#gee im going to bed

[iamthemess]

I've been thinking about this for too long

DC x DP

Could be any batmember, but I'm using Tim because he's a liar and a scoundrel, and one of these days, it's gonna come back to bite him.

Danny and Tim are boyfriends, and they're been together for a while, but the rest of the bat fam doesn't know. Why? Well, it's not for lack of trying to tell them.

Tim did tell them. They just didn't believe him. They thought Tim was making up an imaginary boyfriend.

He's lied a lot in the past, and Danny does sound super made up, but how else is he supposed to explain his boyfriend is a half dead ghost king who is super obsessed with him.

It didn't help that Danny spent a lot of time being invisible, so it looked like Tim was talking at the air, which got more than a few odd stares.

And that whenever Danny sees any of Tim's family he disappears along with all his belongings.

One minute, they're on a date, and the next Danny is gone, and he's taken his hot chocolate and doughnuts with him just in time for Dick to walk up and bother Tim about his day.

Danny makes a bet with himself to see how long this can go on before they realise he's 100% real and Tim's boyfriend.

The batfam are trying to figure out if Tim is trying to gaslight them, doing a very unfunny bit, or he's actually lost his marbles.

They start drawing lines when Tim starts yelling, "HES RIGHT THERE!" While gesturing to empty space beside him and insisting there is another person in the room.

They sit Tim down and have an intervention which makes him wonder if he is actually crazy and Danny isn't real.

One very confusing spiral later and some heavy reassurance that yes, Danny is a real person, and Tim isn't crazy. Danny promises to introduce himself soon before they start trying to put Tim on anti psychotics.

I literally just realised that this didn't need to be romantic at all. Idk where that came from, perhaps it sounds more fun, but this could also be 100% platonic batmember and their not so imaginary friend.

[killjoy-prince]

This guy likes to sleep under my covers in the middle of my bed when I wanna take a nap

[invertedspoon]

dude... trying to play DD on citra and its literally running slower than genshin impact... GENSHIN IMPACT runs better on my laptop than pirated dual destinies (which the file size is only like.. ~30 MB bigger than AA4)

[eraserbread]

ur such a good writer im obsessed oh em gee. i wonder if you have any ideas for dilf nanami 😼😼 not even freaky ones but ugh he’d be such a good dad i am #5 nanami slut (hes not my #1 but hes UP THERE on the jjk husband tier list) anyway yeah ur amazing and super cool and virgin nanami was art

all those years ago when nanami swore he was gonna give you a baby in the heat of the moment, he truly meant it. he had a mind to infiltrate your life forever with a mini version of himself driving you crazy.

but, he thinks motherhood is beautiful on you. he held your shoulders as you gave birth, whispering how amazing and perfect you are -- that he has no choice but to love and cherish you forever because you gave him his girl.

yeah, nanami is a girl dad to the core. pink everything - glitters, bows, ruffled onesies, and princess movies.

if he didn't detest work five years ago, he surely detests it now. risking his life every day is so stupid now, but that's what funded the life he needed for his girls—for his beautiful little family that ran off of him.

nanami loves being the breadwinner. he loves coming home after a long day and seeing his girls cuddled on the couch asleep to movie credits. baby girl loves her princess movies—kento's spent a fortune to purchase movie replicas and custom-made designs to fill her room.

he approaches you two slowly, loosening his tie just a bit so its comfortable as he leans over the back of the couch, trailing a hand across your shoulder.

"hello, mama. you wanna head to bed? i can tuck her in." nanami's talking before your eyes even crack open, but you can hear it all. you two have been together long enough that he knows he can talk to you in this state. you're never really fully asleep - that's motherhood for you.

"god, you have no idea how happy i am to hear your voice."

you mumble, holding your five-year old daughter across the shoulders as she sleeps into your side. its going on year ten of marriage, now, even longer just as partners and then friends. it's safe to say you know your nanami inside out. all of his curse, all of his secrets and odd habits. his dirtiest desires, the way he showers. you have it all down to a science now. energy spent trying to love each other is mostly given to your daughter, now. in the best, sane parent way.

kento looks at her and feels delicate traces of cursed energy in her veins. but, he wouldn't tell you yet.

"yeah. go on and head to bed. i got it from here."

"i'm sorry, i couldn't make dinner, i didn't have time-

"i'll... order something, don't worry about it." nanami shakes his head, standing up straight with a grunt. he crosses over the side of the couch, rolling his head between his shoulders as he tries to come down from work.

you're both exhausted to the bone -- you with your fussy daughter and kento with both work and home; he's stronger than you tend to give him credit for because he never mentions his burden. he doesn't believe it exists anymore.

you watch as he leans next to you, sneaking a kiss from your cheek as he scoops up your sleeping daughter. she stirs a bit, but knows she's in her fathers arms. the size swallows her little frame up, and you can bet it feels safe as hell.

you sit up with him, tucking some of your daughters longer hair away from her face. she has his facial structure - slim face and wide cheeks and soft eyes. truly, his daughter. it's like you didn't even carry her for nine months.

"sweet dreams, baby." you whisper, kissing over her twitching forehead. you both were defintely starting to wake her up, so kento snatches her away.

"we won't hear the end of it." he mouths to you as he walks away, peeking at his girl every few seconds. once he turns into the doorway of her room, you take a breath and rub at your face aggressively to bring some life back.

if you could just stay awake for an hour, you could have some alone time. but, sleep was always better...

whatever. it's not like he's going anywhere...

[havens-iphone]

── backwards and fowards ꫂৎ ; grumpy!hamzah part two

wc ⋮ 3k

authors note ⋮ the past 2 days have been the WORST. im so thankful that my senior resident is understanding and didnt tell the admin i took a personal day off😭💔 if any of yall are in med school, NEVER and i mean NEVER tell the admin ur taking off because ur sick or js need a day off😞 anyway, FINALLY a part 2 that many people have been waiting for!! i asked chatgpt if this makes cuz im so freaking sleep deprived😭😭

your phones shrill ringing shattered the silence, yanking you from restless sleep. disoriented, you blinked at the screen, your vision adjusting to the harsh glow in the darkness of your room.

hamzah.

for a moment, you just stared, your heart pounding against your ribs.

it had been almost three months. three months of radio silence, of watching the group continue on like you had never been a part of it. of feeling like an afterthought.

and now he calls?

a bitter laugh slipped past your lips as your thumb hovered over the screen. every emotion you’d been trying to swallow—anger, hurt, disappointment—rose like a tidal wave. you could feel the weight of all the things he had never said, all the times he had dismissed you like you were nothing but a nuisance, all the nights you spent wondering what you had done wrong.

the phone kept ringing.

and against your better judgment, you answered.

“…what?” your voice was hoarse, laced with exhaustion. you didnt bother masking your irritation.

there was a beat of silence. then—

“you finally picked up.”

hamzahs voice was quiet, but you could still hear the familiar edge, that same indifferent, too-cool tone he always had. like this was nothing. like he hadnt let months go by without a word.

you scoffed. “yeah, and? what do you want?”

a pause. he exhaled sharply, like he was already frustrated. frustrated? as if he had the right.

“i—” he hesitated, and for a second, you thought you heard something almost uncertain in his voice. almost. “look, mandys been worried about you. she wont shut up about how youve been ‘off.’”

you clenched your jaw, gripping the phone tighter. so thats it.

not because he was worried. not because he cared. but because mandy had probably badgered him into checking in.

“you couldve just let her handle it, then,” you snapped, your tone ice-cold. “you clearly didnt give a damn before. why pretend now?”

another pause. you could hear the faint sound of him shifting, like he was uncomfortable. good.

“whats your problem?” hamzah muttered, irritation creeping into his voice. “why are you acting all—”

“all what?” you cut him off sharply, sitting up in bed now. your hands were trembling, but not from nerves—from rage.

like a dam breaking, everything came pouring out.

“all quiet? all distant? gee, hamzah, i wonder why.” your voice shook with suppressed anger. “could it be because i spent months trying to be part of your stupid little group while you treated me like an inconvenience? like i was nothing but an annoying noise you couldn’t wait to shut up? could it be because every time i tried to be nice to you, you made me feel like an idiot for even trying?”

hamzah stayed silent, but you werent done.

“i mean, really, hamzah. you had no problem making it obvious how much you couldnt stand me.” you let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “but i guess that was just me being dramatic, right? just me reading into things?”

you could hear his breathing through the phone. it was uneven now.

“i never—”

“you never what?” you snapped, cutting him off before he could throw out some half-assed excuse. “you never meant to be an asshole? never meant to make me feel like shit every time i spoke? news flash, hamzah—intent doesn’t mean shit when the damage is already done.”

his silence was deafening.

the pain in your chest felt unbearable now, and you hated it—hated that after all this time, he still had the power to make you feel so small. but this time, you weren’t going to let it consume you.

you exhaled slowly, forcing your voice to steady. “listen, if mandys worried, you can tell her im fine. i dont need you checking in just because she asked you to.”

“…its not just mandy.” his voice was lower now, rougher.

you let out another laugh—emptier this time. “dont lie to me.”

“im not lying.”

for the first time in the conversation, his voice carried something unguarded. but you were too tired, too drained to decipher it.

it didnt matter.

there was nothing left to say.

“i dont know what you expect from me, hamzah,” you said, voice softer now, but just as firm. “im not going to keep chasing after someone who clearly doesnt want me around.”

and with that, you hung up.

you slam your phone on the mattress, fingers going right to your temple to massage it.

you swallow the lump in your throat as you let your eyes wander around the room. minutes pass as your mind stays empty.

suddenly, your knocked out of the trance you were in by your phone ringing. expecting it to be hamzah calling again, you let out a frustrated sigh as you reach for the vibrating phone.

the name mandy is illuminated on it. all the tension is relieved from your body as you answer it

"hey mandy.." you sigh, hoping she doesnt bring up the call she 'forced' hamzah to do.

"y/n.. i miss you," she stumbles on her words. "please, come to game night tomorrow? i want my bestfriend back."

your eyes continue to wander the room. your mouth opens, words not coming out just yet.

"fine, ill come." you responded. you could practically hear mandys goofy smile on the other side of the phone.

"thank you, y/n! 8:30 sharp."

you exhale as you hang up, slouching back in bed. slowly, you doze off.

game night was tense.

mandy had convinced you to come, but the moment you stepped into the apartment, you felt it—the weight of unspoken words.

hamzah barely looked at you, his jaw tight, fingers drumming against the table. you werent sure if it was guilt or frustration, and frankly, you didnt care.

you had barely spoken all night, answering only when necessary, until mandy suddenly slammed her drink down on the table.

"thats it," she snapped.

the room went still.

