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Ooooh I would love to see Prosecco h taking care of his pretty girl when she is sick :( and maybe she doesn’t tell him she’s sick but he finds out and is like 🥺

sooooo! I changed this just a little but I hope you still like it! thank you sm for requesting!!!!

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(Y/N) smiled, listening back to the voicemail Harry left for her this morning.

Those small gifts had become her favorite thing to wake up to, eager to hear his voice and know that he was thinking of her even when he had been in a rush to get to the office. More often than not, she was greeted with a stream of consciousness message about all of the things he was doing or needed to get done before he could head out, along with tender declarations that he would talk to her soon, and that she was on his mind. It was never anything particularly grand or cloyingly romantic, but (Y/N) saved every single one of them. Hearing his voice was a part of her morning routine now, she couldn't go without.

Though she was just as in love with this recording as the others, there was a slight sticky quality to his voice this morning. It was extra thick, seemingly heavy on his tongue as if he had a stuffy nose. But, he didn't mention anything about feeling under the weather.

She would have to check up on him later, she decided. Send him a text or call him on his lunch to make sure it wasn't anything more than allergies or those cold symptoms that seemed to pop up in the morning before a cup of coffee could flush out his sinuses.

Once the voicemail ended, Harry finishing with a small "I love you", (Y/N) pulled the phone from her ear, scanning through the rest of the notifications she ignored in favor of hearing his voice. There was nothing more to read than a couple of flags reminding her the schedule she had input on her phone and some social media messages from the girls she was growing closer to from her classes.

Bypassing those minute messages, she pulled up Harry's contact thread. Typing out a message, she reveled in the soft cushioning of her bed with her boyfriend on her mind.

i just listened to ur voicemail🤍 i hope ur day gets less busy but I love u too soooo much

also it sounded like u were a little sick over the phone are u okay?:(

Starting her day slowly, (Y/N) took her time getting ready, checking her phone here and there in hopes of receiving a response from Harry. It wasn't until she had a cardigan draped over her shoulders and bag on her shoulder, walking out the door, that her phone vibrated.

Though she knew that Harry would scold her if he saw how distracted she was crossing the parking lot to her car, phone in hand, she didn't really care. Especially when it was his notification that she was enamored with.

H🤍 My day's already getting better since hearing from you, love. Would it be alright if I call you on my lunch? I miss you.

No, I'm not sick, just allergies. Thank you for checking on me🩷

Her heart bubbled in her chest as she climbed into her car, a bashful grin splitting her cheeks. She could hear his messages in his voice, lingering over the soft sentiment that he missed her. Before pulling out of the parking lot she made sure to let him know that she was more than okay with him giving her a call later, attaching multiple hearts and kisses to the text.

She hoped she made him smile like he did for her.

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Blindly reaching for her phone to cancel her alarm, (Y/N) barely cracked her eyes open when she brought the device to her face. The time blinked up top, an early class alarm having pulled her from her dreams. Thursdays were always the worst day of the week in her eyes; she had to wake up extra early, wait around on campus after her morning classes ended because the hour-long gap between her afternoon courses was too short to head home, and most of her deadlines were set for 11:59pm that night. She dreaded starting her day when it came to Thursdays.

Allowing herself a moment of reprieve, taking an extra long blink of her eyes, (Y/N) finally sat up with the motivating thought of seeing what Harry had left her in his voicemail.

Blinking the sleep from her gaze, she swiped through her phone with sleep-shaky fingers. She absently pulled up her call log, expecting to see a missed call from Harry, attached with a voicemail to start her day with.

When there was no red bubble denoting a notification or a text message informing her of a missed voicemail, (Y/N) blinked extra hard in hopes of clearing her vision. When she recovered, coming to her senses more and more, there was still nothing to be seen.

Harry hadn't called her.

A pout formed on her lips. He never missed calling her in the morning. Since this had become a regular thing, there was never a morning Harry missed greeting her, starting both of their days off with a sweet message. She hoped he was alright.

Pulling up his text thread, she typed out a quick message.

good morning honey ! are you doing okay? i didn't get a voicemail from u so I wanted to make sure !! miss and love u so much call me when you can:)))))

When the receipts didn't quickly change to read, she took in a sigh. While it wasn't like him, there was a possibility that he woke up too late in the morning to give her a call like usual and didn't have time. There was always the chance that he had taken a late night hours before, working hard and allowing him to lie in this morning.

(Y/N) was willing to convince herself of either scenario, pushing her imagination along with the terrible ideas sprouting. She just hoped he was okay.

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Sitting in the quad, breathing in the first airs of autumn with her headphones covering her ears, (Y/N) didn't rush away from her textbook when she felt her phone vibrate. Finishing off her notes, she waited a moment longer, rereading what she had transcribed before plucking up her phone. The name on her notification had her heart skipping a beat

H🤍

Sorry, sweetheart. I woke up late this morning, and have been rushing around the offie all day. I didn't mean to ignore you, I'm so so sorry. Maybe I can call you tonight, on my way home? Love you so much.

Her lashes fluttered as she blinked, reading over his message. Honestly, a chunk of worry she hadn't realized she had been holding onto evaporated. The reassurance that he was okay, and none of the haywire scenarios that she had forced to the back of her mind had even been a little true, was freeing. He was just having a Thursday, just like she was.

don't be sorry im just happy youre okay!!! im sorry youre having a rough day:( is there anything i can do to help?????

yes yes please call me later:( I miss you:(

love you moooooooore :)

The time between the moment she had sent off her last message to the receipts flipping from delivered to read was almost instantaneous. The three grey dots popped up on the side of her screen just after.

H🤍

You don't need to do anything for me, sweetheart, you're already helping. My afternoon is going to be busy, but I should be out of here around the normal time so I'll call you around then. I miss you too.

It didn't feel right not to call you this morning, but I didn't have time. I think it threw me off.

Love you most:)

Laying back on the grass, music still fluttering through her speakers, (Y/N) smiled up at her phone as she held it over her face. It was always especially cute when he would add little emoticons or emojis to his messages.

i missed hearing u this morning too but its okay !!!! don't stress urself out too much this afternoon though just call me when you can 🩷🩷🩷🩷

i have to get to class now but ill talk to you later :))))

Harry's response came in the form of a string of hearts being sent her way, the messages making her smile before she pocketed her phone. Now that the anxious urgency she had before was now melted away, she took her time gathering her things and heading towards her next class.

Everything was turning up, she decided. Thursday was almost over, Harry was okay, and she now could look forward to a phone call from him this evening.

All she had to do was get through this final class.

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"Hi, honey," (Y/N) smiled, pressing her phone to her ear as soon as she saw the call blinking across the screen.

On the other line, there was a slight rustle. "Hi, love," Harry finally murmured, his breath coming out heavy, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," she sang, closing her laptop lid in favor of focusing on Harry, "Just waiting for you. Did you just get home?"

"Yeah," he sighed once more, "Been a long day. Sorry to keep you waiting."

(Y/N) shook her head even though she was well aware of the fact he couldn't see her. "Don't be sorry, H, stop. I'm sorry you had a bad day, what happened?"

Before he could answer, a rattling cough was heard over the receiver. Harry seemingly pulled the phone away from himself, the sound growing more distant before he returned a beat later. "Sorry, I jus—"

"Are you getting sick?" She didn't quite believe his explanation of allergies anymore.

"No, love," Harry muttered, his voice suddenly sounding thicker than (Y/N) remembered, a sniffle of his nose sounding a moment later. "I've jus' had a long day is all. 'M a little run down."

That didn't ease her any. (Y/N)'s lips thinned, a pinch appearing in between her brows. "It's okay if you're getting sick, H. I'm worried you're not taking care of yourself."

"'S not like that, sweetheart, I promise. After I get through tomorrow, everything will calm down and I'll be fine. Don't worry over me, okay?"

Every word that fell from his lips sounded less and less convincing. He definitely sounded sick with the way he gummed around his words through a thick throat, his breathing coming a bit heavier as if he couldn't breathe through his nose, and his reassurances sounded exactly like someone who was getting sick but didn't want to admit it would say.

Harry took her silence for exactly what it was: her disbelief. "(Y/N), love, I really am jus' tired. Thank you for worrying about me, but y'don't have to. 'M alright."

She swallowed. She supposed he really could be experiencing those cold symptoms for no other reason than the fact that he's tired, and has been going through a couple of long nights. With the weekend coming up, she too could argue that she wasn't feeling well enough to finish out her week, for no other reason than she would prefer to sleep in and do nothing instead of attending class.

"Okay," she relented, "Sorry to interrogate you, I've just never heard you sound like this before."

"I know, 's okay. But I promise I'm alright. I still need to take you to the aquarium this weekend, remember?"

(Y/N) immediately brightened up at the reminder of their weekend plans. "Yeah, so you better not be sick then. I have to see the sharks."

"Trust me, I know. You've said that almost every day since we booked the tickets." His voice took on a faux-exasperated tone, as if he couldn't wait to be done with their plans for no other reason than she would stop bringing them up.

A peal of laughter left her lips as she curled up on her couch, getting more comfortable now that she was talking with him. "You're so mean," she bubbled, "This is what I get for worrying about you? Maybe you should be sick and I'll just go alone."

"As if you'd drive yourself there."

Yeah, he was definitely feeling fine.

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While she was disappointed, (Y/N) wasn't surprised to see the lack of voicemail left for her when she rolled over on Friday morning. On the phone the night before, Harry had told her that he had another early morning coming, and it wasn't a secret just how rundown he was feeling. She had hoped, in the back of her mind, that he could be feeling well enough to send her a message in the morning anyway, but she couldn't blame him for opting to sleep a little bit longer before heading out the door.

Nonetheless, she still sent him his own good morning text, hoping it would brighten his day and remind him that it was finally Friday. He'd made it through the week and could now look forward to their plans.

morning honey!! i hope you have a better day but its friday!!!! we get to see each other tomorrow!!!!! text me when you can love uuuuuuu

Setting her phone on her nightstand, she proceeded to start her own day. Maybe, on the way to campus, she'd stop and get herself a matcha latte. It really had been a long week.

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just went to study in the quad and it started raining AS SOON as I sat down:( I had to run and take all my stuff back to my car:( and I think I forgot my favorite pen on accident :(

Pressing send, (Y/N) added her new lunchtime message to the string of blue messages she'd already sent that had gone unanswered. Even the read receipts hadn't flipped to anything other than delivered since her morning text hours ago. Of course there had been times where he hadn't gotten back to her by the time she had sent another text, as well as the other way around, this was just slightly out of the range of normal.

Being with him for almost a year allowed her to learn some of his schedule. She knew what his day to day must look like, just from the fact that he usually texted her, called her, or made plans around certain times of the day. It wasn't hard to pick up on the fact that around eleven-thirty he took a small break from his morning paperwork because that was when he would send her a message if he could. His lunch was always placed around twelve to one, something she learned because that was when he would ask if she wanted to come visit him, or he'd place a call to her while he ate. He left the office at the same time everyday, sometimes a little earlier and sometimes a little later.

With the time blinking past one-thirty with no phone call, text, or even the reading of her messages, (Y/N) didn't want to be worried but she was.

There were so many things that could have gone wrong, she figured. Her list of scenarios started with his phone breaking beyond repair, and ended with her sitting in a hospital waiting room. More than half of her worries were irrational, but that was unfortunately how her brain operated at times.

Without second guessing, (Y/N) pulled up Harry's contact before pressing the call button. As it rang and rang, she knew what the outcome was going to bet but she still hung on to the final trilling noise until it finally ended. The generic voicemail greeting played in her ear before she tapped the red end button.

Rationalizing herself, (Y/N) had to remember the way he had talked about how busy today was going to be for him. This week was all about prepping for a large conference meeting that would be taking place on Monday, including hours of paperwork, presentation reviews, and running in and out of meetings with other executives. While she thought she knew his day-to-day schedule rather well, that didn't mean that day like this wouldn't force him to deter. It was more than just a possibility that he really was that busy that he wouldn't be able to get back to her before he left the office.

He would call her when he could.

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goodnight! i hope youre okay honey just text me when you can

I love u

(Y/N) wasn't even sure how long she looked at her phone screen, waiting for the receipts to change when she sent her final message for the day. The thread consisted of blue messages she had sent through the day, no response in between. Her call log had three unanswered calls on the list, all outgoing to Harry.

It wasn't until six p.m. rolled around without a single response from him that she was unable to fight back the worst case scenarios she had rolling around her head. This just wasn't like him. He never stayed that late at the office. There was no way that through over twelve hours, that he didn't have a single second to even react to one of her texts, even just a short one telling her that he was okay but would be staying late.

Dropping the phone to fall in her sheets, her hands limp at her side, (Y/N) stared up at the ceiling. Something was wrong. Even if all it came down to was that he was so overworked that he fell asleep as soon as he made it home, that thought didn't exactly soothe her. It was scary thinking that something could have been so intense—work, meetings, preparations for the following week—that he didn't even have the mind to text her during his lunch. She just hoped he was alright.

She'd give it until the morning, she decided. Sunday was their aquarium date, and if she didn't hear from him by lunchtime tomorrow, then she was going to go to his apartment and see what was going on.

(In a very small part of her mind, a place she had shoved to the very back after everything with Andrew and Iris had been flushed away, she had the insecure thought that he could possibly, maybe, perhaps be ghosting her. While she could never imagine Harry, the king of communication, to go the route of ignoring her as a breakup option, that logic didn't necessarily win out against irrational insecurity).

Hopefully, giving him the night to rest and recuperate would be exactly what he needed, allowing him to get back on his feet tomorrow and reach out to her with everything she missed the day before.

Now, she just needed to figure out how she was going to get to sleep.

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There was no way she was going to get to sleep tonight.

Her brain was too preoccupied to settle, that much was apparent. She pretended as if she wasn't waiting for a notification to vibrate her phone with the way she picked up the book she was borrowing from Harry, barely reading any of the pages. She scrolled through her socials, distracting herself with videos and posts or whatever was fed to her to keep her from pulling down the top bar and checking for any messages she could have blinked through. More than once during her attempts at staying away from her phone, rolling away from her night stand and nestling into the sheets, she reached for it anyway.

This cyclical routine led her to stare up at the ceiling at one in the morning, phone at her side lest she get a message and not hear the buzz for whatever reason.

The later the hours got, the more her brain went wild. What if something happened and no one knew to contact her? What if he was really trying to break up with her through ghosting? What if no one even knew he was hurt in the first place and Harry was alone, scared? What if, what if, what if.

Throwing her comforter off her body, (Y/N) sat up in haste. She fit her phone into the pocket of her sweatpants before she was trekking through her apartment, heading to her kitchen. Flicking on the light, she stalked towards her cabinets as if she wasn't itching to grab her phone. Pulling out a glass, she filled it with water and took a long sip. Hoping the cold temperature would soothe her brain and settle the unease in her stomach, she stayed in her kitchen, leaning up against her oven, as she drained the glass.

When there was nothing left in the glass aside from a few drops and her anxiety was still flitting through her veins, (Y/N) felt restless.

What else was there to do? There was no way to fix this problem, but she couldn't see herself getting over it enough to actually get any rest. Her body had convinced herself something was wrong even if she tried to reason with herself otherwise. There was no way she was going to be able to beat out the quivering her stomach and rattling of her brain with logic.

Pulling her phone from her pocket, she checked once more for a notification that wasn't there. Swiping through to the text thread itself, she saw it was still the same string of unanswered blue texts sitting in the black void.

Rolling her lips between her teeth, she shifted her weight where she stood.

Would she be crazy to even consider going to his house right now?

She, unfortunately, couldn't stray her mind very far from the awful possibility that something could have happened, that Harry could be needing someone, and that was why he hadn't been able to contact her. It was a completely irrational, worst-case-scenario mindset, but one that couldn't be tamped down for very long.

(Y/N) just wanted to make sure he was alright.

That was all she could think of when she pushed off of the counter, heading towards her bedroom with a purpose. She tugged on a heavy hoodie, the oversized shape blending with her sweatpants, before she slid on a pair of slippers. She pulled her hair out of her face into a messy twist, chunky clip on the back of her head. Grabbing her keys and bag, she didn't give herself enough time to second-guess anything before she was beelining towards the front door.

By the time she made it to her car, key in the engine and dash lights illuminating the space, (Y/N) was convinced she'd lost it.

Nonetheless, she backed out of her space and started towards Harry's home.

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Using the key Harry had given her months back, (Y/N) let herself into his house. The lights were off throughout the space. His shoes were in a neat line along the wall, his jacket carefully hung up, and his work bag set up by the door like usual. Everything was immaculately perfect, as if he took his time and didn't rush a single step. (Y/N) rolled her lips between her teeth.

She set her bag down by his, kicked her slippers off the same, before peering around the living room. His kitchen was clean as far as she could tell, no crumbs or even takeout containers on the counters.

Her stomach sunk as she scaled his stairs. She was officially acting insane, wasn't she? Harry was obviously fine, and she just couldn't let him have a day to himself, could she? This is what happens when she obsesses over things, she ends up looking like a fool, and it—

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks as she stepped into Harry's room, the door having been cracked before.

In his bed, Harry was curled up in a bundle of wrinkled sheets. Large comforters were draped over his form with more sitting on the end of the bed. A sliver of his face could be seen, his brows furrowed in distress with his forehead shimmering with sweat. The lump of bedding shook as he shivered underneath the mountain of down. Did he know his teeth were chattering? Did he know he was making these slight whimper tones?

