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g00-b0y · 7 months

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Alrighty so I've never posted a fic on here but I'm going to give it a go! This one's going to be a one shot maybe? I started a second chapter but I think it works well as a stand alone. It's TicciJack so if you do not like ships just scroll past.

They are my ADHD x Autism fav your honor

Jack walked through the woods slowly, his feet dragging through the fallen leaves. None of his usual carefulness was present as he stomped home. The sound of leaves crunching under him annoyed him immensely, but he didn’t have the energy to avoid them. He glared down at the leaf covered earth, as if it was the fault of the leaves for his bad mood.

Today had been particularly stressful, he hadn't been able to complete his task for the day and he'd have to double up on work tomorrow. His mood worsened with every step, every noise making anger boil up inside of him. He groaned and stopped walking, pulling his hair back into a thick ponytail to keep it out of his face.

He stood for a few seconds, closing his eyes and letting the cool fall breeze flow over him. His chest rose slowly as he took deep breaths, calming himself. He just needs to calm down before he gets home.

Jack plopped down onto the ground, hearing the crunch of leaves under him. Everything was too much today. He just wanted to be home, taking a shower in silence while all his worries washed off. But, Toby was there. Jack loved Toby with all his heart, but he knew he’d be all over him when he got home. Pretty much every other day, that was fine, but today he wasn’t prepared for all the stimulation.

No, it wasn’t Toby’s fault he had a bad day and he wasn’t going to take it out on him. He tried to relax, listening to the wind around him and the small noises of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the trees. This is nice, Jack loves nature and being outdoors, there’s no need to be angry at the birds and leaves for just existing.

After a few minutes of sitting, he pushed himself up and stood. Some of his annoyance had subsided, and he just really wanted to be home.

He continued the trek home, his mind drifting and wandering off to the mistakes he had made today. After a while, he and Toby's cabin came into view, the small worn down house blending into the trees around it, nearly invisible if you weren't looking for it.

It was dark brown, it had been made out of the trees around it to blend in better. Vines and moss had started to grow along the sides, as well as some poison ivy Jack kept forgetting to take care of. There were a few flowers planted sporadically around the house, not in any particular pattern. Those were Toby's, he had a special interest in gardening and had even started growing fruits and vegetables in the backyard. Jack couldn't eat any of the food he grew but he thought it was a cute hobby. Jack walked up and slowly opened the front door, looking around the living room for Toby. The house was oddly quiet for Toby being home. He was probably out in his back garden.

“Toby? You home?” Jack called into the house, hanging his bag and mask on the coat rack. He was greeted by an echo of his own voice calling back to him. Toby must be in the backyard, Jack concluded. He brushed the dirt off his pants and walked to the backdoor. The floor creaked beneath him as he walked. This was going to be an incredibly long evening.

He walked into the backyard and there he was, Toby. His neck jerked slightly to the side and he let out a loud sharp whistle. A smile crept onto Jack’s face, Toby was here and everything was going to be okay. He walked to his… friend. He walked over to Toby and sat beside him. The two looked at each other, a large smile taking over his face as he plopped down next to Jack, having previously been squatting while tending his veggies.

“Hey.” Toby said simply, looking up at Jack as he tried to hide the smile on his face.

“Hey.” Jack replied, watching Toby twist tomatoes off the plant. Toby hummed quietly, the two sitting together in mostly quiet as they just enjoyed each other’s company. Jack held his hands out and held the vegetables that Toby harvested. The two walked into the house, Toby telling Jack about his day as he began to work on his dinner.

“How wa-was work?” Toby asked, glancing at him. His neck jerked to the side and he smiled at Jack. Jack’s stomach dropped a little. He had almost forgotten about his failure today. He would have to break the news to Toby that he would have to be gone all day tomorrow, probably late into the night. He let out an involuntary sigh, seemingly peeking Toby’s interest. “What happened?” he asked, turning around fully and looking up at Jack.

“I, umm, I was unsuccessful.” Jack sighed. He stared at the ground and frowned, Toby was going to be pissed. They were only allowed to stay here if they both completed their work for the faceless thing keeping them imprisoned in these woods. He braced for the yelling and stared at the ground, incredibly ashamed of his failure.

“I’m so-suh-sorry to hear that, you want me to cuh-cook suh-some-something for you?” he asked. Not a hint of anger in his voice. Jack took a second to calm himself, Toby isn’t like that, Toby doesn’t yell at him.

“I…yea, that would be nice.” Jack nodded, meeting his eye and giving him a small smile. Toby nodded and pulled out another pan, Jack scrambled to grab some of his canned organs from the fridge. He handed the mason jar to Toby and watched as he started to cook them. They two stood in the kitchen silently for the rest of the cooking of the meal. Jack picked at his fingers and stood closer to Toby, glancing at him and watching him switch between pans. He added spices and veggies, seemingly not thinking about any of it as he threw it in.

“Why don’t you ch-cha-change out of your s-sm-sm-smelly work clothes.” Toby suggested lightly, knowing Jack must have forgotten after coming home. Jack nodded and walked to their bedroom, changing while Toby finished up dinner.

They reconvened in the living room. They called it a living room, but it was really just an old busted up couch that Toby had put in the effort to fix by adding patches wherever the stuffing had started to creep out of the seams. There were a few posters up on the wall, but neither of them had wanted to go through the effort of finding a television. Even if they did manage to find one, they’d have to barter with Ben to get the thing running well enough to be worth the effort. Neither of them particularly wanted to go through the exhausting challenge of finding something the spector would find worth it’s while. They knew the ghost was just a lonely kid who adored attention, but neither of them had the energy to deal with it on a regular basis. So instead they allowed Ben to pester Jeff instead of drawing it’s attention too often.

Together they sat on the couch, Toby practically on Jack’s lap as they ate in silence. Jack had not noticed, but Toby had obviously picked up on his mood and decided to keep most comments inside his head for the night. After they finished Toby took the plates to the sink, washing them up and humming to himself. Jack loved when Toby hummed, sang, anything musical. Jack had a very hard time carrying a tune, not having a musical bone in his body. But Toby? Toby could replicate almost anything with his voice, and somehow translate that to his busted up old guitar he insisted on keeping.

Jack stood and walked to the kitchen, watching Toby as he washed. It was hypnotizing. Toby had a certain way he did everything, especially cleaning. Jack occasionally tried to help, but he could never manage to do it the way Toby wanted it done, so he just watched instead. Toby never got angry when he messed up cleaning, but he could tell it made Toby anxious for some reason. After Toby finished cleaning, he washed his hands thoroughly. They walked to their bathroom together, neither of them needing to ask the other. This is simply what they did every night. They would have dinner, Toby would clean, and they’d shower together.

They undressed and got into the shower together. Toby stood in front of Jack, hogging all the water as Jack shivered. Jack simply rolled his non-existent eyes and started to wash Toby’s hair for him. Toby sang quietly, making up the words and notes as he went. Toby turned and looked up at Jack, but did not wash his hair in return. Jack did not need his hair cleaned as often as Toby as his hair was a different type. When his hair did need to be cleaned they would set aside an entire afternoon for Toby to clean and restyle Jack’s hair however he wanted. At first he was not very good at the styling part, but he had grown better after time and many YouTube videos.