"what the hell is going on" mandy demanded, her gaze flickering between you and hamzah. "and do not even think about playing dumb. i know something happened."

you swallowed hard, looking away. you werent in the mood to hash this out in front of everyone.

but then—

"she hates me now," hamzah muttered.

your head snapped up. "excuse me?"

he let out a humorless laugh, running a hand down his face. "you do, dont you?"

your fingers clenched into fists. "you do not get to act like you are the victim here, hamzah."

mandys eyes widened. "oh, hell no." she turned on hamzah so fast, he barely had time to react. "you absolute dumbass."

hamzah blinked. "mandy—"

"no. shut up." she pointed at him accusingly. "you treated her like shit for months, made her feel like she did not belong, and now you are acting shocked that she does not want to be around you anymore are you kidding me"

hamzahs mouth opened, then shut.

mandy scoffed, crossing her arms. unbelievable. "you act all cold, push her away, and then what expect her to just take it forever?"

the room was dead silent.

you swallowed hard, looking at hamzah. his expression was unreadable, his eyes shadowed with something you could not place. but you were not going to fall for it.

you stood up, smoothing your shirt. "thanks for the invite, mandy, you said quietly. but i think i am done here."

before she could stop you, you grabbed your coat and walked out the door.

hamzah didnt say a word.

and for the first time, you didnt want him to.

it had been a week since that night, and you hadn’t heard from hamzah since.

you told yourself it was for the best. that there was no point in dwelling on someone who never valued you in the first place. and yet, the conversation still echoed in your mind—his voice, rough with something unspoken, mandy’s outrage, the suffocating silence that followed.

you weren’t sure what you expected from him. an apology? acknowledgment? anything?

but hamzah was nothing if not consistent—when faced with discomfort, he avoided it entirely.

so, you decided you would do the same.

or at least, that was the plan.

mandy and you were hanging out, her arms crossed as she fell into step beside you.

“still ignoring him?” she asked casually.

you sighed. “not ignoring. just… done.”

mandy snorted. “okay, but he’s not done.”

you frowned. “what does that mean?”

she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “he’s been weird. like, actually weird. keeps zoning out, barely talks in the group chat, and last night, he left mid-game without a word. that never happens.”

you shrugged, trying to ignore the way your heart clenched. “not my problem.”

mandy gave you a long, knowing look. “no, but you are his problem, apparently.”

you shook your head. “i don’t want to do this, mandy. i don’t want to sit around waiting for some half-assed apology that probably won’t even come.”

mandy was quiet for a moment. then, she nudged you lightly. “you don’t have to wait,” she said. “but if he does try, are you going to listen?”

you didn’t have an answer.

it was late when you heard the knock at your door.

you hesitated, debating whether to ignore it entirely. but something in you already knew who it was.

when you finally opened it, there he was—hamzah, standing in the dim hallway, hands shoved in his pockets.

for the first time in forever, he looked unsure of himself.

“hey,” he muttered.

you leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms. “what do you want?”

he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “i—” he stopped, as if he didn’t know what to say. then, finally— “i’m sorry.”

silence.

you stared at him, waiting for the usual excuses, the dismissive attitude. but none came.

hamzah swallowed, his jaw tight. “i was an asshole. i know that. and i don’t have a good excuse for it.”

that caught you off guard.

your arms loosened slightly. “…okay.”

he let out a breath, as if relieved you hadn’t slammed the door in his face.

“i just—” he looked down, then back at you. “i don’t know how to fix it. i don’t know if i can. but i wanted you to know that i do care. and that i’m sorry for making you think i didn’t.”

the words sat heavy in the air.

and for the first time, it wasn’t just empty noise.

you stared at him for a long moment, your heart aching in a way that felt unbearable.

“you think an apology fixes everything?” your voice was steady, but the weight of your hurt was impossible to hide.

hamzah flinched. “no. i dont.” he exhaled sharply, looking down. “i just—I didnt know how else to—”

“you didn’t know how else to what? treat me like shit?”

his head snapped up, guilt and something raw flashing in his eyes. “i was scared.”

the words were so quiet you almost didn’t catch them.

you blinked. “scared?”

hamzah let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “yeah. pathetic, right? you—” he gestured vaguely at you, frustration evident. “you make me feel things i dont know how to deal with. and instead of being normal about it, i just—” he sighed, hands gripping his hair. “ruined everything.”

your breath caught in your throat.

because now it all made sense. the way he always pushed you away the moment things got too real. the way he lashed out when you got too close.

“you couldve just told me,” you whispered.

hamzah’s jaw clenched. “i dont know how to do that. i dont know how to love someone without feeling like im about to lose myself in it.”

his voice was hoarse now, filled with something you werent sure you'd ever heard from him before—fear.

your walls wavered. because deep down, you knew what he meant.

hamzah swallowed, stepping closer, his voice softer now. “but losing you? that was worse. so much worse.”

the confession hung between you, delicate and fragile.

and god, you wanted to be angry. you wanted to tell him he was too late, that you had already started moving on.

but the truth was, you hadn’t.

not even close.

hamzah hesitated, searching your face. “do i still have a chance?”

your heart clenched. because despite everything, despite the hurt, despite the mess—you already knew the answer.

you sighed, closing your eyes for a brief second. then, finally—

“you better not screw it up this time.”

hamzah let out a shaky breath, his lips twitching into something close to a smile. and when he reached for your hand, this time—

you let him.

hamzah’s fingers hovered over yours, hesitant—like he was afraid you’d pull away. but you didn’t. not this time.

his touch was warm, cautious, as if he couldn’t believe you were still here, still willing to listen, still willing to try.

“youre scared of love?" you murmured, watching him carefully.

his throat bobbed as he swallowed. “yeah.”

you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “and you thought being cruel to me would fix that?”

hamzah winced. “i thought if i pushed you away first, it wouldnt hurt as much when you left.” his voice cracked slightly on the last word.

you sucked in a breath, your chest tightening.

“thats the thing, hamzah. i wasnt going to leave,” you whispered, shaking your head. “you were the one who did that.”

a shadow crossed his face, his gaze dropping to the floor. “i know,” he admitted, voice raw. “and i hate myself for it.”

silence stretched between you. the weight of his words settled deep in your bones.

and then, a familiar voice cut through the tension.

“you should hate yourself for it.”

you turned, startled, to see mandy standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. her eyes were sharp, filled with the kind of protective rage only a best friend could have.

hamzah stiffened. “mandy—”

“no. shut up,” she snapped, stepping forward. “i have watched her cry over you for weeks. i’ve watched her doubt herself because of the way you treated her. and now, you think one heartfelt confession is going to fix everything?”

hamzah’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue.

mandy’s gaze softened as she turned to you. “you don’t owe him anything.”

your throat tightened. because a part of you wanted to believe that. a part of you wanted to walk away. but another part—the one that had spent so long wishing for this moment—wasn’t ready to let go.

you looked at hamzah. “i don’t owe you anything,” you echoed, and he flinched at the words. “but… i want to give you another chance.”

his head snapped up, eyes widening slightly.

mandy groaned. “seriously?”

you shot her a look, a small smile tugging at your lips. “hes an idiot,” you admitted. “but hes my idiot.”

hamzah exhaled shakily, a mixture of relief and disbelief crossing his face. “i swear, i wont mess this up.”

mandy rolled her eyes. “you better not. because if you do, i will be the one to kill you.”

a laugh bubbled out of you, light and unexpected. hamzahs lips twitched, and for the first time in months, the tension between you all didn’t feel suffocating.

it felt like something new. something fragile, but real.

hamzah reached for your hand again—this time, without hesitation. and this time, you intertwined your fingers with his.

hamzahs fingers tightened around yours, as if he was afraid you would slip away if he let go. for a long moment, neither of you spoke. the weight of everything that had happened, everything that had been said, hung thick in the air between you.

mandy huffed, crossing her arms. “whatever. i’m not sticking around for the mushy part.” she shot hamzah a sharp look. “but i swear, if you make her cry again, i’ll ruin your life.”

hamzah gave a small, breathless laugh. “noted."

she turned to you, her expression softening. “i’ll be inside. don’t take too long.”

with that, she disappeared back into the apartment, leaving you and hamzah standing in the quiet of the night.

the cold air pressed in around you, but his hand in yours was warm. grounding.

you swallowed, shifting slightly. “so… what now?”

hamzah exhaled, his free hand raking through his hair. “i don’t know,” he admitted. “but i know i want to do it right this time. i want to be better. for you.”

your heart twisted at the raw honesty in his voice.

“you hurt me, hamzah,” you said softly. “a lot.”

his grip on your hand tightened, his gaze dropping. “i know,” he whispered. “and i hate myself for it. i don’t—i don��t deserve another chance.”

you let out a shaky breath, studying him. for once, he wasn’t hiding behind his usual indifference. there was no coldness, no walls. just hamzah, stripped of all the defenses he had spent so long building.

“maybe you don’t,” you said honestly. “but i want to give you one anyway.”

his eyes snapped up to yours, searching, as if he couldn’t quite believe it.

his fingers twitched against yours before he lifted his free hand to cup your cheek, his touch hesitant, almost reverent. “are you sure?”

your chest ached at the quiet vulnerability in his voice.

instead of answering, you leaned in, closing the space between you.

hamzah sucked in a breath, his body going completely still as your lips brushed against his.

and then—

he melted.

his hand slid into your hair, his other arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer, as if trying to make up for all the times he had pushed you away. the kiss was slow, lingering, filled with unspoken apologies and promises.

when you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested against each other, your breaths mingling in the cold air.

hamzah let out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh. “i really don’t deserve you.”

you smiled, brushing your fingers against his cheek. “probably not.”

he huffed, but the corner of his lips twitched up, and for the first time in a long time, it felt like maybe—just maybe—this could be something real. something worth fighting for.

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[cyber333angel]

getting spanked by rafe because he saw you talking to a pogue..

you have been rafe camerons girlfriend for a long time, everyone knew you were his. there were signs to tell that you belonged to him all over your body. from the gold anklet that dangled on your foot, to the “r.c” tattoo that is branded under your boob, flexing when you wore a bathing suit . except not everyone chose to acknowledge how much you meant to rafe.

you and your boyfriend were currently at a party, it was a typical kook house and owned by one of rafes friends, kelce. sitting on the couch for about 30 minutes you watched as your boyfriend sold coke to a broad amount of people, you knew he sold and you honestly didn’t mind. but it did get very tiresome to watch. “rafey m’bored. we’ve been sitting here like allll day! it’s a party, i wanna actually do something!” your boyfriend ignored you, persuading a customers into buying some coke. “rafey!” you grip his arm and looks back at you “kid, can’t you see im working? go play with your girlfriends or something till im done.” you pout at him and mumble “y’re so annoying.” him not paying attention to you, you leave and go find someone who is actually willing to talk to you. you find a friend of yours and drink a couple of shots in the kitchen but she tells you that she needs to go the bathroom, you nod and stay put. soon after you see an old friend.

“oh m gee! hey jayj!” you have known jj maybank since you childhood. both growing up as “pogues” but since your parents had a good business they grew into more money, naturally making you two grow apart. “hey princess. how’s kook life been treating’ya.” you roll your eyes and talk to him for while. back at the table rafe hears from a friend that he caught his girl flirting with a pogue. instantly aggravated from the rumor, he makes his way to the kitchen, finding you with all smiles talking to some guy. furious, he steps between you and jj, “heard you were-uh flirting with my girl, is that-that true?” he looks at him picking a fight, you attempt to explain the misinterpreted scene to him “rafe-“ he pushes your arm away. “nah let the fucking pogue answer, baby.” his patience was gradually thinning out.

