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sevcasejay1chicago · 10 months

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If your requests are still open I would like to request the reader and her three boys (Kelly, Casey, and Jay). Where the reader has to deal with one of her boys being hurt on the job (you choose who) and the other two have to comfort her while she tells them her fear of loosing them due to their dangerous jobs and they tell her that no matter what they will fight to come home to her. Maybe some cuddles at the end as well!

Thank you! Love your writing btw! 💖

Come back to you- Kelly Severide, Jay Halstead, Matt Casey

Warnings: probably wrong medical terminology, basically having a panic attack, CPR mentioned, a curse word or two

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To say you were exhausted was an understatement. After working a 18 hour shift in the ER, you were more than happy to come home and collapse right into bed. Given that Kelly and Matt were at the station, Jay was left to make sure you took care of yourself. You were meant to be home hours ago, but someone called out sick, so you offered to cover half of their shift. Luckily, Jay had the day off, so he was able to pick you up when Maggie found you asleep in the doctors lounge. Jay had only had you home for a few hours when he got the phone call. You were cradled into his chest, sound asleep, when Matt called.

“Matt?” Jay whispered, trying not to wake you up. He knew this couldn’t be good. Matt and Kelly never called while on shift. A text here and there to check in was common, but they always gave a warning before calling.

“Jay. K-Kelly. Umm, I, We need you and Y/n to m-meet us at M-med.” Matt stuttered, fear gripping him as he watched Brett work on Kelly.

“Okay. Alright. Take a breath.” Jay said, partly to Matt and partly to remind himself. “How bad?” Jay dared to ask.

“Not good Jay.” Matt replied, right as monitors started to go off in the background. “Fuck. Kelly. Don’t you leave me.” Matt yelled, placing the phone between his ear and his shoulder.

Jay shook you, not bothering with a slow wake up call given the situation on the other end of the phone. ”Wha?” You moaned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you looked up at Jay. You could see the fear in his eyes and knew that something was wrong. “Which one?”

“Kel.” Was all Jay replied before you snatched the phone and let Jay out from underneath your body.

“Matt?” You asked, not even bothering to check the caller ID. You could hear him breathing heavily, the sound of the heart monitor beeping loudly through the phone and Brett yelling at Violet to step on it.

“Baby. I, we need you and Jay to meet us at med. Okay?” Matt panted, continuing CPR on your lover.

“Are, are you doing CPR right now Matt?” You asked, looking at Jay, who was grabbing clothes for you as you asked the question.

“Yes.” Was all the answer Matt gave before you heard Brett yell clear as tears streamed down your face.

You choked off a sob as Jay met your eyes. You shook your head and handed him the phone, no longer able to listen to Matt fight to save Kelly’s life. You shakily got dressed and listened to Jay tell Matt you would both meet him at Med. Jay dropped the phone onto the dresser before coming to pull you into his arms. You were a mess. You knew what was happening on the other end of that line. Your worse nightmare was coming true.

“Shhhhh. It’s alright. He’s gonna be okay.” Jay soothed, swaying back and forth with you in his arms. “They only had to shock him once. He had to jump from a third story window when a house started collapsing. So far, he may just have a collapsed lung, but Brett doesn’t think he has any other injuries, okay? They are at med. We gotta go.” Jay soothed, taking your face into his hands. He gently wiped the tears from your face with his thumbs. His words calmed you a bit, but you both knew Brett was only able to see things on the outside.

You allowed Jay to pull you out of the house and into the truck. You numbly watched the city fly by as Jay used his lights and sirens to get you both to med, both of you needing to get to Matt and Kelly as soon as possible. You were stuck in your head. You knew this would happen one day. You’ve patched your boys up time and time again. They have been lucky enough to only get scrapes, minor burns, grazed bullet wounds, or bruises thus far. You were always terrified of this day coming, and now it could be here. You could lose Kelly.

Jay had barely stopped the truck before you were jumping out and sprinting through the doors of the er. Inside, you were met with the entire firehouse, Matt sitting in a chair with Brett on one side and Cruz on the other, his face in his hands. Everyone looked up as you ran in, tears streaming down your face as you stood frozen in the entrance with Jay skidding to a stop behind you. When you met Matt’s eyes, you collapsed right where you were standing. If it hadn’t had been for Jay’s quick reflexes, you would be on the floor.

Matt hurried to your side, taking you from Jay and holding you in his arms. He smelled of smoke and charred flesh, making you wonder who had gotten burned. When you sobbed out the question, Matt was quick to reassure you that it wasn’t Kelly, but someone else Matt had pulled from the house right before it collapsed.

Matt and Jay let Will usher them into the doctors lounge once he saw you in Matt’s arms. He quietly shut the door behind him as he went back to check on Kelly for you when you basically plead to go see him yourself.

“I-I KNEW this day would come.” You sobbed, standing and pacing the floor in front of Matt and Jay. “I al-always thought one of you would come th-through those doors while I was working. Any time those doors o-open I m-make sure it’s not one of y-you.” You shake your head and look up to the ceiling. “I can’t l-lose him. I can’t. God, I can’t breathe.” You said, clutching your chest and sitting yourself on the floor.

Jay and Matt rushed to your side. Jay pulled you into his lap as Matt wrapped himself around the two of you. “Hey hey hey. Shhhhh.” Jay whispered, kissing your head. “Breathe with me. I’ve gotcha. We’ve gotcha.” Jay soothed.

Matt rubbed your back and wiped at his own tears. “It’s gonna be okay. He’s gonna be okay. Shh. Breathe.” Matt whsipered, making his voice not waver as Jay gave him the most heartfelt look he could muster. Jay wanted to comfort Matt too, but the broken women in his arms was his main priority at the moment as he pushed his own feelings to the side.

Jay and Matt had just gotten you to calm down when Will walked back in. Will cleared his throat before he spoke. “He’s awake. He’s got some bruising and his pulse was weak when he was brought in, but some fluids and pain meds has him bouncing back. He’s asking for you.” Will says, stepping aside as you jump out of Jay and Matt’s grip and run through the door, hearing Will chuckle as he shouts the room number behind you.

You come to a halt at the entrance of Trauma 1. Kelly is hooked up to the monitors. Bruises litter his face and arms, his wrapped ribs are peaking out from under his blanket. You let out a shaky sob as Kelly smirks at you through the pain.

“Hey princess.” He rasps, holding an arm up. “Come’re.” He whispered, hating to see you cry.

You rush over, carefully climbing into the bed with him and laying your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “I-I thought. I really thought I l-lost you Kel.” You whispered, careful of all the tubes, wires, and his injuries, but getting as close as you can to him. You are shaking in his grasp, not even noticing Jay and Matt standing in the doorway as you soak in the presence of the man you thought you would never see alive again.

“Hey now. None of that.” Kelly shushes, rubbing your side as he looks to the other two men in his doorway. “I’ll always come back to you. No matter what, I will find a way.” Kelly promises, not just to you, but to your other lovers at his door.

“We all will.” Matt agrees, locking eyes with Kelly.

“No matter what.” Jay replies, taking Matt by the hand and dragging him to the bed with him. You giggle as the boys both carefully climb into the bed with you and Kelly. You barely fit with the man in the hospital bed, but the need to be close outweighed the obstacles that was the small hospital bed.

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softstraykidshours · 1 year

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May i humbly request a cozy winter fic where Hyunjin just got off tour and he’s come down with something, maybe a stomach bug or a headache and a snow storm takes the power out and y/n (his gf) has to improvise when taking care of him and it’s all fluffy and cute🥹

Love ur writing btw

bestie, this is such a cute idea!!! we've been having a lot of big ice/snow storms where i live so this cozy winter fic was literally the perfect pick me up from the nasty weather. it felt so self-indulgent, and i had so much fun writing this so i really hope you like it!!

and thank you so much for your love and support!!

❤️ abbie & courtney

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“baby?” you ask softly as you walk into hyunjin’s apartment, closing the door softly behind you. you slip off your soaked boats and shake the snow off your coat, rubbing your hands together for warmth. a major snowstorm hit just as you were pulling into the parking lot and just the short distance to the front door left you covered in snow and freezing.

you walk quietly around the room looking for him, trying not to make too much noise in case he is asleep. he got home late last night from the latest tour, and the two of you were planning on having a date night since you hadn’t been able to see each other in so long. but you got a text from him late this morning saying he woke up feeling a little under the weather and was going to have to cancel.

you could tell from his messages that he felt terrible about having to cancel on your date, but you weren't focused on that. you were just worried about him being sick and alone in his apartment. so here you are at his doorstep, care package of hot soup and medicine in hand.

you had tried knocking, but he didn’t answer so you ended up using the key he gave you a while back to let yourself in. you eventually find him in his room, curled up under the biggest pile of blankets you have ever seen with only his face poking out. his eyes are closed but his forehead is scrunched, as though even in his sleep he still feels miserable.

“oh, baby,” you mutter quietly while slipping into the room and setting your stuff down on the dresser. you tiptoe over to him, reaching out carefully to touch his forehead without waking him. he either wasn’t sleeping very deeply or was never truly asleep, because the second the back of your hand brushes his too hot skin, his eyes flutter open. he blinks heavily a few times, trying to clear the fog around his head.

“loves?” he mumbles, voice thick with confusion and exhaustion. “what are you doing here? i thought i texted you about having to cancel. i must have dreamt it, i’m so sorry.”

he scrubs his eyes with the heels of his hands and moves to sit up, but you quickly interject to stop him before he gets too far.

“no, no, you’re okay! you did text me this morning.”

“then what are y--”

“you said you weren’t feeling well, so i thought i would come check on you to see how you were doing. and now i’m glad i did. baby, why didn’t you tell me you were so sick?”

“i didn’t want to worry you. plus, i knew that--” he pauses for a moment to let out a series of violent coughs. a shiver takes over his body when he finishes hacking, and he burrows further into the blankets, trying to pull them even tighter around himself to stop the shaking before continuing. “i knew that if i told you how badly i really felt that you would come over, and i didn’t want to get you sick too.”

“well, here i am anyways,” you smile lightly, and he lets out a weak laugh before more coughing takes over. your smile quickly fades as concern takes over your expression, and you settle yourself on the edge of the bed next to him. you reach up again to feel his face and curse softly under your breath when you feel how scorching his skin feels.

“baby, you’re burning up.”

“are you trying to tell me i’m hot? because you can just come right out and say it, no need to be embarrassed,” he weakly jokes, trying his best to put a smile on his face. you can’t help the way your heart warms at how he always tries to cheer you up no matter how miserable he feels at the time.

“oh hush,” you roll your eyes, but the playful grin on your face reveals just how much you appreciate him. “now, let’s get you feeling better.”

you get up from the bed to grab your stuff from the dresser but pause when hyunjin starts to protest. “but loves, you shouldn’t be here, you’ll get sick too. i’m fine really. you can go. i’ll be okay.” he barely gets the words out before he starts coughing again.

turning back towards him, you put one hand on your hip, giving him a look that shows just how unconvinced you are. “jinnie, you’re hacking like you have the black lung, you’re skin is on fire, and you’re burrowed so far under those blankets i can barely see you.” you sit down next to him once more and soften your tone slightly. “just let me take care of you.”

“but you’ll get sick,” he continues to argued, always worried about you and your safety. “i don’t want--”

you cut off his protests by leaning in and kissing him, his lips feverishly hot against yours. “there. now i’ve been fully exposed, so i might as well stay.”

“why would you-- ugh, loves. you shouldn’t have done that, now you’re almost guaranteed to get sick too,” he huffs at your insistence to stay, but his complaints have lost their fervor, and you can tell that the part of him that wants you there with him is winning.