They got out and dried off, talking quietly as they walked to their bedroom. Toby dressed in his boxers and laid on their bed. He fidgeted and squirmed as Jack got dressed. Jack eventually crawled into bed next to Toby and they assumed their cuddling positions. Jack laid on his side and had his legs up halfway to his chest. Toby laid on his back right next to him and laid his legs overtop of Jack’s. Toby scooted as close as he could to Jack and hummed. Jack told Toby about his failure to complete his work that day, his voice staying even and factual the entire time. Even if he wanted nothing more than to crawl out of his own skin. Toby nodded and listened, the only noises he made being the occasional whistle.

“It’s alright Jack. Maybe I’ll come help you tomorrow?” he suggested, tucking his head up under Jack's chin and closing his eyes. Jack froze. Toby was never this touchy, not that he minded. Toby only really wanted to be held when something was wrong, normally he insisted on holding the much larger man. Jack loved holding Toby though, so he did not comment. Instead he closed his eyes too. He played with Toby’s hair gently and slowly fell to sleep.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #eyeless jack #eyeless jack creepypasta #eyeless jack x ticci Toby #ticcijack #ticci toby #ticci toby creepypasta #ticci Toby x eyeless jack #ship fic #fanfic #approx 1000 words #no idea how to tag this

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parisbian · 1 year

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Trying to train myself to say "du coup" or "alors" as I reluctantly begin my work like a real french person, but I'm too emotionally attached to "donc"

#great word. feels good in the mouth. use it approx 1000 times a day

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joisbishmyoga · 1 year

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Donna Noble, from Tini and Wren's

#fanart #donna noble #doctor who #a pic worth 1000 words nope this worth 2 days of Nano so more like 3600 #also worth approx 120K of lovely lovely fic

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kurtcobainsgreencardigan · 3 months

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do you think if I start reading just lovers right now I could finish before valentine’s day ends (that’s what she said btw)

yes

#The average reader will read 1000 pages in 27.8 hours when reading at a speed of 300 words per minute #3 hours left till feb 15 #so you would need to read approx 2100 words per minute to finish just lovers before the day ends

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lyekisses · 1 year

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i wrapped so many presents instead of doing my finals tonight LMFAO

#i at least started one i feel like once u get the thesis going it’s smooth sailing #and it only needs to be 1000 words im prob at approx 250 and that’s just opening bs #i just really am worried about finishing beloved and coming up w an essay for that 😵‍💫#luckily im a fast reader i just get distracted easily lmao #obviously!#also i feel like i got too many presents for my family but….oh well!

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archermind · 6 months

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lover.

Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Description: You and Spencer had been dating a little over 4 months. It was your most serious relationship and a small part of you knew he was the exact person you wanted your parents to meet!

Word count: approx. 1000

M/L/N = mom’s last name

Content: fluff, fluff, and more fluff!

You stood at the front door of your parents house - a nervous Spencer Reid anxiously waiting at your side for the door to open at your side. You watched as he fidgeted with the small bouquet of flowers he had brought with him for your parents. You smiled at his generosity, knowing you had brought the right boy home to meet your parents.

“It will be okay spencer” you reassured him.

You took his hand within yours, interlocking your fingers and bringing it to your lips. You lightly kissed his knuckles before leaning into his side. He let out a shaky breath he so deeply held with nerves.

“Thank you Y/N” he whispered

Suddenly, the door in front of you swung open and your mom stood with a beaming smile. She reached out pulling you in for a strong nurturing hug. Your mom hadn’t seen you in a few months after you had been so caught up in all of your work within the BAU. As your mum pulled away, she looked at Spencer and gasped.

Spencer cleared his throat, “These are for you Mrs M/L/N”

Spencer handed the small bouquet over to your mom. She smelt the flowers and then placed a hand over her chest, looking at Spencer adoringly. You raised your hand out to take the flowers your mom was handing to you. As you took them, you watched your mom place her hands on each side of Spencer's face. You giggled at her gesture - knowing your mom was the overly loving type.

“Where did you find this one Y/N” she questioned you, “Oh Spencer you are adorable, i have heard so much about you!”

As you and Spencer took off your shoes, you once again gave him a reassuring smile before leading him to the living room. Your dad was nowhere to be seen, but you squealed with glee seeing your grandma. You and your grandma were so close, you would spend most of your afternoons with her before joining the BAU. Now you were in a different city almost every night with your Grandma on the phone each night.

“Hello grandma,” you exclaimed, hugging her. “This is my boyfriend Spencer” you gestured to him

“BOYFRIEND?!” she questioned with excitement in her voice

You smiled proudly as you watched Spencer bend his tall frame to hug your small Grandma. Soon, your dad rounded the corner - wiping oil off of his hands with a rag from the garage.

You straightened your spine, trying to present yourself confidently. Your father has never been the kind of man to think anyone deserved you. Every boy you had brought home, never gained his liking. It caused a drift between you and him throughout the years. Yet, you felt different about Spencer. Although you hadn’t told Spencer yet… you were pretty sure you loved him.

Spencer was the kind of boy who left small notes on napkins. The kind that took your hand and twirled you when you were showing him a new outfit you purchased. Often, he would kiss light feather-like kisses on the bridge of your nose before going to grab your favorite coffee. Every moment on a case that you had to use a bulletproof vest, he made sure you had yours on first and strapped properly before his. Spencer was different. Spencer made you nervous each day you were around him. Every kiss felt like fireworks and every touch caused butterflies. Whenever you were homesick… he felt like home.

Spencer walked over, shaking your fathers hand. You held your breath for a moment until you saw your father bring him into a hug and give him a strong pat on the back. You sighed with relief. You didn’t want anyone giving Spencer a difficult time, he was a lovely person. He wouldn't have deserved your dad’s usual trials and tribulations.

Time passed and you all began catching up around the dining table, tucking in to a lunch that your mother so kindly prepared. Common questions were asked, “How do you both cope with the stress of cases?”, “Where are you both off too next?” and many other questions.

“So Spencer, I bet your mom is proud that she raised such a lovely son!” your mother spoke, dishing out more carrots onto her plate.

You coughed, not knowing what to do. You glanced at Spencer - you knew briefly about his past and everything his mom had been through. However, it wasn't yours to share. You placed your hand under the table in search of his hand. When you found it, you realized he was shaking with nerves. You lightly squeezed his hand when it was in yours.

“She is!” Spencer gave a warm smile.

You took a sip of your wine, Spencer went back to eating his food. You could feel the accidental tension within the room. You felt really bad for Spencer that he was put on the spot. You wished that you could rewind time and skip over any questions about Spencer’s family or childhood.

“So Y/N…Spencer… When am I going to hear the little pitter patter of feet?” your grandma asked giving a toothy smile of her dentures

You almost choked on your wine as Spencer lightly laughed.

“Oh my goodness! Yes!” your mom joined with a cheerful glint in her eye “i want an excuse to buy baby clothes Y/N!”