With her concern skyrocketing, (Y/N) crossed the space to his bed in quick strides. Up close, she could see the flush on his cheeks, the dry skin of his lips, the way he had his arms bundled over his chest as if he was still freezing under all the blankets and the hoodie he had on.

And he said he wasn't feeling sick.

"Harry?" she murmured, crawling onto his bed as she reached to place a hand on his forehead. She cringed at the feel of the damp skin, too hot to be healthy. He didn't even stir at her disturbance. "Harry?"

In a fluttering blink, Harry suddenly woke up, a hurried gasp filling his lungs. It took a moment for him to catch his bearings, his eyes darting around the space before they settled on her. His gaze was bleary, unfocussed as he attempted to take her in.

"(Y/N)?" he croaked, voice crackling and dry.

No wonder he couldn't call her, he barely had a voice. (Y/N)'s heart cracked just a bit as she looked at him, settling on his bed with her legs folding up underneath her.

"Hi," she smiled at him, hoping to soothe him just a little, "I thought you said you weren't getting sick remember?"

"Yeah," he answered in a breath, his eyelids going heavy once more as he sunk into the bedding, "I don't want to be sick."

"I know," she murmured, "But it's going to be okay, we'll get you better again."

A slight curl landed on his lips as she spoke. "Are you staying?"

"Of course, I am," she promised, running a hand through his hair, pushing the strands off of his forehead. Harry happily pressed into her hand, seeking out her warmth as another shiver wracked through his system. As sweet as she thought it was, she was less than impressed with just how intense his fever was. "When was the last time you took medicine?"

"I don't know," he mumbled, voice thick as his eyes shuttered closed, "I don't know if I have any."

"Harry, you're joking." He had to be, really. There was no way that her responsible Harry didn't have any kind of cold medicine at his disposal.

A smile once more tugged at the corners of his lips. "Maybe," he shrugged, "I can't remember."

(Y/N) sighed, knowing she was going to have to ransack his house and try to find any kind of medicine she could get him to take when he was a little more lucid. Until then, she was going to start small.

"Have you been drinking water?"

"Don't know."

Harry shivered as she looked towards his bedside table, finding not even a half finished glass of water waiting. She had reason to assume that he hadn't been lucid enough to even remember to hydrate during this whole thing.

"(Y/N)?" Harry crooned, voice too thick to be comfortable.

"Hm?" she hummed, carding her fingers through his hair once more.

Keening into her touch, he spoke with his eyes closed. "I'm tired."

"I know," she murmured, brows pinching when another shiver wracks his body, "You can sleep, honey. I'll find some medicine for you, and everything when you wake up, okay?"

"Okay," he sighed, completely compliant to whatever she had to say. Shifting under her palm, he turned his head until her palm was grazing the planes of his face. He puckered his lips and pressed a soft kiss to her palm. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too, honey."

She watched as a sleepy smile bloomed on his features before he sunk into his pillow, heavy blankets set on his form. He was out, just like that.

Watching over him, (Y/N) felt a guilty sense of relief as she saw a shiver roll down his spine. She didn't like seeing him so down, obviously out of it with fever chills going through his body, but this was a decidedly nicer outcome than the panic scenarios she had swirling through her head.

Giving him one more pass of her fingers through his hair, she backed off his bed. She doubted he would be sleeping very soundly, so she didn't have much time to go through and find all of the things he would need to get him through the night.

His bedroom door was left cracked open as she padded through his home. There was no way he didn't have any medicine laying around, she was sure of it. She just needed to find it.

"Shoot," (Y/N) murmured under her breath, fumbling through the cabinet in his first floor bathroom.

She was going to have to call the aquarium in the morning and reschedule their reserve tickets.

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"Harry? You've got to wake up for me, honey."

Harry wanted to open his eyes, he really did, but no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't. He was too tired, too cold, too enveloped in his vivid dreams.

"Just for a second then you can go back to sleep, okay?"

Taking in a heavy breath through his sore throat, Harry attempted once more to crack his eyes open. This time around he was successful to a small degree, his eyes opening into slits. Everything was a bit blurry, too hazy to make out exact details of what was around him. He was so cold—freezing even. The blankets weren't enough.

Above him, he saw who he was ninety-eight percent sure was (Y/N). There were vague memories of seeing her earlier in the night. He remembered the shape of her smile, the sound of her voice, her gentle touch through his hair. He thought he had been dreaming,

"You're here?" he croaked, deep crackles in his voice.

"I am, yeah," she crooned to him, shuffling closer to him, "And I have medicine for you to take."

"You do?" A sudden chill swept over his form. He burrowed deeper under his covers.

"Yeah, but you need to sit up for me so you can take it and drink some water."

His brow creased her words. "No," he whined, unwilling to abandon his cocoon for something so trivial like water.

"Yes," (Y/N) argued, "You're sick, H. You need to take some medicine so you can feel better."

He shook his head. "I'll get better later."

A soft peal of laughter filled his bedroom. "I think we should get better now, honey. I know you don't like being sick, so this will help it go away faster."

Her logic checked out, really, though it didn't really make him happy to admit. "Fine," he answered begrudgingly.

(Y/N) helped him sit up, his layers of blankets falling to his lap. His palms were sweaty as he clutched the hem of the comforters, his eyes going just a bit less bleary the more he blinked away his sleep.

At his side, (Y/N) was huddled amongst the folds of his bedding. She looked at him with a softened smile, eyes glancing over his features and whatever state he must be in.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, reaching behind herself to grab both the medicine and the water she had waiting for him.

Harry shrugged, his head feeling too heavy. "Tired," he grumbled, "I have a fever, don't I?"

Her smile downturned some, frowning at the edges. "Yeah. I don't know how high, but I think it's a pretty good one," she told him, "So we need to make sure you keep drinking and start taking medicine again."

"That sounds like a lot of work."

A huff of laughter fell from (Y/N)'s lips again. "I'm sure it will be, but I don't think it'll be much work for you." Before he could compute some kind of retort, (Y/N) was handing him a duo of pills and a glass of water. "Only sip the water, okay? Too much could make you sick."

Her voice was like static in the background as he moved with lethargic limbs, tossing the pills to lay on his tongue before taking down a large gulp of water. He could vaguely hear her scolding him for taking down too much right after she warned him to slow down.

"Sorry, sorry," he told her, throat not feeling quite as rough now that he drank something. "'M thirsty."

"I'm sure you are, but you need to be careful," she told him, her voice a soft soothe as she took the glass from his hand and back to the side table, "Just take it slow. Are you hungry?"

Trying to remember the last meal he had, Harry struggled to cast his mind that far back. While he didn't necessarily identify any hunger pains in his body at the moment, too much else going on, he figured they were buried somewhere amongst the crowded chaos.

"Yeah," he answered, voice thick through his burning throat, "A little."

"Let me go make you some soup, okay? After you eat, you can go back to sleep if you want."

(Y/N) made a move to shuffle off of his bed, but she didn't get very far when he reached out with heavy limbs to pull her back. "'M not that hungry," he murmured, "Stay."

"Harry," she started, her tone turning into a coaxing plea, "I'll be fast, and you need to eat, okay?"

Disregarding her attempt at reasoning, he proceeded to tug her back to his chest. Though he didn't feel particularly strong at the moment, (Y/N) helped by moving pliantly wherever he wanted, even helping him when he shifted them to lay beneath the covers together.

"'M too tired," he said, nosing at the curve of her neck, "I'll eat later."

"Harry," she sighed once again, "I was going to make that soup you like, though."

He only shook his head, pressing the tip of his cold nose into the column of her throat. He buried himself close against her, feeding into her warmth and the comfort the soft curves of her body provided.

"Later," he insisted, her voice slurring and weakening. He puckered his dry lips and gave a small kiss to the shelf of her collarbone. "Stay."

It was when he felt her hands return to his hair, carding through the swirling curls and scratching her nails against his scalp, that he knew he won.

"Alright," she relented, planting her own kiss on the crown of his head, "I'll wait until you wake up, honey."

All it took was shuttering his eyes, lashes glancing over her skin with a slow breath in, that he fell asleep again.

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Harry's muscles ached by the time he finished the small serving of soup (Y/N) had made for him, only small remnants of carrots and celery remaining at the bottom. While he was much more lucid, his fever finally having gone down almost a full twelve hours since (Y/N) started feeding him medicine, his body was now exhausted from the fight against his cold.

"This was really good, sweetheart. Thank you," he smiled at her when she came to claim his dishes and return them to the kitchen. In his now empty palms, she replaced the dishes with another duo of pills for him to take.

"Those should get you through the night," (Y/N) explained, "But just wake me up if you need to. I'm hoping the soup will help your throat so you won't wake up coughing again."

That had been the story of his day, at this point. In between the fever, the cold sweat, and the muscle aches, he had barely been able to sleep before he was forced awake by the burn in his throat that demanded he cough until he swore his esophagus was raw.

"Okay," he responded, voice feeling gummy in his throat, "Are we going to bed now?"

Dishes still in hand, (Y/N) pursed her lips as she looked at him. "Actually," she started, shifting her weight, "I was thinking—if you're feeling okay enough—that we could take a shower? I think it would help you feel better to get all the fever off of you and into some clean clothes."

To be fair, he fell asleep in these sweats Thursday night, and it was now Saturday night with the same hoodie pulled over his torso and heavy sweats that kept him warm through his perceived chill. But the idea of standing up for that long, in a space that hot and warm, already made him tired enough he figured he could fall asleep in an instant.

She must have been able to tell what he was thinking by the soured expression on his face. "We'll be really fast, I promise," she assured him, "I was going to wash your hair and everything, so you wouldn't even have to do anything but stand there."

While he was sure she was bribing him with the promise of washing his hair for him, taking the task off of his hands while simultaneously giving him the gift of feeling her nails scratch at his scalp and card through his hair under the warm spray of water, he knew he wasn't going to win when that offer was on the table. She knew exactly how to get him.

"We'll be fast?"

"Promise."

With a sigh, Harry caved in. "Okay, but if I fall asleep, y'jus' have to let me."

"I'll make sure you don't fall then," she pledged with a proud smile on her face, "I'll be right back and then we'll go upstairs."

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"Too cold," Harry grumbled, his bare skin erupting into goosebumps under the spray of water.

Reaching around his back to adjust the temperature knob, (Y/N) turned it up just a bit more. By her preference, the water was plenty hot, especially apparent with the amount of steam filtering through the room already, but she figured he was still fighting off a few chills.

"Is that better?" she asked, quickly pulling her hand out of the stream.

"Almost," he murmured, eyes fluttering closed.

His skin was quickly turning red under the temperature, but he seemed to revel in it. He threw his head back under the water, wetting his curls. His arms were barred over his chest, but she could still see the way he pulled in a deep breath, the sauna-like atmosphere cleaning his sinuses. She allowed him to luxuriate in the feel, hoping his muscles were relaxing as much as she knew he needed.

"Which shampoo do you want tonight?" she asked, looking towards the built in caddy he had in his shower, the cubby full of both his and her products.

"Yours," he answered automatically, his voice sounding much less clogged after reveling in the water.

With a soft smile, she retrieved the bottle, aware of the way Harry turned to offer her the back of his head to run the cleanser through.

"Fast, right?" he murmured just above the sound of the pounding water.

"Fast," she promised, sudsing up her hands before she was going through the soft curls with her shampoo.

Though normally Harry would have leant down for her to get better leverage and not have to reach too far above to wash his hair, she couldn't blame him as he kept the full of his height. His back hurt enough some days without having a cold running through his system, it didn't help when his muscles were pinched with fever chills. Nonetheless, she stood to the tips of her toes and did as best she could to get him back to feeling more like himself.

It didn't take long for the cherry-scented bubbles to start scenting the steam, wrapping around them in sweet ribbons. She smiled at the way he practically melted at the feel, rolling his neck and allowing her more and more coverage of the shampoo. It was a silly thought, but for a minute she felt as if she were playing as his hairdresser. Was she supposed to do small talk with him?

The thought had a huff of laughter puffing through her nose.

"What's funny?" Harry asked, his voice sluggishly warm.

"Nothing, just something silly," she told him, pulling her fingers from the silky suds of his hair, "Rinse your hair and we'll wash one more time before conditioning, okay?"

"Okay," he answered absently, turning to place his hair under the rinsing spray, the bubbles running down his skin.

(Y/N) couldn't help herself, following the string of bubbles that ran down his chest, flushed skin slick from the steaming water. If this shower were under different circumstances, she would have taken it upon herself to trace that line of bubbles with her own hands, but that would have to wait, she decided. The lines of his muscles were attention grabbing, but there was something in it that made her feel sad for him. It wasn't fun to see him, knowing just how strong he was, to be reduced down to shivers and half-lucid conversations all from a small cold.

With his hair rinsed free of all the bubbles, he looked to her, curls draping down around his face. "Again?"

"Again," she affirmed, "Then we'll finish up and go to bed."

A soft smile touched the corner of his lips. "Okay."

Repeating the motion of washing through his hair once more, reviving the pattern after days of enduring his cold sweats. When she gave him the go ahead to rinse down once more, she could see just how slow he was moving again; lethargic limbs heavy.

"Which body wash are you thinking?" Though she had an inkling that he would choose to utilize her products again, she still thought to ask.

Instead of getting an answer, she was surprised with heavy, tattooed arms wrapping around her middle from behind. In her ear, he whispered, "Not yet?"

"Not yet?" she asked, turning in his arms to look up at him, "I thought you wanted to go fast?"

Gazing down at her with hooded eyes, he looked at her with flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. "I don't want to leave right now."

"No?" she asked with a beaming smile, a small huff of laughter falling from her lips. She looped her arms around his middle, setting her palms on the slick skin of his back. The water sprayed down on her hands, the temperature no longer bothering her.

"No," he said, murmuring over the thrum of the water. A silence settled between the two of them as he gave her a slow blink, his gaze drifting down to the curve of her lips. "Kiss?"

(Y/N) looked up at him with a pout, her hand on his back running a soothing circuit over the planes. "I don't want to get sick, H."

"You won't get sick," he tried to tell her, bringing his hand up to cradle her cheek, "I promise."

"How can you promise that, hm?" she prodded, teasing him some with her pout turning into a tender smile.

She seemed to have stumped him some, watching as he rolled her words around. "I don't know," he settled on, "But, I'll take care of you if you do."

With that, he dipped his head down and brushed the tip of his nose against the side of her own. The lilypads of his tired eyes were close enough for her to pick out the varying shades of clear green, the wet clumps of his lashes a dark frame around them. It was hard to say no to him, especially like this.

Tipping her chin up, she pressed her lips against his. It was a soft, innocent kiss that lingered for only a moment. It broke off when she could feel the curl of Harry's smile.

"Is that enough?" she asked, nuzzling his nose in a puppy's kiss.

"Almost," he murmured, "But I'll wait until bedtime."

(Y/N) let out a soft laugh, pulling away to rest her cheek against his chest. His skin was blazingly warm, aided by the steaming water still scenting around them. He hugged her close, his arms a loose loop around her with his nose grazing the top of her head. His heartbeat drummed a soothing rhythm under her ear, a comforting reminder that he was right here, right with her. After the hours she went worrying and building anxiety over his state when she hadn't heard from him the day before, feeling the solid build of his body and the steady heartbeat under her ear, this was more relieving than she was sure he even knew.

"(Y/N)?" he asked after a moment.

"Hm?" she hummed, snuggling that much closer.

"Are we still going to the aquarium tomorrow?"

Blinking her eyes open in an instant. She forgot to call.

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thank u sm for reading and sorry for any mistakes! if theres any ideas anyone wants to see pls send them in:)))

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auras-moonstone · 2 months

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Hello!!! Hru?! I hope your doing great!

I don't know if the requests are open but i know you're a swiftie and 1989 tv just came out and "Slut!" really reminds me of Jack, so could you do a story inspired by it? Just reader being famous (actress/singer, whatever you think fits) and she is being all love-sick by meeting and dating jack? And she even buy that "i love my boyfriend/girlfriend" t-shirts?

I hope you get my request and i love your writing!! You are the best <3 (And what's you favorite vault track?)

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ slut! — jack champion

ᡣ𐭩 word count: 1.9K

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: jack champion x actress!fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 summary: y/n has to deal with the reputation that has been set on her by the media as she falls in love with jack, her co-star and best friend.

ᡣ𐭩 contents/warnings: mentions of slut-shaming. friends to lovers. instagram posts. fluff.

ᡣ𐭩 author’s note: hiii! <3 thanks for sending this request! when i heard the lyrics “in a world of boys he’s a gentleman” my brain just screamed JACK so i agree with you! and my fav vault tracks are slut and say don’t go <3

ever since y/n started working as an actress, the media has been merciless with her. maybe it was because despite having been in the industry for just a few short months, she was already working with remarkable directors and successful and iconic franchises. media had always had the tendency to bash successful women, and y/n was fully living that experience.

the point was, she didn’t want to give the media more things to trash her for, so she stayed unproblematic and silent. and yet, regardless of all that, they had managed put a reputation on her that was far from the truth.

y/n was kind and had a unique vibe. every co-star spoke highly about her and the media always managed to twist this by painting the picture that she was a “serial co-star dater.” it happened to her with every single movie or show she worked in, and people bought it blindly. the name-calling became part of her every-day life, and she would be lying if she said it didn’t affect her.

she swore she would never make the media be right, and so she set a strict rule—never ever date a co-star or be extra affectionate with them. it was a sad way of living, setting boundaries that were useless because reporters and haters always found a way, but she just wanted to do what she loved. she wanted to be remembered for her good acting and not for who she dated.

but then jack champion walked into the set, with his cringy yet amusing dad jokes and contagious smiles, to turn her world upside down. everything was so natural with him y/n didn’t even notice the way she started ignoring the rules until the scream filming was nearing its end and the thought of not seeing jack as often anymore made y/n’s chest hurt as if her heart was being ripped out.

and then the questions ran through her mind—what should she do? should she act normal, as if realisation hadn’t drawn on her? should she confront jack and ask if there was something more than friendship between them? or should she start putting distance before the feelings got deeper?

what she didn’t count on was that she didn’t need to say anything, jack was not only observant, he also knew her like the words to his favorite songs. he noticed how her head was up in space, how she seemed to be always deep in thoughts, distracted. something was consuming her mind, and it was driving jack insane.