“now, where was i…aw yes, getting you feeling better,” you grab your stuff off the dresser and turn to head to the kitchen, pausing in the doorway for a moment. “i’ll be right back. i just need to put this soup on the stove so it can stay warm. have you been drinking any water?” he shakes his head slightly.

you head out to get everything ready, returning shortly with a glass of water and some pills. “here take these, they should hopefully help you feel a little better.”

he sits up to take a sip of the water, the blankets falling off him in the process, causing shivers to break out over his body as the air hits his feverish skin. you quickly move to wrap them back around him, but pause when you feel how damp his sheets are. “baby, your sheets are all sweaty from curling up in them all day with a fever. you can’t keep laying in them like this, it will just make you feel worse. here, let's move out to the couch for a little bit so i can wash these, okay?”

he nods in agreement, and you help him up, surrounding him in clean blankets once he’s settled on the couch. you then strip his bed and throw everything in the washer. “almost done!” you tell him from the other side of the apartment. “i just have to get this started and then i’ll grab your soup.”

you set the washer but just as you are about to hit start, suddenly the lights flicker before everything goes dark. pulling out your phone flashlight, you make your way back to hyunjin who is now sitting up on the couch, head turning back and forth as he tries to see through the darkness.

“hey, it’s okay, you can lay back down. it’s just a power outage. there was a big snowstorm that started right before i got here, so it must have knocked out the electricity.”

you tuck him back into the couch before rustling around to find a few candles and set them around the living room and kitchen, casting everything in a soft orange glow.

“there, that should do the trick for now,” you look around the room, and your gaze catches on the pot you had simmering on the stove. “oh! your soup! you should eat it before it gets cold, because i won’t have a way to heat it up again.” you bring a bowl over to him and help prop him up to eat, ensuring all the blankets are still keeping him as covered as possible.

he sips tentatively on the soup, taking the smallest bites you have ever seen. “does it taste okay? i’d never been to the place before, but it was on the way, and i didn’t want to take too long to get here. i’m sorry if it’s not good, you don’t have to eat it," you start rambling, but he interjects before you can continue.

“no, no, it’s delicious,” he reassures, taking a slightly bigger bite. “it’s just, this is the first thing i’ve had all day so i’m trying to go slow to make sure it doesn’t upset my stomach.” you open your mouth to scold him for not eating, but bite back your words when you see the sheepish expression on his face. “thank you so much for bringing it for me, loves, and just for being here in general.”

“of course! you know i--” your words are cut off by more coughing from hyunjin, and you grab the soup, helping hold it until the fit is over so it doesn’t spill all over him.

“i'm sorry, loves. i was going to try to make you some ginger tea to help with your cough, but the power went out before i was able to boil some water,” you pause for a moment, racking your brain for ideas. “oh! i do still have the honey that i bought for your tea. when you’re done with your soup we can try some of that, and it might help with your cough.”

“sounds perfect,” he says, offering you a soft smile before taking a few more bites of his soup. you spend the next few minutes in silence, curled up next to hyunjin while he eats. he doesn’t sit up for long, but you can tell by the time he’s finished that he’s absolutely exhausted from the small amount of energy he expended. you offer him some honey and another glass of water before helping him settle back down on the couch.

his forehead is still unnaturally warm so you wet a washcloth with one of the water bottles from his fridge, since the water apparently also went out with the power, and place it gently on his forehead. you sit in the armchair on the other side of the living room in order to give him some space. moving one of the candles closer, you pull out the book you brought and start quietly reading while he rests.

you don’t know how much time passes with you reading, glancing up every once in a while to make sure he’s okay when you hear him shift around on the couch, trying to get comfortable. eventually a quiet, hoarse voice breaks the silence, pulling your attention away from the pages in front of you.

“loves?” the pitiful look on his face pulls at your chest. it’s obvious just by looking at him how miserable he feels, and you wish you could do more to make him feel better.

“yes, baby? do you need something?”

“can you hold me?” your heart aches at his words, and you simply nod in response, unable to speak over the lump forming in your throat. you move over to the couch, helping him shift down so you have room to sit. making sure the blankets stay tucked around him, you pull his head into your lap.

you take the washcloth off his forehead, bending down to plant a gently kiss on his temple. you then flip the cloth over and set it back on him, so the cooler side is up against his skin. you start running your fingers gently through his hair, humming softly as you do and his eyes flutter closed at the soothing gesture. eventually his features soften, the uncomfortable expression disappearing from his face as his breathing slows. you continue long after he falls asleep, so grateful to finally see him so relaxed and comfortable.

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daughterofthereaper02 · 2 years

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hi gorgeous! 🥰

Can I pretty please request one that Hangman x Rooster x reader that she is pregnant with a baby boy. She normally eats very little and have never have like a big problem with that, she just never have a big appetite and it continues when she is pregnant and her body isn’t receiving nutrients because it all goes to her baby boy. Maybe something happens that she ends in the ER and they tell her that, and in the end just cute moments between the three of them that her boys are making sure she eats a lots, maybe she tries to give a little of her food to the dog and they see that and pure fluff with angst, btw if you can fit in the story that she is Mav daughter, it would be amazing 🙈💕

Thank you so much and I am sorry that is so long ❤️

A/N: Of course! Sorry this took me a bit to get to!

Warning: Mentions of not eating. If it makes you uncomfortable please do not read.

Everything was going perfect, you were around five months pregnant with a little boy. That was until you began to feel more weak and one day you had passed out in front of Bradley and Jake. When you woke up, you were in a hospital bed and they were both next to you. “Hey sweetheart, gave us a scare there” Bradley told you, running his thumb over your knuckles as he held your hand. “What happened?” you asked tiredly, still not fully back to the world of the living. “You passed out honey, you haven’t been eating enough” Jake explained to you. You moved your hand to your stomach, “Our boy is okay, I promise” Jake told you quickly as he saw panic cross your face right away.

A doctor came in and he gave you a smile, “Ah! Ms. L/n, you’re awake” he said, grabbing a chair and sitting down. “Perfect, well your little boy is perfectly healthy. This was all caught in time before anything damaging could happen to either of you. In simple terms, your child is taking the nutrients you need for your body as well since you aren’t eating enough. You’re eating for two now, from your previous records it says you didn’t eat much to begin with, you’ll need to eat more now” He explained to you. He pulled out two lists, “Here is a list of foods that are protein packed and good for you so you don’t overeat and make yourself sick. And this, this is a list of vitamins that will help you as well” he said. “I’m just going to give this to Lt. Bradshaw so we can do one more ultra sound for you to make sure everything is still good” he told you. You nodded, a part of you felt relieved with the lists but another part was relieved that you were actually being talked to instead of your boyfriends. A couple times you have had to switch doctors now because you were ignored completely, it was difficult to find doctors that listen to you.

You watched as they looked at your baby, smiling as you heard the strong heart beat, “I can never get tired of that sound” Bradley said, watching the screen as your son moved a little. “Well, he is looking healthy and Mom, your in good condition. I do recommend doing a scan every two week for now though, just to make sure everything is going fine as you increase your diet.” he said. You shook his hand and went to go get changed as they got your discharge papers.

It was a few days of trying to change your diet to eat more that you were starting to struggle. Bradley had just made you one of your cravings, mac and cheese with chicken nuggets with french fries on the side. You had taken your vitamins and had a protein packed breakfast so this lunch could be filled with junk. You just didn’t realize how big of portions you would be given. Your little black lab mix was happily sitting next to you, since you got pregnant he was more protective and could careless about Bradley and Jake, he wanted to protect you. “Shh Padfoot!” you whispered with a grin as he yipped for more food after you fed him a chicken nugget. You thought they were in the living room, “Y/n, you’re supposed to eat it all. Not Padfoot” Jake said as he came up behind you. You could hear the seriousness and fondness in his voice as he came around. “I can’t eat all this, this could literally feed three!” You laughed, motioning to your half eaten food. “Just a little more, for the baby” Jake said, guilt flooding you as he said that and you nodded, eating a little more and finished the chicken nuggets.

You thought back to everything since the hospital, snacks had been stashed around the house. As soon as you could even start to get hungry, you were handed a snack. It was honestly adorable, you would be cuddled on the couch, looking at baby stuff and your stomach would growl. Suddenly, there were a small bag of baby carrots on your lap. “Eat” Bradley told you and you rolled your eyes fondly.

You brought yourself back to now and realized you had eaten everything as you thought back. Bradley had joined Jake and they both gave you big smiles and you blushed. You would do anything for your little one though, including eating a lot more then you were used to.

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tastybluesprite · 1 year

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Sick snow day (rottmnt x reader)

Hey, Hello, though it would be cute to write a fic with the turtle bros taking care of a sick reader. I was in the middle of watching a show but my adhd really said “this is more important.” Anyway hope y’all enjoy! I had fun writing this.

Also btw I think I wrote reader to be gender neutral so anyone can read it from their own POV but I’m not exactly sure to if there’s a mistake regarding that please let me know. As I am a girl I usually end up writing x reader fics in female POV.

Warnings: Fluff overload

Summery: Reader falls sick on their first show day and the turtles take care of them ❤️

“SNOW DAY!!!!” All four turtles shouted as they bursted through your apartment. Since you had moved in from Miami just a few months ago, right before winter, you had never seen snow physically and in person before. This was, in other words, your first snow day ever. This would be the first time you’d ever get to even touch snow.

“AaaaCHOO!!”

Well… almost first time.

The boys excitement got cut off the moment you sneezed. It was then they realized you looked terrible. Your face was pale and your eyes were bloodshot. You also seemed to be shivering.

“Ohhh no.” Donnie deadpanned as if to say ‘but of course this would happen’

“Oh boy… Y/n are you sick?” Leo asked nervously.

“Was it that obvious?” You joked, attempting to grin, only for it to be cut off with another sneeze.

“It seems that your body is still getting used to the change in climate.” Donnie commented. “It has been pretty cold for someone who’s only ever lived in mostly warm temperatures. I guess it only makes sense that you’d end up getting sick. Must be flu.”

“But what about snow day!!!” Mikey whined. “Now, now dear brother, our friend is sick!” Leo told him.

“Ugh, guys I’m so sorry. Maybe I can take a quick Tylenol and we can still go?” You asked hopefully.

“Not a chance, Y/n.” Donnie told you sternly, “if you go out in the freezing cold like this you’ll only get worse. You need to get warm and rest.”

You sigh grudgingly, “Yeah, I suppose you’re right… you guys have fun.”

“Woah, no way are we gonna just leave you here to suffer! We’re staying!” Raph protested defiantly.

“B-But..”

“Tsk tsk tsk, no if, ands, or buts, we will stay here to take care of you, and make sure you rest.”

“What about the snow?” You ask, “you guys seemed so exited. I’d feel terrible to keep you from having any fun.”

“Who says we can’t have just as much fun inside?” Leo demanded.

You look down, “Alright then, if you guys really insist then I suppose I can’t change your minds.”

And from there they all went right to work.

Mikey made his special ‘Jupiter Jim’ hot chocolate while Raph and Leo went to get blankets and pillows.

Meanwhile Donnie got a thermometer and checked your temperature, which read 102. “Wowzah! you have some fever.” He said with a worried surprise in his voice. “You’re sicker than I originally thought.”

“Thanks.” You mumble sarcastically.

“But not to worry Y/n, as I have the perfect antidote for your ailment!” He said with rare enthusiasm in his voice.

He got you Tylenol tablets and water, which you gulped down with some difficulty.

“We got blankets!!!” Leo cheered as he threw them onto the couch. You immediately grab the softest one in the pile gratefully and wrapped yourself in it, sighing with relief as your shivers somewhat lessened.

Mikey came in with the hot chocolate and placed it on the coffee table.