Spencer turned crimson as you looked at him in shock. Wanting the embarrassment of your family's questions to swallow you both up and spit you out far away from this dining table. You looked back at your mom and grandma giving a look of ‘i'm going to kill you after this’. The two mothers shared a lighthearted laugh, knowing the havoc they had just caused.

“Well Spencer, I am sure you are a wiser man than me but let me share this information” your father started as he grasped Spencer's shoulder, “Y/N was a nightmare child… i would not suggest making another one of her”

Your jaw dropped as Spencer turned to smirk at you. Your family’s shared laugh warmed your heart but you gave Reid an apologetic smile. This was how your family had always been - loud and jokers. You felt comforted to know Spencer took the awkwardness on the chin as he rubbed your back up and down. A small gesture that held a lot of comfort and meaning.

A few hours passed, Spencer had helped wash up with your mom and rambled all about cars, fishing and sports. Specifically basketball - they shared deep conversations about strategies, positions and history. You onlooked every moment, your heart filled with warmth and adoration for the man so gentle and kind towards your family.

Saying your goodbyes, your dad quietly pulled you aside. You began to become nervous. Awaiting the moment your father tells you ‘don't even think about bringing him to thanksgiving!’

“Y/N… i like that peculiar boy…” he started, “make sure you keep that one!”

#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid imagine #dr spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid x reader #mgg x y/n #mgg x reader #mgg #mgg fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #doctor spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n

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verstappensrealwife · 2 months

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Home is you - Fernando Alonso x Reader

fluff.

age-gap. not specifically mentioned but the reader is younger.

approx. 1000 words

fernando alonso masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

Seated in the luxurious confines of his private jet, en route to Bahrain for the electrifying Grand Prix season opener, you found yourself ensconced in a cocoon of anticipation and desire. Across from you lounged the man who ignited flames of passion within your soul, his intense gaze igniting a firestorm of longing and yearning deep within you. As you gazed out of the window, ensnared by the mesmerising spectacle of clouds stretching endlessly across the cerulean expanse, his voice, velvety and laden with desire, pierced through the tranquil ambiance.

“Go on a date with me,” he murmured huskily beside you, his words dripping with an intoxicating blend of sincerity and playful allure.

You turned to him, a soft laugh escaping your lips at the unexpected proposition. “Pardon?” you replied, your voice laced with amusement and a hint of teasing.

“Please~ go on a date with me?” he pleaded, his smile infused with the heady scent of whiskey that hung in the air, a testament to his valiant efforts to ease his nerves during the flight.

Amused by his endearing persistence, you leaned in closer, revelling in the magnetic pull between you. “I don’t know if my dad will approve of you, sir,” you teased, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes.

“What!” he exclaimed, his offence giving way to a grin of delight. “Let me talk to your dad, sweetheart, I’m sure I could convince him.”

After a brief pause, he regarded you with a dreamy expression, his eyes alight with adoration. “You’re pretty,” he declared softly, his gaze tracing the contours of your face with reverence. “D- Do you have a boyfriend, pretty?” he hiccupped slightly, his smile widening with each passing moment.

You nodded, a tender smile playing on your lips. “A husband, actually,” you replied, your tone infused with affection and determination.

His brow furrowed in confusion, his expression a mixture of disbelief and jealousy. “Leave him, be with me!” he urged, his words slurred with the remnants of alcohol. “Who is this man?” he demanded, his concern palpable.

With a knowing smile, you retrieved your phone, turning the screen towards him to reveal his own reflection staring back at him. “Wh- Wait, I am your husband!” he exclaimed, realisation dawned on him. “So can we go out on the date I planned?”

You nodded in agreement, squeezing his hand affectionately before attempting to release it. However, he held on tightly, his grip a reassuring anchor in the swirling sea of emotions.

Later, in the privacy of the opulent hotel room, he began to sober up (barely), the lingering effects of alcohol fading away as he prepared for the evening ahead. With meticulous care, he adorned himself in his finest attire, his efforts a testament to his unwavering devotion to you. As you emerged from the bathroom, your beauty was enhanced by the artful application of makeup, his breath caught in his throat, his heart swelling with an overwhelming surge of desire.

“Whoa… Hola Cariño,” he joked, his voice husky with desire as he approached you, his hands tracing the curves of your body with electrifying precision. “I could just cancel dinner, then we could skip right to dessert?”

You blushed, a playful glint dancing in your eyes. “Shut up,” you countered, a coy smile playing on your lips. “But no— I just dressed up all nice for you— so you are gonna wine and dine me.” With a gentle press of your hands against his chest, you planted a tender kiss on his cheek, his grin widening as he playfully smacked your ass before guiding you towards the door, anticipation burning like a blazing inferno between you.

Under the soft glow of twinkling fairy lights strung overhead, you and your partner find yourselves nestled in a cozy corner of the enchanting garden café. The air is still alive in the evening, with the melody of chirping birds and the gentle rustle of leaves, lending an ethereal quality to the evening.

As you sip on glasses of sparkling champagne, your fingers intertwined with Fernando's, you can't help but marvel at the sheer magic of the moment. Across the table, his eyes sparkle with affection, mirroring the starlight above as he leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours in a sweet symphony of intimacy.

With a playful twinkle in their eye, your partner reaches for a delicate rose nestled in a vase on the table, presenting it to you with a flourish. "For the most beautiful woman I've ever set my eyes on," He whispers, his voice a tender caress against your ear.

Your heart swells with warmth as you accept the flower, its petals soft beneath your fingertips. "Thank you," you murmur, your voice filled with gratitude and love.

Together, you share laughter and stories, each moment infused with a sense of joy and wonder. The world fades away as you lose yourselves in each other's company, the hours slipping by unnoticed in the embrace of your love.

As the night deepens, he rises from his seat, extending a hand towards you with a smile. "May I have this dance?" he asks, his eyes sparkling with mischief and longing.

You accept with a smile, rising gracefully to your feet as he leads you to a makeshift dance floor bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. With gentle movements and whispered promises, you sway together in perfect harmony, lost in the rhythm of the music and the embrace of each other's arms.

In that moment, time stands still, and all that exists is the two of you, wrapped in a cocoon of love and affection. With every step, every touch, you feel your bond deepening, your souls intertwining in a dance as old as time itself.

As the song draws to a close, you find yourselves reluctant to part, the magic of the evening lingering like a sweet, lingering dream.

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welcometomyoasis · 7 months

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How seventeen would take care of their sick s/o

Pairings: svt x gn! reader Genre: fluff, established relationship Word count: approx. 1600 words Warnings: none A/n: i know this trope has been used 1000 times but literally everyone is getting sick now? Dedicating this to all of you rn. I hope you all feel better soon.

🍒 Seungcheol

Overdramatic (1). He would literally cry. You’re his baby and he cannot stand seeing you suffer. He will take care of everything, don't you worry. Just stay in bed and rest. He will be so so attentive and will pander to (almost) all your wants/ needs. You want soup? He’s ordering it right now. You want an extra pillow? Here take the one he was leaning on. You want cuddles? Who cares if he gets sick right, his baby needs him. But god forbid you try to move or do anything else other than rest. He will scream and is not above locking you in the bedroom when you try to go to the living room just for a change of environment. He probably forgets to open a window so he is definitely going to get sick after this. You will then need to take care of a whiny whiny baby Cheollie.