“calm down dude , theres literally zero reason to get heated.” jj says “no one was macking on your girl, alright trust-“ he was cut off by rafes fist connecting to his face, making him stumble to the ground. rafe grabs your hand and pulls you out of the kitchen “rafe what the hell! why would you do that, we were just talking!” ignoring you he makes his way to his car and opens the passenger side. you pout, “m’not getting in with you if your angry rafey.”

“sweetheart get in the fucking car, i promise you it will only be worse if you keep testing me, go sit in the car.” whimpering at the unsympathetic tone you sit down, you decide it’s best to stay quiet the whole ride. he pulls into the driveway of tannyhill and you try a last attempt to explain yourself. “rafey please listen t’me! I really was just catching up with him! I hadn’t seen him-“ rafe has his head down, rubbing his eyes. you quiet down when he puts his hands on your thigh, rubbing it up and down gently. he says calmly “go up stairs to our room and take all that shit off. when I get up there I want to see you with your ass in the air and your mouth fuckin shut, alright?” you nod keeping your head down, knowing there’s nothing you can do now. up in your shared room, you strip yourself of your clothes and climb onto your bed, feeling nervous of the punishment coming to you. hearing rafe come up the stairs you quickly get into position with an arched back. you also hear a faint jangle as he steps closer, in front of the bed he takes both of your hands and handcuffs them. you knew where this was going but it was inevitable to run from. rafe appears behind you “you know what you did to deserve this right? know how bad you disrespected me in front of people, you-you understand that right?” you shake your head frantically onto the soft pillow “yes daddy I know, said m’ sorry already!”

“I didnt ask all that, what your gonna do is count each time you get a spank alright? you can do that hm baby?” you nod again “yes daddy..” he pulls you by your waist to the edge of the bed, taking a seat and pulling you onto his lap, your legs and arms dangle off his thighs. you close your eyes and the first spank lands, a loud “pap!” echoing in the room. it stings, you squirm around in his lap “ouch!” you cry, but do as your instructed “o-one!”

“stay fuckin still.” the second one is even harder then the first. rafe had already done five brutal slaps on your right ass cheek. “your taking it like such a good girl..good job baby.” your right cheek was already feeling numb leaving your left rear end a little alleviated. you know you’ll be bruised and hurting tomorrow. rafe sees some of your slick oozing from your cunt, he takes two fingers and plunges them into your sticky hole. you flinch and mewl, he chuckles. “you like that shit? you like when daddy’s upset?” the slaps did hurt but you couldn’t admit it did turn you on..well you didn’t really need to admit it seeing how the evidence was shown by how soaked your pussy was. “don’t worry princess im halfway done..” he spanks you once more, wincing, this time you couldn’t count. needing a minute from the intense sting. your boyfriend leans in close to your ear, “c’mon what number was that sweetheart?”

“s-six daddyy please m’sorry!” he mocks you “aw four more baby s’okay, you can do it.” finishing the intense ill-treatment on your ass, rafe helps you up from his lap. now sitting on him with a bruised behind and tears running down your face. “what’d we learn today sweet girl?”

“not to talk’to other g-guys and respect you.” he nods “mhm that’s right. I didn’t want to hurt you alright baby? just need you to learn to respect me and know who you belong to.” you nuzzle into his neck “s’alright rafey, i know.. can you make me feel good now daddy, please! m’so sticky!” he smirks at you “yeah of course..you did so good for me and I know how much this needy pussy needs to cum.”

[leviackermanstoes]

Hopefully you do castlevania nocturne but if not please ignore!

May i request uhhh an alucard x (immortal, not half bampire or anything, they just happen to be immortal)reader where he just.. has a crush on them? Headcanons or drabbles! Its alright your pick!

The scenario is the reader offers the group shelter in their home for a while before the battle!

OH EM GEE WAIT THIS IS SO SO SO CUTE ANON🦋🦋🦋

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headcanons for adriān alucard tepes crushing on immortal !reader.

⚘️ when alucard first meets you, he's hurrying richter and maria to safety when he stumbles across your cottage in the woods. Sceptical at first, alucard knocks at the door with his sword at the ready. But he doesn't expect that he would come face to face with someone who looked like you.

⚘️you had rushed to the door with a fresh apple pie in your hand to see three rundown and dirty Warriors at your door. Two were young, only about 19 or 20, and the other was much taller than them, and immediately you knew he was a vampire like yourself.

⚘️You hurried them in after seeing the fear on the two younger ones' faces. Closing the door behind you, you quickly rushed to put your pie on the kitchen bench.

⚘️"what happened to you all?" "It's a long fucking story"

⚘️Alucard, who offers to help wash the dishes for you after seeing how much you had to do around the house.

⚘️alucard who admires how caring you are towards richter and maria's injuries, tending to them and offering them food every few hours. "Are you hungry at all?" "No thank you miss"

⚘️alucard who doesn't know why he feels so drawn to you almost immediately, knowing he's just met you and knows nothing about who you are. The gleaming gold in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know however.

⚘️alucard who can't stop blushing at you. As you sat and listened to richter and maria's crazy stories about their battles and the things they had seen, alucard thought you might have once had children on your own.

⚘️alucard who tells you how much he appreciates your help and for giving them shelter and protection.

⚘️alucard, who hadn't felt like this in centuries, doesn't want to leave you. When he sees you upstairs preparing the beds for them all, he can't help but drown in adoration. Even his thirst for blood had never been so strong.

⚘️alucard, who asks you about your time as a vampire and tells you about his own too. "Im almost three centuries old so there's quite a lot to talk about" alucard only chuckles. "As am I, and besides...where's the time going for us?"

⚘️alucard who wakes up the next morning afraid of leaving you here. Alucard, who wants to offer to take you with them, back to his castle to his world. To stay with him.

⚘️You watch as the three of them prepare to leave, alucard is staring at you almost as if he has something to say to you. For the first time in his life, he's found someone perfect. Who can actually stay long with him without dying of old age. He's found someone he wants to love endlessly and yet he doesn't know just how to say that.

⚘️alucard who holds your face in his hands and kisses the top of your forehead and listens to richter and maria gossiping in the background.

⚘️"I should like to come back here, if you'd let me" you smile at the dhampir. "I'd very much like that"

[k1mbe3rly]

HII!! i'm not a very active tumblr user but i discovered your account a day or two ago and the things you write are so impressive and beautiful!! ⭐ and if you don't mind i have a request for you i know it will sound really stupid but i'm just curious. can you write something about thanos and y/n having dated since high school and after playing mingle in the squid game y/n and thanos went to the bathroom to do something at night🤗 and y/n told thanos that she was 2 or 3 months (i don't know how long it took to figure it out😭) pregnant and since she found out she's been using pills to abort the baby (it's not her first time, and the reason is because she doesn't trust her own motherhood since she grew up with deficiencies)?? i said a lot, i'm sorry💗💗(i know it sounds so weird😔 and if there are any spelling mistakes sorry it's not my native language) Tysm in advance🎀🎀

yess sorry it took so longggg im going from the bottom of my request💔

Sorry for not telling you

warnings: just making out, pregnancy, mentions of abortions

You and thanos have been dating since high school, honestly you yourself is surprised how you even managed to last this long with him, he just seemed like the type to cheat and treat you wrong but he actualt never did which was surprising to you

He was a very sweet man and boyfriend, always treating you well and didn’t really talk to any women, so that was a good head start but sadlyyy yall both got into debt, so in the middle of random station a man came up to you guys, played a game, got slapped, almost fought the guy but held him back.

He gave us a card and we decided to call it as we both got picked up and suddenly fell asleep with this random gas they put.

The moment you woke up you immediately went to find Thanos as he placed his hands on your forearm and you placed your hands on his arms “Oh my gee! Your here oh my god i was worried!” he said quickly hugging you as you hugged him back, “Where the hell are we?” the first thing you said as he looked at you

“No idea, looks like shit tho, all these beds in the way..many for us eh?” he said smirking and raising an eyebrow jokingly obviously.

You nervously chuckled and looked away, you haven’t been completely honest with him.

For the past 2 months you’ve been throwing up like crazy, avoiding every moment of intimacy, before you called that card, you bought a pregnancy and came out positive, you’ve also tried taking abortion pills thinking it would even work yet it didn’t so you kinda panicked and to make it worse you haven’t told him yet and still feel you shouldn’t especially if we’re here.

So we did end up going into the games and to find out they were death games, you felt so stressed out during red light green light, you even clinged onto thanos since you started feeling a little sick.

Ever since that game he’s been watching over you, sure he noticed your behavior was a bit different but he brushed it off thinking it was just because of the games.

Time skip

The second game came, and you were lowkey even more stressing out but thankfully thanos was clinging onto you the whole game and even kicked out someone of the group just for you, you felt so bad for the person who got killed and even looked back at him but you know your life or his life.

“2 players” you heard a familiar ai women like voice say, It didn’t take long for thanos to literally yank you and run.

He pushed by people and even grabbed a girls hair pulling her back as you gasped, he pushed you into the room first and quickly went in panting, “Holy shit that was intense..” he said putting a hand to his chest, his chest rising up and down rapidly, “Are you okay?” he asked as you nodded.

You started too feel a bit sick as you put a hand on your stomach making a small face, “what’s wrong? your stomach hurt?” he asked again “N-no i just feel really nauseous..” you said hoping he gets a hint as he nodded, “Well the game is over, i’m sure it’s all the blood..” he said

They took us back to the beds as you still felt nauseous but just brushed it off, they gave us dinner which was only like 5 rolls..and a fork? like?

Not that long after dinner Thanos lead you to the bathroom, he smirked at you as he closed the door, “What are you doing..?” you asked as he grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him “i’ve missed feeling your body against mine you know” he said looking down at you as you just chuckled.

He kissed you and you kissed him back, everything was all good, the kiss was great, but eventually one kiss turned into a heated makeout as he kissed you a bit more aggressively

his hands traveled to your waist to the waistband of the sweatpants and slowly tried pulling them down but you quickly grabbed his hands, you pulled back from the kiss and looked at him, “What? what’s wrong? why don’t you wanna like..have sex anymore?” he asked in a bit of confusion, “Thanos..i have to uhh tell you something” you told him softly

“What, what is it?” he asked his hands going back to your waist, “I-i know i’m telling you this so late but for the past 2 months i’ve been feelings really..sick”

“Sick? sick like how? are you dying baby?” he asked “What? no..? i’ve just been throwing up every morning and feeling nauseous, and like..i’ve just been feeling weird so before we came here i bought a test..” you told him

He looked at you densely and just blinking awkwardly “test? like a covid test? oh my god are you positive?” he asked his mouth slightly parted

You got annoyed and rolled your eyes “No thanos! i don’t have covid!” you said

“Than what? what test! come on tell me already!” he said slightly inpatient

“I’m pregnant!” you yelled out

He stared at you, his eyes widen and he stayed quiet, he slowly backed up rubbing his forehead

“I’m sorry i know i should’ve told you sooner! i’ve been taking abortion pills but there literally a scam! i understand if you don’t wanna stay with me-.” you begin explaining as you felt emotional

“Wait what? your taking abortion pills!? y/n your hurting OUR BABY!” he said quickly getting on the floor and sliding to your waist touching your belly (sorryy i found this funny thinking he would do that like that usher meme😭)

You stared down at him blankly as he puts his head to your stomach “Oh my gosh you’re crazy.. don’t take those anymore! i’m ready to become a father. We’re gonna make it out of here! and have this baby together” he said looking up at you

You smiled at him touching his hair, “I hope so..”