They all sat down on the couch, huddling around you, with you in the middle. Leo picked up the remote and began to switch on the TV.

“So what will it be Y/n? It’s your turn to pick.” Leo told you. You look around at the other turtles, who all smiled in agreement with Leo.

“Can we have a Jupiter Jim rewatch marathon?” You ask.

Leo’s face lit up, “coming right up!!!!”

You didn’t know what life would’ve been like for you if you hadn’t met these guys.

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h0estar · 7 months

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks....

Hi! Yes absolutely! I am so sorry it took so long. I haven't opened Tumblr in forever. I'm not sure if I can list down 2 characters from the same media platform once but just in case I'm not, I'll just list down one. This is based on the order I remember them by since I have really shit memory and there might've been a few fave characters I missed 🥲

I'll list down what comes to mind first haha

1. Yukine (Noragami)

-I love him SO MUCH. The first time I watched Noragami back in 2016, I knew I would love this boy with all my heart. Something about troubled and misunderstood anime kids with fucked up backstories just make me want to take care of them man. He's my adopted baby period. His character development is also very beautiful.

He's a very complex character. Idk why people shit on him for acting like a child when he is quite literally a child 😭 let him be a kid man, let him be immature, I was also immature at 14 and I'm happy for him bc he's got someone understanding by his side at all times.

I wish the ending would do justice to his character fr.

2. Kagura (Gintama)

She's funny asf. Also, strong asf. I love good female rep in anime and Kagura takes the cake for me. She has no filter, she's really cool, really funny, and just a fun and enjoyable character overall. (You should watch Gintama btw, it's my favorite anime).

3. Usopp (One Piece)

People shit on him a lot and I'm sick of it. I love him because he is SO REAL. He represents ordinary human beings in the One Piece world and I admire his bravery so much. His goal isn't even something grand, he just wants to be the bravest man who crossed the sea and I love that for him. He's a coward fr but seeing him break out of his shell and take courage to face his fears make me so emotional and proud. He inspires me to face my fears too :')

4. Izaya (Durarara!!)

He was lowkey the reason why I majored in Psychology. I love this cunning man. Watching everything go into flames bc of the shit he pulls excites me so much. I love watching him work. Totally not bc of his VA.

5. Newt (The Maze Runner Series)

Okay, this person was also real as shit. The way he's depicted in the books? Perfection. He's just so kind and caring and gentle to the gladers and to people they met during the scorch trials and ugh he deserved sm better :(

the way i have a whole 'nother blog dedicated to the maze runner series and it's always just abt him 💀 i was obsessed w him man. something abt broken/complex characters who are just so kind and tragic always have my heart.

6. Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)

After I read stormbringer, I was never the same again. He is actually super sweet and super down to earth. I love him so much because he is so genuine with his intentions? Also, the shit has been through man... Yet, he still chose to live and fight. I admire that so much from him.

he is also a very complex and tragic character. i love him sm bc of that... i'm sensing a pattern here.

7. Armin (Attack on Titan)

His smartass made me fall in love with him. My boy just wanted to see the sea man. I admire his bravery so much and he gets shit ton of hate too for not kissing Eren's ass but I love him so much for standing his ground and having faith in his best friend. He was lowkey psycho too tbh. Smart men>>

8. Yuuta (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Okay, something about timid guys who are lowkey psychotic always get me going. He's a cool character and he's sexy. Period.

9. Killua (Hunter x Hunter)

ALSO MY BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!! He deserves the world 😭 He went through so much at 12 bro and I just want to take care of him so much bc he deserves to be a kid!!!!! Big brother Killua also has my heart. He's so sweet and caring and kind and genuine and UGH I LOVE HIM.

the way he just wanted a friend 😭 i'd gladly be his friend man if i were in the hxh universe. he's too sweet 😔 and he deserves sm better!!!

10. Jo March (Little Women)

I SEE MYSELF IN HER SO MUCH. The way she just wanted everything to stay the same even when change was inevitable and the people in her life ended up growing up. I love how as I watched her grow up, the traits that she had as a kid were still there yet she was slowly opening to change. I just relate to her so much and we are so alike in so many ways.

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That's it, I think! Those were the only characters I could think of. I am so sorry if I didn't word it correctly. I suck at writing and english isn't my first language but I hope you got a gist of why I love the characters 😭 Most of the times I don't really have a deep reason for liking a certain character, they just appeal to me and I get that gut feeling that oh I think I will obsess over this little shit for the rest of my life and it's usually always correct lmao. This was fun! Thank you!

#ask #favorite characters #noragami #gintama #hxh #bungou stray dogs #bsd #one piece #durarara!!#little women #the maze runner #fiction #books #anime #manga #aot #snk

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outlawwithaheart · 1 year

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OKAY OKAY here’s one here’s one

What about Micah x F!reader? He’s taking care of her, as she’s extremely sick, or perhaps is paralyzed waist down? So he has to carry her around a lot, and make sure he gives her all the loving in the entire world!

I will try my very best because this is a very cute concept.. If I were in this situation.. I'd be barley sick, and I'd still make him carry me around. 😈 I hope you enjoy. BTW at first he's salty and sassy, but at the end the reader gets all the lovin 😊 Pretty short one shot. I hope this is in character 😭

Adding onto this: I'm so sorry I took forever to post! I hope I make this in character enough! I hope you still enjoy it despite the very very very (very) long wait!

F! reader ends up being shot in the leg- leaving her unable to walk for a while. Micah (not without complaining) ends up carrying her around. Here's a cute little one shot for our big tuff cowpoke!

What was supposed to be a simple train job turned out to be a slight disaster. Must've been a set up.

Whatever it was, you ended up with a shot to the thigh. How inconvenient. Or was it..? Que evil laughing, and maniacal hand rubbing!

"Mind helpin' me out, big guy?" You ask, slightly amused.

"Oh sure, m'lady." He says sarcastically. Despite his sassy comment he very quicky picks you up, "Where would you like to go?"

"Oh just to get some dinner!" You giggle.

He totally secretly enjoys taking care of you, and he's not hiding it very well. He sets you down at the table, and gets you food. He comes back, sitting down facing you. He scoops some upolds it out in front of you. When you give him a weird look he says, "You're injured, and I'm takin' care of ya!"

No matter how you respond he feeds you. You're basically not allowed to do anything alone under his supervision. Which is okay! You enjoy being coddled by him!

As the day is coming to an end you, and Micah were sitting down by the fire. You guys weren't doing anything in particular. You rest your head on his shoulder, and hum a little toon.

He rests his hand on the lower portion of your back, rubbing small circles. You both sit there, enjoying each other's presence.

As the gang start to slowly make their way to bed, some stopping by the campfire a bit as well.

Micah has trouble sleeping, so you typically try to stay up with him as long as possible. You were hangin' by your tent with him, talking about nothing in particular.

"Go to sleep," Micah says. You say you always stay up with him, so what's the big deal?

"You need rest, darlin," He responds. You say you're just fine to stay up a bit longer, but he sighs and looks at you as best he can in the dark.

"You scared me out there," he says softly, "I love you, and I need you." He looks away as if to be embarrassed.

"So please, lay down for me and rest." You lay down. Micah lays down beside you, and despite not being able to fall asleep too well he carefully faces you putting an arm around your waist. He very softly rubs up and down your side, and brings his hand up to your face to kiss you.

A kiss so soft, but filled with so much emotion. He refuses to pull away for a minute. When he pulls away he brings his hand back down slowly and softly. Up and down. He kisses all over your face and neck, short little pecks. You laugh quietly as his mustache tickles you.

He pulls you closer to him, and hugs you. Your head rests near his chest. He's warm, and everything feels calm. Nothing else exists but you, and Micah.

As you drift off to bed, he mumbles very quietly about how much he loves you and how badly he would have missed you. How thankful he is that you're still here, and how he'll always be right here just for you.

You fall asleep in Micah's arms, nice and cozy!

#rdr2 x reader #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 fanfiction #micah x reader #micah bell #rdr2 #micah bell x reader

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whaleofatjme1920 · 2 years

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i absolutely LOVE your writing and needed to share.

i’ve been listening to ‘the haunting’ by set it off and good lord is it giving brian vibes. just the idea of him slamming shit while holding reader’s throat saying ‘no one will love you like i did’ and being a jealous ass is oddly hot? strangely? is that anything?

as a formal request i guess it would be brian/hoodie with reader that’s upset you’re not as attached as he is, or obsessive brian?

i love love LOVE your style btw!!! it’s so fluid and well written

Open Flame

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: BIG TW, abusive, dark content/yandere?, choking, there is no SA in here but it is physically abusive. MINORS DNI]

[AN: hey love bug, thank you so so much! Makes my day <3 you caught me in a decent mood for something outside of hcs. Here's a little,,, scenario thing? For you. It might not,,, be the direction you want but it does have,,, elements of what you asked for.

If anyone acts like this to you in real life, GET OUT. This is abusive and wrong.]

His hand is so tight around your throat, the feeling of thinly veiled warmth covered by a leather glove is searing into your flesh as his hazel eyes bore into you with a deep hatred, you might mistake it for love. "Brian," you choke out, eyes rolling up slightly as he squeezes you like you hardly matter to him.

His boots are crunching over broken glass as he walks you back to the wall, shoving and pushing at your growing limp body. His chest is barely heaving, like he wants to pant but won't. "How dare you?" He asks in a steely tone, seconds from slamming you to the back of the wall.

The scent of vanilla and roses float in the air. They're a cruel reminder of a relationship that could have been with someone gentle and sweet, someone who doesn't question you being out of their sight for more than hour. They were so kind and the butterflies that they made take flight in your stomach were beautiful with gossamer wings. There's candles burning in the windowsill, and you pray Brian hasn't seen them as you know he'd burn the house down with them.

You sputter as he releases the grip on your throat just a bit to let you pathetically argue your case. "We b-broke up years ago!" You cry out as crystalline tears fall down from your puffy eyes. You choke again, coughing and hacking as he steals the breath from your lungs by hitting you hard against the wall. You swear you can feel your brain rattle around in your skull as he shakes you wildly.

His brows furrow and his face contorts to straight rage. His lips are pulled downwards into a scowl. "What on God's green fuckin' earth are you talking about?" He spits as his taller form looms over you. He looks different than the sweet, sunshiny boy you fell in love with in college. He's bigger now, sports a lot more facial hair, the circles under his eyes are decidedly dark, and there's little scars decorating his face, his neck, that must tell a plethora of stories you don't really care to sit down and listen to. "You really want to tell me you went outside of our relationship like that?" He scoffs loudly and looks around the room he's trashed.

The meal you were making for your date is burning in the oven. Glass shattered, the smell of wine soaking the hardwood floors, a higher end brand of perfume and cologne tossed haphazardly to mix with the trash and trace of that person destroyed. Hell, he's put his fists through your wall a few times and he's still gripping onto you like you're going to evaporate into thin air if he isn't there to hold you.

Brian laughs coldly, and you almost feel sick to your stomach to refer to him as such. This is a demon wearing Brian's face, you're sure of it. Your Brian would have never treated you this way. Your Brian accepted your breakup with grace despite his heart shattering into a million tiny pieces. "No, no," he shakes his head before letting go of your throat, watching as you tumble down to the floor and let your knees crash on broken glass.

The feeling of sliced, broken flesh doesn't even register in your head as you attempt in vain to steal back the air he'd taken from you before you screech. "Let me go!" You scream, clawing like a caged, wild animal at his covered forearm. Your scalp is burning in pain as he grabs at your hair and tugs hard, almost like he's trying to take it directly from the root. You briefly catch his gaze and in it, see the flicker of a candle.

'Fuck!' You think as kick at him and use all the strength you can possibly muster to free yourself from his grasp.