😇 Jeonghan

Partner privilege has its perks. Although Jeonghan doesn’t enjoy movement and is kind of lazy, he will always make an effort for you. He will run all over the house and run out to the store to get you literally everything you need. You will see him run in and out of the room to get you food, water, medication, cold packs for your fever, sweets for your sore throat etc. He gets tired easily though so he will likely just bring everything into the room at some point and make you both a little nest in the bed. You can just spend the time snuggling together and sleeping the rest of the day away. Jeonghan’s presence alone will make you feel better.

🦌 Joshua

Joshua will literally drop everything to take care of you. When you are sick, he is the perfect balance of worried and calm. Obviously, he worries because he loves you. But, he also knows how to deal with it with a level head. He takes all the necessary steps to find out what illness you are plagued with so that he can specially prepare a care package for you. In it, you will find everything you need and it comes with a bonus! Him! He is like your personal nurse and will stick to a regimented care plan to help you get better soon. Medication every 6 hours, small portions of food every 4 hours, forehead towel changes every 5 minutes. He doesn’t expect anything in return too because he is that selfless and he knows you would do the same for him. He does take kisses as a form of payment though.

🐱 Junhui

Jumps around the house in happiness? To your amusement, even if he is worried, Junhui is very very excited to be able to take care of you. He has fantasied about this before. You are always taking such good care of him and he wants to be able to repay you for all that you do. He probably has a checklist of what he should be doing for you. He goes through it diligently at first before throwing it aside and just doing what he feels is right. He might go a bit overboard with the care? You might wake up to a thermometer being shoved in your mouth or yet another wet towel being put on your forehead. Still, he’s making an effort and you really appreciate it.

🐯 Soonyoung

Overdramatic (2). Soonyoung will scream his head off about how his precious baby is sick. How can you get sick? Which evil germs got you sick? He will scream about wanting to fight the germs that are in your body. Will 100% make you laugh until you cough your lungs out. He will sober up after a while to actually take good care of you. He can’t cook to save his life so he might call his mother and ask her to send a list of food that would be good for you. He will also ask her for advice on what to do to make you feel better. Soonyoung will follow all her advice really diligently because it’s your health at stake here. And if there was one thing he was extremely passionate about, it’s your wellbeing.

🐈‍⬛ Wonwoo

Wonwoo will ask if you want to go see a doctor. He will respect your choice either way but in his opinion, if you aren't feeling well, it's better to let the professionals handle it immediately. He definitely attends to your every need and makes sure to put on the humidifier in your room to help you feel more comfortable. He also makes sure that he is always reachable or contactable if he is out of your sight. That means that he will not play video games that require him to use headphones. Wonwoo will be quite happy to read silently next to you (or in the living room) so he can listen out for you. And he would certainly be happy to read to you if you wish.

🍚 Jihoon

While Jihoon won’t make a big fuss when he gets sick, he will be a little frazzled when you do. He is at a loss as to what to do? I feel like when he gets sick, he just pops some medication in his mouth and sleeps it off. But he knows your needs are different from his. He is ready to help though so just take a bit of time to explain to him what you need. After that, he will be more than capable of taking care of the rest. He’s really intuitive as well so he might be able to detect when you need something before you do. That said, he is scared of getting sick too so maybe don’t expect as many cuddles?

⚔️ Dokyeom

Overdramatic (3). Similar to Junhui, he has been waiting for this day. Dokyeom will dress up like a nurse, complete with a surgical mask and gloves. He kind of looks like a real nurse? He will take this really seriously and try to emulate everything he has watched in medical dramas. Actually does a great job? All the questions he asks are similar to what a real doctor or nurse would ask you. He “prescribes” you the correct medication too. Ibuprofen for your fever, sore throat, and headaches, and extra cuddles from your adorable boyfriend. It’s really endearing to see Dokyeom act this way and it makes him so happy when he learns you really enjoyed his little act.

🐸 Minghao

Minghao would know you are getting sick even before you do. He’s so observant and attentive towards you that he knows all the telltale signs. In the days leading up to you getting sick, he’s already taking preventive measures. Giving you warm tea, telling you to rest more, giving you more nutritious food and vitamins. It definitely helps because when you do get sick, you don’t feel like death. Minghao is also so prepared that he has already stocked up on all the necessities. He knows all the little hacks and tricks to help you feel better too. In a way, he’s kind of like your walking home remedy.

🐶 Mingyu

Perfect househusband. Kind of freaks out at first but then immediately springs into caregiver mode. He might not be the most knowledgeable about medication? So you just need to guide him there. Other than that, he’s busying himself in the kitchen to cook all sorts of comfort food for you. Like soups and porridge. He will come into the room constantly to check in on you, and will bring things like water or tea with him. Checks your temperature constantly. He does go overboard with the cuddles and kisses. Combine that with him running all over the house, he probably will get sick too. Whines and sulks when he does because then who will take care of you?

🍊 Seungkwan

Flutters between worried boyfriend and mothering hen. Seungkwan would be so concerned for you and will constantly check in with you about what you need. At the same time, most things he says will be punctuated with things like “i told you to take care of yourself”, “how can you get sick”, “don’t overwork yourself please”. You eventually grab his hands to tell him he doesn’t need to worry so much and he can take a breather to just rest with you. He will sigh and probably talk about what else needs to be done as he is climbing into bed. It’s just his coping mechanism and the way he shows his cares towards you. And you wouldn’t change anything about it.

🐻‍❄️ Vernon

Vernon isn’t the type to make a big deal or fuss over anything (ahem Seungcheol, Soonyoung and Dokyeom). He will take you getting sick within his stride. He knows that everyone deals with getting sick differently. So, he will ask you what you would like him to do. If you say you need medication or food, he’s already out the door. If you say you want him to stay with you, he’s getting in the bed next to you. Or if you say you just want to be left alone to sleep, he’s giving your forehead a kiss and dimming the lights to your room on the way out. He tailors his actions to what you want. He’s just so sensitive to your needs in that way.

🦦 Chan

I feel like with Chan, it could go one of two ways. The first is that he doesn't really know what to do. Not that he doesn’t know what to do when someone gets sick, it’s more like he doesn’t know how to help you. So, he just tries his best to observe and ask what you need as you get over your sickness. The second way is that he is fully prepared. He is very independent so he knows all the steps he should take to help you. He gets you medication, forces you to rest. He also knows that he should avoid getting sick so he opens the windows for air circulation. The fresh air ends up helping you as well and you recover faster than you thought. Regardless of whichever way it goes, you can bet you can depend on Chan.

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blood-red-ocean · 5 months

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Alcina Dimitrescu X Sick (Fem) Reader

As requested by @alcinaslittlemaid! I hope you feel better soon ♥️

(I wrote this on my phone at volunteering so please excuse any typos/formatting/grammatical errors! I'll fix it at home if I need to.)

Genre: Fluff/Comfort

Category: F/F

Relationships: Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader

Word count: Approx. 1000 words.

Summary: You've come down with one hell of a flu, and you find yourself plodding to Alcina's quarters for comfort. Fluffiness and soft Alcina care ensues.