“you’re acting weird. what’s going on?” jack finally asked her, pulling her aside on set. right behind the trailers where no one could bother them.

y/n tensed up. “what? nothing.”

“please, don’t play dumb. if there is someone you can’t fool is me.” jack said firmly. he missed his y/n, the girl who brought him comfort like a cozy warm blanket. “i miss you.”

“i’m here.” she said breathlessly.

“but are you?” he accused her. “something is going on, and it has to do with me.”

“what makes you say that?” y/n asked nervously.

“because you’re especially tense when i’m around.” he said sadly, and it broke y/n’s heart. her mind has been a mess, and she was unconsciously hurting jack. “did i do something wrong? please tell me, we can talk about it.”

y/n shook her head and before she knew it she was breaking down. jack didn’t hesitaste to pull her in. “i’m the problem. i’m sorry.”

“shhh, it’s okay. i’m here. don’t worry about it now, just take a deep breath. we don’t have to talk about it now, i’m here whenever you’re ready.” he spoke softly, rubbing her back slowly, to try and bring some calm.

they both sat on the ground, backs resting against the trailer. jack held y/n’s soft hands tightly, hoping it would give her the comfort she needed. he had never seen her in such state, and he was concerned.

“it’s nothing bad… i guess. it depends.” she said, reading the expression on the boy’s face, which grew more confused by her words. “i realized some things a few days ago, and they have been occupying my mind. i don’t know what to do with this. no matter what i do, it’s going to change things so i might as well be completely honest.”

jack nodded, pressing his lips on the crown of her head. “not going anywhere, y/n/n. no matter what you say, i can promise that.”

“you know the reputation that precedes me, right? i’ve told you about it.” jack frowned but nodded. “because of that, i’ve set this rule, that i wouldn’t let myself be affectionate with my co-stars. and i have sticked to that rule, until you.”

a knot formed on jack’s stomach. “so it’s about that? you want to put some distance?” god, he hated this. he hated to think about not being able to hold her, but he would give it up if it meant he got to keep her around.

“that’s the thing, jack. the reason why i have been acting so unlike me is because i’ve been trying to convince myself that putting distance would be the wise decision. but… if these days have proven anything is that it would be ultimate hell.”

“why didn’t you talk to me?”

“well, to be honest i was thinking what i should do. you just beat me to it because you know me better than anyone else.” she smiled and jack mirrored it. “that’s… that’s not everything i realized though.”

“okay, go on.”

“when the countdown to our last day on set started, i got this horrible feeling on my chest. the first thing that ran through my mind was that we wouldn’t see each other that often anymore and i felt this hole in my chest… it’s more than just missing a friend, jack. i would feel empty because i like you and you’ve become my person.”

jack’s jaw fell open and he was close to pinch himself just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. the times he has dreamt about this scenario… it felt too good to be real.

“but…” she continued. and reality hit the shore, putting an end to his short-lived hope. “i’m scared of what people might say. it’s still hard for me to not let what others think get into my head, and to even think about the hate that might come your way if we dated, makes me sick.” she shook her head and then her eyes widened. “my god, what am i even saying? i just assumed that you liked me back, i didn’t let you talk. god, this is embarrassing i’m so sorry.”

jack cupped her cheeks. “y/n, y/n, stop. breathe.” the girl nodded and closed her eyes until she was breathing normally again. “okay, now listen to me. if you’re not ready for a relationship, that’s fine. but if it’s because you’re scared of the hate comments towards me, let it go. i don’t care about them, i just care about you. okay?”

“yes…”

“good. i want to be your boyfriend, and if you’re not ready because of what the media might think then i have an idea.” y/n’s curious eyes look up to meet his. “i really like you, too, y/n/n. we can date in secret, to see how things go, and whenever you’re ready, we can tell everyone.”

“jack, that’s a lot to ask to you…”

“you aren’t asking me anything. i want to do this. i want to call you mine so bad—in secret, in public, however you want.”

y/n smiled through the tears. “are you sure?”

“one hundred percent, y/n. never been so sure about something.” he reassured her.

y/n couldn’t even recognize herself. two months ago she had been completely against the idea of being in a relationship and now she was utterly and unquestionably love-strucked.

she used to think she was doomed to being lovelorn because of the restrictions she had put in her relationships with other people. and now, there she was in bed, feeling lovesick just because she hadn’t seen her boyfriend in two days.

though those days helped her make the decision. the relationship between them was beautiful, it was a safe place, it was her main source of happiness. jack was everything to her and she was tired of loving him in the dark. he deserved to be loved out loud, in plain sight. she knew she was going to be the one to pay the price, but it was fine.

“you know there’s no rush, right?” jack assured her for the hundredth time. when y/n told him she wanted to make their relationship public, he remained calm (even though he was jumping on the inside) and sat her down to think it through.

y/n smiled widely. how could she not fall for him when in a world of boys he was a gentleman? “i love you, and if they call me a slut… you know, it might be worthy for once.”

“i love you, too.” he pulled her in for a kiss. “okay. let’s do this.”

“okay. i’m just warning you, i truly believe in the slang go big or go home.”

jack eyed her suspiciously. “spill.”

the girl smirked mischievously and went to grab a bag. “i made us special shirts.”

“lord save me.” jack sighed when he took the shirts out of the bag.

“you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.” y/n said

“you know i’m going to, anyways. like i’d ever be able to say no to your pretty face.”

enchantedliv um, just bumped into y/n y/l/n and jack champion 🥺 they were wearing matching shirts that pretty much confirmed their relationship ????

landrysghost what did the shirts say??

enchantesliv “i ❤️ my girlfriend.” and “i ❤️ my boyfriend.” THEY ARE SO CUTE AND WERE SO SWEET😫

user1 are we really surprised? that girl dates everyone she works with.

user2 he’s too good for her.

user3 she’s going to dump her once she meets her next co-star for sure lmaooo

user3 y’all are so jealous lmao. acting bitter just because you want him, that’s her only crime. there has never been any proof that she dated previous co-stars.

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y/n.y/l/n hi everyone! this is more than me saying i’m taken by the most gorgeous and kindest man on the planet. this is also me getting something off my chest. been wanting to for a while, so here we go!

since the beginning of my career i’d told myself to stay unproblematic which i mistook for never fight back or defend myself.

the media always said i dated too many co-stars—even though that’s completely false. i’ve never dated anyone i worked with (until now)—, so i set this stupid rule for myself: try not to be too friendly with my workmates. i was so scared of proving the media’s rumours right that i built this shell around me, never allowing myself to fully connect with people. and then, a couple of months ago i met jack. he made me forget about those limitations i so foolishly put.

i’m done giving anyone the power to hurt me. i’m done letting people think it’s okay to shame a woman for who they date or not.

i’ve been in a dark place for a long time, and i never noticed until my person walked into my life and showed me daylight. i’m doing better than i ever was now. i’m never staying silent again, i’m going to defend myself, my relationship and my boyfriend. always.

that was all for now, thanks for reading.

ps. i love you, jack. all i need is you <3 thanks for being the best boyfriend, best friend and person in the world.

jackchampion so so so proud of you. this brought tears to my eyes not gonna lie. you’re the sweetest ever i love you 💌 thanks for the shirt, by the way, matches my personality!

y/n.y/l/n you’re so silly😭 i love you more and intend to be cheesy forever 🫶🏻💖

jackchampion certainly no complaints from me!

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whoistartaglia · 10 months

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Hi I’m kinda a boomer on tumblr so srry if I do this wrong or something

can I request a diluc taking care of injured reader (broken ribs, bones, yk the usual). He spends more time w/ you, buys you things to make u feel better, just him being the gentleman that he is ^^. And then when your injuries heal more, he helps you get used to physical activities and stuff like that.

Thank you! Have a great day

in sickness and in health

genshin men helping you recovery after an injury

diluc had to fight the urge to tell you he “told you so” after you returned home from a particularly dangerous adventure with quite a few bruises and fractures. he went white as a ghost when he saw you drag yourself back to the dawn winery, and even paler so when you nearly collasped in the doorway. needless to say, he spent the next few days right at your bedside—dressing your wounds, helping you take your medicines and healing salves. during this time, if you ask him if he’s been sleeping, he’ll look you dead in the eyes and tell you “you don’t want to know the answer.” when you do start to improve, diluc will actually leave your bedside for more than an hour. you’ll take a nap and wake up to an abundance of gifts and presents, and a bashful diluc explaining what each one is for. he’ll help you get back on your feet too, but is naturally weary if you want to go on another adventure right away—you just got better! what do you mean you want to go back out fighting and exploring? protest against this, and he might just need to drop the “i told you so” bomb.

childe makes himself nurse you back to health before hunting down the poor souls that did this to you. if you think you feel extra bloodlust radiating off of him at this time, you’d be right. he’s livid, truthfully, but he’s pushing that aside to be a good and caring partner to you. he’s unsurprisingly talented at bandaging your cuts and applying creams and salves—after all, he’s had a plethora of injuries of his own of which to take care. childe will feed you meals in bed and act as a crutch should you have difficulty moving about. growing up with siblings, he’s naturally adept at feeding you in bed and taking care of you in general. once you are back on your feet and kicking, and childe deems you can, in his words, “survive a couple days without his illustrious care,” he’s going to go out and find whoever did this to you. there’s a glint in his eyes that spells trouble, but he did just help you recover some rather nasty injuries, so you give him a pass.

kazuha will halt all his travels, cancel all his plans, stop anything and everything, when you get injured. it doesn’t really matter if it’s a papercut or broken bones; his care is always attentive and efficient. having traveled around the world, kazuha is rather knowledgeable about natural medicine and different healing practices from different cultures. he has an innate ability to care for you, and you’ll find yourself getting better within days, if not hours, depending on the injury. during this time, kazuha will remain at one location, and regale you with tales and stories of his previous travels as you recover. what helps is that he’s so gentle when tending to you and your wounds. this calm nature is even more reassuring once you do start to get moving again; his soft encouragement does wonders for sore muscles and lingering doubts. kazuha will never push you too hard, and for that your grateful. when you are fully recovered, you’ll resume your travels, though may hear kazuha call “be careful dear!” every so often.

dottore might groan and grumble when you show up at his office, scratches and bruised and broken, but he’s truly worried in his own way. he’ll take care of you by the books—medicine at this time every day, bandages changed every hour, three meals on rotation. if you ever complain about bitter medicine or him insiting you need rest, the most you’ll get out of him is a pointed glare and raised eyebrow. he’s basically telling you to suck it up without outright telling you (though he’s not terribly opposed to the idea). if you really don’t like it, he’ll experiment with trying to make it better, or at the very least, mix it with sweet tea or honey. as for rest, dottore won’t budge. he’ll explain in medicinal terms you can’t quite wrap your head around why you need sleep and use big words about why your body heals more when you’re asleep. when he finishes this lengthy explanation, he’ll find you actually fell asleep, which hurt his feelings, but got the job done, at least. the only practice not by the books is dottore laying down next to you and pulling you in his arms, but looking back on it, you think this made you feel best most of all.

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fangirldreams101 · 5 months

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Coming Home pt. 6

DBF! Daryl, Rick, Shane & Negan x Reader

TW: Severe age-gap w/ older men, smut, consensual sex, handjobs/fingering, groping, some aggression, alcohol usage, unprotected piv sex (wrapping before tapping), Reader FINALLY gets laid

Chapter Index

It has been months since you have last talked to Rick and Daryl properly. Not for lack of trying on their part, they had tried to talk to you but you were not there to play games. They made their choice, they were not going to be allowed to backtrack on it. Besides! Shane kept you plenty of company. He swung by the house more often nowadays, flirting and flashing his charming smile. It was nice getting to know him, even though he frequently did not get the chance to stick around for very long, Daryl or Rick miraculously making an appearance and dragging him off. They thought they were being subtle, but you heard glimpses of their not-so-quiet whispers; saying things along the lines of, "Shane wasn't allowed to flirt with you," and to "remember the pact,"- whatever the hell that means. It didn't seem to really deter him though, Shane being quite bold in the placement of his hands or how close his body would be against yours. Alas, it was only teasing and nothing more, and you were not planning on spending your college years getting wet over fleeting touches. You enjoyed Shane's flirtatious company but you wanted more than that. And you were going to get it.

The month of your birthday was rolling around, and since it would be your 21st, your dad was planning on going all out. He booked one of the town's bars for the night, and was inviting almost everyone who ever made contact with you in your life. You tried to tell him you would be happy with something small but nothing was stopping your kind father from giving you an all out birthday bash. Your mom was even flying in with some of your old gang: friends from high school, neighbors, etc. You felt a little embarrassed with how much they doted on you but you were also very touched.

The day of the party came around and you were at the bar now, dolled up and greeting everyone arriving. It was a heartwarming feeling seeing everyone come in to support and celebrate you. You stood by the door and greeted the new friends and neighbors that you've made. Rick was one of the first to arrive. It was strange not seeing him in his work uniform, he chose to instead wearing a casual button-up with jeans. The first few buttons were undone, and for whatever reason, you didn't think you had ever seen a more attractive collarbone in your life. He sauntered up to you and his eyes trailed your body.

"I havn' seen ya around much darlin'," he said, a tentative smile on his face.

"I wonder whose fault that is," you joked half-heartedly.

His smile dropped from his face, “There is nothin more that I want than to-"

"Thanks for coming," you cut him off with a smile, "I have to greet the other guests but please help yourself to whatever you'd like."

You went to move away but suddenly arms wrapped around you and a familiar voice whispered into your ear.

"Does that mean I can have ya," Shane's voice was heavy with barely hidden lust.

"Everythin' alrigh' over here," Daryl's heavy drawl broke into the conversation.

Great. All three of the hot men in your life who have expressed some kind of desire over you and then rejecting you in some way or another all in one room. Thanks dad.

Shane released his grasp on you and grinned like a wolf, "Everythin' is more than fine. Peachy, even."

With the word 'peachy' he gives a small smack to your ass, eliciting a yelp out of you and a threatening step towards the two of you by Rick and Daryl.

"Get yer hands off o' her," Daryl growls.

"Shane we talked about this," Rick sighs at the same time.

Shane's tone turns to frustration, "No. No we didn'. You two talked about it n' then decided to tell me what to do. I'm sick of it."

While they squabbled amongst themselves like hens in a coop, you took this chance to slip away. You did not want whatever weird relationship you had with them to ruin the hard work your community went through to make this a special night for you.

Suddenly, the door to the bar burst open and your mom charged in arms wide, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Behind her, your friends and neighbors from Washington came in, smiling and giving their well wishes. You charged at them, giving them hugs and teary smiles. Finally, the party could kick off now that everyone was here.

As the night went on, drinks, stories and laughter were passed around. You couldn't believe how great of a time this was. You avoided the troublesome trio as much as possible, intent on having a good time. Later in the night, as everyone was just milling about, the bell hanging over the door rang out as another guest came in. You turned to greet the late comer but stopped when you realized you had no idea who the hell he was.

Your eyes slowly raked over his body, admiring his dark hair and facial features along with the dark leather jacket that clung to his arms.

"Hi, sir! Is there something I can help you with," you politely asked, walking towards him.

As you did, he let out a low appreciative whistle at your form, not hiding how he admired your shape, "Well helloooo, doll, aren't you a sight?"

You felt yourself bristle at his forwardness but also couldn't help the heat you felt rise to your cheeks.

"Mmm if I had a pretty little thing like you, I'd never let you leave the bed," he laughed.

For the first time in a hot minute, you were left speechless. Sure, Shane was pretty forward, but nothing like this. This man was clearly eye fucking you and you were sure that if he could get away with it, he'd be actually fucking you right here on the floor.

"I'm sorry, but this is a private event. Who are you," you asked, after taking a moment to recover from the shock.

"Hey! Negan! My man!" Your dad came barreling into the conversation as always, clearly having one too many to drink.

"Hey man, how are you," Negan smiled back, the both of them doing the typical man hug and slapping each other on the back.

Your dad did the introductions, "This is Negan, he was my best friend in college but the bastard stayed in Washington. Turns out he was comin' by to explore the town cause he got a job offer, so I invited him here to catch up. I hope that's ok?"

You nodded sheepishly, "Sorry for attacking your entry like that, just didn't recognize you."

"No worries, doll, I get it," Negan winked at you and then turned back to your dad, "Now where's the little birthday girl you always yap about?"

Your dad chortled and gestured to you, "This is the birthday girl!"

Negan's eyes visibly bulged out of his head. "The fuck are you talking about? The way you talk about her I thought she was 5 or something. This is... this is a woman."

"Well she'll always be my little girl," your dad sheepishly said, "Hey wait a minute... I sent you her age when I sent the details about the party! Did you not read it?"