Brian isn't giving you the time of day. He roughly hauls you up to your bed and works on tying you up, arms connected to the bedpost but not bothering with your legs. He feels your eyes on him as you thrash about, and almost revels in the way that you panic upon seeing him root around in his pockets for a lighter. He flicks it open, and while that light springs to life, your eyes are almost devoid of it.

He brings the lighter close to the bed, close to you, before you open your mouth once more.

"I'm sorry!" You sob brokenly, still moving away from the open flame but too tired and feeling your body break to fight him. "I'm so sorry."

He doesn't cap the flame but stares at you a moment or so too long. "Do you even know what those words mean?"

#tw #trigger warning #minors dni #hoodie x reader #hoodie headcanons #creepypasta x reader #brian thomas x reader

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allisonreader · 2 years

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Oooh, the Rude and the Restless for the ask game? (Great title btw)

Thanks, I’m pretty pleased with the title myself. And yes, it is a play on The Young and the Restless because I feel like this story could lean very soapy and melodramatic. As well as having a loosely based inspiration from Beauty and the Beast. In this case the Beast is the Rude and the Beauty is the Restless. Mr. Rude will end up losing his voice for being so rude to Miss Restless. Through each other they heal though.

How typical. His little brother wasn’t here. Acting the baby middle child like always. There was a reason that he hadn’t asked his brother it be a groomsman. Being late was only one part of it. But, he wasn’t there to be thinking about his brother. He was going to be marrying his bride in what could only be a matter of moments now. She was going to come down that aisle looking like a vision in white and they would start their lives together. He was ready for it. The music changed slightly for the bridesmaids and flower girl to walk down the aisle before it started to swell for his bride. Who never came through the door. They were now waiting awkwardly for Ethel to come down the aisle. First it was five minutes, then ten and 20. Their guests were getting restless. He was getting restless. Still there was no bride. One of the bridesmaids left to see what the hold up was. Only returning to say she could see no sign of her. Starting a desperate search for her. His heart sank. He hoped nothing was wrong. He couldn’t understand what could have happened to her. As far as he had been aware, she had made it to the church. Certainly if she had gotten sick she would have told someone? There had to be some reason that she wasn’t here. No one could find her though. Nor could they get ahold of her when they tried to phone her. He ended up sitting outside on the steps of the church with his head in his arms. He was starting to feel like a fool. If she wasn’t sick or injured, then she left him at the alter, waiting for her to never show up. What happened? Where did things go wrong for her to leave him waiting like that? This was by far the most humiliating thing that had happened to him. When did things go wrong? Why did she agree to marry him if she wasn’t going to go through with it? Was it intentional? Had he done something that she’d want to leave him in one of the harshest ways possible? Until he spoke with her, he didn’t think he’d know.

It was late the next day when his brother turned up.

"So where were you? Since you weren’t at my disaster of a wedding."

"Nowhere in particular."

"For the entire day?"

"What happened that made it such a disaster?"

"If you had come, you would have known that Ethel never made it to the ceremony. Nobody has been able to find her or get in touch with her either. I just want her to be okay...."

"I’m sure she’s fine. She probably just got a serious case of cold feet. She’ll probably turn up."

"That doesn’t help."

"Relax Rupert. She’s a woman. They’re fickle creatures and she’ll probably be back before you know it."

It took three days for Ethel to make an appearance. She had her ring box in hand.

"I don’t deserve this." He ignored her trying to give the ring back to him for the time.

"Where were you? What happened?"

She looked down and away from him, biting her lower lip.

"Rupert... I- I started to panic and I made a poor decision that hurt you... I ran. I couldn’t walk down that aisle to you. When I would try to go that direction... I would freeze. I only intended to go outside for a moment, but I couldn’t make myself go back inside. Then Jeremy came across me and offered to take me away so that I could calm down and face you. I knew that I shouldn’t accept, but I did."

"You were with my brother?"

"I was... He took me to his place and we started talking before it lead to more. I can’t marry you. It wouldn’t be fair to you."

"He lied to me. He knew where you were. How worried about you I was. And you were with him!"

"I know that I’ve hurt you but it’s for the best that this happened now."

"What would have been the best is if you had never said yes, if you knew you couldn’t marry me."

oOo

Work had become his saving grace in the months after his wedding fiasco. When he was at work he didn’t have to think about what Ethel and Jeremy were up to. He didn’t have to see them or see them or speak to them. Both were banned from his office.

His sisters were sweet and always were trying to cheer him up. Claiming that Ethel and Jeremy were very mean to him and would give them the silent treatment. He always told them they were sweet, but just because he wasn’t speaking with their brother, didn’t mean they shouldn’t speak with Jeremy. Their issues should remain with the brothers.

His mom understood why he wouldn’t come over when Jeremy was. He knew she felt bad. As if she had part of what happened.

“I never should have encouraged you to get engaged. Maybe things would have turned out differently.”

“You couldn’t have known mom. It’s not your fault.”

He just wasn’t going to let himself be hurt again. So work had become his life.

He spent most of his day there. Working way past the hours that most of his staff did and much longer hours than his dad did. He was often the first one to arrive in the morning and the last to leave. If he left at all.

Now his dad thought it would be a good idea for him to hire a secretary. In hopes that it might encourage him to lessen his work load.

He didn’t really like the idea.

It meant possibly bringing another woman in. He didn’t think he’d be able to trust any woman in that position.

What if they played with his heart again? There was a chance that he’d be lied to and played like a fool. It was a risk he didn’t want to take.

He held off for weeks before his father threatened that if he didn’t hire a secretary, he would. Giving him no choice on who he hired.

Begrudgingly he went through the process. He was sharp and to the point with all who he interviewed. The young woman he hired didn’t last long.

She had started flirting with one of the accountants and he might’ve gotten a little too harsh with her when he told her such behaviour wasn’t acceptable.

She quit soon after.

The next one his dad hired for him. As gruff and rude as he was to her, she never backed down. Which was probably why his dad hired her. Because she certainly wasn’t good at her job. Things were constantly being misfiled and paperwork seemed to go missing.

After a long talk with his dad, it was agreed that it was for the best that she was fired. It had only been three weeks since she started.

The next one lasted three months. She was good at her job, didn’t flirt with anyone in the office and seemed to put up with his crankiness. Until she stopped showing up to work one day.

It was a few days after she stopped showing up that he found out why. She had gotten married and had only intended to work until she had gotten married to help pay for her wedding. Something that she had never disclosed when they were discussing the terms of her employment.

He didn’t want to hire another secretary after that. He was done with women and their lying manipulative ways. When he told his dad that, he just sighed and told him to give it a couple of weeks before he considered never again. He might change his mind if he had to do everything again.

His dad was right. It was too much for just him anymore. Even with his early mornings and late nights. He broke down and started looking for another secretary.

His mom sent him a young woman to interview. “She might be just who you’re looking for Rupert. I don’t know her personally, but I’ve been told that she’s punctual, a hard worker and looking for a change.”

“Are you suggesting her for the secretary position or trying to set her up with me mother?”

“Rupert! I wouldn’t dare! This young lady is looking for a job! She’s in no position to be looking for a relationship currently.”

“Whatever you say mother.”

“I know you are cross with me, but one day you will have to move on from Ethel and Jeremy’s poor choices. The longer you let those emotions fester, the more bitter you’re going to become. You’ve already become so bitter and untrusting. I don’t want to see you get to such a place where you feel like you can never trust again. This young lady I have mentioned has had a hard time of it recently-”

“Fine, put her into the list of candidates and I’ll consider her.”

“Thank you. You should be gentle with her Rupert. You should know-”

“I’ll find out everything I need to know about her if I end up interviewing her.” He was done with the conversation, as much as he knew his mom meant well. He wished she’d leave him alone about it.

The young woman that his mother had mentioned did end up being one of the ones he interviewed. The last one.

She was quieter than the rest. Remaining formal even as he asked her his most pressing questions. Especially after having seen her engagement ring.

“Do you plan on getting married anytime in the near future?”

“No. Marriage is not in the foreseeable future. If it is, it is a great many years to come in the future.” And said no more than that on the topic.

He took a couple days to decide, but Miss Hazel Bellaraine was the best choice. She caught onto the job quickly and proved to be just as hard of a worker as him. She often came in early and left late. They remained completely professional. Not once did they speak about their personal lives. He didn’t even see her engage that much with the other girls in the office and certainly never flirt with any of the men.

He had even overheard her brush off the office gossip about him.

“Mr. Olaine is a mean one. He’s always cold and rude.”

“Perhaps he has a reason. I wouldn’t know as I only speak business with him. It might be a good idea to try that yourselves instead of gossiping about the boss’s son.”

“He’s never had a secretary last longer than three months. That’s not gossip. Just a fact.”

“That has nothing to do with me.”

She was slowly becoming one of the few women that he might actually trust and respect. She was always on time or early. Never did she pry into his personal life or ask about his wife or lack there of. In return he never pried into hers and tried to keep his crankiness in check. Until he was blindsided by his family nearly a year after her hired Miss Bellaraine.

As soon as he entered his parents house for a barbecue that weekend. They had decorated for a party, but it wasn’t any of their birthdays nor any anniversary that he was aware of. He had a bad feeling that he wasn’t going to like what this turned out to be.

His little sisters rushed him when he entered the back yard. Hugging him tight.

“What’s this for? It hasn’t been that long since I last visited.”

“We know!”

“We just want you to know that we love you lots. No matter what.” That was as concerning as the looks his parents were giving him.

“What’s going on? Why does everyone look so guilty?”

“Because we are guilty!” Cried out one of his sisters.

“What does that mean?” He demanded of his parents.

“You never would have come if we warned you...”

“Warned me about what mom?”

“You’ve been doing so much better recently...”

“Mom...?”

That’s when he saw them. His brother and a visibly pregnant Ethel. Clearly that’s what the celebration was for.

“Who thought surprising me with this would be a better idea than not giving me any warning?!” He immediately turned around and marched inside. He had vaguely heard that they had eloped a few months ago. At the time he had been glad that there was no wedding to celebrate their union. He probably would have tried to ruin it in some way. As it was, he felt like they were rubbing it in his face that they were happy. Living the life he was supposed to have with Ethel, not Jeremy. Ethel had been the love of HIS life.

At least he thought she was. Why did no one get that? Jeremy was stealing what should have been his life, without consequence. His dad followed him inside.

“Rupert, this has gone on too long. You need to get over yourself and move on.”

“How am I supposed to do that? How do I move on? When every time I see my brother and his now expecting wife, I see the life I should have been living? I was the one who was supposed to marry Ethel. We had talked about having kids! We had planned a wedding! Only for her to literally leave me waiting at the alter, looking like a fool, as she fooled around with my younger brother! Not having the courage to even try to explain that she couldn’t go through with the wedding before it was to late. Having my brother lie about where she was until she finally had the courage to talk to me after the wedding was long past. Jeremy didn’t even try to hint that she was okay while I was worried sick. Wondering if she was injured or dead somewhere. How can I be happy for them, when they killed my happiness? Tell me that father. How do you move past that kind of betrayal? How can I join this celebration of new life, when I’m still mourning the life I never got to live. Enjoy the celebration of your first grandchild, because I can’t. I will be mourning the fact that the woman I was going to marry is making me an uncle instead of a father. Good-bye dad. I’ll see you at work. I won’t be coming by again for a long time.”

He didn’t wait to hear what his dad was going to say. Ignoring him as he left and drove away. His anger at being caught off guard carried into work. Being harsher and ruder with everyone than he might have meant to, but also not caring if he was a terror.

He felt like a terror.

Dealing with people was the last thing that he wanted to do. He was relieved to see that Miss Bellaraine seemed to be holding up against his terror of a mood. At least he thought she had been.