The Lady's bed dwarfed you as you lay in the centre of it, drowning in blankets and your own misery. When you'd awakened that morning, you felt like you'd been used as a chew toy for a Lycan, every muscle and joint in your body aching. You barely remember waking up in your own bed and miserably trodding out of your room and down the halls, blanket wrapped around you as a cape - what you did remember was your surprise when you entered the Lady's chambers, crawled into her bed, and were met with no strict words or resistance, only with an arm draped over you and a surprisingly soft voice.

"Oh, draga... You truly aren't faring well, are you?" She had said, her voice breaking through the sickness-induced brain fog and prompting you to nuzzle into her embrace. She chuckled softly and you vaguely mentally registered her brushing some of your hair away from your face, tutting as her fingertips brushed your forehead. "You're positively burning up... We can't have you roaming the Castle in this state, now can we?"

You shook your head and coughed a little, wincing as your lungs protested the action. The Lady had tucked the numerous blankets around you as you hid your face your face in her embrace, her fingertips alternating between running through your hair and running up and down your spine. She hummed thoughtfully, murmuring to herself as you slipped in and out of a light doze.

"Miranda, maybe...?" She paused. "No, Miranda wouldn't work. Donna, perhaps... Draga mea?" She was speaking to you now, and you didn't lift your head, just made a small sound of acknowledgement. "I need to retrieve something. It's of... Vital importance. Be a brave little thing and stay here, yes?"

If you had been more present, you would have noticed the lilt in her voice, and pieces together that she wasn't going to retrieve something for herself. As it was, you were exhausted and your mind was consumed by brain fog, and you could only whimper as she pulled away from you. She shushed you and caressed your cheek, whispering to you. "Do not fret, Iubita mea. I will return before you realise I've left. Be a good girl and stay here, for me."

And stay there is exactly what you did. The blankets covering you were heavy and soothing, the scent of the Lady's perfume making your senses come alight - or at least as well as they could, with your nose blocked. The crackling from the fire in the corner echoed around the room, gently lulling you back to sleep every time you woke up. Your sense of time was shaky in your sick state, and you weren't sure how long it had been since the Lady left the room. Just as you were thinking maybe you should drag yourself from the blankets and back to your own bed, the door swung open and the familiar sound of her heels on the hardwood floor blessed your ears. The sound came closer and there was a shuffling, followed by the bed dipping beside you. You distantly felt her hands patting the pile of blankets on top of you gingerly, and suddenly you felt them slip under you, pulling you from your little cave.

"Now, now," she murmured in response to your indignant grumbling. "None of that. Come here, draga."

She pulled you into her lap, where you curled up into her, your hand gripping the collar of her nightgown to keep her there. You closed your eyes and pressed your face into her, but not before you caught a glimpse of what she had brought in with her. Beside the two of you on the bed was a wooden tray, bearing an assortment of pastries, fruits, some honey and two cups of tea. One of them looked like regular herbal tea, and the other seemed to almost shimmer. You made a confused noise in the back of your throat and looked up at her.

"That, dragostea mea, is a concoction of Donna's own creation." She lifted the cup to her nose and inhaled deeply. The sight of the teacup in her larger than ordinary hands made you smile weakly. "It is a combination of healing herbs, some roots, and some berries for sweetness. Come, draga." She held the cup to your lips and added, "It will make you feel better. You have my word."

You placed your hand over hers and obediently sipped the steaming liquid, blinking in surprise as the mixture of spices and sweet, tart berries exploded on your tongue. You kept drinking, the Lady rubbing your back and murmuring to you in Romanian as you did so. When the teacup was empty she pulled it away and replaced it with a sweet pastry, which you nibbled on thankfully. True to her word, you started to feel better, your mind clearing along with your sinuses. You realised with renewed clarity where you were and you blushed deeply, attempting to sit up.

"I-- Thank you for looking after me, my Lady. But I--"

"What did I tell you about calling me that, prințesa mea? You can call me by my name. It's okay."

"Alcina," Using her name felt powerful, intimate. "I really should be returning to my quarters, I should rest--"

"Nonsense." Alcina held you closer to her, her grip around you tighter. She smiled sweetly at you. "You have a raging fever, ursuleț. No, no, I really do think you need to stay here. You need to be properly taken care of."

You didn't have it in you to argue, or even think about leaving her arms. You closed your eyes and let yourself slump against her, and you felt yourself drifting off again as she ran her fingers through her hair and rocked you, singing a lullaby in soft Romanian - singing you softly to sleep.

#resident evil #horror #resident evil 8 #alcina dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #resident evil village #re fanfic #resident evil fanfiction #romance #fluff #alcina x reader #character x reader #fanfic #request

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lunaapudleonem · 26 days

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Astrology readings ✨

Hey guys!! I am doing paid astrological readings from now on and I wanted to write down the prices. Here's what I offer:

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ikeromantic · 3 months

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Leon, Bookstore, Marshmallow

Leon goes out in search of a book the Belle is reading so he can understand her better. Approx 1000 words of the lion being such a sweet lamb. IkePri New Years Event story!

Leon took a deep breath, steadying himself. This was it, he thought. His moment of truth. His amber gaze took in the seemingly endless shelves of books. Somewhere amidst the leather covers and gold lettering lay the book he sought. All he had to do was find it.

Well, find it and read it and understand what the Belle loved about it. But one challenge at a time, hm?

The prince adjusted his collar, uncharacteristically nervous. Then he walked down the first aisle of shelves. He wasn’t sure how these things were organized. Hopefully by title. His calloused fingers traced along the line of titles as he read through them. Cooking Herbs. Life in the Garden. A Kitchen Garden Primer . . . Ok, definitely not this shelf.

He shifted his attention to the other side. “No. No. Mmm.” Not this shelf either, Leon thought. Just a bunch of bird books. The next aisle beckoned him, the hope that perhaps her book could be found here.

It would have been so easy to give this task to a servant and simply wait for delivery, but he wanted to be the one to pick the book off the shelf. To buy it, and bring it home. He wanted every step to be him, his effort and time. Because . . . Leon cleared his throat. Focus, he thought.

“Good afternoon, sir. Did you need help finding something?”

The voice surprised him, but of course the shop would have an attendant. He turned to find an older man, his wispy white hair combed back, a smile on his face, and ink on his fingers. Leon smiled. “I am.”

The elderly bookshop owner smiled back, a kindly smile. “Do you know the title or author? If not, I can also find the book if you know what it’s about.”

“I think the title is Destined to Love? I’m not sure about the author. It’s a romance though.”

“Destined to . . .” He eyed Leon, taking in the fine clothes, the sword at his hip, the warrior’s callouses on his hands. “I do have a copy. But I must apologize, sir. I cannot sell it to you. It’s reserved and I do not know when I will receive additional shipments from Kogyoku.”

Leon’s brows rose. “It’s from Kogyoku? I didn’t know.”

“I have several other titles. Perhaps another book?” The old shopkeep gestured to a shelf on the other side of the store.