"Fuck no man, you sent like 10 paragraphs, I am not reading that shit," he glanced at you, "Uh, no offense."

You laughed, you really liked hearing the banter between the two of them. Negan felt like a very sexy breath of fresh air. He was blunt and forward, you really liked that after dealing with the troublesome trio's vagueness and their hot and cold attitudes towards you. You liked Negan. Your eyes took him in once more. Oh yeah. You liked him a lot.

Your dad and Negan continued to converse but his attention was really more on you than anything else. He kept his gaze on you for most of the conversation until someone else caught your father's attention and dragged him off. Negan took the opportunity handed to him and sauntered back towards you.

"Hello, doll," he said.

"Hey," you returned, holding out a hand, "Sorry I never got the chance to introduce myself properly. I'm (Y/N)."

He shook your hand, "Seems like you read my mind, sweetheart. I was about to say the same to you. The name's Negan. Had I known what a beauty you are, I would've flown down to meet the old bastard ages ago."

You felt yourself giggle at that comment and that was the green light for him. You spent the rest of the evening in a little tucked away corner of the bar with him, learning more about each other. He became more and more bold with your body as you both became increasingly tipsy. As the party continued, you eventually decided that the clear chemistry between the both of you was enough to see if you can get to know Negan a bit more... intimately. He was just too damn charming and too damn hot for you to pass up the chance. And if he rejected you... well add the name to the list.

You leaned in close at his next joke, laughing lightly as you put your hand on his thigh. His smile slowly left his face and the beer he was bringing up to his mouth was brought down. He looked down at your hand and you could visibly see his gaze darken. Worried you did something wrong, you began to pull away when his hand shot out and latched onto your wrist. Keeping a firm but gentle grasp on your hand, he looked into your eyes and slowly dragged your hand up to his crotch.

"Is this what you were aiming for, sweetheart," he breathed out and you shuddered, feeling that he was actually hard this whole time, the leather jacket and jeans covering and restricting his hard-on from view.

You look up at him through your eyelashes, "Depends on if that's what I get."

"You can get it alright, baby, just not here. Don't want your old man cutting off my dick before I get the chance to be in you," he tugged on your arm, lifting you from the barstools you were residing on, "Come on sweetheart."

You guys both maneuvered your way through the crowd, not noticing Daryl's inquisitive gaze following you. You guys originally headed to the bathroom, but they were full so you both stepped outside into the alleyway behind the bar. The chilly night air could not do a damn thing to quell the heat that was growing in your stomach and you grabbed the back of Negan's neck with your free hand, pulling him into a heated kiss. He groaned into your mouth, releasing your wrist just to wrap his arms around your body. One of his hands tangled itself into your hair, yanking your head back, breaking the kiss and allowing his mouth to hungrily devour your neck and exposed collarbone.

"Fuck," you sighed out, holding him as close as humanely possible.

"Mmmm you pretty doll, all nice and all for me," Negan mumbled into your neck, seemingly talking to himself more than you as he pulls you in for another kiss.

Being in a dry spell since you got here, Negan's actions had you soaked in seconds. You pulled at the buttons on his jeans, reaching in and feeling him. He grunted at the sensation as you let out a small gasp in his mouth, happy with the weight of him in your hands. As his own hands explored you, groping your breasts and ass, you began to stroke him. He let out a groan at the contact, before moving his hands to your thighs and lifting you up.

Not breaking the kiss, he maneuvered the both of you so your back was up against the brick wall of the bar, and he was between your legs. He ground himself against your center, your thin panties letting you feel the heat of his cock rub against you.

He placed desperate kisses against your chest, "Pretty doll like you deserves to be taken in a fancy bed and made to cum until you cry, I'm sorry I can't give that to you right now, sweetheart. We gotta be quick."

You groaned, "It's doesn't matter to me. Just wan to feel ya."

"You dirty lil doll," he chuckled, "Alright baby, I'll give you want you want."

The hand not holding you up trailed in between your bodies, reaching into your clothes and feeling your wetness.

Negan sucked in air at the feeling, "Damn doll, you are soaked."

You felt your face flush at that, telling him to shut up and put it in already.

He let out a laugh and traced his fingers around your opening. You bucked your hips, trying to relay the message and he finally sunk his fingers into, pumping them in and out as a steady pace.

His thumb pressed into your clit, causing you to cry out as he tutted, "Now now, baby. Don't want the rest of the party hearing us. Keep it in sweetheart or you won't be able to get what you want."

You whined at his words, the way his fingers curled into you prevented you from forming proper words. He continued to pump and twist his fingers into you, and you could quickly feel the pressure building. Judging by how you tightened around his fingers, Negan could tell you were getting close too.

"Nuh uh, sweetheart. Want you to cum with me," he teased, slipping his fingers out of you and putting them into his mouth as you whined at the loss of contact.

Negan groaned at your taste, savoring your sweetness and moved aside your panties as he freed himself from the confines of his jeans.

"Ready sweetheart," he asked, moving his tip back and forth across your folds.

"Condom," you panted out.

"Ah shit," he groaned, "Didn't think I was going to get myself some sweet ass tonight, I don't have one."

“It's fine," you mumbled, bucking your hips again, "want you in me."

"You sure, baby? I'm here for a bit, we can do it another time-"

Before he could say anything else, with a firmer thrust of your hips, you were able to slip the tip of his cock inside of you.

"Fuck," he exclaimed at the feeling of your gummy walls trying to suck him in.

"I'm sure," you said firmly, "Now fuck me."

Negan gave you the largest smile you've seen out of him, "Fuck me doll, I love myself a woman who knows what she wants."

With that, he sunk himself into you fully as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Negan let out a groan, loving the way you felt around him and began to pump in and out of you like he was never going to see you again. You both began to kiss each other hungrily, teeth and tongues clashing as he continued to move. You tried to move your hips as much as possible but you were quite literally stuck between a rock and a hard place, so it was a bit difficult to do so. Negan didn't mind at all, as he began to incorporate grinding into his motions, successfully stimulating your clit in all the right places.

Once again, you quickly began to feel yourself being wound up, this extremely messy but passionate sex was getting you close to finishing faster than you thought possible. The clumsy way you both tore at each other showed your inexperience with each other's bodies but the clear desire you had for one another. Negan broke the kiss, planting himself in the crook of your neck and began peppering you with small hickies. His hips began to falter and you could tell he was also getting close.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted, "Out or in baby?"

"Wha-," you moaned, delirious from the pleasure.

"My cum, sweetheart, out or in?"

In response you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him in closer to you, "Fuck, in me please. Please, in me."

"Goddamnit why are you so fucking hot," he growled, fumbling around to press into your clit once more.

With his words and motions, your dam broke and your came with a silent cry. Negan grit his teeth at the way your pussy spasmed around him and pumped a few more times before pressing his hips deep against you, until you were sure you were going to be bruised tomorrow. He bit into your shoulder as he came, filling you up with him cum and officially ruining your panties as it began to dribble out. You could feel him twitch inside of you, sharp bursts of cum hitting your walls as you both tried to catch your breath.

Once he was sure he had nothing left to give, he gave a few more thrusts into you before pulling out slowly. You hissed at the sensation, soreness already kicking in from the position you were in. He pulled your panties over your pussy, gently patting it and making your jump from overstimulation. He chuckled as you gave him a half-hearted glare before gently setting you down. Immediately, you almost fell over, collapsing into his chest.

"Woah sweetheart, don't go falling for me now," he chuckled, supporting you as he tucked himself back into his pants.

You gave him a dopey grin, so freaking pleased that you finally got laid by a hot man. Suddenly the door to the bar blew open and Daryl stormed out, frantic.

You and Negan quickly separated from each other, trying to fix your hair and clothing.

"Jesus, (Y/N) we almos' had a damn heart attack wonderin' where you were at-," Daryl stopped in his tracks noticing the disheveled state of the both of you, "The hell?"

Negan stepped forward, "We were just, uh, about to head back in-"

Daryl charged forward, punching Negan across the face, ”WHA' THE FUCK DID YA DO TA HER?"

You run forward, shoving Daryl away, "Jesus fuck, Daryl! Get off of him!"

"DID HE TOUCH YOU," Daryl yelled grabbing you by your shoulders right as the dimly lit alley lights lit you up perfectly, highlighting your exposed collarbone, and evidently, your hickies and messed up makeup.

"Hey man, get your hands off of her," Negan shoved Daryl away, cradling his punched jaw.

Daryl stumbled back, looking in shock between you and Negan, watching the way you ran to Negan's side to check on him.

"Oh my god Negan, are you alright," you cried out, gently holding his face.

"How can I not be fine when I have an angel like you worried about me," he joked, but upon seeing your clear concern, cleared his throat, "'M fine sweetheart. Jus' took me by surprise, is all."

"Did you two- did you two-," Daryl stuttered in shock.

"Did we fuck? Is that what you're asking right now," you questioned angrily, "Not that its any of your goddamn business but yes! Now leave us alone, Daryl!"

Daryl let out a staggered breath, running his hands through his hair, ", "Darlin... ya shouldn' have-"

"You do not get to tell me who I can and cannot fuck, Daryl! I'm a FUCKING adult no matter how many times you want to imagine otherwise! And you are not going to say one goddamn word about this to my dad otherwise you will never see me again and I will bust up your bike, do you hear me?"

Negan chuckled, "Doll, you're going to have me at your feet, I swear."

Daryl whipped his head around to glare at Negan before sighing and nodding, "You... yer righ''. 'M sorry. I shouldn' have done tha'. I'll, uh, I'll see ya inside. Happy birthday, (Y/N)."

With that, he walked inside like a kicked puppy while Negan wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Well besides the lil interruption, I'd say this was a lot of fun, sweetheart. I hope we can do this again sometime."

You stared at the door Daryl just walked through for a second before nodding, "Yeah, sure thing."

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You Get Buggy a Corgi

Cute Headcanon

Pure Fluff

◇ Bonus has some mild sadness

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• Buggy has always wanted a Corgi- He's never talked about it but you did see he has a Corgi shaped pillow in his room that he's apparently had since he was a child-

• So you decide to get him one as a gift for his birthday.

• He always had big birthday bashes and it was the biggest party imaginable- The whole crew with more alcohol and food then a gods banquet while Buggy sat in the center jovial and proud.

• You walk over with a box in hand and carefully set it down infront of him, He raises a brow at the lack of flashy decoration on the brown box and pops open the lid with a unamused expression

• There a little head pops up and everyone stares at the happy Corgi face looking st Buggy and the blue bow around its neck

• His whole face flushes as you can quite literally see the childlike joy shine in his eyes- A bright smile on his face as he sets the puppy in his lap.

• "Her name is Guppy" You say as he mumbles the name and glances up at you. "She's mine?"

• "Yep! She's fully trained and apparently does really well on ships from what the shelter said" You say softly, but you're sure he isn't even paying attention to you as the dog seems to instantly love Buggy and scales him with her little body to press her face against his. You can quite literally see his heart melt.

• Clearly Guppy is his favorite gift ever since he doesn't pay attention to anything else accept for Guppy the rest of the night.

• You also get a special reward for bringing a wonderful gift.

• Guppy is absolutely a velcro dog- Loving to be at Buggys side 24/7 and follow him around. He gets her a red bandana so she's easy to spot at all times. If there is anything dangerous he will leave her behind but be sad about it-

• Later finds out she yaps like crazy when he's not there and cries loudly.

• She sleeps on him constantly, sometimes waking him up since she will curl directly over his face suffocating him.

• 'Mrph!- 'Upeee!!" {Guppy!} And ge carefully scoots her on the pillow next to his head so he can breath and go back to sleep-

• Guppy acts as a sort of Therapy dog for Buggy as well- When his temper or anxiety get him worked up to were he would usually destroy his room she will instead lay on his chest and force him to stay still as he Pets her and works himself down from a rage.

• She is also the perfect pillow for him to cry on. So he has pressed his face gently into her fur and just cried- Often she licks the tears away.

• Doesnt wear as heavy of makeup since he knows she likes to lick his face and doesn't want the grease paint to make her sick-

• Will also carry her- Say if the waters are too choppy but she doesn't want to be left he will just carry her like a baby to make sure she doesn't slide around or get hurt.

• If anyone- and I mean ANYONE Dares to mess with his dog he will absolutely go ape-shit... Think insulting his nose is instant death- Hurt his dog and he will come up with the worse ways to kill a person slowly-

• He probably loves Guppy more then any living person and makes sure she has a wonderful healthy life.

Bonus!-

• "Hey Buggy can I ask?- Why do you like Corgi's so much?" You ask laying next to him on the floor of his cabin. He pauses for a moment as he thinks.

• "Lots of reasons- They are soft, sweet, overall really loving and they are a little odd which I like.. But-" He pauses for a second.

• "...It's kinda weird but.. my first memory in life was of a Corgi and my mother-" He admitted and you looked surprised by this, asking for him to explain which he rolled his eyes but agreed.

• "It was the day she dropped me off at the orphanage.. She handed me that corgi pillow you see on my bed and some berry she shoved in my pockets. Telling me that she had to leave me here to make sure I was safe from bad guys-" He said calmly, but you could hear the hurt in his tone.

• "But if I was every in a situation were it was truly life or death all I had to say with three words and I'd be okay. Then she kisses my forehead and left. It's my first and last memories of her- A few years later Roger's picking me up to be his apprentice" He admitted as Guppy lived his face clearly sensing some sadness.

• "Im... I'm so sorry-.. What were the three words?" You asked now circus, but you saw the way his eyes drifted to you briefly

• "Eh- That's a story for a different time" He said with a smile and waved it off. Watching how he pet Guppy some more.

• However you laid there stewing.. 3 words?

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4am-enha · 1 year

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enha when: they find you crying.

genre: fluff, enha scenarios, fem reader, she/her pronouns used.

pairing: enha member! x reader!

warnings: “kys” phrase used once!!, mentions of blood and injury, bullying, anxiety, breakdown, swearing, suggested romantic relationships (if you’re not comfortable w that).

description/tags: each enha member finding you upset, hurt, or crying, and doing their best to make it better like they always do. short scenarios/imagines, ot7 enhypen (but specific member for each scene), comforting, gentleness, tooth rotting fluff, pet names, hand holding, hugging, etc.

Heeseung - overwhelmed from school work.

The noise that echoed throughout the house from the excessive force you had used slamming your laptop and yelling was concerning- concerning enough to cause Heeseung to rush into the room and look at you with his confused, darting “Bambi” eyes.

“What was that?” He asked worriedly, scanning over the area quickly for anything that might’ve broken, or even worse, harmed you.

You deflated in your chair with an intense frown that would most likely cause you future wrinkles. You put your head down into your arms and sighed followed by an angry grunt. Honestly, you felt like bursting into tears, and that’s exactly what happened next. The tears began to escape, and you were the most obvious crier ever.

Heeseung immediately bent down to your level and rubbed your back slowly for a minute before getting the courage to ask something, “did something happen? You can talk to me.”

“I hate this fucking professor,” the frustration was very evident in your voice, “they just keep piling up assignments like it’s some sick joke and I’m just done with it!”

Heeseung flinched at your tone but let you rant, listening very carefully to what you were upset about, and trying to figure out how to help you out just a bit.

You felt like pulling the hair from your scalp, “I can’t keep doing this Hee, it feels like just when I finish one, I get a new one. I don’t even get the chance to feel accomplished for just a minute because I just have more and more to do. It never ends.”

Heeseung nodded, “how much time do you have left for this one?” he pointed at the paper all crumpled up (from your mini breakdown) beside your laptop.

“This one is new so I have a few days.”

“So you have time to take a little break then?” He put out his hands for you to grab.

“Just a little I suppose,” you took his offer of hands and he pulled you up softly into a hug.

“Come on let’s go on a walk, the fresh air will do you good my little maniac,” he snorted, and you slapped him harshly on the arm, not finding it funny- yet not being able to stop yourself from letting a little smile slip.

You got your jackets and shoes on and started to walk down the street together; Heeseung sulked a little bit when you had not held his hand again right away.

It wasn’t too dark outside yet, but it was getting there. As winter was coming to an end it started to stay lighter outside for longer, and a lot of people were spotted walking their dogs in the evenings more often now. It wasn’t warm enough yet, but it wasn’t too cold either. It was refreshing.

Heeseung kept looking over at you, staring, and smiling. You pretended not to notice at first because you didn’t want to embarrass him, but it was painfully obvious.

“What is it?” You finally whined out, smiling at his almost sickly bashfulness.

“I love you smart girl” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear, while pulling out a singular flower from behind his back for you.

Jay - injury.

The pain was agonising, and it felt as if your knees and palms were violently throbbing.

You were innocently roller skating around the block like you usually did on the weekends when you had abruptly tripped on a small dent in the pavement, causing you to be flung unpreparedly forward and your hands and knees had gotten the worst of it all as you tried to stop yourself from facepalming the ground completely.

You cried involuntarily from the deep pain, but you cried harder when you had dared look at your injuries which looked like something out of a zombie movie- all scraped up and leaking a worrying amount of blood. God knows if some of the pavement and rocks had gotten into it as well. You could only imagine the infection you were about to face.

Jay came flashing around the corner like his life depended on it. He had come with you today (and thankfully so), but he didn’t really like skating so he decided to just walk behind you. He had let you get ahead out of his sight for just a minute, but of course that is when you had to fall, when he wasn’t there beside you.