“Mr. Olaine?” She poked her head inside his office door. “May I speak with you for a few minutes sir?”

“Fine. What is it.” He motioned her inside and she closed the door behind her.

“I would like to request a few days off a couple of weeks from now...?” She was fiddling with that damned engagement ring he had never seen her without.

“You’re just like the rest of them.” Why should he have expected anything else.

“Excuse me?” She asked indignantly.

How dare she take that tone with him. Why should he have to explain what he meant.

“All women are manipulative liars just trying to get your own way. You just want time off so you can sucker whomever it is you’re wanting to marry.” Even to his own ears he sounded bitter and scathing.

“I won’t allow you that time off. If I do, you’re only going to break your contract and never return.”

“I have earned that time off. I have had nary a sick day to this point. I’ve always stayed late and come in early. I don’t know why you think I would break my contract, but it isn’t fair to assume such. I have done nothing to earn your distrust.”

“Liar!”

“What is the lie? When have I ever lied?”

“You have lied from the beginning! You’ve always planned to get married and leave! You’re just like the last girl! You’re just as manipulative as the rest. Lying as much as they did as well.”

“How dare you! You know nothing about me! What you know, is that I come in and work hard. I have no plans to marry! I have never lied to you. Nor have I tried to manipulate you. I don’t know who hurt you so, but you will not take it out on me. Deal with your pain on your own time.”

“You haven’t the slightest clue about the pain I’m dealing with. I never should have hired a woman for your position. You’re more trouble than you’re worth! It was foolish of me to that you would be any different from any of the other woman having held this before. It just took longer for you to show your true colours. You’re all just like her! Selfish, manipulative liars! Only caring about yourselves! Who cares who else gets hurt! As long as it’s not you! Rip out whomsoever heart you want! It doesn’t matter as long as it isn’t yours! How pathetic. Get out! Leave! Don’t ever come back! I don’t need another manipulative woman in my life!”

She let out a shaky huff and released her clenched fists. She shook her head a little.

“I don’t know who this is about, but it’s not me. I have pain of my own. I certainly don’t need yours. I will be taking the rest of the day off. As well as the rest of the week. I will see you next week. If you can be more civil again. Not taking your problems out on me. Good day Mr. Olaine.” She slammed the door behind her as she left.

Good riddance.

#answered asks #the rude and the restless #is this too long to include it all probably

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commaclear · 2 years

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If post ctb ends with Wilbur and quackity going separate ways and Wilbur tries to move on

Who the fuck cares, Wilbur doesn’t need anybody. He’s fine on his own.

He still has the re occurring Dream where he n quackity did end up together, married in their dream home and Wilbur gets all the love he’s ever wanted and wished to give.

One day after work wilbur got stuck in the rain. He was too tired to dry off and fell asleep in his apartment after he got home drenched. Well surprise surprise he got very sick. Woke up with a massive headache. His body felt brutally warm and cold at the same time. He staggered to his bed with his laptop to get work done when niki refused to let him into the building when he told her he’s not feeling the best (followed by a barrage of sniffles and coughs niki was sure were demons escaping Wilbur’s mucus infested throat)

He curled up in bed, trying to find the least painful position to keep his body in while working . It was hard to read the screen with the gripping headache he had at the moment. However, after a couple hours of fuzzy vision and the double checking asking sure the victims body was in fact not a power ranger, Wilbur passed out laying down in a curled up ball at the end of his bed.

———

Wilbur opened his eyes and groaned, his headache wasn’t too bad but still reminding him of its presence. He looked at the bed, the warm colors and soft quilt that laid over him. The pillow under his hapead felt like a cloud. The sun was so pretty shining through the curtains.

“Wil?”

Wilbur looked sleepily to the person beside him in a chair and hummed

“Hey,” Quackity said softly, “I got some food for ya”

“Wh…what are you doing here?”

“Well in sickness and in health right?” Quackity chuckled and combed his hand though Wilbur slightly sweaty hair (ew btw aint no way love is that unconditional) and Wilbur leaned into the touch.

“Told you to not walk in the rain,” Quackity smiled, “cant imagine this feels great”

“I’d argue getting nurse Quackity has its perks” Wilbur smiles, “but really… why- why are you here?”

“I took a couple days off so it’s just you n me alright? Sounds pretty fun”

“You didn’t have to do that…I don’t need that”

“It’s okay to be dependent on others babe. Let me take care of you wil. We can watch some she-ra too.”

“Alright,” Wilbur coughed, “but won’t you get sick too”

“Pfft unlike you babe, I think my immune system is stronger than a wet tissue”

“Ay fuc-“ Wilbur coughed once more. Quackity handed him a glass of water and left his hand on Wilbur’s chest.

“Cmon I made some soup for ya, grilled cheese too” Quackity brought Wilbur a tray of deliciously smelling tomato soup and sandwich.

“Thank you,” Wilbur sniffled, “smells good Q”

“I hope it does”

Wilbur tasted the soup, he could feel all it’s warmth and flavors in his body. He felt a smile grow immediately onto his face.

“Live up to the hype?”

Wilbur giggled “yeah, it reminds me of some soup my mom made me as a kid.” Wilbur smiled of the fond memories of his mom hanging around him when he was sick

“Well I’d hope so I got the recipe from her”

“…what?”

“Well she’s watch tommy with Phil out of town right now but she gave me the recipe when I told you got a fever.”

“Oh..she’s-” he took another sip, “… thanks Quackity. This is nice”

Quackity smiles as he tucked Wilburs hair behind his ear and kissed his forehead. “Of course, I love you”

Wilbur paused to think, “I love you too, more than this soup even”

“Wow man is this fever making you a sap or something?”

“Nope, just you “ Wilbur smiled at his husband

The two laughed as Quackity scooted over Wilbur and onto his side of the bed to turn the tv on.

———

Wilbur awoke to an uncomfortable sweat and horrendous headache, both of which he did not miss. He was brought make to his dull grey sheets and looked out the window, looks like he was out for quite a bit. He curled up even tighter than before, feeling chills rack his body.

He can hear his stomach beg for food, but it’s so fucking cold and he can’t feel half his limbs. His brain feels like it’s being bashed but his medicine is in the bathroom. He can’t even reach his phone, he can see the sweat drip from his hands.

He sniffled and attempted to keep the cold out with his thin blanket, he feels awful.

He wants his moms tomato soup and grilled cheese.

He wants a loving hand through his hair even when he’s like this.

He wants to be taken care of, like he’s worth something to someone.

//end

can I just say... OWWW

you have wounded me deep this time anon, do you want a job? I need a general for my goblin army of angst /hj

and for your efforts, I award you this dusty bowler hat that may have at some point been green

#anons my beloved #bone to pick

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Overwhelmed with how amazing today already is and I'm feeling extremely physically ill atm... LmAO Just rolling with it. 😵‍💫

I'm sad I didn't prepare anything for Louis' birthday... I wish I did. Maybe next year if I'm still in the fandom. I might be. I've always low-key been a Louie. You can maybe see his pretty face's influence on the fan art I've drawn of anime boys 😎

I'll be sharing other people's works later maybe today!!! I'm so proud of all the creators in our fandom as well. I was wondering if this fandom was still alive until I ran into a random YouTube comment.

Excuse me, I feel so delirious from how sick I feel. So surprisingly happy too?? I'd take medicine but I've already been taking ibuprofen and acetaminophen almost every day due to other pains... I caught something from my best friend this time. LOL 😅 All the mental pain from this year and the years of holiday trauma didn't prepare me for tonight. I really don't expect anything?? 😭

Another thing, I have some request art for people that I wanted to take care of in 2 days... I almost made it but the last few days were... Extremely heavy and toxic, I'm sorry. I was asking people to request me, too. I'm so embarrassed, but life can be a rollercoaster like that I suppose... 🙁 If either of the two lovely people are reading this, YOU'LL BE HEARING FROM ME SOON HOPEFULLY 😭

All my amazing mooties, artists, writers, editors, and absolutely hILAROUS people I follow, and the people who liked my personal posts before, the people who've been so nice to me here... You have no idea how much you've brightened my asocial ass life. If I sound like a broken record, it's because I am. I really need to reach out to people more, but It's so difficult for me to 🥲

Whether you post(ed) something earlier in the year, today, later, know that I love you, I love you, I love yooouu, thank you for brightening our dashes with your posts!! I'm so proud of you. You have no idea! 🥰

Anyway... because Idk how to change the topic 😓

My sis & I are both sober hobby artists, btw lol

What sprung these feelings... Not the the holiday spirit, tbh, not LOUIS FUCKING TOMLINSON'S BIRTHDAY. (IT'S ADDING TO IT NOW THOUGH LMAO 😭😭😭)

I listened to one of the most engaging & fun No Sleep Podcasts with my sister. It's 1am now but I'll be up for a little longer because she asked. It's all horror. Lol The last one we listened to hit so close to home at one point, but I couldn't completely focus because I was so shook at how my line art was coming out?? I made one of my life achievements before the year ended?? Like wHAT?? IT'S AN X-MAS EVE MIRACLE 😭😭😭

Gonna try to keep it up when I feel less sick... and a lil during. ✌️🤪 I HOPE THIS MEANS YOU ALL WILL GET MORE ART FROM ME??! That's so exciting?? I wanna be more proud of myself on my art journey next year... Once I find a job, a therapist and get on meds again, maybe that could be a reality for me...

My sister also made the most lovely gift for someone on the spot. She doesn't see how absolutely adorable & beautiful it is, but I do. I took some pics cuz it was that satisfying to look at?? I WANNA MAKE FANART OF IT.

We both need to believe in ourselves more... Gonna show her the photos of the cow I took in a couple of months. I hope she sees what I see some day. That's one of my holiday wishes 🥺

#jeri rambling #jeri updates #[WMYB PLAYS OMINOUSLY IN THE DISTANCE]

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enchantestuff · 3 years

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promises - red bull Sebastian vettel

as I promised just complete fluff and no smut. our poor seb isn't appreciated enough so here is the four times Sebastian jokingly proposed to you and the one time he actually did

NOT MY GIF

warnings; none really, fluff (btw this made me realise how TERRIBLE I am at writing fluff sorry <3 )

2.1k words, she's long

Sebastian was nervous about getting a new engineer, he so badly wanted to win a championship with Redbull and Christian had confided in him, telling him that this engineer and their new competitive car, would help him live out his dream of being a Formula One champion.

It was nearing the start of the new season and Sebastian had still yet to meet the person that he would be talking to under his most stressful moments and who he had to have full faith in while driving his car. He had begun to think that maybe he never would meet his new engineer when he received a call from Christian, telling him that they both would take place in a race for the Redbull youtube channel, where Sebastain and his new engineer would race against Mark and his, the twist being that the engineers would be the ones driving, not the drivers themselves. Sebastian agreed knowing that it would be a great way to remove any awkwardness between the two of you.

Only a few days later Sebastian was standing on a random racetrack, talking to Mark when he noticed Mark's engineer walking towards them with a beautiful young lady by his side, who Sebastian assumed was his very own engineer. “Hi! It's so nice to meet you Sebastian! My name's Y/N,” you cheerfully greeted him as you shook his hand.

A smile immediately appeared on Sebastian's face at your warm nature and he knew you two would get along just fine. “Please, call me Seb, '' he grinned as he brought a kiss to your knuckles, “now, are you ready to beat these idiots” he joked as he cocked his head towards your opponents.

“Oh, we are going to make a great pair, Seb” you joked as you accepted a helmet off Christian and climbed into the car, getting comfortable inside of the driver's seat.

“Are you a good driver?” Sebastian asked as he secured himself in the passenger's side of the car.