“But can we just do one more game baby? please..” he said pleading up at you, you quickly frowned and rolled your eyes “C’mon please baby, the more money the best for the baby”

“Fine..just one more.” you said quietly as he yelped up and hugged you and kissed your cheek, you smiled, he took you back to the beds and voting started, obviously picking ‘O’ for him

A couple minutes after the voting it was a tie, His name Nam-su? Nam-gyu? motioned him to the bathroom after he saw someone go in, player 333, thanos glared for a moment and looked at you “I’ll be back okay baby? i need to take a wiz real quick..” he said getting up and giving you one last kiss as you nodded.

Who knows? maybe that’s the last time you will ever see him, maybe you will never see him come out that bathroom again, maybe that would be the last kiss he gave you. Nobody knows where they might end up.

[popeabbot]

RobbyXHoney where she gets hurt by a psych or pissed off patient 🤭

Knights in black figs

a/n: OH. EM. GEE, Dr. Honey and Dr.Robby are BACK! I almost switched this where Robby got hurt instead but it was not working, but here we are!!

Dr. Micheal RobinavitchxFem!Doctor!Reader

tags: Established relationship (married), Age gap (not specified but 20s/40s), PTSD, veteran experiencing an episode (this is dramatized and not always an accurate description of how veterans react), violence, angst, but also fluff at the end, very much hurt/comfort, medical inacuracies bc im j a girl, Langdon saves the day?? in this economy?? very much needed.

It happened fast. Too fast to even register. One moment you were checking on a patient and the next you'd become a hostage in your own ER.

"Mr. Prescott it's me Doctor Robinavitch." you announced, softly stepping into the dimmed room. Logan Prescott was a younger man, a vet. He’d come in for some head pain and you were trying to rule out if it was physical or mental. You were always soft with these patients, but should've had another nurse or even Robby there with you, but you knew you could handle him.

Leaving the battlefield didn't mean the war was over, you were all too familiar with the warzones that wage in the mind like a raging torrent.

Logan was curled up on the bed, not asleep but not awake, his hands clasped tightly over his ears. He'd told you he hated hospitals but knew he needed help, you'd bribed Myrna to get a bed in the hall so he could try and get some quiet in a room. You watched as he slowly rocked back and forth, humming a military cadance to himself.

"Logan? I brought you some Tylenol, then we need to do some testing down here before we send you up to imaging is that okay?" You made sure to give him plently of space, not always knowing how a patient with PTSD will react. Logan turned and looked to you, terrified and in pain, he sat up and took the tylenol gratefully. "I got you file from the doctor at the VA, you do have some history of head trauma, is there any way you can expand on that?"

You shined a light in his eyes as you spoke, routine. His pupils were reactive to light and sizing properly. According to Logan he had a few stories of gettimg hurt in combat- passed the finger test -but didn't remember any head injuries.

"My pain is all at the back of my head Doc," He winced again, "feels like the base of my neck is on fire all the time."

You chewed the inside of your lip as you felt the base of his neck for any injuries, not knowing this action would send everything sideways. All it took was a sharp press at the nape and you were being overpowered.

it happened fast. Too fast to even register. One moment you were checking on your patient and the next you'd become a hostage in your own ER. A hand grabbed the back of your head before slamming your face into the metal tray that sat beside you. Strong arms wraped around your waist and throat, locking you in place as a blade hovered near you. Logan barked an order at you, but it wasn't in English, you cursed yourself for not taking Arabic like your grandmother had begged.

"Logan, just drop the blade and we can talk about this-" the blade pressed into your top, wrong answer. "If we walk out there with you holding me like this shit is going to hit the fan, fast-" You tried your hardest to plead with him, craning your neck to see his face, but his eyes were hollow. He was running on a deadly autopilot.

"We have to go now. I trade you I get her back that was the deal." he growled in your ear as he began to walk to the door. Your chest began to tighten and your breathing was on the edge of becoming erratic. You weren't fearing for your life as much as you feared for the man who kept your body captive against his.

"I am walking out with a patient who is not in a clear state of mind," You called out to the hallway praying someone would hear you. "Do not approach aggressivley he is armed!"

The two of you stumbled from the room into the heart of the ER, which came to a screaming halt at the sight of a man with a knife to one of their own. And not just one of their own but Dr. "Honey" Robinavich of all people. One of the nurses tried to lunge at Logan before you could protest, earning a slice to your shoulder. You bit back your pain, shooting daggers at the nurse as he backed off, eyes wide with fear.

"What the hell is goi-" Robby couldn't finish his sentence as he rounded the corner with Dana, coming face to face with his wife being held up, bleeding. A wave of emotions crashed into him as he assesed you from afar. Blood was splattered across your face, a stream trailing down your bicep. Logans head snapped around as he faced Robby, seeing him as the authority.

"I'm here for our trade. I want my wife," He growled.

"Sir, I don't have her," Robby started gently, you felt an arm squeeze tighter around your throat. You tried to pull yourself free, hoping if you could speak to Logan he would listen to you. "You're in Pittsburg, you're safe. But you are causing a scene in a hospital and you've hurt someone innocent.” Robby brought his palms up in a surrendering stance, eyes focused on you the whole time.

Logan began to ramble again, in Arabic you assumed, but the more he rambled about needing his wife back the tighter his grip got on your throat. The edges of your vision began to darken, stars shooting in front of you.

“Sir, can you tell us where you are?” Dana asked, bravely stepping forward, Robby was locked in his place behind her not looking at you but looking behind.

“Unless you bring my wife back you need to get the fuck back!” He shouted.

“We’re trying to get her right now,” Robby cut back in, slowly pulling Dana behind him. “But you need to let her go.” Robby’s eyes were trained on you, your fear began to slowly wash away. He had you, he always had you. But Logan didn’t like his answer, he raised his blade to your chest. You had to think fast.

“Baby,” you choke through his grasp. “Logan it’s me. Please baby let me go.”

That got his attention. Logan’s grip on the knife faltered as he thought for a moment maybe he’d dragged his wife into this mess to get her back. You didn’t see Robby’s small nod, but as a needle pierced Logans arm, the knife made its home in between your ribs.

The panic set in. At first you didn’t feel the knife, didn’t feel your knees hit the ground, or the strong arms that lifted you onto a trauma bed.

Muffled shouting clouded your mind as your vision was darkening quickly. Was this how you were going out? Trying to help a patient? Stabbed in front of your family and maybe never heard from again before you could tell them all you loved them?

“Honey, Honey you have to stay with me.” Robby’s voice was shaky, fear coating each word.

You opened your mouth to speak, or at least you thought you did, but no words or sounds came out. Your ears began to ring and as hard as you wanted to stay awake, you couldn’t. Not anymore.

“Oh my God.” Was that…Langdon? Your eyes fluttered at the sound of his voice and the monitor quietly beeping behind you. “Robby I didn’t know he was gonna do that!”

“It’s okay kid, I gave you the go ahead,” Robby replied, his voice was tired. "None of us knew how he'd react and we had to get him down. She's alive...that's what matters." you rolled your neck to get a better look at you husband who was slouched in the shitty hospital chair. The movement sent waves of pain causing you to hiss, the men turned to face you. Langdon's eyes were wide with shock, and maybe shame. Robby was just happy to see you awake.

"You saved me Frank," your voice was strained, barely above a whisper, "I'm grateful for you." He almost broke right there, fingers twitching slightly like he wanted to come in the room and reach for you. He cleared his throat and mumbled a quick 'any time Honey' before he was whisked away by a beeping pager. He knew he needed to leave because as soon as the door shut Robby was curled up in your side, pushing your hair back and kissing the side of your face tenderly.

You couldn't hide the way the shakes took over your body as you thought about the day you'd had, being the empathetic person you were, Logan was on your mind. Tears pricked at your eyes, the pain in your throat radiated through your body, you'd become acutely aware of the deep scar that now lived in your chest.

"Hey, hey baby breathe," Robby's calm voice pulled you from the panic that tried to set in, you leaned into his touch, taking the Star of David that lay around his neck in your hands. Robby softly dragged his hands up and down your spine, careful to avoid the blossoming pain in your ribs.

"I want to go home." You choked out.

"Soon," Robby nodded, placing another tender kiss to your temple. "we don't have to talk about today yet but I love you so much, I don't say it enough."

Of all things you could've done a laugh escaped you, through the pain and the sorrow there was never a day Robby couldnt make you laugh. You cupped his beard, pulling his face down slightly to place a kiss to him. "I love you," you whispered back. That was all the energy you had but he knew everything left unsaid behind it. As the observational hours went on, you laid against Robbys chest, the drumming from his talking of hospital nonsense comforting you.

"I mean really it's been months since Pittfest we should not be seeing those rats still!"

"Call Whitaker, I got him to kill one at the house the other day because I felt sorry for it." The way Robby's full belly laugh rumbled against you like thunder in a summer storm made the stress of the day melt away completley. Your heart soared at the fact that your husband would come up with pure bullshit just in the hopes it would make you laugh.

Now you were home. Safe, away from the hospital until you had a psych eval but it wouldn't be for another 3 weeks.

You stared at yourself in the mirror. Robby had protested you getting out of your comfy bed after finally getting home, but ultimatley gave in, you dropped your robe once the bathroom door had (reluctanly) closed. Your face looked like hell, your nose had been taped but it didn't mean the crook would disappear, your top lip was swollen and sliced from where your face had connected with the metal tray. Patches of purple and green spread under your eyes like a sea of wilted moss.

Your throat was covered in black and purple splotches, just looking at it made the pain rear it's ugly head. Your hands trailed down to the white patch at your ribs, Robby said it took 18 stitches and it was a miracle he didn't puncture a lung. He never wanted to hurt you, not really.

"You hungry?" Robby asked through the door, your stomach growled in response.

"Starving!"

When you knew Robby had walked to the kitchen you slipped out of the bathroom, robe still on the floor and decided you needed a piece of comfort. The smell of your favorite breakfast began to travel trough the house, beckoning you to the kitchen.

"Mmmm, my favorite,"

Robby turned at the sound of your feet padding into the kitchen, his eyes taking in every piece of you as you'd traded your robe out for a teeshirt that just covered your ass and nothing else. Robby took you in his arms gently, his hands moving under the shirt you wore to press small circles in your back. You pulled robbys neck down till his head rested lightly on your shoulder. You would never forget today, because today reminded you why you woke up every day, for them.

For him

"I love you," You whispered in his ear. The rest of your weekend to come would be laying around in bed, eating good food and remembering how much you love each other, even if you didn't say it enough.

a/n: omg this was so fun to write, life has been insane so I was so happy to get some Robbyxyou (honey) content out!! I have big plans coming but I hope yall enjoy ~kisses

@ebodebo @kchronicallyonline @sceletaflores @that-sarcastic-writer

my dividers are from the lovely: @enchanthings-a

[stxrryskys]

SOMEONE ASKED FOR A READER WHO HAS TROUBLE CUMMING BECAUSE OF MEDS.