“Oh my god, are you alright?” Jay sat down on the pavement beside you, carefully bringing you closer toward him in order to hold you.

“It hurts really bad Jay,” you sobbed, wincing each time you tried to move.

“Stop moving. Is it okay if I lift you?”

You shook your head, “you don’t need to,” you tried to get up yourself to prove a point, but you wailed more as your knees trembled in pain.

“Please let me help you,” Jay pleaded with sympathetic eyes.

Jay wiped his thumbs under your eyes softly, wiping away your tears and analyzing your face. His mouth slightly lopsided, not finding your fall amusing for a mere second because of the pain you were feeling from it- even if your clumsiness was adorable to him, and he loved being this close to you

“Fine,” you said under your breath, feeling guilty that you were so helpless to yourself right now, brushing Jay away from your burning face before it became obvious you were flustered by his actions.

As soon as he got the okay, Jay propped you upwards gently and lifted you slowly into his arms, carrying you bridal style down the streets back to your house, where he planned to nurse and spoil you like a princess.

Jay was extremely concerned at the nastiness of your wounds. He always promised himself he would never let you get hurt as long as he could help it. He mentally slapped himself for not being there to stop you from falling- even if it wasn’t really something he could’ve helped.

“This is embarrassing, everyone is looking at us right now,” you mumbled.

“You should get used to it, this won’t be the only time I carry you like this,” Jay winked, smirk on his face.

Jake - bad week.

As you arrived home, you dropped your bags and things onto the floor a little less organized and with less care than usual.

“Jake?” you called out, wondering if he was home yet.

There was no answer. You must have gotten home before him today, which usually happened when he got busy.

You made your way to the kitchen and filled the kettle with water, turning it on, and prepping things to make a hot tea for yourself. You really needed it today.

This whole week had gone to shit. It started off with some major mistakes, bad sleep, and had ended with a Friday full of your boss scolding you.

You were pretty sensitive, so it wasn’t easy to take on, and hiding your upset and disappointment was getting harder.

You zoned out into your thoughts as you stared blankly at the wall, patiently waiting for the kettle to finish boiling.

A pair of familiar arms suddenly snaked around your waist from the back, making you jump.

“Sorry,” Jake giggled, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I thought you weren’t home?” you questioned his lack of response to your call out of his name not too long ago.

The loud ass noise the old kettle produced must have covered up the sound of Jake approaching behind you.

“I heard you, I just couldn’t answer because I was taking a phone call from work,” he apologized.

You nodded with understanding, continuing to make your tea silently.

“You know, you’ve been awfully quiet recently,” Jake rested his chin over your shoulder sensing something was off, hugging you from behind.

(an: in the words of sunghoon- “how romantic”)

You let out a long sigh and fought back tears from the thought of it all, but you lost that battle.

Jake immediately sprung up a bit at the sound, pulling you into a hug, “bad week?”

All you could do was nod.

“It’s the weekend now my love, let’s do something fun,” Jake whispered and ran his palm over the back of your head in a way of comforting you.

“How about we get dressed up and go out to eat?”

Jake knew you loved doing that, because you were always doing it with your besties. You put so much effort and time into your appearance and took pride in it- and Jake admired it. You always looked so beautiful in every way to him.

“That sounds good,” you perked up a little.

“Let’s do it then. Come help me pick out an outfit,” Jake smiled and grabbed your hand eagerly.

“Wait- I need to finish my tea first,” you pulled back.

“Okay then, after your precious tea,” he chuckled, “can you maybe make me one as well?” he clasped his hands together in anticipation, hoping for a yes.

“Of course,” you laughed, finding it cute.

Sunghoon - someone else upsetting you. (TW!!)

“You’re so unfunny,” your ‘friend’ rolled their eyes at you.

You were admittedly a little hurt by that, but you tried not to take it so personally. They were always like that with you, and it was probably just some harmless joke.

You had met up with a friend to hang out for a bit while you waited for Sunghoon to come pick you up a little later.

You never really hung out with this friend often, probably because you always felt uncomfortable around them when it was just you two.

When you were out in your whole friend group, they never acted like this.

Though technically, it wasn’t just you two today. They had invited their crush, who they obviously liked, but wouldn’t admit it. Your friend insisted that they were just friends too.

Bored, you picked up the last brownie from the plate and began to eat it when you felt a pair of eyes stuck on you annoyed.

“I was about to eat that one” the crush of your friend hissed.

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know-“

“Whatever. Literally kill yourself,” he blurted at you suddenly.

“What?” you glanced over to your friend, half expecting them to stick up for you and say something, but instead they just giggled along and encouraged it.

You put down the brownie, feeling guilty and now very hurt and a little intimidated. Those kind of ‘jokes’ weren’t something you took lightly for personal reasons.

“In what place do you think you stand to say that to her?” an angry voice came from behind you.

It was Sunghoon, he was early, and had heard everything.

“No go ahead and say it again,” he snapped at the pair sat in front of you sarcastically.

“I said-“ the guy began again, not phased by him yet.

Sunghoon swiftly grabbed the guy by the collar of his shirt, causing panic.

“What?” sunghoon spat, “you said what?”

The guy just shook his head in fear, begging to be let go.

Almost not wanting to, Sunghoon finally let go, “go home to your disappointed mothers, you sad fucking lowlifes,” he turned to you and grabbed your hand, walking away, “come on, we got better things to do.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled quietly as you walked beside him back to the car, not sure how to process it all.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to you, “don’t you ever apologise for shitty people like that.”

“Thank you,” a few tears fell from your eyes.

“You don’t need them. You have me,” he hushed you, “let’s get ice cream on the way, I’ve been dying to get that coffee one again, especially with you,” he smiled at you sweetly.

Sunoo - too anxious to order.

Golden, crispy fries. That’s what you had a sudden craving for, and you could have it- if you would just order it.

But right now, it felt like your feet were glued to the ground and that the counter was miles away. You felt yourself freeze up at the thought of going to order it, repeating the script over and over that you had made up in your head that you were going to use when you ordered.

Ordering sounded like such a simple task, but your anxiety made it feel like a punishment. This happened way too often, and it was such a problem, you often missed out on the things you wanted.

Sunoo looked over to you glancing at the stall, your hands tugging at the hem your own shirt, obviously holding back from something.

“You want some fries don’t you?” Sunoo spoke up, startling you.

“Is it that obvious?” you mumbled.

“It’s okay if you want some, I’ll pay if you don’t have the money,” he smiled, suddenly feeling through his pockets for cash.

“No money isn’t the problem,” you sighed, “it’s fine let’s just keep going.”

Sunoo looked you up and down, you didn’t look like you really wanted to continue on, in fact it looked as if you were mentally beating yourself up about it (which you were), “are you sure?”

“Do you think they have a self service thing? Like at the mcdonald’s?” you kept your eyes on the stall.

Sunoo laughed, “no silly it’s not some food chain, I don’t think a local food stall is that advanced. Come on I can tell you want some,” he dragged you with him up to the stall.

When it was your turn to order, you suddenly froze up.

Then, it made sense. It hit Sunoo exactly why you were so hesitant to go and buy it. You were too anxious, and Sunoo not only felt like a fool for not noticing sooner, but also guilty for forcing you into the situation by accident.

“Do you want the ones with cheese?” he asked you, reaching for your hand secretly, and squeezing it comfortingly to remind you he’s there.

“Huh?”

“Cheese or no cheese?”

“No cheese-“ you answered him with a very confused tone.

“She’ll have the original fries please” Sunoo started ordering for you. It made you smile when you realised that he was aware and understood you.

Shortly after, he collected your fries and you felt yourself almost drooling you were so hungry for them.

“Uh-“ Sunoo cut you off and swung them away from your reach, “taxes”

“What?”

“Since I bought them, I get to eat the first one- it’s a tax” he giggled.

“Okay okay fine.”

Sunoo selected a fry and held it up to your mouth, indicating for you to eat it.

“What about the tax?”

“I’m giving it to you” he smiled, “eat!”

You ate it happily with a wide smile plastered on your face that lingered for the rest of the day.

Jungwon - mental breakdown. ( !! TW !! )

Jungwon was peacefully finishing the episode of the show you had both started watching together. It was just him watching it now, because you had gone upstairs moments ago saying that you weren’t feeling too well. He had asked if you needed anything, but you insisted you just needed to go to sleep- so he let you.

Jungwon couldn’t help but feel like he kept hearing a noise that wasn’t coming from the TV though. It made him pause it a few times and listen out for it.

At first, he convinced himself he was just mishearing it, so he would continue the show- until he finally caught it with the show paused while he was going to make himself a snack in the kitchen.

It was coming from upstairs, but he wasn’t quite sure what it was. He was sure you’d be asleep by now, so he didn’t think it was you making any noise. Maybe it was though, so he decided to check. Just to make sure you hadn’t fell or anything like that.

“y/n?” he called out as he slowly made his way up the stairs.

The noise got louder as he approached the top, and that’s when he heard a bone chilling scream come right from your room.

In a slight panic, he quickly walked over to your room and knocked lightly, “y/n? are you hurt?”

There was no clear answer, so he hesitantly walked in. He didn’t want to intrude but he also didn’t want to just leave encase something serious had really happened. Always better to be safe than sorry right?

Luckily, you weren’t hurt- at least not physically from what Jungwon could tell. There you were sitting on the floor, fingers tangled in your hair, sobbing. It wasn’t a normal cry though, Jungwon could tell you were feeling something deeper right now.

“What’s going on?” he made his way over to you, sitting beside you, gently prompting you to stop tugging on your hair.

You sobbed harder and said some things that weren’t very audibly clear. You were in a messy state of breakdown. That was now obvious to Jungwon, so he was careful with his actions. He didn’t want to upset you any further and was trying to respect any boundaries you might have right now.

He let you cry out what you needed to, and simply just listened and stuck beside you until you became calmer, rubbing his thumb on your hand as he eventually held it (when he thought it was appropriate to do so).

There was no specific reason behind your breakdown, it had just come on suddenly- and it wasn’t something you could help. Jungwon knew that, so asking you what was wrong wasn’t the best thing to ask right now. He knew you probably weren’t willing to talk about it yet.

Instead, Jungwon explored around your room, looking and grabbing things. You watched him curiously, a lot more tranquil as you focused on him, just wondering what he was up to now.

After a few minutes, Jungwon came back over to you, laying a blanket over your shoulders and making sure it covered you up. Then, he arranged your plushies around you and handed you a few of your favorites.

“We’re here,” he smiled, looking at you and moving your hair away from your wet face, “it’s going to be okay now.”

‘We’ must have meant the group of teddies accompanying you both.

He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tight, “I love you sweet.”

“I know” you teased, making him smile again with a small scoff.

Niki - misunderstanding.

As you stormed past him, Niki instantly knew you were mad.

“Hey, what happened?” he chased after you.

“YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED,” you yelled back at him, deliberately trying not to look at him.

“I really don’t, I promise!” Niki was more confused than ever right now. He couldn’t think of anything that he could have done to upset you like this.

“The fucking audacity you have,” you pointed at him aggressively.

“y/n. I want to listen to you, I do,” Niki began, making you stop yelling for a second, “but first I need you to calm down-“

“CALM DOWN?” you hated being told that.

“Okay maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say, that’s my fault, but please hear me out,” he pleaded, a little scared and worried he had just blown his only chance.

You stopped, folded your arms, and stared at him with a pissed expression, “go on then. Explain.”

“When I said calm down, I meant that I just wanted you to talk to me, in a way I can fully understand you without starting arguments,” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

You took a breath in, “Okay.”

Niki nodded, “let’s go sit down and talk.”

You agreed and followed him to the chairs.

“I understand you’re angry with me, and I know it must be frustrating that I’m asking you why, when I should be aware of doing something like that, but I am being completely honest when I tell you I am misunderstanding you. So please, explain to me, so I can correct it,” Niki stated calmly.

He was now surprising you with his communication skills. You felt a bit stupid now, like you’d been very childish. It made you feel a little guilty, so you worked with him now.

“I saw a notification on your phone, from a girl, telling you she loves you with a bunch of hearts. I don’t recognize the name,” you admitted, still bitter.

“Okay, let me see,” Niki pulled out his phone and clicked it on, displaying the notification. He held back a laugh.

You noticed, and it blew your short temper again, “THIS IS ENTERTAINING FOR YOU?”

“No love, it’s just, that’s my grandma..” he snorted a little.

“Let me see,” you snatched it from him- feeling like he didn’t see it properly.

“I don’t believe you,” you stated unconvinced.

“That’s okay, I can show you,” Niki opened up his phone and pulled up the messages. He scooted a little closer to you so you could see it clearly.

He was right. Now you felt even more stupid.

“Here,” he handed you the phone, “you can have it as long as you need to. I don’t mind what you do- just please don’t harass my grandma,” he joked.

You handed it back to him, “no it’s fine. I trust you.”

“Listen y/n I know you might not trust me fully yet because of the way you’ve been mistreated by others in the past, but hopefully I can prove myself to you soon,” he smiled innocently, “in the meantime, please talk to me first?” he held out his pinkie.

You linked yours with his, making a promise that you’d communicate like this from now on.

“Thank you for giving your trust to me though, I won’t take it for granted,” he pecked your cheek swiftly.

“It’s not that funny,” you mumbled at his giggles.

“No it’s not, it’s just you’re so cute when you’re angry,” he laughed a little more, causing you two to wrestle each other.

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Heartslabyul: When They're Sick

So my best friend and I had been discussing what the boys would be like if we had to take care of them while sick…and this happened. Hope you enjoy! Also please keep in mind this series and the one right after was written literally MONTHS ago, and that includes authors notes at the start.

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Heartslabyul: When They’re Sick

It was that beautiful time of year when the world was getting colder and everyone and their mother was getting the flu. Sadly, when it came to Heartslabyul, the flu ran rampant. With all their tea parties and chores, everyone worked closely together. This meant that if one person got sick, the rest of the dorm was going to be following close behind.

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle actually gets sick more often than most think, he’s just good at treating it the moment it happens. He’s almost always stressed with his studies or running his dorm, so it’s not odd to think that he gets sick pretty often. Normally he’s just a slight cold that can be treated with over the counter medicine, and it’s rare that it’s ever anything more.

As per usual Riddle style, asking for help isn’t something he’s very fond of. However, even he knows his limits so when you notice him looking like he’s on death’s door and ask him if you can take care of him, he’ll reluctantly agree. He’s a good patient for the most part, but he will be criticizing some of your methods since he does have a background with medicine due to his parents.

The only hard part with Riddle is getting him to take medication that isn’t in a pill form. It’s no secret he prefers sweeter things, so he’ll be grimacing when you show him the disgusting liquid in the cup. He might even insist that he doesn’t need it knowing full well he does. Get Trey to work his magic and make it taste less vile and he’ll down it in one go.

When it comes down to what he eats when he’s sick, he’s very picky. It has to have all the correct nutritional value. He probably had a cookbook of things that are acceptable for you to make him while he’s on the mend. If you can’t cook then you best grab someone who can, because not a single one of these recipes are simple. They do seem to be amazing for healing someone though, so it’s worth a shot at making him some.

Once he’s all better he might be a bit more bashful around you for a while. You did just see him at his most vulnerable…well one of the times he was most vulnerable. He’s going to be thanking you, and promising if you ever find yourself in a similar situation, he’ll make sure you’re well cared for.

Trey Clover

It’s a bit harder to know if Trey is actually sick; he’s the oldest of his siblings and therefore was the one who always had to act like he was fine. When the flu swept through his home every year, he’d be the one taking care of everyone despite being sick himself. So when he’s sick he’ll just carry on as though it’s nothing and hope for the best. Not to say he won’t relax though if it gets bad, but it had to actually be bad for him to care about it.

He’s going to try and assure you that he’s fine despite the horrible wet cough he has going on, but if you insist even a little bit then he’ll give in and let you take care of him. It’s nice to have someone actually being the one to care for him since normally he’s by himself. He’ll make sure to express his gratitude while being spoiled by you.

Unlike some of his dorm members, he’s fine with gross tasting medicine. He swears he doesn’t even use magic to make it taste palatable…but you figure otherwise. Even while sick he’ll have that mischievous smirk and try to trick you, which normally means he’s starting to feel better.

He’s happy with whatever you make him to eat while he’s sick. He prefers things that are more bland while he’s feeling ill, but he’ll take something with a lot of spices as well to help unclog his sinuses. He’ll take whatever, as long as it’s not sweets. He knows the importance of eating correctly when sick, and can’t be coerced into eating a slice of pie for his mental well being.

Once he’s better he’s going to be thanking you a lot. Expect a delicious tart to be delivered to your dorm the moment he can move freely again without wanting to faint. He’s another one who’s promising you the sun and moon that if you ever get sick, he’ll make sure to take care of you.

Cater Diamond

Cater can be a bit dramatic when he’s not feeling well. In fact, you’ll probably be finding out through social media that he’s sick before you even see him. Probably captioning a post of “If only there was a nice nurse who’d come and save me from my misery”. It’s a hint, to whom though…well nobody other than you knows. Because it’s you. He’s hinting that you should take care of him since you’re one of the few people at Night Raven that don’t have another agenda and would care for him just because you’re his friend.

As soon as you knock on his door, the floodgates are opening. Cater hates feeling sick and anything but energetic, so being sick absolutely sucked for him. He’s going to be happy you’re there, but also asking if you’re sure about helping him since he doesn't want to make you sick. He’s conflicted to the max about you helping, but just give him some assurance that you’re fine and want to make him feel better.