The prince shook his head. “It has to be that one.” He fixed his amber gaze on the shopkeep. There was an intensity in his eyes that he was unaware of. The weight of an emotion unacknowledged. A passion unrequited. “I need that book. Tell me what I can do to change your mind, Mister . . .?”

“Akatsuki.” The old man frowned, stroking his chin. “If I may ask, my lord, why does it matter so much to you?”

“Please, call me Leon.” He patted the old shopkeeper’s shoulder. “Have you ever wanted to know everything about someone, Mister Akatsuki?”

He nodded slowly, studying the prince’s face. “Everything?”

Leon’s smile grew. “Everything. What she likes, or doesn’t like. The thoughts she has when she smiles. What makes her frown. Her favorite color. The perfume she wears. Her dreams.” His voice was gentle and full of warmth, a purr of pleasure just thinking about the Belle. He could see her in his mind’s eye, curled up in a garden chair, book open in her lap.

“And this book will teach you these things?” Akatsuki looked at him, an eyebrow raised.

“It will teach me something. She is reading Destined to Love now, and she smiles so happily when she does. Yesterday, when she closed it, she held the book to her chest for a moment and looked so - so beautiful.” Leon took a breath, his heartbeat speeding at just the memory.

The old shopkeeper had a twinkle in his eyes as he pursed his lips. “Was she now? That sounds about right.” He sighed and tugged at his chin. “I suppose there’s no help for it then.”

“No help?” The prince wasn’t sure what Akatsuki meant. “Please. I need that book. There must be some way to -”

“Come here.” The old man gestured for Leon to follow. He took him to a backroom where several wood boxes sat in tall, narrow stacks. “I need these out on the floor and open. Start with that pile there.” He pointed. “I’ll tell you where they go.”

Leon grinned. “Thank you so much, Mister Akatsuki! You have no idea how much this means to me.” He pulled the shopkeep into a hug, surprising the old man.

Akatsuki chuckled and patted his back. “See if you thank me in an hour, hm?”

The prince set out every crate, opening each one. It was no easy task and he was sweating under his fine coat ten minutes in. An hour in, his arms started to ache. Two hours later, as he set out the last crate, his muscles felt tight and hot. This kind of lifting was nothing like swordplay or horse riding, and he was pretty sure he’d be stiff tomorrow. But it was worth it.

He grinned at Akatsuki as he set pried the last crate open. “What’s next?”

The old shopkeeper laughed. “Energetic, aren’t you? But I’m afraid that’s all I need help with today.” He fished a thick book from his apron pocket. The cover was dark leather, the words inscribed in silver along with a trail of falling cherry blossoms. Destined to Love. “I believe this is the wage we agreed to?”

Leon pushed his hair back from his face and used his sleeve to wipe away the sheen of sweat. “You have no idea how much this means. Thank you so much.” He was smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.

Akatsuki smiled back, the creases beside his eyes crinkling. “Just remember, the sum of what a woman wants cannot be contained in any single book. Talk to her. Listen to her. Treat her like a princess.”

“Better, even.” Leon took the book reverently. It was thick and heavy in his hand, weighted with more than just the freight of its cover and pages. “Thank you again!” He hurried from the shop, his heart singing.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri leon #leon dompteur #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff

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eggyboyoart · 7 months

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Liar

TW: Blood, Sharp Weapon (Spear), Physical Violence, Claws, Reader is part dragon, Peng and Reader fight

Summary:

You and Peng fight head to head in the final battle.

Blows are exchanged and feelings are hurt.

A/N: My brain is fr melting from how aggressively I think about this goofy bird. I also wrote this at midnight so excuse me if its a bit messy.

Length: 1000 words approx.

The wind slashes against your face as you and Peng collide in the air; creating a deafening sound and unbearable pressure as you push against each other.

You grit your teeth into a struggling grimace as you feel Peng shove against you; their Ji glancing off the tough scales along your arms with magic infused sparks. You drive forward, avoiding Peng's spear and shoving them back a few paces in the air. You see Peng's face twist into a snarl as you combat them in the sky, their fuchsia eyes glaring forward.

Anyone else would suspect their eyes to be filled with hate, but you know better.

You know Peng.

Its not hatred that is in their eyes; its betrayal.

Its bittersweet how they feel betrayed when they're the ones who caused this mess in the first place.

None-the-less, Its clear to you that they feel just as strongly about this fight as you do.

Peng surges forward with their Ji, striking towards you with lethal intent. Their sharp weapon glances off of your naturally scaly armour with a shower of sparks and cackling magic. Momentum caused them to involuntarily shift forward and as they do; you lift a hard fist and crack them right in the head; sending them flying off to side with a grunt.

Your chest aches painfully with remorse as you exchange blows with your once friend. Every strike you land, every hit you dodge, drives a stake of hurt deeper and deeper into your heart.

You catch Peng's Ji in your scaled hand; sharp draconic claws scratching deep grooves into the surface as you both come to a standstill.

They can't jerk away and neither can you, so you shove forward and against each other; trying desperately to overpower the other with raw strength as you compete.

Energy and magic cackles around you. Electricity sizzles and pops around your hands and in the back of your throat, awaiting the command to surge forward in your next deadly blow.

You're close enough that you can see their face more clearly. Your eyes stare firmly into theirs, trying desperately to see some kind of reason within them. You bite down the chaotic energy bubbling in your throat, swallowing down the breath attack before opening your mouth; yelling at them with a desperate plea towards your once closest friend.

"PENG- you have to realise the situation cannot go on like this! You and I both know Azure can’t control the Jade Emperor's power any longer!"

Peng's eyes narrow against the roaring winds, glaring at you as they snap back. With they speak, their voice is smothered with their usual mocking tone, though this time its accompanied by animosity and spite. You can only just hear their voice over the thunderous wind and crackling of your own draconic magic.

"Of course, you would speak ill of your new Emperor. You've always had problems with authority, haven’t you?"

Anger thrums in your chest as they snarl viciously at you, a sort of feral grin tugging at their beak as they taunt you. You feel them press down harsher on their Ji and you clamp your claws down in return, holding the deadly spear from slicing forward into you. You jerk your head forward and bite back, annoyance and desperation lining you voice as you shout at them.

"You aren't getting it! Azure is in real danger and you're just encouraging him! Hes going to kill himself-"

"Why do you care? You seemed to waste no time attacking us when you first showed up!"

Peng suddenly surges forward with a shout. You just barely manage to keep a hold of their weapon as they continue their assault on you, their feathers whip around wildly in the wind. Your arms ache with strain as you push against them, your clothes flapping in the torrent of air around the two of you.

When their words process in your mind, you stare forward at them with an appalled grimace.

"Why-? Why do I CARE? The Brotherhood- YOU meant everything to me! I thought we were close-"

You briefly close your eyes against your better judgement, your mind whirling on what to say. You call out desperately to your friend, hoping to make them see reason.

"I cared for you like no other and I thought you cared for me too!"

You pour your heart out, snapping your eyes open and using your strength to make a shove against them. Their wings flare in a struggle to keep up with your own pressure.

As Peng tuts in a mocking tone, your heart drops to your stomach. Your eyes go wide and you feel pinned down as they lean forward, their beak pulled back into a sardonic sneer. When they speak, its cold.