CURLY X READER SMUT

C/W: Antidepressants mentioned, suicide breifly mentioned, kinda angsty in the beginning, slow burn kinda, cunnilingus, p in v, curly is super needy😣😣

It's been years... Years since everything happened.. You wanted a new start, a new everything so you moved, you got therapy and you got a good job! ...... You got fired... You got worse....and you contemplated doing really bad things to yourself when you were walking and found a flyer for an intern ship!

when you found the flyer you sent in your resume through an email, a week later they scheduled your interview! you walked in to the building nervous, asking yourself why youre even there.. then just like that you ran into somebody, knockiing you backwards

"crap! jeez! are you alright?" you heard a man with an australian accent speak, you looked up and he was holding his hand out to you, he was wearing a pony express shirt, it was the company that the internship was for. you look his hand and stood up, looking up at the blonde

"I-i'm so sorry-"

are you here for the internship under the captain?" he had cut you off, his hand lingering on yours

"uhm.. i think so.."

"great! you seem super capable, if you get it i cant wait to see you-

"Curly! lets go!"

the blonde man got cut off by a brown haired guy who seemed.. really annoyed to say the least, he let go of your hand and shot you a wink before walking away. what was he saying?

near the end of your interview they said they wanted you! thats awesome!! and- wait... did they just say if you take it you'll have to be on a spaceship. For over a year?! you were hesitant to take it at first but your life was falling apart so why the fuck not. its been a couple of months since you took the internship and today was the day you arbored this spaceship, you stepped on that ship and basically hid in your assigned room the whole day, considering work didn't start until tomorrow, you got settled, sat on your uncomfortable bed and took your meds that your therapist had put you on, as you dry swallowed the big pills you heard a knock on the door, you hurried to put them in your bag and the door opened

"Ahah! So you did get the internship!" he looked familiar.. oh! it was the guy you bumped into on the way to your interview a few months ago, you can't believe he's on the same ship as you

"Oh- I should probably introduce myself *ahem* I'm curly! The captain of this ship! "

Oh.. Thats why he said he couldn't wait to see you

"Hi.. I'm "______"

"Beautiful name... So! We start tomorrow! Are you excited! "

"I guess.. "

"You seen tense are you alright? ""I'm fine.. Sorry"

"I'm fine.. Sorry"He tilted his head, you seemed upset about something but he didn't want to pry

"Right.. So tomorrow try to get up early, yeah? "

"Yup, got it.. "

He smiled and walked out of the room, the first thing you noticed about him was his bright blonde hair and Australian accent.. It was- endearing to say the least, he seemed like a nice guy, a bit on the more muscular side, he looked like he could pick you up with one swoop.

It was the next morning and you woke up early like he said.. You walked down to the cockpit and yawned

"Ah! Good morning "_____" did you sleep well! "

"Uh yeah I slept okay.. " that was a lie, the bed was hard and uncomfortable

"Yeah? Glad you did! " he hopped up with his one hand, now on his two feet.

his abs.

oh em gee

HIS ABS

they were practically screaming at you... the sweat going down in to the dip of his bellybutton...wow. just wow

"Are you alright?"

"uh huh.." you couldn't help but continue to stare

"oh! right! sorry I forgot about that!"

he untied the sleeves from his waist and pulled them up to his arms and zipped up the jumpsuit, he was certainly a sight for sore eyes.

"Ah..uhhhh n-no worries... sorry for uh- sorry for staring."

he just flashed you another smile and turned around and grabbed a clipboard.'so im just gonna question you to see how much you know!"

"Know about what..?"

'so im just gonna question you to see how much you know!"

"Know about what..?"

"Flying!"

"i uhh i dont know anything about flyi-

"You seem tense!"

he was right, you were extremely tense. you were in the same room as a really attractive fit man.

"Sorry, I'm just nervous i guess..."

"thats okay! it;s completely understandable why, you know nothing about be and you're supposed to be my intern for a year! i'd be nervous too!" he kept his hands on his hips the whole time he spoke. he seemed really understanding. "here: I'm Curly! im the captain of the tulpar and i'm 210 pounds and im 6'0! I like working out, and spending time with friends and family!"

......

he's a sweet guy.. genuinly..

"..its your turn!"

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"ohoho! you like reading? go figure!"

"y-yeah! my favorite book is if i had only told her by Laura Nowlin "

"what? no way i know that book!"

' you do?!"

he didn't, but he wanted you to feel comfortable

"yeah uh my friend jimmy really likes romance books

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its been 5 months since you started your intern ship on the tulpar and you and curly have gotten super close, out of everyone on the ship curly was the most respectful,respectable,funny, and sweetest person on the ship, you couldn't help but develop a slight crush on curly...you were day dreaming about him at dinner, playing with your food. you did'nt like interacting with other people on the ship so you showed up to dinner after everyone went to bed. you had to take your antidepressants twice a day, one in the morning and one at night. you had just finished your food and you took a sip of water along with the pill, you set the bottle down and sighed a sigh of refleif as you set the bottle down and sighed, then you heard the door slide open

"Oh! Hi curly! " you smiled up at him, grabbing your medicine off the table and shoving in the pocket of your jumpsuit. the last thing you wanted from the guy you liked was him pitying you

"hey Angel, whatcha doing up this late?" oh he noticed. you weren't slick with it either. how could he not, he wasn't going to say anything because he doesnt want you to get upset at him but he nnoted what he saw in the back of his brain

"oh couldn't sleep I guess, what about you? you're usually asleep by this time aren't you?"

"Mm... i guess the same reason.." he moved his tired body into the seat next to you, letting out a yawn

..........

well the silence is very awkward... i guess he just felt a little awkward after seeing that, he couldn't not bring it up

'What's the medicine for?" he was honestly worried, what if you had some sort of chromic illness?! he would hate for his favorite girl to be sick

"uhhhhh it's uhm.....headache medicine...?"

"that looked really big to be headache medicine...?"

"uhh yeah sorry..It's uhm medicine for... something.."

he felt bad for asking, obviously he shouldn't have asked but it was knawing at the back of his brain. "Sorry, i shouldn't have asked about something persona-

"nope! no problem! i-It's fine! i just-im gonna go to bed-

as you moved your chair to get up in a hurry, his chair leg was raveled with yours, causing you to stumble.

on

top

of

him.......

oh my god

your titties

right in his face-

you got up so fast and ran to your room, you were so embarrassed, you basically just sexually harassed your captain!

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oh god...you've been avoiding him all week, even though your his intern, you convinced jimmy to give you a bunch of tasks with daisuke to avoid curly. you were sitting in your bed late at night overthinking. you hated feeling like people hated you. it wasn't fair. why was god never on your side. why did he always have to- No! no wallowing while you're on a fucking spaceship! you popped a pill and decided to do the one thing that helped you calm down- Masturbation

sure it wasn't a healthy habit but it's not like you even had time to do it, it takes you forever to cum since you were on medication but everyone was asleep and you had no distractions. you unzipped your jumpsuit and undressed yourself.

after about an hour of trying to pleasure yourself you busted out into tears. Why did it have to take forever? You weren't asking for alot, you literally just wanted to cum. your hand went limp between your legs as you just sat there and sobbed, you were wailing you didn't even noticed the knock on your door

when curly heard you sniffing he decided to barge in

"Angel!? Are you oka-

he ran to you with no problem but when he saw you naked with your hand in between your legs he knew what was wrong

"C-curly!? Don't look at me!" you grabbed the blanket next to you and draped it over him

"W-what do you mean?! You're literally crying?!" He took the blanket off and stared at you in your eyes, having some trouble not looking at your breasts

"i-i'm just having some.....trouble...?" You felt so silly. here you were, in front of the man you're in love with, sobbing because you aren't able to finish. Curly immediately got what you were hinting at and his cheeks burned a bright red, then suddenly he got an idea

"you can just go..! it's embarrassing for me to be seen like thi-\

"let me help you!" he blurted out, moving his hands to go on either side of your body, his pants growing tighter.... He'd never admit this out loud but he's been craving you...

"Curly..? "

You flinched a bit as he moved his face closer to yours

"Please..? Can i- can I kiss you? "

"... Yeah-

With that he slammed his lips onto yours, it was passionate at first but then turned into slipping as he moved his hips between your legs, his hard on poking and proding at your wet cunt through his clothes. He's been wanting this and he's almost positive you've been wanting this too

"You want me to help you cum, yeah? " ... Well duh, but you weren't gonna out him through and hour or longer of torture since you quite literally can't cum

"Curly you- you don't wanna do tha-

He cut you off with giving you another sloppy kiss, moving his kisses down to your neck

"Why wouldn't I want to? You're beautiful"

... Welp here goes nothing

"I can't cum-! "

".. What? "

"I can't cum.. The meds I'm on make it impossible! It takes forever and I've been here forever trying! Trying to orgasm at least once but I can't! "

.. He laughed- the fucker laughed at you!

"Wha- it's not funny! I'm dying over here and your laughing at me!! "

"Nonononono!! You're just adorable.. It's cute how you think I won't be able to get at least one orgasm outta you... I'll have you know I'm very good at what I do! " he said enthusiastically as he dipped his head down and pampered your neck his lust filled kisses, starting to grind his hips into your cunt, you hadn't felt that kind of feeling in a hot minute so you couldn't help but moan at the unexpected sensation.. Oh he just fell in love.. "Fuck..do that again.. " he bit down on your neck lightly, leaving a small red mark

After a couple of minutes he sat up and unzipped his jumpsuit and took it off and it's not like you haven't seen his body before because you have but you've never seen his dick. Oh my god.. It's - it's massive??? You would NOT be able to take that what so - AH

He fell to his knees and grabbed your legs and moved you closer to his face..

"Is this okay, angel? " he began to kiss your inner thighs and you nodded

He wasn't one of thosen"use your words " guys becuz he knew you wanted it, you were literally crying.

After a couple of kisses planted on your plump thighs he stuck his tongue out and began DEVOURING you like full on munching..

Again. You haven't felt sensations done there in a while due to someone elses manipulation so.. You felt like you were in heaven

"F-fuck! Oh my god.. Uhm.. Don't.. Don't stop that please.. " you were breathing ready heavily, you arched your back a bit as he gripped onto your thighs, his stubble tickling you, his nose poking your clit

This went on for about thirty minutes and he just didn't stop.. You could feel him stroking his cock while he ate you out, him moaning into your pussy made you feel so fucking good

You were sad when he got up.. Your slick dripping down his chin, he looked like a wet puppy

"Why'd you.. Why'd you stop.. Was feeling good."

"Let me fuck you, please I need to fuck you"

That was all he said before he flipped you over so you were seated on his lap, the head of his hard cock poking at your stomach

"A-are you sure-? "

"Am I sure? Of course I'm goddamn sure" he grabbed your hips, lifted you up a bit and slammed you down into his cock

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He's been bouncing you up and down on his cock for a solid 30 minutes and you were getting tired.. He's came 7 times already, his cum resting on your titties and thighs, but he didn't seem tired at all, a couple more minutes and if you don't cum you're just gunna fake it to satisfy him. It's not like he didn't feel good because he did.. He really did and -

"Ah! Fuck! "

"Oh? Did I find your spot baby? " he's actually been hitting your spot but... You felt like something on your stomach was about to snap

"Fuck- y-yes ngh- keep- ah! Keep going please-"

"Yeah? You're gonna cum for me angel? Mhm.. Just like that.. Let go on my cock"

He moved one of his hands off your hip and began to rub your clit, and just like that you came. Hard.