“I don't think I can call myself a good driver with a future Formula One champion sitting right next to me” you smiled as you drove the car to the start line. Sebastian smiled before he braced himself as the flag spun, indicating the start of the race. His head knocked against the headrest as you sped through the track, blocking Mark's engineer as he tried to overtake you and weaving through deadly corners with minimal braking.

It was when the car drifted across the finish line that Seb turned towards you with a wide grin plastered on his face, his heart was thumping hard in his chest with adrenaline. “Please marry me” he joked and you laughed as you high fived him, pleased with your small victory.

* * *

The atmosphere around the paddock was tense, the drivers championship standings were close. Sebastian could almost taste the victory, but he still had a lot of work to do. He had what he would consider a terrible qualifying and had spent the whole night before the race brainstorming ideas on how to improve his time, however nothing seemed to be working.

Everyone was stressed in the Redbull motorhome the following day, which was never something you liked to see, but you understood it as you too had a sleepless night. You pulled Seb to the side the minute you saw him and told him of the new strategy you dreamt up late last night. He was hesitant since it hadn’t been approved by anyone, but he was willing to take the risk if it meant he would win.

“Are you sure?” he had asked you, looking intently into your eyes.

You shook your head. “No not really, but I know you and I know you're the only driver that could make it work” you confided. You both stared at each other in silence for a few moments before Seb pulled you in for a hug, he gently stroked your back as he squeezed you into him. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and hugged him back with just as much force.

“I trust you” he whispered into your ear and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“Good luck” you spoke as you gave him a final squeeze and pulled away. You bit your nails out of anticipation and shot Seb an encouraging grin as he climbed into his car.

The race went much better than expected and although Christian was furious that you didn't run the plan through him first, he was satisfied that Seb was currently P1 with a final lap to go. Your nerves were at an all time high throughout the race and you could feel the grin creeping onto your face as the end got closer and closer.

It was when Sebastian crossed the checkered flag that you let out a relieved laugh. “P1 Seb! P1! '' you grinned as you spoke to him through his earpiece.

“Ahhhh thank you, Y/N! Will you and your strategy marry me please?” he laughed

“Congratulations,” you smiled “I’ll see you up on the podium”

You practically ran to the podium with the rest of the team, grinning up at Sebastian as he lifted the trophy into the air and you could almost swear he was grinning right back at you. You clapped and hollered at him and a blush crept up your cheeks when you saw him mouth a “Thank you” in your direction.

* * *

It was inevitable that you and Seb would become close, but you two had a very different relationship compared to the other drivers and their engineers. While the other pairs spent their time going over the car's performance and new strategies, you spent yours pressed up against the wall of your office while Sebastian kissed you with as much force as he could muster. Your most heated and intimate moments were just after a race when he was full of energy and you were full of pride.

Behind closed doors you and Sebastian could almost be compared to lovers, but out in the public eye you two kept things strictly professional, which is why you were full of shock the night that Sebastain had won his title.

The whole Redbull garage and the majority of the drivers went out to celebrate Sebastian as well as an amazing season. You had congratulated him at the start of the night, you shared a quick kiss when you were sure nobody was looking and he had bought you a drink. You hadn't seen him since, however and spent the last few hours talking to random drivers and team principals.

You almost jumped out of your skin when you felt two hands land firmly on your waist. You turned your head to see a tipsy Sebastian Vettel smiling at you with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “And there's the main man himself,” you giggled as you turned around to face him.

“I missed you,” he blurted out as his hands travelled dangerously low for a public event.

“Did you?” you asked “you're the one that disappeared for an hour” you continued as you tapped his chest.

“Kimi wanted to take shots,” he grinned as one hand moved to cup your bum.

“Sebastian!” you scolded as you swatted his hand away.

“What? It's not like i've never done that before”

“Well yeah, but-but not in public’ you whispered as you looked around, wondering if anyone had noticed the exchange between the two of you.

“I want you,” Sebastian declared, suddenly looking much more sober as he stared into your eyes.

“Let's take this conversation outside” replied as you took a step away from him. Sebastian sighed as he took your hand and led you out the doors, he didn’t care who saw as you both walked by, he didn’t care about anything anymore, he was sick of hiding his feelings for you from everyone. He wanted people to know you were his, he wanted to hold your hand in the paddocks and kiss you for good luck before a race.

Sebastain could feel his heart hammering in his chest as you paced back and forth in front of him, your hands rubbing your arms for warmth. He took a step towards you and grabbed your face with his hands. “Look at me. I want to make us official” you opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off “No listen to me. I need to say this. i don't want to sneakily glance at you during meetings anymore. I want to marry you one day. God! I want to marry you, Y/N! Is that not obvious?”

“Ok” you spoke, a blush rose to your cheeks and you cheekily grinned at him.

‘What?” Sebastian stuttered

“Let's make it official”.

* * *

You and Sebastian had been publicly dating for a little over a year and you were beyond happy. It was currently his birthday and you woke up early to make him breakfast. You both had celebrated the night before and you had to admit you were still sore but you wanted his day to be as special as him.

Sebastian tossed and turned in his sleep, frowning as he felt the cold sheets next to him instead of your warm body. His eyes fluttered open as his eyebrows furrowed. A smile soon made its way onto his face as he smelt the heavenly scent of breakfast. He turned to stand up but immediately sat back down at the sound of your voice. “No! Dont get up!” you pleaded and he laughed at the sight of you struggling to hold the breakfast tray in your hands.

“You shouldn't have, liebe” he muttered as he helped you place the breakfast tray on the bed.

“Maybe” you shrugged as you sat down next to him, “but I wanted to, now go on! Try it!” you encouraged as you practically shoved the plate into his face.

“Okay, okay” he laughed as he defensively put his hands up. You watched him as he put a fork full of food into his mouth, his eyes involuntarily shut as a quiet moan left his mouth. “Mmm marry me” he said once he swallowed the food.

“Is it okay?” you asked nervously as you played with your hands, it was your first time cooking for him and although it was just breakfast, you still wanted to make a good impression.

Sebastians head flipped in your direction, a shocked look plastered on his face. “It's better than okay, darling. Thank you. I love it. I love you”

Your heart fluttered once you heard those three words come out of his mouth. You grinned so hard that your cheeks began to hurt. “Oh god, please say something” he pleaded and he began to think that he spoke those words too soon.

“I love you, Sebastian” you spoke as you wrapped your arms around him and straddled his hips, placing kisses all over his face before finally collecting your lips.

* * *

It was yours and Sebastains anniversary but you both had decided that you wouldn't do anything special, you were just going to get takeout and watch a movie.

You pulled into the house with the food in your hands. You unlocked the door and called out to your boyfriend, “Honey, I’m home!” you joked, locking the doors behind you kicking your shoes off. You placed the food on the table next to the door and turned around, the sight in front of you shocking you as you let out a loud gasp.

Sebastian was kneeling on the floor with a ring in his hand, rose petals littered around him. You couldn't focus on the gorgeous dinner he had laid out on the table or the sweet music playing on the radio, you could only look at his glossy eyes and nervous face.

“Y/N, darling, I love you. I think i've loved you since I first laid eyes on you on that racetrack.” he laughed and looked down at the floor before connecting his eyes with yours again,”You have been with me through my lowest lows and my highest highs and somehow still manage to look at me with a glimmer in your eyes. There's nothing I can’t do with you by my side. So i’m asking-no-i'm practically begging you to finally marry me, for real this time. Will you do me the honours and become my wife?”

You nodded at him with tears in your eyes as you took small steps towards him. “I want to hear you say it, liebe”

“Yes, Sebastian! Of course I’ll marry you”

#Sebastian Vettel imagine #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #Sebastian vettel #f1 #Sebastian Vettel imagines #formula 1 x reader

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sparklysung · 3 years

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✨SWALLOW YOUR WORDS – l.d.h.✨

pairing – lee donghyuck x female!reader

genre – smut | non-idol!au, enemies to lovers!au

warnings – switch!donghyuck, switch!reader, lap dance, cumming in pants, grinding, dry humping, cum eating, hair pulling (giving and receiving), spanking, mirror sex, protected sex (reader’s on the pill), degradation, dirty talk, bondage (belt), possessiveness (i guess?)

word count – 6.043 words

summary – it only took a couple of words to make the blood boil in your veins and being the competitive individual you are, you had to prove lee donghyuck, your all-time enemy, wrong.

note – not my best, probably could've done better, but oh well. also this was frkng hard to write, damn, and i may have changed things a bit? BUT, i think it's better like this so… hope you enjoy! btw, i got the idea while reading this, so go check it out –it's good–.

taglist – @prvncejxon, @iwishihadabettername

another friday night wasting your time at some random classmate’s party. you were everything but happy to be there. you didn’t even want to go there in the first place, only finding yourself sitting on the kitchen counter, drink in hand and an ugly scowl adorning your face, because of your annoying best friend.

“hey, i get it, you didn’t wanna come here when you could have been peacefully sleeping in the comfort of your room, but come on, at least try to have some fun. you’re already here anyway.” eunbin –aka your annoying best friend– said, pouting her lips in a failed attempt of looking cute.

you kind of felt bad for her, you suppose it wasn’t exactly easy to deal with your lazy ass. but still, she was supposed to love you and appreciate you just the way you were.

and most of the time she did, just not in this specific situation.

“this isn’t fun at all, i just wanna go home. there’s nothing in here for me at all.”

you brought the red plastic cup to your lips, taking a sip of the bitter liquid eunbin had mixed for you. you weren’t lying, there really wasn’t anything that would make you want to stay, only a few friends of yours getting drunk somewhere in the big house you were currently in.

“come on, please, stay for me,” eunbin fake cried, and for a moment you thought she was going to give up and let you go. “in a bit the guys are gonna play something fun! we should join them, please?” as her last resort, she looked at you with puppy eyes. she was playing dirty and she knew it, you both knew you couldn’t resist them.

giving in with an exasperated sigh, you jumped off the counter to get yourself another drink from the bar in the living room. you were minding your own business until you heard him, the last person you wanted to see at the moment.

“so, i’m telling you guys, she was literally begging me to fuck her, she even moaned while sucking me off–,” donghyuck’s obnoxious voice filled your ears, making you roll your eyes. he was surrounded by a couple of other guys you didn’t know so well but were sure you had seen them before around campus hanging out with him.

“shut up already, dongdong, no one wants to hear it.” you interrupted, walking past him and towards the half empty bottle of vodka on the bar counter.

the group of boys stopped abruptly, all of them turning to look at you, ready for the scene that was going to take place in matter of minutes. donghyuck’s attention also turned to you, biting back a triumphant smirk with a raised eyebrow. he could see past you so he didn’t mind the mocking nickname you used; he could tell you were trying to irritate him enough to make him go away. but he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. he had been eyeing you all night, trying to find ways to get under your skin to catch your attention. and finally, after staying at a safe distance for a while to not spark suspicions, he got what he wanted.

“why so feisty, babe.” the cocky smirk he gave you just made your blood boil, the growing desire to punch it off his pretty face only getting stronger the more you stared at him.

“don’t you get tired of talking shit all day?” you barked, eyes trained on his body while pouring yourself a good amount of alcohol.

you were certainly going to need a lot of liquid courage to get through the night.

“you boast about girls begging for you but i think you’re just trying to hide the fact that you’re the one who has to beg to get laid.”

“i don’t beg, baby.” you rolled your eyes and muttered a ‘sure’. “also, if you’re jealous of me fucking other girls you just had to say it. i wouldn’t be against giving it to you instead.” the stupid wink he threw at you made your body shake in anger, already fed up with the conversation.

“you wish, asshole.”