He’s one of the best in the dorm when it comes to taking medication. Unlike Trey and Riddle, he doesn’t care much about the taste. He’ll down it in one go like he’s taking a shot of liquor and be done with it. He doesn’t put up a fuss and is overall a very easy patient, but he’s going to be asking for you to stay with him until he’s all better. Be prepared to grab a chair and drag it over to his bedside because he doesn’t want to be left alone.

Only time you really get to leave him is to go to the restroom and grab him something to eat. He’s simple when he’s sick, grab him some chicken noodle soup and call it a day. He doesn’t care if it’s from a can or homemade, as long as he has some he swears he’ll recover in no time. He even says it's more like a magical potion than actual food.

You’re probably going to be waking up with a fully recovered Cater hoping about. He’s always recovered fast from being sick, and this is no different. Just a little bit of rest and medicine and he’ll be ready for anything. Expect to be showered in affection the moment he can, thanking you over and over again and telling you that you’re the best nurse to ever exist.

Ace Trappola

Ace is one of the more dramatic members of NRC when he’s sick, but he’s going to be more whiny if anything. He hates the fact that he can’t do what he wants, but he also isn’t going to turn down the fact that this means he doesn’t have to go to class. It’s a win-lose situation for him really. If he is sick for more than three days though he will be regretting life and would rather be in class than dealing with this icky feeling.

If you offer him help then you just signed up to be his full time maid while he’s on the mend. Be expecting him to text you when he’s hungry or needs more water. He’s a huge baby, and will be teasing you the entire time. The good news is when the fever hits its peak his personality takes a dramatic turn. He becomes significantly more honest and is thanking you, even going so far to hold your hand and playing with it, letting you know he appreciates you helping him. When he’s no longer sick you best never mention this though, he’ll deny it since he can’t remember his fever induced haze.

He doesn’t like taking medicine, at all. He can down it in one go, sure, but he still hates it. He especially hates medicine that makes you drowsy since he despises the sedated feeling that takes over him. So if you’re going to be giving him medicine, make sure it won’t make him sleepy. If he gets that drowsy feeling where his mind can’t think straight and it’s not just from the fever, he’s going to be mad and refuse to take anything else.

He won’t turn down anything you make him, honestly. He’ll happily eat anything you bring him, even if it’s just something from the cafeteria. Just be careful if Grim comes with you, because the little cat is going to be trying to snag food off of Ace’s plate. The good news is if they begin arguing, you know Ace is starting to feel better.

The moment he’s better he is out of bed, ready to take on the world. He refuses to stay another minute in his shared dorm room, wanting to get out and cause some trouble. Of course he’ll be thanking you, but also saying that if you ever get sick, count him out of helping. He saw all the shit you had to put up with when taking care of him, and he’d rather not deal with that himself. At least he thanked you though…right?

Deuce Spade

Deuce is a mama’s boy, and whenever he got sick his mother would be the one to figure it out right away. This meant he was used to being taken care of the moment he got even the slightest of colds. Half the time he wouldn’t even realize he was getting sick, and since it was caught so early it was over before it even began. Sadly coming to Night Raven meant when he got sick and he didn’t realize it, it got bad and fast.

He’s the one reaching out for help before you even know he’s sick. Messaging you and informing you of his situation, asking if you could bring over some medicine and soup. He’s not asking to be babied, but he doubted his dorm mates would be much help. His best bet was Trey when it came to being taken care of, and he was too weak to leave the bed and inform his Vice Dorm Leader that he was in need of help.

When it comes to taking medicine, he dislikes it, but does it anyway without much fuss. He would always remember his mom’s disappointed face when he didn’t take medication as a child and learned how to just down it. Don’t be surprised if you hear him mumbling “Around the teeth, through the gums, watch out guts, here it comes.” Before drinking the meds. He’s going to be pounding a water bottle after it though to get the sickening taste out of his mouth.

Deuce will take anything you hand him while sick and be thanking you the entire time. He’ll even insist you eat with him and move over on his bed to have you sit down with your bowl of soup. He gets a bit more talkative despite his throat being sore, so tell him that he needs to rest after eating something. If you want huge brownie points, grab his phone and call his mom to find out what she puts in her lentil soup that she always makes when Deuce is sick. The boy will be crying tears of happiness the moment the first spoonful hits his tongue.

Deuce is a bit slower on recovering, and will take a few days to be back to his normal energy levels. After the first two days though you don’t have to worry about playing nurse anymore, it’s mainly just the after effects. He is thanking you though and expect a present to be in your mailbox when he is better. Mama Spade did teach her son to always thank people properly, so you’ll have a handwritten letter that’s barely legible and some snacks along with it.

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For His Birthday

Pairing: Wanderer x Fem!Reader Tags: Fluff, Unrequited Love , Birthday, Light Angst. A/N - This was written very late at night and the plot is kinda bad. Just wanted to do something for his birthday!

This is based on the recent letter he sends the traveller about how he has people planning stuff for his birthday behind his back. Possibly alluding to people having crushes on him. The reader, to preface, is not the traveller. You are someone who attends the Akademiya. I know this is a little late for his birthday, a day late to be precise. However, happy belated birthday Wanderer.

It was only the first class of the day and you were surrounded by whispers and talk. All gossip about the boy who had recently joined the akademiya’s birthday, Wanderer. Girls crowded around a table discussing what they planned to do for him, all of them had crushes on him. You couldn’t blame them. He was an average girl's dream - A brooding man with sharp features, a slim frame and perfect complexion. He wasn’t exactly nice to people all the time, he had a few choice words for the guys who were jealous of him. It was honestly quite amusing to you. You two hadn’t really spoken, but you often locked eyes while studying in the library. He was beautiful. He made your heart beat faster and your stomach flip. Especially when his violet eyes caught yours. It was his presence that made your days that little bit easier and although it took you a month or so to realize you liked him. Or well, liked the idea of him. It was love at first sight, you told yourself. The way he looked at you held emotion, you thought. He looked at peace when he looked at you. He didn’t glare at you, that might be something? Perhaps he felt the same? You wished. You knew he probably didn’t. It didn’t look like he was the type for love at first sight, he seemed like you needed to get to know him more. So when you had finally registered it was his birthday, you wanted to do something for him. Having heard that most girls in the Akademiya of your age bracket were doing something for him, you felt your blood boil in your veins. They had all baked him a beautiful cake, something that even just looking at it made you feel sick with how much chocolate they had used. They kept running away from him all day to hide their little plans, you had other ideas. You decided that after your day was finished at the Akademiya, you’d work on something homemade. A present. You didn’t know what he liked and talking to him would spoil the surprise. You also thought to give it to him in person, to his face. While the other girls planned to surprise him. You wanted to put their little gag to shame, for your pride and in hopes to show him how much you cared. Gathering bits and pieces you needed, collecting an array of Viparyas and Sumeru roses into a nice little bundle. Cutting fruits into little shapes, stars and planets. A small letter wedged into the bouquet of flowers and fruit. A heartfelt note to further explain the words you had collected in your mind. Finally, the most important piece. A homemade bracelet. It was blue and purple thread with a small crystal looking ball in the middle. You thought it was a beautiful collection of items for the man who had stolen your heart. The time had come, you watched the other girls as they began to hide in the bushes waiting to surprise him. Being the decent human being you were, waited for them to finish their shenanigans before approaching. But as they popped out with the cake, you watched the shock on his face turn to amusement. It wasn’t bashful or embarrassing amusement. It was mocking. He laughed at them mockingly. One of the girls even shed a tear as they all ran away. He sat back down into his seat, closing his eyes. That had you second guessing doing this. Not just because the thought of him rejecting you had a lump forming in your throat and tears pricking at your eyes, but the idea of him laughing at you too. It was such a sad image in your head, it was too much to handle. But, if he didn’t like you in the same way. You may as well rip the bandage off now instead of letting it fester, the heart only grows fonder in their absence right? You took a deep breath. Allowing for your mind and body to soothe itself of the incoming pain you were about to feel before approaching him. It wasn’t like you knew him personally right? This was simply one of your love at first sight delusions, you were being silly. Right? You had questioned yourself the entire approach. Eventually, you stood directly in front of him. Looking down at him as he sat with his eyes closed.

“Um..Wanderer?” Your voice squeaked out, nervousness thick on your tongue as you stuttered out his name. Watching him as he opened one eye, taking a look at who stood before him now. Thinking it was one of the other girls from before. He was surprised to see you stood there, he raised a brow. Looking you up and down, noticing the plethora of things adorned in your hands.

“What? Here to give me pointless gifts to celebrate my birth too?” He simply folded his arms at you. Your heart panged at those words, pointless? You’d put your heart and soul into this gift and so had those other girls. The pang in your heart turned into hurt and anger. Festering as your brows furrowed, a glare reaching him. He simply hummed, waiting for your response. “Come on, spit it out.”

You took another deep breath. “First, I wanted to say Happy Birthday. It’s obvious you don’t particularly enjoy your birthday, I don’t know why and I won’t pry. I’m sorry if what those girls did upset you but I’m not here to give something ‘pointless’.” You tried to be understanding with him, patient, gentle. Anything to ease the frustration that lingered in your chest. “Ever since you began studying at the Akademiya, I noticed you in the library…” You slowly began to ramble out your words, losing the small script you had planned in your head. Thinking about him made your thoughts fly out of your mouth without a second guess. “You worked alone, always. The only person I ever saw by your side being the Traveller. Sometimes, we’d make eye contact. Your eyes on me like that always made me a little nervous, even now just looking at you has my stomach in knots. Twisting and turning like a leaf on the wind. You probably noticed how many girls at the Akademiya have their eyes on you, and while I noticed you aren’t particularly nice to them or anyone. That’s part of your charm.” You continued like that for the next minute, rambling about how you thought he was beautiful. A magnificent work of art that could only compare to an Archon. That seemed to feed his ego a little, but a sad look also crossed his face as you said that.

Once you had finished rambling, you bashfully handed him the items. Finally, getting to your point. “What I’m trying to say is…I admire you. No, that's not the right word. I like you. I know we have only ever spoken once and it was extremely brief but I think you’re incredible. I want to be friends or something more if that’s the direction you’re thinking of.” He was speechless, not a quip or a witty comment. His mouth was open but nothing had come out. You had quite literally made his jaw drop. The silence made you shift on your feet, nervous. Quickly, a cocky smirk was placed onto his face. “Your intentions are to court me?” He questioned, seemingly confused at your revelation. He wasn’t mocking you so that was a first.

“Not exactly how I’d put it.” You replied, a small chuckle erupting as the awkwardness of the entire thing felt abysmal now. You found his wording funny, like you did most things he said to others. “How would you put it?” That made you pause, placing a finger on your chin and thinking. “I guess, I’d say I wish to pursue you in a romantic venture?” It felt more like you were asking yourself how you’d describe it rather than telling him. He picked up on that quickly.

“So you don’t know?” He raised a brow, looking at the gifts and scowling. Taking the letter and putting everything else to one side. “Do we ever know?” You questioned, though it was more of a statement. He gave an amused chuckle at that, like he understood you for a moment. It was progress. “I am not one who trusts easily.”

“That’s fine.” You replied.

“I am cruel and cold.”

“Also fine.” You smirked, having a small idea of where this was going.

“I’m not affectionate nor will I keep talking to you if you are a waste of my time. I also won’t share anything with you.” He kept going, but you kept saying it was okay and you’d forgive him. As long as he communicated it to you beforehand of course. In the end, you both came to an agreement of sorts. Not really. But it was a start.

“You can sit with me while I study.” That was the agreement, you were fine with that for now.

#genshin impact #wanderer x reader #scaramouche #wanderer #kunikuzushi #kabukimono #birthday #one shot #fluff #angst #unrequited love

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evansbby · 2 years

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you are currently sick (get well btw baby <3 )and i am struggling with my periods rn which got me thinking a looot about poyt!Steve!!!

Now imagine if omega got her periods (she is prego but let's say it happened before that), what would it be like for Steve and their sex?

Because from one side he is this insatiable, wild sex-animal that will never stop but he is also misogynist, so will it idk disgust him away?

If not, can you only imagine how it will be? 😭 Like omega is all scared, and her belly hurts from the cramps but Steve doesn't give a shit and thrusts in anyway. As usual he uses ✨gaslighting and manipulation✨ in a form of "Cmon, baby, I will fuck the pain away" or "I heard orgasm helps with cramps down there, just the tip baby" (LMAO NOT THE TIP) and if she keeps whining he straight up tells her to stfu. It might also turn him on that she is in pain idk?

-🪐

Oh you know what would happen. POYT!Steve is a fuckboy through and through, and if he’s horny then it doesn’t matter if you’re on your period, he will take what he wants bc he usually thinks of his own pleasure first RIP 😌😭

Warnings: smut, period sex, daddy kink, noncon, coercion, a/b/o dynamics, manipulation, gaslighting

(Let’s say this takes place before omega got pregnant obviously)

“Ah, Steve! Stop, please just… Give me a second to… Ah!”

Steve’s kisses are ravenous, plump lips trailing hungrily from your mouth to your cheek and down to your jaw, so insistent as his knee nudges your thighs apart.

“Why are you wearing all this shit?” He mutters impatiently, tugging off your robe before scowling at the sight of your leggings. “You knew what time I was coming home, so why aren’t you prepared for me?”

Steve prefers you in as little clothes as possible when you’re in the bedroom. And of course you comply because when have you ever said no to him? You’re often clad in just a shirt of his and panties, sitting on the side of the bed and waiting for him to return from football practice all riled up and ready to fuck you.

But today is different.

Today, Steve had come home to you curled up in his bed — which you had basically turned into your own nest with a bunch of blankets and pillows surrounding you. You also had your trusted hot water bottle plus your fuzzy robe and fuzzy leggings too.

The same fuzzy leggings that Steve is currently peeling off your body.

“Stop, Steve, please! I can’t!”

The alpha pays you no attention, his kisses getting more desperate, and you can feel his hard dick through his sweatpants, pressing into your clothed core. And being on your period, you’re extra sensitive so you can’t help but whimper softly, “Steve, I can’t!”

“You can’t, huh? I don’t remember the word ‘can’t’ being in your vocabulary, baby.” The blond forcefully tugs your top off, throwing it somewhere behind him and licking his lips at your bare breasts, “I’ve just come home from a hard fucking day at practice. The least you could do, as my omega, is wait for me without all this bullshit covering your body. What have I told you about easy access, huh omega? Tell me.”

“That good omegas wait patiently for their daddy to come home and fuck them. Preferably with no clothes on for easier access.” You recite before pressing your lips together, knowing it’ll get him angry when you push his roaming hands off you, “B-But, Steve, this is different! I’m on my period!”

Steve stops short, blue eyes narrowing as he gazes down at you almost suspiciously. You’re not sure how he’ll react, but his crotch is still rutting into you, almost as if he can’t stop.

“I’ve got really bad cramps, Steve. M-Maybe we could just… cuddle?” You feel embarrassed saying it, and so bashful because you’ve never asked him to do anything like that before.

“My little baby wants to cuddle huh?” Steve coos, putting on that condescending voice that he does whenever he wants to baby you and do depraved things to you, “You think just because you’re on your period, it gives you the right to deny your daddy? Huh? Is that what you think?” He taps your cheek meanly.

“N-No, wouldn’t deny you!” You cry, feeling his scent start to make your senses go numb, and you’re so torn because you really want nothing more than to rip his clothes off and let him have his way with you. But you’re also cramping so badly, you know it wouldn’t be the best idea.

“Really, because it sounds like you’re denying me. Denying your alpha. After everything I’ve done for you.” Quick as a wink, Steve flips you over onto your tummy, hiking your hips up and ripping your leggings clean down the middle. “How about this, baby. You give me what I want, and then maybe I’ll consider giving you those cuddles that you want.”

“But Steve, my cramps, I, ah!” The next thing you hear is the rip of your panties, and you feel this rush of embarrassment, heat blooming on your cheeks because you’re on your period, and Steve just doesn’t seem to care, looking straight at your bare pussy and pulling at the string of your tampon, taking it out and throwing it in the bin beside the bed while you bury your head in the pillow.

“You think a little blood’s gonna scare me off, omega?” Steve swats your ass, making you yelp, “I own your sweet little pussy. You’re my omega, I have every right to fuck you whenever I want. So you better remember that the next time you try to deny me. You should know better by now, but you still find ways to disappoint me, don’t you?”

You feel a rush of anguish, hating that you’ve disappointed your alpha. But it’s soon replaced by sparks of pleasure that bloom in your belly when Steve drives his big, thick dick inside you in one unforgivingly hard thrust, distracting you from the pain of your cramps in the process.

“Oh fuck, fuck, daddy!” You whimper, grinding your hips back against him while he holds you steady with his unforgiving grip, his dick so big and invasive inside of you — he’s fucked you so many times now but you still can’t seem to get used to his size. Your pussy squelches noisily around him, stretched out and feeling used already.

“Look at my sweet little baby, on your period yet still so horny for daddy’s dick. I knew you wanted to get fucked deep down, daddy always knows.” Steve’s got one hand fisted into your hair, jerking your head back as he completely ravages you, “What if I told my friends, told everyone what a huge slut you are, getting fucked on your period?”

“N-No, please! Daddy, please don’t tell them! I, oh fuck!” You’re slowly going delirious — it’s the effect that he has on you every single time he fucks you, renders you so dumb on his cock that all you can do is whimper and moan and take it.