"Fuck! Yes- ugh fuck fuck fuck! " you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tight as you rode out your orgasm

He fell back while he was still inside of you and you fell into him, breathing heavily..

"You're so perfect.. " he whispered and pecked your forehead..

"Thank you.. Curly.. "

"Of course angel, anytime. And I mean ANYTIME"

You giggled. You could definitely get used to this

HEY GUYS😣😣 THANKS FOR READING!! SCHOOLS BEEN HELL SO I HAVEN'T BEEN GETTING ANYTHING DONE ON HERE BUT AS ALWAYS MT REQUESTS ARE OPEN BUT DO NOT EXPECT THEM TO BE DONE ASAP BUT I PROMISE- I'M TRYING!!

[atsumwah]

too pretty!

featuring : matsukawa issei the loml <3

notes : you're jealous your bf is too pretty

you're aware that your friends are very attractive. 

oikawa's somewhat charming personality easily grabs a girl's attention, iwaizumi's buff figure immediately turns heads whenever he enters a room and makki had this boyish ruggish look that somewhat looks cute to some people. it's normal seeing them being hit on by girls and sometimes it's like a form of entertainment for you.

but your boyfriend on the other hand, now this is new.

you've been together since high school. you've always found issei attractive. he's not a smooth talker like oikawa, but his attentiveness and response when you talk to him makes you feel seen and heard. he doesn't seem as built as iwaizumi at first glance, but underneath those baggy clothes hid something you're glad only you can see and touch. he's not as easy going as makki, but the way he spontaneously shows up at your house at 3 in the morning when you're upset tells you maybe he's easy going when it comes to you. 

so falling in love with him was inevitable because all the things he does with you and only you are attractive. 

but you're not the only one who thinks that anymore. 

see, after your boyfriend figured out his own style that weren't baggy clothes and instead fitted his physique and also found a way to style his usual mess of a bedhead into luscious curls, he suddenly became attractive to everyone around him. 

and it pissed you off. he was always attractive without the sudden change but now its like that's all people see. 

like when you visited oikawa and iwaizumi at the gym and the manager shamelessly flirted with issei the moment you left to greet them. or when you visited makki with him at the cafe he worked at and makki's coworker only paid attention to issei and completely ignored you. or when you were out grocery shopping and left issei for five minutes only to come back to a girl who had the audacity to ask if he was single.

so yeah you're pissed off. and there's only one logical way to fix this.

"what are you doing?" issei asks as you settle down on his lap and ruffle his already done up hair. "baby, i just fixed it."

"i know. i'm ruining it." 

instead of being mad his hair is being messy, he raises an eyebrow instead. "but then we're gonna be late."

"you'll go out like this then." 

he has this amused smile now. "okay, what's up with you?"

"nothing." you said, somewhat proud of your work. "just fixing you up."

"this is the opposite of fixing me up, babe." he took your hands and plants kisses across your palms, then he rests his own hands on your hips. "why are you making me look like i just made out with you? there are other ways to achieve that." 

in another situation you would cave in but you had a mission. "you're too good looking. i'm trynna make you look less good looking."

this time, he laughs. "gee thanks babe. i appreciate the compliment." 

"i'm serious." you pout, though issei just keeps on laughing. "you're too pretty and girls are swooning all over you and you don't even do anything about it."

"whoa what," he stops, eyes locking onto yours. "who's swooning over who now?"

"everyone is all over you. can't you tell?" you huff when you realize his bed head makes him look even more attractive. damn it.

"honestly no." he says simply. "and you're…jealous?"

"i'm not jealous. i'm pissed. there's a difference."

"pretty sure they're the same thing, babe."

you squish his cheeks, framing his face with your hands. "stop being so pretty."

he chuckles and brings his hands up to cover yours. "this is really bothering you, huh?"

"maybe just a tad bit."

"you know i only got eyes on you, right?" he takes your hands off and leans in so you both are nose to nose.

"i've been told so once or twice."

"once or twice?"

"maybe hundreds of times but who's counting."

"and you know im stuck with you forever, right?"

"mhm," you indulge him by wrapping your arms around him, "you better be."

"so there's no reason for you to get all jealous." he says, eyebrows raising up as if an idea popped into his head. "what if you just kiss me if that happens?"

"like stake my claim? what are we, animals?" 

"i mean that's what i've been doing when guys hit on you."

"it is? wait, back up, when has that happened?"

"you're delusional if you think guys don't hit on you."

"they don't!"

"yeah well they don't get the chance to do it properly because my radar is just too good."

"oh my god, you're serious."

"deadass. and lemme tell you, it always works." he says proudly. "i get to turn you into mush and also send a warning to other guys. win-win situation."

"i do not turn to mush."

"really now?" he wiggles his eyebrows. "want a reminder?"

you think you've indulged him quite enough so you flick his forehead instead. he winces. good.

"so you don't mind?" you said, narrowing your eyes playfully. "you don't mind me staking my claim on you next time it happens?

"baby, please, I encourage it." he says, almost too quickly.

you giggle, feeling some sort of satisfaction that your boyfriend is all on board with you staking your claim in front of people. it should make you feel shy or embarrassed but it kind of makes you feel giddy instead. but he doesn't need to know that yet.

tempted to do a pt2 but it's just me reader making out w issei

[yutarot]

IN PERFECT SYNC [j.jh smau]

twenty-four — that same old dimpled smile. wc: 1.4k

knock.

knock.

knock.

he’s here.

you open the door with nothing but compliance. the cool air from outside flooding you with a chill that tickles your skin.

you brush your arm with the other hand, looking from the floor, slowly to meet his eyes.

he’s looking right at you, he has been since you opened the door, a searching expression in his eyes.

“hey yn.”

you pause and he smiles.

that same old dimpled smile.

“hi jaehyun.”

FLASHBACK: the night of chenles party. jaehyuns pov

he didn’t know what to do; with his feelings, with his life, with you.

he stands with yuta in the corner of the party, swirling a half empty cup in his hand.

yuta notices that jaehyun is distracted, so he tries to get his attention, tapping him on his arm.

“bro? you okay?”

jaehyun nods. “i’m just..”

“yn?”

there’s a pause. “yeah.”

“dude, you need to get over her. it’s been years. she hates you!”

jaehyun stares at him in annoyance and yuta laughs before apologising.

“im gonna go to the bathroom, have my drink.” jaehyun says, stumbling away from yuta.

“gee thanks!” yuta says sarcastically, watching his friend try and keep himself on his feet.

but jaehyun doesn’t make it to the toilet before his arm is dragged and he finds himself in a room, the door shut and a girls voice slurring to him. and she sounds angry.

“jeong jaehyun!!!!!!” the mystery girl yells, “you idiot!!!”

she hits him on the arm and jaehyun frowns in annoyance.

she says, “i hate you!!!”

jaehyun rolls his eyes, suspecting that she’s just the friend of some girl he slept with and “forgot” to text the next morning.

“well im sorry to your friend, but she isn’t her.”

he turns his body to leave the room but giselle stops him.

“she isn’t her?” giselle asks. “oh so your pining, that’s why you’re so moody.”

jaehyun freezes. this girl was persistent. “im not moody.”

“oh yeah right, you’ve always been moody!!!! ever since you ruined yn’s life!! you hate her, for absolutely no reason may i add!!!”

“you’re friends with yn?” he backs away.

“no. she’s just… popular.. everyone knows what you did.”

he tenses even more. he did ruin your life, he thinks. it was all his fault. he never told you the truth.

so now, he’s going to.

“i don’t hate her.”

the girl stiffens. “what?”

jaehyun walks further into the room, the absence of light and his drunken state allowing him to struggle finding the bed, but when he does, he sits, giselle sitting next to him.

“i dont hate yn, i never have, it was all a stupid rumour that i was too dumb to say wasn’t real in fear that she’d find out that i…”

“that you what?”

“that i like her.”

she sits up straight, silent filling the space between them.

“you liked her?”

“i like her.” he pauses, “of course i like her, she’s…she’s yn.”

“wow… thats…”

“stupid? yeah. i know. but you know what’s even more stupid?”

“what?”

“i made a dumb burner number so i could let out all my feelings without her knowing it was me.”

“what??!!!” she stands up. jaehyun looks at her in surprise. “so… it’s you? you’re Y?”

“yeah. how did you know that?”

“it doesn’t matter. look jaehyun, you can’t do this.”

“you think i don’t know that?” he stresses, “i’ve been trying to rid my feelings for years, i thought letting her hate me would atleast help with that.”

“…she can’t find out you like her.” the girl whispers, “you have to end this!!!!”

jaehyuns silent. “i have to end this.”

“give me your phone.” giselle says, arm outstretched.

“what? why?”

“because i’m going to help you get over her, even if it means she hates me too. and step one? letting her know.”

jaehyun hands her phone to jaehyun, and she types 3 words.

i’m over you.

“step two? you’re not going back into that party.”

“can i atleast know your name?”

“no.”

FLASHBACK OVER.

you let him in. just like last time. you’re willing to listen. you have to listen.

you have to know how this makes sense.

he was over you.

“but… the new Y, those messages… they-“

“were me.”

you’re silent. he looks at you with pity.

“it’s me. it’s always been me, before and now.” he pauses. “i’m Y, yn… again…”

“but… you, you can’t be..” you’re shaking, unable to understand what the hell is going on.

“listen, i’ll explain everything i promise.” he rests his hand on your shoulder, urging you to sit down. he sits next to you before he continues.

“the first time i told you i was Y… i thought it was a mistake. your friend giselle had tried to talk me out of it, even hooked up with me so i wouldn’t run to you, albeit i didn’t even know it was her until you told me, but i ended up coming to you anyways. and when i saw the look on your face? the disappointment that she warned me about? i couldn’t stand it. she was right, i had to get over you.”

your brows furrow, she had tried to convince him?

jaehyun continues, “so i lied, i told you i was over you, in hopes that i could do it. in hopes that, finally, i could forget about my feelings and let you be happy. but i couldn’t do it. and so i panicked. i tried to reverse everything. i was desperate yn, and so i tried to make it look like it was someone else again, that i was Y, past tense. i even spoke to yuta about it, and his dumbass said it was a good idea. i thought i made a mistake by telling you it was me, so i made up some random shit to make it seem like someone else.”

“what…?”

“it was always me… it won’t ever not be me. only from now on, ill try not be a fucking coward about it.” he laughs quietly, but when he notices the confusion in your face, he falters.

“i know i made this all so messy. but i care about you.” he sighs, “alot.”

“so all those messages saying ‘i’m glad jaehyun’s over you.’… that was just to make me think you weren’t Y, so that i’d really believe you were over me.”

“yeah.. i know i’m being selfish by telling you i still like you but, i hate lying to you. i don’t ever want to lie to you again. you don’t deserve that.”

you finally take a deep breath, one you’ve been holding since you let him inside.