“actually, i do.”

donghyuck was so fucking annoying, always teasing you and never leaving you alone. your personalities clashed constantly resulting in fights filled with screams and curses, sometimes to the extent of interrupting the class and getting the two of you kicked out of it. he enjoyed watching you struggle and suffer due to his awful pranks, so you were his favorite target. you couldn’t even have a proper date with anyone because he made sure to mess it up either by scaring the crap out of the guy or sabotaging your plans. he almost completely ruined your love life and cockblocked you forever.

you did not get along and everyone knew it.

although eunbin thought it was pure sexual tension and you just needed to get your frustrations off of you with a good fuck.

it wasn’t though.

or was it?

“let’s go hang out with the guys,” your best friend nudged your arm excitedly and you sighed, not feeling like playing anything with them. every time you decided to give in and take part in ‘something fun’ with the guys, it always ended up with you either in trouble or scarred for life.

you had a bad feeling about this all.

“ugh, fine.” she cheered and pulled you through the crowd of drunk people until you reached the basement.

the sound of laughter and screams drowned the music blasting upstairs, there were empty bottles of alcohol sprawled all over the floor and tables and a circle of people in the middle of the room. both of you joined the group with you sitting between eunbin and mark, a close friend of yours that you sadly shared with donghyuck. while you casually chatted and played around with the boy, happily laughing the night away, you could feel a pair of eyes burn holes into your skull. you didn’t have to look up to know who those eyes belonged to, as said person wasn’t even trying to dissimulate.

and by said person you meant donghyuck.

donghyuck hated the way you leaned on mark’s body, how you let his friend rest his head on top of yours and wrap his arm around your waist.

he was jealous, really jealous of your close friendship with the older boy.

mark and you had been friends for a long time now and you could even consider him your best friend, so you were comfortable around each other. you usually hugged, held hands and cuddled, he was used to you wearing his clothes –half of your closet were stolen hoodies that once belonged to him–, he even had a spare change of clothes in his room just in case you decided to drop by for an improvised sleepover. so it wasn’t surprising when sometimes when the two of you hung out on your own, people –even your friends in common– mistook you as a couple.

and the idea of you two dating made donghyuck feel sick to the stomach.

“we’re playing truth or dare, who wants to start?” seoyeon, one of your friends, spoke while looking around for someone to volunteer.

“i’ll go.” lucas raised his hand and everyone nodded, not minding.

the game went smoothly for a while and eventually, the more alcohol everybody drank, the crazier things got. mark ended up getting dared to lick whipped cream off of yuta’s chest and xiaojun had to cross-dress and dance on a table. everything was fine, you hadn’t been picked by anyone yet so you were pretty much having fun just enjoying the show.

until someone called your name.

“y/n, truth or dare?” jaehyun asked with a smirk.

he had an evil glint on his eyes making you feel suspicious. you knew you couldn’t choose truth or else everyone would make fun of you for being a pussy. and jaehyun just knew you well enough to know you weren’t going to let that happen.

you weren’t one to back down.

still, the way he stared at you made an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach.

what could he possibly have in mind?

“dare.”

seems like your gut feeling was right after all.

“give hyuck a lap dance,” jaehyun said immediately after the words left you mouth, making everyone in the room shake, some in excitement and some –you– in anger. donghyuck wasn’t expecting to take part in the dare, but he really wasn’t complaining either. “thank me later babe,” his shit-eating grin only adding fuel to the fire.

fuck.

just as eunbin, donghyuck could sense the sexual tension. and unlike you, he acknowledged it.

but for him it wasn’t just that.

you two had known each other –or at least acknowledged each other's existence– for a few years now, since high school. he was forced to see you almost every day at school, so, naturally, fondness for you started growing slowly in his chest. but it wasn’t until you both left for college that your ‘enemies’ label was established.

and if someone thought he may possibly like you, they were damn right.

he did.

it all started during freshman year, when he tried to befriend you during one of the classes you shared. you seemed irritated by his advances and wanted him away from you, so after a few attempts of softening your heart, he resolved that the only way to stay close to you was annoying the hell out of you.

childish? yeah. he cared? not really.

“come here, babe.” donghyuck tongued the inside of his cheek, a smirk forming on his lips. as he saw the grim look on your face, he sprawled his legs, patting his toned thigh invitingly, eager to get things started.

the look jaehyun gave you had ‘you’re not backing down, are you?’ written all over.

“shit, i hate jaehyun, why did he have to do me dirty like that?” you mumbled angrily to eunbin and she just laughed, finding the situation way funnier than you.

“maybe tonight won’t be as boring as you thought? maybe you’ll end up getting laid.” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you only scoffed, “shut up, dumbass.”

“why did you have to do me like that, huh?!” you almost screamed at the older, taking a mental note to beat him up later. he just shrugged and threw you a wink, “asshole.”

mark patted your back to help you relax, he could see you weren’t exactly happy about your dare.

“come on, which song would you like, my lady?” lucas asked, scrolling through his spotify for suiting songs.

“or nah!” yangyang answered before you could even open your mouth. just as you were about to ask for a less sexual song, cheering erupted through the room.

everyone was pumped, adrenaline running through their veins and pushing them to do stupid stuff they would probably regret the next day after waking up hungover. and things just took a rather interesting turn, so they obviously were excitedly awaiting the next series of events.

yay, more stupid memories to regret later.

on the other hand, donghyuck was as doomed as you. he knew the song well, he knew the lyrics by heart but what he didn’t know was if he could control himself with you basically dry humping him in front of a bunch of people to the rhythm of it.

he wasn’t sure it was a great idea.

as soon as you got up to complete the dare, you heard cheering and clapping. and you weren’t going to lie, you wanted to throw yourself out of a window.

breathing deeply in an attempt of relaxing to just get it over with, you made your way towards donghyuck until you were standing a few feet in front of him.

as the music started playing, you started moving. running your finger on the surface of his clothed shoulder, you walked slowly around him, like a predator circling its prey. he tried not to follow your movements, already getting anxious by your closeness and nervously waiting for your next move.

i’ma smoke this joint then i’ma break you off.

i’d be lying if i said you ain’t the one.

you pushed his legs open and settled between them. your hands rubbed his thighs teasingly, fingers drawing closer to his crotch but not quite getting there. you took your sweet time feeling him up, softly scratching his strong arms and leaving red trails behind. donghyuck was so into it, enjoying the sight of you kneeling before him so much that his pants were already starting to feel tight.

heard you not the type that you take home to mom.

is we fuckin’ when we leave the club or nah?

i ain’t spendin’ cash for nothin’ i wanna see you take it off.

and oh how he wanted to see you take it off. all night he couldn’t take his eyes off of your figure, you looked really good in the outfit eunbin had chosen for you.

so good it was almost making him drool.

you sat on his lap, hands going to caress his toned chest and stomach. it was well-known that donghyuck exercised frequently, but it still surprised you. he felt so good you had to bite your lip to prevent a sound from coming out.

when you shifted to sit closer to him, his hands flew to your hips and you could tell his intention was to move them lower to grope your ass, but you weren’t having it.

do you like the way i flick my tongue or nah?

you can ride my face until you’re drippin’ cum.

“if you try to touch me again, i’ll tie you up,” you said with a sweet smile plastered on your face, grabbing him by the wrists and harshly dropping them away from you. donghyuck let out a startled gasp at that, obviously not expecting your attitude. with his hands twitching to grasp anything, he went to grip tightly the sides of the chair.

can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?

can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

your hips ground against his crotch at such a slow pace that donghyuck was having trouble not pushing you down on him faster. he was getting embarrassingly hornier as seconds passed and wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then and there, even with his friends’ eyes on you both.

donghyuck tried so hard to restrain himself from touching you. he wasn’t one to follow orders, but he tried just for you, he really did.

i’m not the type to call you back tomorrow.

but the way you wrappin’ ‘round me is a prob.

and everything was fine until you kissed him. synchronized gasps filled the room, the sudden show of affection confusing everybody. not even your intoxicated self could understand what the hell were you doing nor who you were doing it with. his breath got stuck in his throat, heart thumping against his chest at an alarming rate. his hands almost tried to bring you closer, but he realized what he was doing on time to stop himself.

he finally broke down when your mouth sucked on his tongue, making his hips grind up against yours unconsciously as his hands grabbed you by your waist, pressing your body flush against his.

that was it.

“you asked for it,” your movements came to a stop as you took off your black leather belt, sticking to your threat of tying him up if he didn’t quit it.

pussy so good, i had to save that shit for later.

took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table.

“oh shit,” donghyuck stirred under you trying to get out of the situation.

this couldn’t be happening.

“no, please,” he whimpered as you fastened the belt until it was wrapped tightly around his wrists, locking his arms behind his back. your audience was unable to hold in their surprise, some mouths falling open. he fought against the restraints to no avail, desperate to free himself, “please, let me go,” he cried out quietly, not wanting the other occupants in the room to hear him.

“stop complaining or else i’ll also gag you,” you spat harshly in his ear, done with his attitude, and he swallowed hard. as you nibbled on his lobe, you felt a strong sense of confidence. it made your chest swell in pride to see the usual big mouth jerk with a smug grin constantly attached to his face falling apart under your touch.

seems like he was the one to beg, after all.

you moved your hips to the rhythm of the music, making sure to press harder against the sensitive tip of his cock, which was already leaking precum. although you weren’t an expert, you’d given a fair share of lap dances, so you knew what you were doing.

and donghyuck could certainly tell.

don’t play with a boss, girl take it off.

take it for a real one.

you gon’ get it all.

“whose bitch are you now, huh?” donghyuck couldn’t speak properly, way too hot and bothered for his brain to come up with any smart-ass response.

you tsked disapprovingly at his lack of response.

“when i ask you a question, you answer.” your fingers tangled in his hair and with a harsh tug you forced him to look up. donghyuck was dazed, lips swollen from you biting on them, eyes glassy from arousal, and mind clouded with lust.

“yours.” he whimpered quietly, forgetting momentarily about your audience.

“good boy.”

you loved how easy it was for you to break him and leave him wanting more, to have him so putty in your hands. specially since hearing comments of other female classmates about donghyuck teasing them almost till the brim of tears was part of your day-to-day life. it felt like you were getting revenge for all of them, so you were enjoying it a lot more than anyone could imagine.

your plump lips trailed down the length of his neck, leaving wet kisses along his honey-like skin, and he threw his head back to give you more access. as you licked, sucked and bit the flesh, donghyuck could hear his heartbeat loud over the music. he usually wouldn’t let a girl suck hickeys on his skin, but the idea of you marking him while everyone watched was rather exciting.

he swore the seconds passed slower than usual. you were just halfway through the song but he didn’t know if he could survive any longer.

donghyuck felt light-headed and painfully aroused, and he wasn’t going to last long if you kept kissing him and moving your hips the way you were.

“i’ma go as far as you let me,” your movements became slower to tease him, making the poor boy want to cry in agony. his jeans felt way too tight to be comfortable and he hoped everyone could just leave you two alone to take it off.

“shit, please,” donghyuck’s eyes closed, head falling forward and hanging low as drops of sweat slid down his forehead. the room felt like an oven and he didn’t know if it was a result of the significant amount of people in such a small space, the alcohol, his choice of clothing or your body pressed closely against his.

probably the latter.

girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?

can i bring another bitch? let’s have a threesome.

“keep saying you’re a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?” you quietly sang along, pulling his face closer by his hair and grinding down on him harder.

donghyuck was going crazy, he had never expected you to be so sexy, to behave so dirtily. but he loved it, and by the prominent tent in his pants, everybody could tell he was in for the ride of his life.

you’s a ride-or-die chick, you with this shit or nah?

say you not a side bitch, you all-in or nah?

you gon’ make them eggs cheesy with them grits or nah?

you brought him in for a hot kiss that left his head spinning.

donghyuck was growing restless as his climax neared, he was so close he could almost taste it. he couldn’t remember when the last time he got so close to cumming only from some teasing was.

everything was happening so quickly he wasn’t able to stop himself before giving in to the pleasure.