“God, fuck. Tightest little baby pussy I’ve ever had,” Steve murmurs through gritted teeth, the squelching sound of your arousal mixed with your blood is embarrassingly loud, but it only seems to spur him on more.

“Never fucked a girl on her period before. But you, fuck baby, you drive me insane. Can’t get enough of your tiny body. Can’t believe you’re all mine, my little baby, my omega. My fucking wife, fuck!”

Your eyes widen when he says “wife” and it’s that one word that somehow seems to drive you over the edge — that and the fact that you’re so sensitive because of your period. You squirt around Steve’s thick dick in record time, moaning and crying out his name, rutting into him to prolong your high as he continues to fuck you.

“Mm, you couldn’t help but cum already, huh baby?” Steve gives your ass another harsh slap, “Bet you were all riled up, just waiting for daddy to come home. Bet you regret denying me now, don’t you? Well don’t you worry, baby. Daddy’s nowhere near done. But by the time I am done, you’re gonna need those cuddles — because you sure as hell won’t be physically capable of doing anything else.”

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frankcastlescumslut · 2 years

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pairing: steve harrington x henderson sister!reader

word count: 4.5k

summary: you and Steve end up drinking a little too much after having a movie night with Dustin, so the only responsible thing is to make him stay the night, right? (mutual pining!!)

warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort (reader has a nightmare), alcohol consumption, maybe a little misogyny?, tiny ST4 spoilers

a/n: first steve fic slay!! nobody can convince me that he isn’t the dorkiest yet sweetest little baby girl in the world. I’ll die on this hill.

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“You’re telling me a baby survived that shit?”

“Sibling love is a powerful thing, Harrington.” Dustin’s hand meets Steve’s back with a loud clap as they exit the theater, seemingly to have forgotten your existence as they critique the newest movie.

“Yeah, well, hate to break it to you Dustin, but Sarah is better than me. I don’t know how she left the Goblin King.” Your laugh echoes from behind, and you nearly run into them as they abruptly stop in their tracks.

“Um, ouch?”

“The Goblin King? Really?” Steve turns to you, one eyebrow hooked so high it could’ve touched his hairline, his mouth an open frown. Your shoulders touch your ears as you shrug, unwilling to elaborate, and push past them with a smirk.

The door to the cinema swings open before you have an opportunity to push through- Steve had practically sprinted ahead to hold it open himself, and you bow your head ever so dramatically towards him as a chivalrous ‘thank you’. It started as an inside joke, they actually call you King Harrington? like, seriously?, and you had to keep the joke rolling, knowing that it got under his skin; so, you addressed him like royalty. Eventually, though, it became your thing.

“Thank you, my liege.”

“Tis a pleasure, my fair maiden.” He nods back to you, nearly letting the door close on your brother.

“You guys make me sick.” Dustin practically shouts as you head to Steve’s car.

You’d be lying if you said the rumors weren’t a little humorous. The entirety of Hawkins is convinced you and Steve are dating, never believing your protests. “we’re not dating! she’s my friend!” “we aren’t a thing! he’s my friend!”

Of course you were friends- you were kinda obligated to befriend the boy that saved your brother’s ass more times than he could count, and you weren’t exactly unhappy by how often you would see him. Maybe it was a tiny crush you weren’t willing to admit, or the hair, or just the way you owed him for your brother’s life, it didn’t matter; Steve was a part of your life as well.

It didn't help that your best friend Robin happened to work with Steve and get all of the details. I swear, he never shuts up about you. Seriously, I love you both and all, but man. There’s only so much I can take before wanting to bash my head in because of his annoying voice. You never believed her, always quick to clarify that he was just a good friend, but she would always react with the same hum and eye roll. You can’t even be mad! You’re the one who got us to hang out in the first place!

But the rumors circulated nonetheless. King Harrington with the weird Henderson sister. It looked strange from the outside- an unlikely pair for sure, but it felt familiar- comfortable. You just understood each other. As friends. That’s it. Definitely nothing else.

Until you would both plop onto the couch after finishing the box of pizza, his extra bits of crust left over because you had told him that’s the best part over a year ago. Or whenever he would nonchalantly take a sip of whatever drink you held in your hand at whatever party you were at while you talked to a friend- handing it back to you, fingers touching lightly. Or the way quick goodbyes from your door frame turned into you walking him to the front porch, closing the door behind you for some semblance of privacy. And then of course the blushing that you couldn’t hide when you would wave to him before your front door closed, knowing he would only leave after ensuring you were safe in your home. Or the way you both clung to each other after evading death one too many times in an alternate dimension, never failing to grab at each other's faces and body to make sure you really had survived.

So while it wasn’t an anomaly for your heart to beat out of your chest when your hands collided in the popcorn bowl, or how Steve’s pinky finger hooked under your own as you clutched the arm of the seat during a scary scene, you both were still stuck with a knot in your throats and a bad case of cotton mouth.

The spark was subtle, but it was there. Neither of you knew what to do- knew how to acknowledge the hidden feelings, knew if it was worth putting a name to whatever you were suppressing- especially when nothing was guaranteed. In a place like Hawkins where anything was possible, you didn’t want to face a reality where one of you could return from a nightmare without the other.

“I’m just… not following you here. The Goblin King?” Steve calls after you as you make your way through your house towards the kitchen.

“It’s not for you to understand Harrington!” The refrigerator door muffles your response as you grab a few beers from the fridge.

You miss the way Steve turns towards Dustin for reassurance, throwing his arms out in disbelief.

“Women are complicated, beautiful creatures.” Your little brother consoles your best friend with another slap on the back.

“Yeah, cause you know so much about that, right?” Static of a walkie talkie interrupted Steve’s remark.

“Damn right I do,” Dustin walks backwards, two fingers pointing between you and Steve, “be good, I’ll be watching.” You can’t help but laugh as a pillow smacks against your brother, and you catch the way Steve blushes at the insinuation, as if he hadn’t dreamt about it for the past year or so.

Hours pass by as if they were minutes. You both end up talking about whatever comes to mind- somehow always circling back to your fascination with Jareth, it’s the hair, Steven. Innocent giggles fill the room as your stomach feels a little fuller and your head feels a little lighter.

“The hair, really?” Steve slurs his words a little too much, and you both can’t help but try to hold a serious face, failing as soon as you make eye contact.

He attempts to push himself off of the couch in order to throw the empty bottles away, but loses his balance and falls back with a laugh.

“You. Stay. No way you’re driving” you turn to face him, emphasizing each word with a finger to his chest.

“No no no, I’ll be fine” he waves at you, but you don’t buy it.

“Absolutely not. Get in my bed” you boss him, his eyebrow raising with shock.

“Hey! I’m not that easy.”

“Not like that, perv” you lightly smack him and grab the bottles as you hoist yourself to your feet. “But really, you’re staying here. I don’t want you to drive tonight.”

“Yes ma’am” you blush as he obeys with a salute. “One condition. You get the bed, I get the couch.”

“No way, you’re the guest. You get the bed.”

“And you’re a woman. You get the bed or I sleep in the yard, final offer.” He raises his hands apologetically.

“You know,” you finally join him in the living room with a smirk on your face. “You could sleep in Dustin’s room, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

“Have you lost your mind?” His eyes bug out of his head at the suggestion, causing you to laugh as you stumble behind the couch.

“Yeah, kinda.”

You start to collect blankets and pillows from the chest behind the sofa, unfolding and airing out the sheets and comforters. Steve grabs a blanket and follows your lead.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m… helping?“ His voice raises in pitch, surprised by the shock on your face.

“No you’re not, stop!” The blanket is snatched from his hands playfully. ”You’re the guest, king Harrington.” You wink at him as you throw a large comforter over the couch in usual fashion.

Although he enjoys your humor and the way you look out for him, he feels inadequate as he stands idly.

“Plus, I have a system.” His brow perks at your attempts to make him feel better.

“A system?”

“Yes, a system.” You say matter-of-factly. “For the perfect sleeping conditions.”

The fabric ruffles as you tuck it into the bottom cushions.

“First, you take all of the back cushions off and tuck a comforter instead of a sheet, like this.” You motion to what you’re currently doing.

“It adds more cushion and gives you more space. Then,” you grab the two firmest pillows you have before placing them in their correct spots. “You take two pillows like this and kinda put them at this weird angle, and then a long pillow goes this way to catch your leg.” Pillows completely hide the sofa at this point, “and then two soft pillows go right on top so it’s-“

“Like a nest.“ Your voices collide.

“Exactly.” You take a step back and beam at your perfect nest.

“How’d you come up with this system?” Crap. You hadn’t thought this through.

“Uh… personal experience.”

“Personal experience? Come on, you know you can’t lie to me.”

“I sleep on the couch.” You surrender, knowing that he was absolutely right- you were the worst liar in the world.

“What?” His voice sounds harsh and you wince slightly, but his face is painted with concern- his eyes soft.

“I, uh, can’t really sleep in my bed? Or go in my room, really. It just, uh…” you stumble over your words, embarrassed at the confession, not yet ready to meet your best friend’s face. Steve glances over your shoulder and sees the untouched room, confirming your statement.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“No, no, it’s okay. You don’t have to-“

“Where are you going to sleep if I’m on the couch then?” He noticed the way your face burned, clearly uncomfortable at the vulnerability and he tried to amend the situation by changing the subject, suppressing his longing to hold you in his arms. Admittedly, you hadn’t really thought about the answer.

“Good question” you laugh dryly. “I’ll call robin or something?”

“No!” he clears his throat, trying to hide his distaste for the change of plans. “No, really. I’ll sleep on the floor, you take the couch.”

“Steve-“

“Seriously. Lay down.” You give your best pout, somewhat teetering, but the hands on his hips tells you he’s serious.

“One condition,” you mimic his previous words. “You at least get on the couch too.” You’re not sure what got into you- guilt? maybe a teeny bit of desire? Regardless, whatever plan you were currently pulling out of your ass, it was working.

“Deal.” He agreed with a blush.

“Deal. Just, give me a second. I’ll look for some clothes or something.”

You disappear into the confines of your room, and he paces around the living room with a flushed face and hands running through his thick hair. Get it together, man. It’s just one night, she’s just making sure you don’t drive. Just one night. C’mon… He fights with himself, unwilling to entertain the possibility that you could possibly have feelings for him.

Meanwhile, your thoughts practically mirror his own from the seclusion of your room. It’s just one night. He’s been drinking, it’s not weird. He just can’t drive, that’s all. You rummage through your drawers looking for anything that Steve could possibly wear before landing on some long forgotten boyfriend’s sweatpants.

“It’s not much, but, here,” you shove the clothes into Steve’s sturdy chest. “You can change in my room, I’ll be right back.” Reality sank in as you practically ran to the bathroom with warmed cheeks.

He glances down at the clothes before watching the bathroom door hide your body- his hand nervously resting on the doorknob to your bedroom.

It’s not what he expects, to say the least. It’s… empty. Nothing hangs on your walls, nothing rests on your dressers or bedside table. The only sign of life comes from the articles of clothes hanging out of your drawers and a framed picture of you and Dustin at some summer camp. Dust collects on every flat surface- it's like a ghost resides in your room, and his heart breaks at the realization.

He pulls on the clothes with ease, trying not to wonder how you came into possession of men’s sweat pants. I’m not jealous, just curious, he has to convince himself before chuckling at the way the t-shirt mimics a crop top.

His feet bring him to the living room, and reality punches him in the gut.

He huffs as he paces throughout the living room, quickly blowing into the palm of his hand before breathing in to assess his breath. The hem of the shirt tugs in his grasp as he realizes how much skin is showing, afraid you would interpret it as a suggestive move. He opts to curl into the corner of the couch, hiding as much of himself as he could.

You weren’t expecting to find him so tense and leaned into the arm of the sofa. You also weren’t expecting to feel nauseous nervous as you approached quietly, wishing your sleep shorts and shirt offered a little more coverage. It’s just Steve, don’t be ridiculous. It’s just Steve.

You lightly fake a cough to announce your arrival, shying away as you watch his neck and cheeks redden, his eyes growing wide as he takes you in. You looked even more beautiful, if that were even possible, and he definitely tried to not linger on the exposed skin of your thighs.

“Here,” you had quickly shuffled towards the chest of blankets before handing him your favorite pillow and the softest blanket you had. He noticed the way your own cheeks warmed at the closeness and huffed a shy ‘thank you’.

He watched as you climbed onto the couch at the opposite end, mirroring his own position. You hoped you hadn’t made him uncomfortable by your current state and lack of clothing. Maybe telling him about the nightmares was a mistake and scared him away, or maybe you were just being particularly selfish and a coward, afraid of a bedroom- afraid of what you would lose if you let comfort in.

“I meant it when I said lay down.” His voice makes you jump as he interrupts your internal monologue.

“You’re not even laying down.”

“Well I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He throws his arms towards you.

“Well I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You admit, holding the same impatient tone.

“I’m not uncomfortable.”

“Well I’m not uncomfortable either.” It’s silent for a moment as you chew on your cheek, holding each other’s stare. There’s some kind of buzzing energy that fills the space between your bodies, and you finally cave.

“Damn it, Steve” you groan, rolling your eyes dramatically. “Just get over here already.”

You try not to laugh at how quickly he moves towards you, but you’re silenced when you notice the skin of his exposed stomach, happy trail peeking beneath the waistband of the grey sweats. Your cheeks burned and some unfamiliar feeling stirred within you, but you pushed it away as he shuffled behind you.

Oh God, oh God, oh God his mind chants as you curl away from him, your backside nearing his crotch.

Oh God, oh God, oh God you’re practically sweating as you attempt to get comfortable, thankful that he had no way of seeing the way your cheeks burned.

Steve throws the blanket over you, carefully tucking it in between your bodies, before closing the gap, praying he doesn’t get a boner. You feel the way his body tenses behind you; his hands find their place between his knees, and his forehead rests in between your shoulders.

The air stills in the living room as you both awkwardly lay against the other, afraid to even breathe. You feel the way his foot shakes, causing your own leg to shake with him.

“You can touch me, you know.”

“What?” He feels like the air was knocked out of his lungs.

“Not like that, you perv” you chuckle at his reaction, not willing to let your mind go there.

“I can’t even see you but I know you’re uncomfortable like that.” you attempt to twist your body some to find his face, only to press your back into him even further. “I don’t bite” He watches the way your head turns ever so slightly to reassure him, and he gently places his arm around you, sighing as he’s able to adjust finally.

“Is this okay?” It’s barely a whisper, but he has to ask.

“Yes, are you okay?” Your heart pounds in your chest as his breath tickles your neck.

“I’m great.”

“Hi, great. Nice to meet you.”

“Shut up” His knee nudges into the back of your leg as you giggle to yourselves, sleep pulling your eyelids close.

“Go to sleep.” You can hear the smile as he closes his eyes, resting his head above yours.

“You go to sleep.”

“You first.” You smile as his voice deepens and his hold on your waist tightens ever so lightly- the darkness behind your eyes suddenly becomes comfortable.

The clock strikes match the rhythm of your pounding heartbeat. Your head whips back and forth as your vision clears, red fog swirling around your frame. The ground beneath your feet squelches as you turn slowly, looking around for any sign of life. Your name being called from an invisible source startles you, causing your chest to heave in anticipation.

“This is your fault.” The deep voice growls, your body turning in circles to locate it.

“You sat there, watching.” Footsteps thud behind you.

“You watched your brother and friends sacrifice themselves, and you didn’t.”

“No, no this isn’t real.” Your voice trembles and your feet refuse to move.

“You watched like a coward.” His voice is behind you.

“I didn’t. You’re not real. This is a dream.”

“You watched, and they died.”

“This is a dream!” Your voice shrieks at your desperation.

Tree-like structures resemblant of rotten flesh shoot up from the ground, forcing you to open your eyes. Thick ropes support your best friend’s body to the post, tightening around his neck.

“No! No no no! Steve!” The sound of his name coming from your voice wakes him with a jolt. His heart stops as you shriek, afraid he may have squeezed you too tightly or even worse, you’ve changed your mind about him staying and were uncomfortable.

He grows stiff and pushes himself away from your curled body, waiting for you to call him a pervert or a freak and kick him out. It takes him a second to come to, and he watches the way your fingers grip into the couch cushion and your eyes squeeze shut. Your forehead is damp with sweat and your curled body shakes as you sob.

“Take me! Take me instead! Please!” His hands hover over your body as you sob beneath him. He knows the risks of

waking someone up during a nightmare, but his heart nearly cracked in two at the sight of you. His eyes are wild as he anticipates your mom or brother coming to help, but he notices the towels placed against the doors- sound proof. This was a normal occurrence.

“Dont hurt him! Take me! Please, no! Steve!“ his heart lurches at your desperation in your voice.

“Hey hey hey, wake up,” he whispers. “It’s just a dream, it’s not real.” He strokes your face, hoping it’s enough to wake you from your torment

“C’mon, c‘mon wake up, it’s okay! I’m here! You’re safe!”

“Steve! Please!”

“Sweetheart,” the pet name slips through his lips “it’s just a dream, it’s not real.” Worry etches into his features as he turns you on your back, his palm cradling your face.

“I’m here! You’re safe and I’m here. It’s okay. Wake up, sweetheart, it’s okay.” He’s equally shocked and relieved as your eyes shoot open and you gasp for a breath while scrambling to a sitting position.

“Hey hey hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.” He’s in front of you now; no rope around his neck.

“Steve?” Your lip wobbles.

“It’s me, I’m here.”