“i like you, yn.” he nods down to your hands, asking if he can hold them and you nod your head. he takes them in his, brushing his thumbs over your knuckles gently. “i screwed up. this whole time, it wasn’t a case of me getting over you, it was a case of me getting over the fact that i wasn’t.”

you can’t help but smile in relief, a relief that you’re so incredibly unsure where it comes from.

“but i don’t think ill ever be.”

as if on instinct, you had risen to your toes, throwing your arms over his shoulders. his head falls to the nape of your neck and he hugs you, arms closing around the small of your back.

it’s warm, comfortable. you’ve missed this.

you can hear him, feel him, breathing. he’s finally calm, the same composed jaehyun that you and everyone else know him as. the hiphop team captain that only talks to those he thinks deserve his attention, and sleeps with the rest.

you pull away but he keeps his hands on your waist, you clear your throat and they flinch away, falling back to his side as he laughs.

“i’m sorry, about everything.” jaehyuns says, “i’ve made everything so hard for you, when all i wanted to do was make it easier.”

you nod, lips pursing into a small smile.

he continues. “i don’t expect you to suddenly grow your feelings for me back,” he laughs, “i just hope you’ll, maybe, hate me a little less.”

“thank you jaehyun. i mean it.”

his dimples show.

“and.. i don’t think i can hate you now.”

“really?”

“i mean… not if you try on a tutu infront of the boys..” you laugh, and he looks at you in terror before playfully chasing you around your dorm.

it’s nice, being friends with him again.

you should be scared. you should be anxious.

but something tells you, this time, he won’t let you hate him, that this time he won’t let his feelings come inbetween you.

something tells you this time will be very different

mlist — next

notes; well well well 😁😁😁😁 i am so absolutely horrified to post this chapter because ik you guys have been anticipating it like CRAZY😟😟 ive enjoyed all the theories and everything sososoooo much im definitely gonna include smn with possible theories in my next smau cus it’s been so fun🙏🙏🙏🙏 i rlly wana properly say thank you because u guys have been giving me so much support on this and it makes it so much more fun to write!!! i rlly hope you’re enjoying it as much as i am making it. there’s still quite a bit to go but Y is FINALLY REVEALEDDD🤗🤗🤗 (fr this time i swear)

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Candy ༯

synopsis: Your boyfriend’s an asshole, but everytime you break up without fail Clarisse always welcomes you with open arms.

a/n: hihi!!!!! I wrote this as a kind of quick drable to prequel feather but can be read as a one shot as well guess I should mention it is a college au sort offfff. General warnings asshole ex Luke suggestive themes weed things are implied but nothing outright said you know the drill read it or don’t!!!!

inspired by Candy by Doja Cat

You really didn’t mean to make it a habit.

But you knew if you went to your friends and told them about how you’d broken up with Luke for what had had to have been the fiftieth time this semester they’d tell you the exact same things they’d been preaching to you since the first time you “broke up”.

So there you were once again, standing outside of Clarisse’s dorm teary eyed in your pajamas knocking at her door.

It took one glance of you for Clarisse to figure out what had happened.

“So what was it this time?” She asked with a smirk as she motioned for you to come in.

“Good he was just being such an asshole about me going out with my friends” you say as you plop down onto her bed as you embraced one of her pillows.

“When is Luke not being an asshole?” Clarisse scoffed as she grabbed a lighter and a joint she had pre-rolled.

“For me?” You asked looking up at clarisse with bright eyes as she sat down next to you.

“No im just gonna smoke while you watch in misery” she responded as she lit up the end of the joint before placing it up by your lips.

Clarisse always knew how to make you feel better even if it came with a side of sarcastic commentary.

“Gee thanks” you replied with a sarcastic smile as you took the joint between your fingers.

You couldn’t help but admire Clarisse in this lighting. The way sweatpants hung low on her waist and the way her sports bra hugged her chest, but little did you know that you were staring…very hard actually..

“Stop looking at me like that” Clarrise scoffed snatching the joint that laid between your fingers her voice snapping you back to reality.

“Like what?” You asked.

“Like you wanna kiss me” She said taking a drag from the joint. You were staring at her lips now.

“What if I do?” You asked watching the smoke escape from her lips as she laid back.

“I wouldn’t let you” You frowned at her words as she passed you the joint.

“Why?” You asked placing the joint between your pouty lips before passing it back to Clarisse.

“Cause” she said taking a hit mid sentence “You know you’re gonna get back together next week and then you’re gonna feel all guilty for fucking around with me and I’m not gonna be at fault for that.”

You rolled your eyes at her words as you adjusted yourself your legs now on either side of hers as you straddled her

“I can handle my own feelings Clar. Luke’s probably out getting his dick sucked so who’s to say I can’t kiss you?”

“So do it. Kiss me.”

You didn’t even let the words fully leave her mouth before your lips were on hers.

Clarrise knew it was wrong of her to enjoy these moments so much. She knew she shouldn’t be hoping and praying that your dick of a boyfriend would pull a dick move so you’d end up on her doorstep all needy and desperate but gods she craved it so much. She knew it wasn’t real that it could never be that girls like you could never be saved from going back to your shitty boyfriends time and time again but aslong as it meant that she could indulge in you everytime you and Luke broke up she prayed that he would never change.

Your lips were the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted, and she was fucking addicted.

[otherone12]

Happy BDay, Gee!!

Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: HEYYYY, guys  do you miss me? 'Cause I miss you (Action Cat lol)... So, i cant promisse to post to much, not now, cause i have a whole book to read in a week, a short film to record, and a few assigments to do... an rn im sick (literally have to stop writting to puke lol). Hope u all well, and hope u like this one, it's a bit too short but after a month without posting... yeah.

It's not midnight in Brazil yet, so im still on April 9th <3

Summary: A cute fic to celebrate Gee's birthday.

- Word Count: 825

- Warnings: Age Gap! (reader 20-ish and Gerard 48yo)

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps1: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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Reader’s 1st Person POV

I woke up earlier than usual, Gerard’s arms wrapped around my waist, I felt his warm breath against my neck. I wanted to stay a little longer, but I had a few plans for today too, so carefully I got up, getting out of the warmth of his arms. 

I walked to the kitchen, trying not to make any noise, as I started to prepare breakfast for him. Just a simple black coffee, pancakes, fruits… in about half an hour it was all sattle in a tray, and I was on the stairs on my way to our room. But then, there he was, up, ready to start the day.

- You are no fun… - I said, still trying to not spill anything - Go back to bed so I can surprise you! 

- What? - He chuckled - Let me help you, babe.

- No! - I pouted - It's for you…

He gave me a small smile, his sleepy hazel eyes with an almost apologetic look.

- I know, sugar, but I can help you and-

- No, get back to the bed, Gee… - I keep walking, focusing on the tray.

- Okay, okay… - He smiled, walking back to our room.

When I finally got in, he was there, sitting on the bed. That wasn't exactly the way I wanted this day to begin, but yeah… that’s how it’s going.

I looked at him, smiling, placing the table on his side.

- Here! - I said proudly, and he smiled at me. Damn how much I love his smile…- Happy birthday, Birthday Boy!

His hand reached for my face, rubbing his thumb on my cheek. 

- Thanks, babe… - Gerard kissed my forehead, sweetly - But I’m not much of a boy anymore, I guess…

- Nah… - I tilted my head, and moved forward to kiss him on the lips, quick, but tender.- I don’t really care about that… Still my man.

- I love you so much… - He murmured, his lips brushing mine. 

- Yeah? - I smirked.

- Yeah. - He bit his lip a bit.

- Good, cause I love you too - I pressed a kiss on his lips again, he tasted so sweet… - And I planned to make this day all about you…

I reached for the fork on the tray, and picked a bit of pancakes.

- Open up, babe… - I held the fork on his lips, and he opened his mouth. Gerard hummed, that hum that said “really good”.

Before I could react, Gerard put me on his lap, I gasped surprised, and giggled when I saw him all cute holding me. 

- Way better… - He whispered as he buried his nose on my neck. - There is no way you can make this day better…

- Gee, it’s only 8am… - - We have a full day ahead... and you haven't seen your gift yet!

- Oh my god, there’s more? - He groaned playfully.

- Yep - I giggled as he kissed my shoulder.

The morning went well with these cute vibes. It’s not like we never do this kind of thing, but today was just… different. Maybe because it was his day, yeah… totally because of that. He is a bit shy of being the center of attention, but he deserved it. I made his favorite dish for lunch, and all the time I spent on that was worth it the second I saw the spark in his eyes.

Then in between a lot of kisses, I walked to him with a not too small package. Gerard raised one eyebrow.

- what do you have there? - He smirked.

- Dunno… - I made a face - something special for my man I guess…

- Oh, is that so? - He chuckled- He must be a lucky guy…

- He is 

I handed him the package, and he opened… there it was, the one batman issues he wanted for so fucking long, but neve found… well, i did.

His eyes were wide, pure schock.

- Babe… - He froze - How…? Where do you… ? 

- I have my ways - - And you deserve the best.

Instantly he put his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. 

- Thank you so much, sugar… - He kissed the top of my head - I don't even know how to thank you.

- No need to… - My head still pressed on his chest - It’s your birthday, Gee…

He held me for a while, swinging me a bit. He is so perfect…

At the end of the day, Ray, Frank and Mikey arrived at our house, we had some pizza, even put a 48 candle on the top of that. We talked, laughed and I can tell Gerard was loving that… and so was I.

At night, before we slept, he was with his arms around my waist again, all cozy, and he kissed the back of my neck.

- Thanks for today… - He murmured 

- Gee, you don’t need to thank me! 

- I know, I know… but I want to…  - He smiled against my skin - And I love you, so much…

- Love you too, babe…

And just like that, I knew I did right…

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- So... That's it! hope u like it! feedbacks are always welcome!

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❖ take care of me anyway // yoon jeonghan

jeonghan x gn!reader, 1.7k+ words

tags: office worker!jeonghan not rlly relevant to the plot tho, sick fic, fluff, established relationship

warnings: brief fever-induced hallucinations ig?? but theyre rlly cute, pet names, reader has a cold

notes: im sick. like, 'i have a cold' sick. and i also have another sick fic planned so uhh yeah im a little Unwell in the head too

There are ten minutes left of Jeonghan’s lunch break when you finally call him.

“Hello, my darling,” he says, his tone both parts dry and amused. “How are you?”

“Sick,” you reply, and even just that word sounds horribly bunged up. “But you knew that already, didn’t you? You called in sick for me.”

Jeonghan just hums, smiling a little as he adjusts the phone against his ear, walking down the street back to his company building. “Maybe I did.”

You don’t say anything for a moment, and he can almost hear you pouting on the other end of the line. There’s a rustling sound as you adjust yourself in bed, and he sighs.

“How sick are you?”

“Very,” you say, miserably, and then give a series of harsh, wet coughs that has him wincing. “Very sick. I only just woke up, but my head is just…” You don’t finish your sentence. Just make a very pained sound like a wounded puppy.

Jeonghan chuckles. “Gee, I wonder how you managed to get so sick. It’s not like walking home in the pouring rain without a coat makes you ill, isn’t it?”

You whine at that, upset. “Han, I told you, I was gonna call you but my phone was dead. I had no choice! Wanted to get home fast to see you,” you add in a mumble, sounding dejected.