“h-holy fuck,” with a shaky moan that you swallowed, donghyuck shot his load, staining the crotch of his dark jeans. you could feel the wetness seeping through the piece of clothing and dampening your bottoms. his hips gave a few more sloppy thrusts, legs shaking weakly and cock twitching from the confines of his jeans, before falling limp on the chair.

or nah.

as the song ended, he came down from his high. you freed him from the iron grip of your belt, the skin on his wrists was red and slightly swollen. you may have tightened it too much in the heat of the moment, but you weren’t apologizing after giving him probably the best orgasm of his life.

the bewildered expression on his face quickly turned grim as it hit him.

he came in his pants like a fucking teenager.

in a room full of people.

in front of his friends, yours and you.

his friends stood there, both confused and surprised to see donghyuck so affected by your touch. nobody had expected things to end the way they did.

“damn, are you okay my man?” johnny asked, laughing at his friend’s flustered state.

“shut up,” donghyuck answered bitterly. he shot up from his seat, grabbing your hand and shoving you inside the nearest bathroom in the house. he didn’t even care to cover the wet spot on his pants, walking with his chin up and a scowl plastered on his face.

and blame it on how riled up you had gotten from the feeling of his hard dick pressing against your needy pussy, but damn, he looked good.

“i wanna go next!” hendery spoke excitedly. you couldn’t tell if he was just messing with you or if he actually wanted you to give him a lap dance too. either way, it made your lips turn upwards in a smug grin.

once you both made it to the bathroom, he locked the door before pushing you against it, back pressed flush into the hard piece of wood. the ambience took a 180 turn, your confidence faltered slightly at the sight of his angry form.

“you think it’s funny, yeah?” he hummed angrily in your ear. “you think i’d let you do whatever you want and embarrass me in front of my friends just because you feel like it without payback?” the look on his eyes getting darker as the words left his mouth.

“if so, oh baby, you were so wrong.”

trying to test him, you decided to answer.

“you’re all bark and no bite, what else am i supposed to think?” you smirked devilishly when you saw him clench his jaw.

“you’re gonna regret being a brat,” his slender fingers wrapped themselves around your waist and with a harsh tug, he pulled you closer to attack your lips, biting and sucking on them, making your legs wobbly. he tasted sweet and bitter at the same time, probably from the liquor he had been drinking all night, and you couldn’t seem to get enough. his lips were soft and plush as they mingled with yours, teeth roughly clashing and tongues fighting for dominance, “am i?”

donghyuck hissed through his teeth as he unbuckled his pants, letting his cum-covered shaft spring free. he was already hard and you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together to ease some of the tension building up between them. his hand shot to your throat, tightening his grip until you couldn’t breathe properly, before forcing you on your knees.

donghyuck tapped his hard and heavy cock on your lips a couple of times before speaking. “open up, slut,” and you did as you were told, parting your lips and poking your tongue out, waiting for him to slide in.

but he didn’t.

he wanted you to lick him clean, he wanted to see you do as he said, follow his orders like a good girl without complaints.

“clean the mess you’ve done. now.”

the harsh tone of his voice sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. your hands immediately shot up to grab a hold of his length, but before you got too close he stopped you. confusion was written all over your face and for a moment you worried he had changed his mind.

“no hands, i want you to work on it only with that dirty mouth of yours.”

with your hands gripping onto his thighs, your tongue swiped from the base to the head of his cock, eagerly licking him clean. once you had swallowed every drop of his cum, your mouth took him whole, hollowing your cheeks, one hand massaging his balls. donghyuck threw his head back as yours bobbed at a rapid pace, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat as you swallowed around him.

when he was about to cum, he pulled away from your mouth, making you whine at the loss. wrapping his hand once again around your throat like a beautiful necklace, he forced you up on your feet. he turned you around before pulling you closer by a rough tug. your clothed ass pressed against his dick, a mixture of his arousal and your saliva wetting the cloth. your hips ground back to both tease him, desperate to feel something, anything. his hands went to the front of your jeans, rubbing his fingers over your clothed clit and a whimper fell from your lips.

“more, i need more,” you pleaded, the barrier of clothes making the feeling less pleasurable.

he surprisingly complied without resistance, dipping the digits under the restricting cloth. a deep groan vibrated against the side of your neck when he felt the wetness that had been gathering inside your panties since your dare.

“look at you, so damn wet,” his mouth watered at the feeling of your needy heat. at this point, donghyuck knew everyone had an idea of what you two could possibly be doing, and although he would enjoy returning the favour by eating you out to his heart’s content, there wasn’t enough space nor time to do so comfortably. but he swore he would make it up to you some time.

“for who is it, baby?” the answer was obvious, but still, he wanted to hear it directly from you. he inserted one long finger until it was knuckles deep inside of you and you let out a squeak, head falling back onto his shoulder.

“for you donghyuck, all for you.”

“that’s right, slut, only i can make you that wet, only i can touch you like this. you’re mine, don’t forget that,” he inserted a second finger and pumped them deeply into you.

“yes,” you breathed out softly, too far gone to fight back with a snarky remark.

although his fingers felt good and you could possibly –with a bit of an effort– cum just from them, you still wanted more. you wanted to feel the nice stretch of his cock tearing your walls apart.

“please, donghyuck.”

“what do you want?”

donghyuck knew what you wanted. fuck, he wanted it too, so bad. he had been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time and now that he could finally have it, he was going to make the best out of it.

“fuck me,” your core ached to be filled so you swallowed your pride and spoke out.

“condom?”

“we don’t need it, i’m on the pill,” you rushed, stomach twisting and turning in excitement, “please, just fuck me.”

donghyuck’s eyes turned darker, lust clouding both of your minds with the only desire to fuck each other stupid. he pulled down your jeans so they were pooling on your ankles and went back to pump his fingers inside you to make sure you were ready to take him. as he entered you, you had to lean on the sink in front of you to hold yourself up or else you would have faceplanted the mirror.

“you feel so good, fuck, so fucking tight,” donghyuck growled when he was balls deep in you.

whimpers fell from your lips from the delicious stretch of his thick cock. after a few seconds of you adjusting to his size, you backed your ass into his hips to let him know you wanted him to move. he gave a couple of thrusts to test the waters before picking up his pace and you gripped the sides of the sink as he pounded into you. his mouth worked on your neck while you brought one of his hands under your shirt to play with your breasts.

“such a pretty sight, don’t you think?” he tugged harshly at your hair to force you to look at your reflection on the mirror, thrusts never faltering.

your makeup was ruined; lipstick smeared messily all over your lips from the hot make-out session, neck full of bruises donghyuck left to claim you, shirt pulled above your breasts displaying your puckered nipples while one of his big hands grabbed your boob as they bounced with every hard snap of his hips.

“you have no idea how many times i had to control myself not to pounce on you,” his eyes never left your quivering reflection, completely in love with the way your frame molded with his, “every single time you couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed and all i wanted to do was shut you up with my cock.”

“f-fuck,” his thrusts turned rougher as his free hand wrapped around your neck, tightening his grip and amplifying the mind-blowing sensations he was giving you.

your asscheeks slapped against his hips, which drilled against you at an unhuman pace, hitting the right spots with every snap and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, loud moans threatening to fall from your lips so you slapped your palm over your mouth to muffle your sounds.

“don’t, i want to hear you,” he gave a particularly hard thrust to try and draw a sound out of you, “i want you to be so loud that all of our friends know what we’re doing, i want them to know how good i’m making you feel.”

specially mark.

but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“h-hyuck,” you couldn’t hold back the broken moan that fell from your lips, pleasure overtaking your body. your hands gave in and you almost fell forward, but donghyuck reacted sooner and pulled you by your hair, holding you up.

“address me properly, brat,” he growled in your ear. you felt a hard slap on your ass, the skin of the abused area stinging from the impact.

“i’m sorry… fuck, donghyuck,” your cries went straight to his dick, urging him to fuck you harder. he kneaded the flesh soothingly before spanking it again and again until you could make out the imprint of his big hand on your asscheek.

“f-faster, please,” you pleaded in a whine and he tsked, shaking his head, “such a greedy little slut.”

“what would everyone think of you if they could see you so eagerly taking my cock, mm?” donghyuck hummed, “begging for me to fuck you until you can’t walk properly?

shocks of pleasure shot through you, his dirty talk helping you reach your release faster than you anticipated. his grip on you was so tight you were sure you were going to be sore the next day. your moans turned pornographic as you neared your release, your walls squeezed around donghyuck to the point he was unable to move, so he started drawing circles over your sensitive clit to help you get off.

“let go, baby.”

and soon, his touch threw you over the edge, causing your body to shake and a broken moan to fall from your lips, legs weak as your whole weight only relied on your arms for support. he followed shortly after, grunting as he filled you up with his warm and sticky essence.

as he pulled out, a mixture of your slick juices and his seed leaked from your abused hole, dripping down your inner thighs. his fingers slid over to gather the drops of cum and opposite to your assumption, he didn’t push it back inside of you but brought the digits to your face, waiting for you to open your mouth.

“suck.”

and you did, eyes locked with his through the mirror as your tongue swirled around his fingers to lick them clean.

“fuck,” donghyuck sighed, “i didn’t know you were so dirty, sweetheart.”

and the teasing comes back.

“do you want me to remind you how i made you cum in your pants back there in a room full of people?” you rolled your eyes in disbelief and he just let out a breathy laugh.

“whatever. either way, even if they didn’t have the pleasure of fucking you or at least seeing you get fucked, they surely could hear you from how loud you were screaming my name.”

“good thing mark now knows who you belong to,” the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think and both of you shared a look of pure shock.

“did you just mention mark?”

“…no?”

“you did! what the fuck? were you jealous of mark?” you asked, eyes wide as you remembered the disgusted look on his face when you and mark got too touchy with each other during the game.

“i am jealous of mark.”

“what? why?”

“oh my god, you’re so dense.”

“shut up, i’m not.”

“yes, you are. i like you dumbass, that’s fucking why. why wouldn’t i be jealous if you two act like you’re dating but always deny it when questioned? i can give you my hoodies, i can cuddle you and hold your hand, i can spoil you with cute stuff. i can be your boyfriend, it doesn’t have to be him.”

everything was so weird.

you were supposed to be enemies for fucks sake.

but he looked cute with pouty lips.

“well, you sure have got a damn weird way of demonstrating it.”

“shut up, okay?” donghyuck snapped, done with trying to get you to shut the fuck up. “i just didn’t know how to approach you or talk to you at all, alright?” he sighed, a scowl forming on his face. “you always seem to be angry when i’m around.” the change in his voice shocked you, it was much softer now, as if he was afraid of you hearing it.

“hey, don’t beat yourself for it, alright?” you sighed, feeling bad for being so mean to him for no reason. because you really didn’t have a reason. whenever you weren’t at each other’s throats and you got time to observe him from afar, you saw how caring he was with his friends, even if most of the time he annoyed the crap out of them.

donghyuck actually seemed like a good guy… if you ignored his teasing.

maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought.

“so, would you be my-,”

suddenly, the sound of banging on the door resonated through the room.

“are you done already? i need to pee.”

you quickly fixed your clothes, embarrassed by the presence of someone outside the door waiting for you and donghyuck to get out and momentarily forgetting about the boy’s proposal. just as you were about to open the door and get yourself the fuck out of the situation, his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer and whisper to your ear in a way you could feel your panties get damp once again.

“we’re not done yet, princess.”

–lia:)

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