“Is this real?” Your voice cracks as you try to reach out and touch him, just to make sure. He holds your wrist gently before pressing your palm to his cheek, his own hand cupping the softness of your cheek.”

“It’s real. You’re real. It was just a dream-“ He’s caught off guard at the way you throw yourself at him, clinging to his frame as if he were about to slip away.

Your shirt bunches in his grip as he holds you, afraid that you would turn into a ghost if he let go.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers into your shoulder as tears threaten to spill. It’s too familiar- these types of embraces were too familiar.

“I thought I lost you. I-“ you stutter, “I thought you were dead and,” you hiccup into him and your body heaves with each sob.

“I'm not dead. I’m safe and so are you, I promise.” he rubs your back in soothing circles.

“Just breathe with me, okay?” you try your best and relax into him, following the steady rhythm of his heart that pounds in his chest.

“There you go,” he soothes you. “It’s okay. You’re safe.” The embarrassment hits as you become aware of your condition. You pull away from him, your head hanging low in shame, shying away from his gaze.

“Hey, it’s okay,” He leans to meet your face and you wipe a tear with the back of your hand. ”We’re okay, okay?” Your head nods automatically, and you relish in his tenderness.

”I’ll be right back, okay? Gonna get you some water-” your hand wraps around his wrist as he tried to stand, his gaze softening at the touch.

“Alright, you’re comin’ with me then.”

Your house was like a second home to Steve, so he had no issue locating your favorite mug before filling it with water. It’s silent in the small space of the kitchen. The water soothes your sore throat as you lean against the counter while taking small sips, wishing you could curl into yourself and disappear.

Steve’s heart breaks as he watches over you, finally putting the pieces together. Now it makes sense as to why you don’t have a curfew, why you drink coffee at the wrong time, why you always declined Robin’s invitations to a sleepover, why he was only allowed to come over in the afternoons. This was a normal occurrence.

You don’t say anything as you press off of the counter and head to the living room, hoping to gain a few extra hours of sleep. Steve gently shuffles around you, careful not to frighten you, before adjusting the sheets and pillows like you had shown him earlier. The thoughtfulness of his actions softens something inside of you, but the way he sits back against the cushions and extends his arms out towards you breaks something entirely.

Whatever guards you had put up, whatever boundaries you had established, whatever lies you kept telling yourself simply flew out the window. You were done pretending that everyone else- every rumor and gossip that filled your weird town- had been wrong, when really, you were afraid that they were right.

You fall into him with ease, hooking your leg over his waist and pulling yourself impossibly closer with an arm strewn across his chest. You practically laid on top of him, but he would never complain, even if his arm tingled with numbness below.

“I have em too, you know.” Fingertips trail over your back as you relax into him, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You do?”

“Yeah. They used to happen every night but they've slowed down.”

“What’s your secret?” You crane your neck in an attempt to look at him.

You.

“Luck, maybe?” He laughs through his nose and you sigh into him, not completely content with his answer.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?“ He adjusts his head slightly, wishing he could see your face. “For what?”

“That you had to see me like that.” You groan.

“Like what? An ugly mess?” His stomachs contracts as he huffs out a laugh.

“Hey,” you weakly hit his chest

”I’m kidding. You’re a very pretty mess”

“Like that’s much better?” you chuckle

“Let me try again,” he clears his throat dramatically. “Hear ye hear ye, here lies your majesty, queen Henderson, the most beautiful mess any man or woman of Hawkins will ever see!” You can hear the smile from below and your heart flutters at the compliment.

“God, you’re such a loser, but I’ll take it.” You strain your neck to place a chaste kiss to his jawline before quickly receding back to the safety of his chest.

You definitely notice the way his heart thunders below your ear, but you don’t mention it- yours was doing the exact same. It’s quiet as he rubs your back and his fingers scratch at your scalp lightly.

“It’s gonna be okay, okay? I promise.” You lift a pinky up to him, and he hooks it back with sincerity.

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“Well I’ll be damned!” A white flash of light rudely pulls you from your sleep, and you flinch at the loud voice.

“Mom, get in here!” You’re hardly able to squint your heavy eyes open, and Steve grumbles below you, his hands instinctively grabbing onto you as you stir. Dustin stands in front of you with the most shit-eating grin possible, a polaroid developing in one hand that rests on his hip.

“Dustin, go away!” You push your arm out towards your brother with closed eyes, sleep holding your body against Steve’s.

“No way! I was wondering how long it was gonna take before one of you guys caved! Jesus, mom had mentioned something about eggs drying up, and-“

“Henderson, shut up!“ Steve runs a large hand over his face, fingers press into his closed eyes, his other arm still firm against your back. “What time is it?”

“Damn it!!” Your mom’s shrill voice fills the room as she runs in and stops at the threshold. Steve shoots straight up, effectively flinging you away in the process, at the sight of your mom.

“Mrs. Henderson! I swear nothing-“

“Here.” She sounds disappointed as she reluctantly hands Dustin a twenty dollar bill.

“Did you guys-“ Your brows form a line as you take in the scene playing out in front of your eyes.

“Place bets? Yes. Since last year. Now if you don’t mind me, I will be making a call and playing tax collector.” Dustin bows dramatically. “Thank you both for your cooperation.”

You watch as your brother runs to his room, the static of walkie talkies and muffled yells, Guys! Come in! The eggs have hatched! I repeat, the eggs have hatched!, can be heard from the living room.

The couch huffs as you both lean against the frame, admiring the way sleep clings to your features. You can’t help but laugh at the way pieces of his hair disobey gravity.

“I think they’re talking about my ovaries.”

“Yeah, they totally are.”

a/n: thank you for the love on this!!!! I decided to make a little universe for them so here’s like a little part 2 :)

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cockslutpadalecki · 1 year

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Driving Home For Christmas

Summary: You’ve been avoiding spending any special occasion with your father ever since Steve became part of the family, but after many years of excuses, you find yourself back at home, and very much the subject of Steve’s affections.

Characters: Stepbrother!Steve x F!Reader.

Words: 2.5K.

Warnings: stepcest, step-sibling relationship, explicit sexual content, female masturbation, hate masturbation :), semi-public sexual acts, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), 18+. MINORS DNI.

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DECEMBER 22ND

“... Make my wish come true. Baby, all I want for Christmas... is—”

You quickly shut off the radio with a heavy sigh. Sick to death of the constant deluge of Christmas songs filling up every station you switch to, you wish you had taken up your father’s offer to replace your banged up old Buick with something newer. You would’ve taken anything that had a Bluetooth connection at this point, just so you don’t have to spend the next four and a half hours sitting in silence as you reluctantly drive home for the holidays. You don’t need to be in a foul mood before you even arrive.

Spending three secluded weeks holed up with your father and stepmom is bad enough. With the usual no-holds barred questioning about your love life that they expected you to respond to with no hesitation, you can deal with their overwhelming interest in your life. The worst thing of all would be having to spend those same three weeks in the presence of your elusive step-brother.

Steve Rogers is a real piece of work. An asshole right to the root, his cocksure attitude and poor treatment of women poisons him all the way to rotting petals that are on the verge of wilting. He’s half the reason you always make excuses to avoid Brooklyn when your father asks you when you’ll be visiting, not wanting to sour your trip or free time with Steve’s venomous personality.

Ever since you got accepted as an intern at a subsidiary of Stark Industries based in Ithaca, you did everything you could to get out of making the arduous trip home— birthdays, anniversaries, thanksgivings, even last Christmas became a battle between you, your father and his attempts of wanting to celebrate any special occasion with his only child. Phone calls would often end with him threatening to drive to Ithaca and bring you home himself, but he never did. The stubbornness you inherited came from him, and while it came in handy sometimes, you would often bash heads because of it.

This year however, you’ve run out of excuses. No more, “working overtime,” or, “my roommate went through a bad break up,” to get them off your case. You had well and truly exhausted every feasible lie, and ever since you agreed to spend the holiday season with them, you’ve ha an overwhelming case of nausea idling in your gut.

And when you pull up into the grand driveway leading up to your father’s estate, the weight in your stomach feels heavier than lead.

CHRISTMAS EVE

“Well, well my little thorn is back for the holidays.”

There it is. That deep, Brooklyn drawl you’ve spent trying to drown out with all nighters, tequila shots and some incredibly bad decisions.

“This is certainly gonna be a Christmas to remember.” And again.

You thought your luck had changed when you arrived late on Tuesday night. With no sight of Steve’s flashy Porsche in the driveway, you believed you might’ve escaped having to spend time with your conceited step-brother after all. Yesterday was spent happily reacquainting yourself with your parents without Steve’s scathing remarks and flirty stares across the room.

But when you wake up this morning, a casual glance out of the window reveals Steve’s car parked up next to yours, and it changes your mood instantly. You do your best to avoid him, sneaking around the house while you try to make breakfast as quietly as you can, but clearly his mission was to find you in this unofficial game of Hide and Seek.

You turn away from the sink, leaving your dirty plate to soak, and catch sight of Steve leaning against the kitchen door frame, arms crossed over his broad chest. The black t-shirt he’s wearing is far too tight and his biceps bulge beneath the fabric straining over his muscles.

Has he been working out?

“Hello Steven,” you mutter. A sadistic swell of amusement toys with the corners of your lips as you watch him stiffen at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue like bitter lemon. He hates that you always call him Steven, but that’s why you do it. To prove to him that his charms no longer work on you. That ship sailed years ago.

“How’s Mr. Stark treating you?” Hope he’s not working you too hard,” he asks, but there’s a distinct lack of genuine interest in your career.

“I don’t report to h— y’know, never mind,” you sigh. “Since when do you care?”

“C’mon, I gotta make sure my little sister is taken care of, y’know?” He grins wide. “Make sure someone sees to the stick stuck up your ass.”

Your jaw tightens at his words, muttering “fuck you,” under your breath as you stalk past him, hoping he won’t follow. No such luck.

Steve’s aftershave catches up to you before he does— the woody, leather scent burrowing into your veins like a parasite. “You know I happily would,” he teases, “again.”

You stop in your tracks, hand already poised on the banister, and turn to face him before you ascend the stairs. His bright blue eyes shine up at you, and you can feel the knot in your lower belly begin to tighten.

The voluptuous redhead dangling off of Steve’s arm looks like she’s been plucked right out of his wet dreams. Her dress clings to every curve her body has to offer, and the plunging neckline leaves nothing to the imagination as she follows him around the room, smiling wide when he introduces her to the slew of guests there at her parents’ behest.

You spend half the night with your lips wrapped around the rim of a champagne glass, the crisp bubbles numbing your tongue as you follow the servers from person to person, grabbing a fresh glass before you’ve even finished with your previous one. Your father catches you in the act from time to time, giving you a wary glance before flashing you a kind smile, just thankful to have you home for Christmas.

After an hour spent listening to your step-mom trying to set you up with Bucky, Steve’s equally egotistical best friend, you retreat to the bar in the hopes that being hidden in the corner of the room will keep you away from more potential awkwardness trying to make small talk with someone you have very little interest in.

But as if on cue, you make eye contact with Steve across the room and you watch your step brother lean towards his date, and whisper something in her ear before leaving the redhead to sip on her wine alone.

You do what you can to keep your gaze fixed elsewhere as Steve heads towards you, his lips quirked permanently into a sly grin.

Reaching you, he taunts casually, “where’s your date?” as he leans over the bar next to you.

He’s too close for your liking, the brush of his arm against yours making small bolts of electricity spark in your veins.

“Whiskey neat,” he mutters quietly to the bartender before turning his attention back to you. You can feel his stare hot on your skin, his eyes no doubt on the sweetheart neckline of your dress, giving him the perfect view of your cleavage.

“Didn’t want one.” You shift on your stool, changing positions. “Unlike you, I don’t need to keep my reputation afloat by fucking my way through Manhattan.”

Steve scoffs. “It’s more of a lifestyle than a reputation.”

“Ass,” you grumble into the rim of your glass, the sweetness of the rosé cleansing the back of your throat of champagne bitterness.

“I remember there was a time you loved my ass,” he retorts. “And those scratch marks you left on it.”

You feel your body twitch at the mention of the night you foolishly spent together three years ago. Steve has never let it go. Loves bringing it up at every available opportunity. You thought once you had slept together, he would back off— instantly bored of you once he’d got his dick inside you, but somehow it has just fuelled him even more.

“I wonder,” Steve shifts, using his elbow to prop himself against the bar to face you, “does your pussy still do that amazing fluttering thing when you come?”

Your face flushes hot at his words, your cunt clenching around nothing as you fight to keep your stare elsewhere, knowing if you look at him you might not be able to control yourself. Wetness gathers between the apex of your thighs and you have to swallow down the increased moisture clinging to the back of your throat.

Quickly, you slip off your stool, muttering, “I need the bathroom,” without so much as glancing back at him.

You have no idea how long you spend in the bathroom, staring at your clammy brow in the mirror while trying to convince yourself to leave the facilities. This is exactly why you don’t want to be here— despising the way Steve constantly and so easily gets under your skin.

The door clicks gently closed behind you as you exit, the soft sound of orchestral music floating up from the floor below and over the balcony in front of you. You slump against the mahogany, letting out a heavy sigh as you attempt to psych yourself up to make your way back downstairs, and hopefully avoid Steve for the rest of the night.

A deep, “The appetisers not agree with you?” cuts through your trance.

Christmas miracles don’t happen, after all. You close your eyes for a brief moment, breathing out deeply through your nose before opening them again.

“Don’t be so crass,” you eventually rebuke, giving the blue-eyed devil a side glance. Casually leaning against the wall with his hands stuffed in his pockets, a wide smirk pulls at his lips.

God, I hate him.

You quickly push yourself off of the expensive wood, and almost run past him to head back towards the stairs, but Steve quickly follows behind.

“You were in there for quite some time,” he observes.

“Had to powder my cheeks,” you say flippantly over your shoulder.

“Oh, see I figured that after our little chat, you had to excuse yourself for, y’know, personal reasons.”

You stop dead, whirling around on your heels to face him. “Don’t flatter yourself, Steven.”

He takes a step towards you as you shuffle backwards and eventually you collide with the pillar behind you, the smooth marble cold against your back.

“Don’t tell me you never think about that night,” Steve whispers, his icy cerulean stare piercing your soul. His body quickly closes the already narrow gap between you, and slowly swipes his hand down your bare arm, making you shiver. “That you don’t touch yourself thinking about how how good it felt when I was inside you, how hard I made you come—”

“I— I don’t.”

He moves closer still, so close now that his lips are inches from grazing yours. “Don’t lie to yourself, I think about it all the time,” he admits softly. “The way you called my name, that cute little whine when I kissed that special spot on your neck—”

Steve’s fingers smooth softly over the waist of your dress and down to the slit open across your thigh. Heat begins to blossom in the pit of your stomach, the resulting warmth causing your cunt to dampen.

“Stop,” you plead with a whisper.

“Don’t make me stop now,” he says. “I know you don’t want me to.”

He pulls away from you hastily, spinning you around to face the balcony, your eyes on the unassuming crowd below you. From this vantage point, the plush white Christmas garland hanging from the railings conceals you somewhat, knowing that if anyone were to look up, they’d only see as far as your waist for which you’re grateful.

As you grab hold of the balcony in front of you, you spot the redhead being shamelessly hit on by Bucky, and Steve slips his hand under the fabric of your dress, manipulating its way past the hem of your panties. You suck in a sharp breath when his skin finally skims yours, fingers brushing through your damp folds.

“Fuck,” he hisses into your ear. Your thighs instinctively tense as Steve starts working you open— just the tips at first, then as you warm to his touch, he manages to inch them in a little further, but there’s still resistance. “C’mon sis, let me in.”

Shifting your weight, you slowly edge your feet apart, and Steve’s fingers easily slide in right up to the knuckle. The hard pressure of his palm nudging your clit makes you whine under your breath as he places his feet between yours to keep your legs spread.

“There we go,” he praises. “Shit, how’d you always feel so fuckin’ good?”

Steve’s fingers begin to move, your slick soaking his digits each time he drives them back into you. You’re stunned that even though it’s been three years since that drunken mistake— and countless women for him later— he still remembers every dip and ridge inside you that makes your toes curl. It’s almost as if he studied your body with minute precision, determined to pull every strand of ecstasy from you with just his skilled fingertips.

“Oh god, Steve,” you whimper, clutching onto the balcony for stability. Each drive and retreat of his fingers sends you spiralling, and combined with the added pressure against your clit, your core is alight in seconds.

“You gonna come?” he teases over your shoulder. “All over my fingers, in front of all these people?”

His lips graze along the curve of your neck until he reaches the spot he remembers, placing a firm but delicate kiss to your skin. And with a whine, you do just as he predicts. The levee inside you breaks, and you surrender to your climax in a mass of hushed expletives and trembling limbs.

Steve suddenly shifts behind you, lifting the back of your dress with his spare hand before hooking your panties to one side with such fluidity, it’s almost like he’s practised this. Slipping his fingers from your sopping cunt, you huff at the loss before they’re replaced with something much thicker.

“Told ya this was gonna be a Christmas to remember,” he laughs, one hand splayed across your belly while the other is curled around your hip as he prepares to pull you back onto his cock.

You hold your breath as he enters you, only releasing it when you feel the taut muscles of his lower stomach pressing firm against your ass, and the fullness of his length stretches you to your limits. You hate how good he feels, how he was made to be inside you, but for now you’ll push away your disdain for the man behind you, and let him take whatever the hell he wants.

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