He smiles at that. “It wasn’t like I was going anywhere, though,” he points out. “I was all comfortably squished on the couch. I wasn’t gonna disappear any time soon. You could’ve taken your time. Waited for the rain to pass.”

“Yeah, but still,” you huff petulantly, then sniff. “Can you make soup when you get back home?” you ask after a beat, and sniffle again. “And also buy some tissues? And meds? And give me cuddles?”

Jeonghan chuckles at how pitiful you sound, resisting the urge to coo. “No.”

“What?” You’re whining again, and you sound all bunged up but Jeonghan just smiles, amused. “But your darling Y/N is currently suffering the worst cold in the entire world.”

“But alas, I think my darling Y/N is the sole person to blame for this cold,” Jeonghan says, lips twitching upwards. “Don't you think so?”

“Come take care of me anyway.”

“No.”

You make a noise of discontent, sheets rustling as you shift around in bed again. “Hmph. Worst boyfriend ever. I’m breaking up with you.”

That makes him laugh, the stunned sound being pulled out of him by your deadpan tone, and he grins to himself out on the street, rounding the corner until his company building is in sight. “Whatever you say,” he singsongs. “I’ll see later, okay?”

“Whatever. Bye.” A pause. “Have a nice day.”

Jeonghan smiles as you hang up, looking fondly down at your contact name. He’s standing in front of the company entrance, now, and he has three minutes of his break left. Just enough time to get into the elevator and up to his office.

He pockets his phone, turns on his heel and traipses off to find the nearest pharmacy.

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You’ve been drifting in and out of sleep the entire day, constantly stuck in that drowsy, so-sick-that-nothing-feels-real state, and you’ve hallucinated Jeonghan coming home a total of thirteen times in the past five hours.

At least, you think it’s been five hours.

Maybe it’s been less than that.

Whatever. Time is weird.

The point is, your mind is all fuzzy and everything feels like it’s floating, so when someone who looks an awful lot like Jeonghan comes into the room, you just groan. Hallucination Jeonghan #14 has come to pay you a visit, it seems, so you just frown and give him the response that you’ve given all his other clones.

“Go away. Stop trying to sell me fish.”

Hallucination Jeonghan #14 makes a confused noise at that, walking closer to your bed, leaning over to adjust your pillows and pull you up into a more upright position.

“I don’t want your fish,” you say, just in case he didn’t hear you the first time. “Stop it.”

That makes the hallucination chuckle, and his hand comes up to your forehead. 

Cold. Huh. None of the other hallucinations touched you before.

His hand drops from your forehead, swiping at the soft skin under your eyes gently, and his fingers are blessedly cool against your skin. You hadn’t realised how much you were burning up before.

“You’re really, really sick,” Hallucination Jeonghan #14 murmurs, and he sounds so concerned, before pulling out a bottle of water from one of the plastic bags he’s holding. Woah, you hadn’t even realised he was holding them. “Here, darling. Drink.”

You obediently take a sip once he uncaps the lid for you, before making small noises of distress when some of it spills down your shirt. Hallucination Jeonghan #14 (wow was it a mouthful to say, even in your head) just hushes you gently, dabbing at it with tissues that he’d procured from the plastic bags. 

“It’s okay,” he says softly, and his hands take yours, clasping them around the bottle. Once you’re holding it, he gets up, and for a horrible moment, you think this hallucination is going to leave again. You kind of like this one.

“Where’re you going?” you ask, but it comes out as more of a slur of vowels. You’re not sure he understood a word.

 “Drink up,” is all he says. He fishes out a packet of pills from the bag (it’s like a magic bag, you think blearily. It seems to have everything inside it). “Have these as well, okay? I’ll go make that soup you wanted.”

You nod, blinking. Dutifully, you sip the water that the hallucination has left you, because really this was one of the most gentle, doting, Jeonghan-like Hallucination Jeonghan and it kind of feels like he really does have your best interests at heart. 

Unlike the other Hallucination Jeonghans, who just wanted to sell you fish. This one really seemed to care about your well-being. 

You blink again, slowly. 

Oh. 

By the time Jeonghan comes back with a gently steaming bowl of chicken soup on a tray with a mug of tea, you're more lucid than before, pouting at him as he comes closer, having remembered his last words before you’d hung up the phone.

“You said you weren’t going to take care of me.”

Jeonghan doesn’t say anything, setting the tray on the bedside table, before sitting down on the edge of your bed, wordlessly picking up the bowl and spoonfeeding you some soup. You open your mouth easily, and he hums in approval with a smile.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let my darling be sick all alone, hm?” he says. “I can’t do that. Especially if you’re also seeing hallucinations of me who are trying to sell you fish.”

He continues feeding you soup in tiny sips, and the entire situation feels weirdly vulnerable, with you propped up on pillows and Jeonghan making small noises of approval every time you successfully swallow a spoonful. Like you’re a little baby bird, or something.

But he smiles so lovingly at you the entire time, so it’s kind of hard to feel too embarrassed.

“Well done,” Jeonghan murmurs, once you’ve finished half of the bowl. Your boyfriend is affectionate, almost overbearingly so at times, always poking you in the side or pinching your cheeks or tweaking your nose, but the softness with which he treats you right now is a whole other level of affection entirely.

Jeonghan cares deeply for you. You know that. You’ve never doubted how much he loves you, and he never gives you reason to doubt it. But still, when he smooths down your hair and strokes the back of your hand and gazes at you so gently, it makes you realise yet again that oh God, he loves you.

“We’re going to get you to finish the rest of the soup in a minute,” he says, reaching down towards the plastic bag at his feet, “but first. I wanted you to have this.”

Out of the bag, he pulls out…

A fluffy bunny plushie.

You blink, tilting your head, sniffing in confusion and also to try and unblock your bunged up nose. “What?”

“Say hi to Jjongie,” Jeonghan says. “He came up to me when I was buying your soup, and I couldn’t not bring him home.” The bunny’s pink ears flop adorably into its eyes as he holds out the soft toy to you. It even has a cream coloured ribbon around its neck. “He’s gonna keep you company whenever I can’t be here for you.”

“Oh,” you say softly, taking Jjongie from him with a smile. You rub your thumb over the soft fur of the bunny’s cheek. “He’s adorable.”

Jeonghan beams, proud. “Of course he is. He’s a me-substitute.”

You look up at him, smiling. “Han, I—” You can’t finish your sentence, too choked up. Literally. You suddenly start coughing, hand coming up to cover your mouth, and Jeonghan rushes forward with the mug of tea and an opened box of tissues that he suddenly procured out of nowhere.

“Hey, it’s okay, no need to cry over it,” he says teasingly as you glare at him, eyes tearing up from how hard you’re coughing. You accept the tissues and, when he pushes the tea insistently in you direction, you take the mug too.

“Yeah, yeah.” You blow your nose with one hand and then drink the tea, noting with a smile the subtle notes of honey in it. “Thank you,” you add, softly, looking down at Jjongie in your lap. Jeonghan really has gone out of his way for you.

Jeonghan just shakes his head, picking up the soup bowl again. “Thank me once you get better,” he says. “You can take care of me after. I’ll probably be catching your illness from looking after you.”

You grin, blowing your nose again, and even you can’t miss the way that Jeonghan watches you, eyes devastatingly fond.

“Yeah, but you’re gonna look after me anyways, aren’t you?”

Jeonghan grins, unashamedly bright. He taps the spoon against your lips, smiling wider when you sip the soup, the mug of tea in your hands, Jjongie the bunny in your lap. 

“Duh. I love you too much not to.”

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NOW THAT WE DONT TALK

summary: jack realizes yns music is quite literally a call out, directed towards him, and his brothers egg it on. pt.3

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“i called my mom, she said ‘that it was for the best!’ remind myself the more i gave, you’d want me less”

jack could’ve hit his head against the counter ten more times and the song would still be ringing through his ears like a splinter that wouldn’t come out of his hand.

quinns hand made contact with the back of jacks head. “knock it off, jack.”

jack groaned, shoving his head into his arms. he groaned again, this time the noise being muffled due to the his arm. “she wrote a song about me, quinn.”

quinn rolled his eyes. “you don’t know its about you” he told.

jack scoffed, head shooting up. “she literally called me out. the parties, that stupid red sea reference, even the chorus. its so obviously me. and then her newer single that dropped thirty minutes ago?’

quinn shrugged, “could be about trevor”

jack rolled his eyes, “no way in hell, quinn. they never hooked up and her newer one is about some guy hooking up with her later on—“

“you sound obsessed, jack.” quinn told. jack looked down, embarrassed.

“whats jack obsessed with?” trevor asked, walking inside the kitchen. he stole a grape from jack and popped it into his mouth.

“y/n’s song” quinn spoke.

trevor scoffed, “why are you so hung up on it? its just music.” trevor shrugged.

“hes upset because hes getting called out.”

jack groaned again, head hitting the counter.

quinn rolled his eyes again. “you’ve gotta stop doing that dude. listen— she probably made these ages ago and just now got to releasing them.”

trevor popped another grape in his mouth. “not too sure about that, but i know she started writing them when you two broke up.”

luke slowly walks in. “seriously? you guys are torturing the man talking about his ex.”

jack nods, signifying lukes words to be true.. luke goes into the cupboard to grab a plate. “just ignore it.” he shrugged.

trevor snorted. jack sent the boy a glare, causing his laughter to abruptly stop. “how can i just ignore it? shes getting big and her music is everywhere already.” he asked.

quinn gave him a look. “then face it, jack. you can’t keep putting yourself in denial for something you caused.”

jack let out an exasperated groan for the 100th time. “gee, thanks quinn. way to make me feel better.”

“dont start giving him shit, jack.” luke spoke.

jack rolled his eyes. “whatever, im going to my room.” he got up and went for the stairs.

all three boys looked around at each other. silence fell through the room. suddenly, the sliding door opens. “whats going on?” cole asked.

“quinn picked his side of the argument.” trevor spoke, slightly glaring at quinn.

quinn gave one back, “dont act innocent, trevor. you screwed her over too. you and jack need to own up to it and stop cowering like little kids. you are both in your twenties for fucks sake. grow up.”

quinn went off to his room, leaving a wide eyed group of boys behind.

jacks brows furrowed as he listened to the song in his earbuds. his girlfriend napped next to him as he sat up on the bed. he hates to admit it, but he kinda deserved this.

“lets fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later. if shes got blue eyes, i will surmise that you’ll probably date her. you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor, you search in every model—“

he stopped the song, taking his earbuds out and tossing them to the floor. he cheated, and now was dating the girl he cheated with. it was sad, really.

fiona, she was a woman who loved money. jack, was a man who loved attention. maybe that’s why they were together. but she wasn’t horrible like people said, right?

quietly, he went to tik tok and made a fake account, that way she knew he didn’t stalk her profile. i mean— she has no idea he even uses it still.

jack searched fionas name up, ultimately clicking on her profile. she had one video up. he clicked on it.

ick ick ick ick

she was lip syncing that really terrible audio that went ‘he chose me, he dont want you. he chose me’ and honestly, jack was appalled.

but before he could open the comments, she started to wake up. he swiped out of the app and deleted it, tossing his phone to the side afterwards.

“hey baby.” he smiled.

now that we dont talk!

tags! @honethatty12 (if u want tags, just ask <3)