"Clearly, you are mistaken. It seems like you were the only one between the two of us who thought that way."

They’ve never talked to you like that before.

Your eyes stare forward, stunned and your blood runs cold as you hear them speak. You replay the words in your mind and you almost think you misheard- you hope you misheard, but the sneer on their face says otherwise.

You're silent - and for a moment you feel your hands slip slightly on their spear. You jerk back into reality, hissing in pain as the Ji digs into your palm, drawing a drop of sizzling blood that coats their blade.

Peng’s eyes snap to your hands as they hear you hiss, fuchsia eyes watching carefully. You almost think – for a brief moment – that the pressure behind their spear lightens for a second.

You snap your gaze back to Peng, who looks at your hands with a strange expression.

You would assume it was guilt, but after this?

This whole situation?

You don't know what they’re feeling

You don’t even know if this is even your friend anymore.

The thought sends another icy pang of sadness through your veins and in a desperate attempt for a reaction, you surge forward again; shouting.

"You can't mean that!"

Peng seems to snap out of their stupor, shaking their head and glowering at you, sneering with a mocking grin.

"I mean every word! You never meant anything to me-"

Rage and rejection fill your core and you feel your own sparking magic surge into your arms; allowing you to shove Peng away from you and send them flying back.

You feel a bead of fizzling blood drip down your hand and fingers. Your palms ache with the cuts from your once best friend's own spear. Their eyes are wide with shock at seeing you in such a primal and raw state of betrayal and anguish.

They barely move as you scream out in disbelief, lunging forward and unwilling to believe they never felt anything for you.

"LIAR"

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mandoalorian · 10 months

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Hey Rach my love, could I request something soft with Javi P and gender neutral reader please.

Something where they're just relaxing in bed in each others presence. And Javi thinking how unbelievably lucky he is.

Love you loads x

Peace [Javier Peña x gn!Reader]

Rating: Teen

Word count: 1000 approx.

Warnings: Narcos-related themes so soft mentions of drug-use, war and violence. Mild sexual themes.

Notes: Love you so much Meg, my number one supporter<3 This isn't appearing in tags so please reblog to help spread it around and support my work<3

MASTERLIST

How did this happen? Javier adjusted himself, turning onto his side and watching you sleep next to him peacefully. With every breath, your chest would rise and fall, and tiny little snores escaped your lips, signifying you were in deep sleep.

Javier had been to war-- he'd killed people and watched his friends be killed. He'd seen first-hand how drugs took the lives of innocents, women and children. He'd chased and been chased. He'd thrown punches and been punched. He'd been through it all and yet he never imagined that, amidst this real-life nightmare, he'd have the privilege of meeting you.

He remembered the day so vividly. What was originally an office day had turned into a day of chasing a Cartel lead and had ended in a shanty bar east of the small village in South America where he'd been staying. He spotted you sitting underneath the cheap amber lights, nursing a whiskey, slumped alone on a bar stool, staring into the almost empty glass. It was a vision he'd never forget. You weren't local, but instead, visiting the area on an expedition for work.

Javier never usually had any trouble with approaching attractive individuals such as yourself, but with you, he hesitated. He didn't want to hit on you or plan on taking out any of his sexual frustrations with you. But he was a gentleman and he would offer to buy you a drink.

"Rough day?" Javi asked you, his smooth-as-silk voice breaking your stare with the whiskey glass.

"Rough day." you confirmed with a huff, offering the man a weak smile.

"Hm," Javier hummed. "Can I fill you up?"

You almost choked on your own tongue. "Excuse me?"

Javier barked out a laugh at your reaction, realising his words could have been easily misinterpreted considering the circumstances.

"Your glass," Javier laughed. "Can I buy you a drink?"

You never usually felt inclined to accept drink offers from strange men but Javier seemed different. You weren't the naive type either. You could trust your instinct therefore you could trust him. You accepted the Agent's offer and watched him as he turned away and headed to a free space void of crowds at the bar. He seemed like a natural, getting the bar maids attention immediately.

The day you met Javier he was wearing tight denim jeans and a pale yellow button-down. Clipped to his belt was an officer badge with the word 'DEA' engraved into it. You later accused Javier of wearing the emblem to impress you, but he still remained adamant that he'd simply forgotten to take it off.

You and the agent bonded quickly and hit it off so well. Javier had never connected with anyone the way he connected with you, not even his ex-fiancee, Lorraine. You were different.

You interrupted Javier out of his thoughts, calling out his name tiredly as you rubbed your sleepy eyes.

"Oh, hey honey," Javier said, placing a chaste kiss atop your forehead. His moustache tickled against your skin.

"What time is it?"

"Just past three," Javier replied, leaning over you to check the alarm clock on your bedside.

"Oh my God," you dramatically pulled your pillow out from under your head and put it over your face. "Why are you awake?"

"Was just thinking about how lucky I am to have met you," Javier answered truthfully. You let out a groan and Javi walked you playfully before pulling the pillow away from you so he could see your beautiful face once more.

"Really?"

"Yes, really," he imitated. "I love you so much."

You wanted to bite back with something snarky but you were simply too sweet on your boyfriend to do that. Sighing in defeat, you cuddled up next to him and buried your head into the warmth of his chest.

"I love you too."

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gallivantingheart · 8 months

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shaken

wonwooxreader approx. 1000 words genre: angst, hurt/comfort warnings: stalker, violence

You didn't realise how dangerous dating as a famous person could be until you got home. The lights off in your flat. Wonwoo was grabbing something from the car while you opened up the place, slipping into fluffy slippers and already slinging your bag up onto a hook, and your coat on a hanger. You stop. Looking about the place, you feel odd. A tingle on the back of your neck and a sudden stiffness of your shoulders. It felt like it was more than just you in the room.

You turn your back to turn the living room light on, a quiet hum of one of Wonwoo’s songs under your breath to try and ease you. A hand falls on your shoulder, heavy and foreign. Spins and pushes you into the wall.

A man, about your age, has a snarl in his eyes. “Tell me you love me. Stop leading me on and tell me the truth!”

You shake your head, sliding upright and backing up into the open. “I- I don't-”

He whirls, glares at the picture of Wonwoo and yourself after a trip to a quaint bookstore and cafe. In a fit of rage, blood rushing into his face, he yells and sweeps it off the hall table, glass shattering. You scream out, covering your ears as your felt shards of glass bounce off your bare calves. He yells again, grabbing you tightly, his grip pressing into your shoulders and shaking you.

“You’ve been looking at me for months. Lying to the world.” He breathes, heavy and desperate, eyes glinting uneasily. “Even your house is fake.”

You shake your head, trying to press yourself through the wall to anywhere but there. “I’m sorry, I don’t know who - how did you get in here? Let me go!”

Everything is swirling and thundering, compounding at once. How did this manic man get into Wonwoo’s house? Where is Wonwoo? Who is he! Now the man shakes you so hard your head thumps into the wall, his mouth ajar so you can see strings of spit lace his mouth. You felt nauseous, bile churning.

“You liar! At the bookstore? You smiled and told me you wanted to see me again. Then you left with this idiot. And then at the signing? Ugh, why am I spelling this out for you - you’re the one doing it! You love me! Hurry up!” He screams.

