explained, turning on the tap.

You nodded and rubbed your tiny hands together as you washed them under the water. "Like this, Daddy?"

"Exactly like that," Alex said with a proud smile. "Now, let's put on our gloves."

You eagerly grabbed a pair of plastic gloves and struggled to pull them on, your small fingers fumbling with the material. "These gloves are too big!"

Alex chuckled and helped you adjust the gloves. "There you go, Dr. Karev. Now, let's get ready to operate."

You nodded and went over to your stuffed bear that was lying on the coffee table. “It okay Mr Bear! We gonna make you feel all better!” You said with a smile.

"Okay, Dr. Karev, let's start with a simple procedure," Alex said, handing you a plastic toy scalpel. "We need to perform surgery to remove Mr Bear's appendix."

You held your toy scalpel confidently as you began your pretend surgery. You mimicked your father's every move with precision.

"Okay, Dr. Karev, we need to make a small incision here," Alex instructed, pointing to a spot on the teddy bear patient.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "I know, Daddy. I know what I doing. I boss, you helper."

Alex raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh, you do, huh? Well, let's see what you've got."

With a mischievous grin, you made a swift incision, your movements surprisingly smooth for a toddler. "See, Daddy? I do it."

Alex couldn't help but laugh at his daughter's confidence. "You're a natural, Y/N. But remember, surgery is serious business."

You nodded solemnly, your expression turning serious. "I super duper serious!"

Alex matched your face, trying to suppress a chuckle. "That’s a good surgeon face you have on."

You nodded again seriously and suddenly shouted. “Bandaids! I need bandaids! Right now! Helper I need bandaids! Pink one! Pink one! Pink for emergency!”

Alex laughed and quickly handed you some pink bandaids. “Here! You have to save Mr Bear!”

You put on your concentration face and started to frantically put bandaids on the stuffed bear. You were very focused and determined to ‘save’ Mr Bear.

“He okay! I save him! He not bleeding no more.” You smiled triumphantly and wiped the imaginary sweat off your forehead.

“Well done, Dr Karev! I think you should become chief of surgery.” Alex said with a smirk. “Alright, now close him up.”

You nodded and pretended to stitch up the bear’s belly. “I closing don’t worry.”

You eventually finished your surgery and smiled. “I all done, he all better. I save the day!”

Alex smiled at you, he loved that you wanted to do what he does. “Perfect! I think that’s the best stitching I’ve seen in a long time.”

You giggled and gave Alex a big hug, resting your head on his shoulder. “Thanks for being my helper, Daddy! You very good.”

Alex kissed your forehead and hugged you back even tighter. “Well, I think you were an amazing surgeon.”

As you continued your pretend surgery, Alex couldn't help but smile at you as you played together. He didn’t regret taking the day off at all.