You cry out again, eyes squeezed shut as you shake your head again and again like trying to physically agitate him from your head. He rattles you again and you croak out a sob, flinching at his sharpness. He shudders breath, shoving you back into a wall, roaring messily at you. It cuts off suddenly and his hands pried free. His hands being the only thing that held you up in your knitted sweater and silly slippers, you slither to the floor, disregarding the glass scattered. With the distance, you open your eyes to see him thrown across the room. Wonwoo, a pile of bags dropped at the door. He rushes him, bony fist flying. Your assailant is laid out on the floor as Wonwoo fixes you with his severe gaze. He helps you right, holding you as he shifts you behind him.

“Baby, call the police.” He murmurs.

Your hands fumble for the phone in his hand, peering wearily at the stalker - yes, that’s what he was - disorientated on the floor. Once you’ve taken it, Wonwoo’s hand laces with your own, squeezing tightly.

“Don't you ever touch my girl again.” You’ve never heard that cold snarl from your Wonwoo before, only in stories from others.

The man groans as you stutter out the address and a plea to hurry. “He-he isn’t armed but he assault - assaulted me.”

“Ma’am are you safe?” The responder says quickly.

You nod before clearing your throat. “Yes. I am.”

The stalker squints at the both of you from the marble tile. “Your girl? You’re crazy. She’s only got eyes for me, don’t you?”

Wonwoo’s eyes glint sharply behind his thin rimmed glasses and even you shy away. He steps in to loom over him, glass crunching underfoot.

“Do not look at her. Do not speak to her. Look at me. If I had my way you’d be a smear on the floor.”

Authorities make their appearance now, two officers running in, two more hanging back at the front door. They swiftly scoop up the intruder and escort him away in handcuffs. Wonwoo is by your side, curled around you as you mutter your statement. It’s brief seeing as it was so short and happened so quickly. Still, feeling the phantom grip of his hands on you has you tremble. Your boyfriend presses dry kisses to the crown of your head, rubbing circles into your back. The officer hands you their contact card and a case number scribbled in cobalt blue, take a few pictures of the fall out and then leave as quickly as they came.

You take a deep shuddering breath, closing your eyes to centre yourself.

“Baby, are you okay?” Wonwoo says softly, so warm.

You let out a broken sob and lean into him. “Why me? I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t flirt or anything.”

He guides you to your cramped peach two-seater sofa, tucking you into his side. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. Some people are just…delusional. They see someone and put things there that aren’t actually there. Parasocial relationships and obsessions.”

You cry out and almost laugh, getting his crisp shirt wet with salty tears. All those big words, as usual. “What now? Are there more like him?” You blubber, muffled into him.

You weren’t ready to face the world properly, see that your house no longer felt like a home. No longer the safe haven. Would that be all you saw now, where your hall table stood. The memory of being harassed and his crazy eyes that never once left you. He didn’t take anything, but you felt robbed. Wonwoo presses more kisses to your hair, your temple, your knuckles twisted up in his collar.

“Honestly? Maybe. So, we’ll install some better security here and whenever we go out from now on, we might need some discreet security to tail us. So not everything we do will be private now. But if it’s to ensure your safety, so be it.”

Ha, always so direct.

You hum and shuffle closer, slinging yourself half over him. The more of him you felt, the better you felt. Safer.

“Thank you. For saving me.”

He scoffs. “Always will.”

#caratwritersclub #kbookshelf #svt fic #seventeen fic #wonwoo fic #wonwoo imagine #wonwoo scenarios #seventeen wonwoo #wonwoo angst #wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo #hoarder bin #written

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superpixie42 · 4 months

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Hello Hello Lovelies,

I know my AO3 has been a little ghost town -y (life, am I right?) but I'm super excited to have something (dare I risk jinxing it and say on time) to share for our @inuparentsday celebration next week! I originally had a very... elaborate... Plan with the help of @brain-rot-hour and her magnificent drawing skills but life said nope... I'm still hoping to finish that piece sooner rather than later, but I hope this more straight forward piece inspired by Episode 89 "Nursing Battle of the Rival Lovers" goes over well, too.

Rating G - Approx 1000 words

Working Title: Izayoi vs Inuyasha and the Cold Medicine Show Down

Summary: Izayoi faced a steep learning curve when it came to baby hanyou care; but by the time her son was five she felt like maybe she finally had a handle on this mothering gig. That is, until one particularly snowy New Moon when Inuyasha turns his very human cold, wet, running nose up to his medicine claiming he doesn't want or need it, and even though he can't smell it he's sure it was too gross to bear. But Izayoi knows a fever is nothing to take lightly, and dawn is a very long way away. What's a nervous mother to do?

#inuyasha fanfiction #InuParents Day #wip wednesday

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ivystoryweaver · 10 months

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EVENT CLOSED

See 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist

*dips toe in water* Is it ok if I celebrate? I've been on tumblr for ages, but quiet as a mouse. I posted my first story 6 weeks ago today with exactly zero followers. Thanks to everyone who jumped on board and has been so kind and encouraging!

Celebration and new Oscar pics below the cut:

My Masterlist

Let's party! I will be taking requests for: 🌙Moon Knight - Marc Spector, Steven Grant and/or Jake Lockley 🕸️Across the Spiderverse - Miguel O'Hara 💫Star Wars - Poe Dameron ^ these are the babes I've written at least something for, before. If you wish, I can attempt: 💵Triple Frontier - Santiago Garcia 🏜️Dune - Duke Leto Atreides 🎬Scenes From a Marriage - Jonathan Levy There are a few other Oscar Isaac characters I might attempt, if asked. I'm keeping this celebration Oscar-centered while I get my bearings around here. — rules: • must be following me & must be 18+ • I'm not expecting many requests, so no limit at this time, but let me know your top priority request if you have more than one.

Pick a character (above) and request: 🖼️- a moodboard - you can tell me the scenario or vibe, or I can pick for you! Telling me a little about yourself will help 🦸🏽🤵🏽- a character blurb from one of my stories My Masterlist 📝- a drabble: approx. 250-500 words - tons of prompts if you need them, or your idea can be original! here - romantic confession dialogue prompts here - married life prompts here - tender prompts here - affectionate prompts here - protective prompts here - variety prompts: angst, fluff, smut, bittersweet 📚- ficlet (these will be slower getting back to you) - up to 1000 words; see prompt list, directly above 🤔- headcanons for blorbos 📚- fic recs - Recommend a fic for me to read - can be yours or someone else's, OR ask me for recommendations because I've been reading for FOREVER ❓- questions about me, my stories or anything at all 📸- send me your favorite pic or thoughts about your blorbo 🤍- get to know you questions here or Top 3's here - ask me to get to know me, i'll answer and ask you one back! ⬅️➡️- follow backs - I need more blogs to follow. Tell me why I should follow you. What are you into?

NON-anonymous requests will be fulfilled first, but anon requests are welcome! Thank you so much if you read this too-long post! Much love!

My Masterlist

✨I leave you with these yet-unposted pictures of Oscar (because tongue and blurry lil wave) ✨

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