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truetogaia · 11 months

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come awnnn ya'll knew I had to write a longer one..

pairing: fiancé!miguel o'hara x fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+

synopsis: Miguel wakes up to a... hard... problem, one only you can help solve..

warnings: just pure smut with a lil plot, p in v, unprotected sex, depictions, mature n explicit themes, no pull out sorry lolz, size kink, morning sex, vulgar language, breeding kink,

word count: 950!

requests: open !

NOT PROOFREAD! I Miguel masterlist

His buff arms crept around your middle, wrapping securely around you as your head rested on his broad chest. Mornings like these were rare, ones where you could just relish in the loving embrace of your boyfriend, and soon to be husband. The newly acquired ring weighed heavy on your finger as you reached a hand up to tuck some loose hair behind his ear. The material of it shimmered in the gentle light of the setting sun, casting reflections onto a white wall just in front of you.

The gentle rise and fall of his chest, synced with his breaths, lulled you into a state of drowsiness. He had been asleep for quite a while now. You glanced at the clock on his wrist, careful not to move too much despite the tight hold he had on you. It was exactly 8:43. And as if he could sense it, he began stirring, throwing you on the floor in the process. You landed on the wooden floor with a loud thud, wincing as your tailbone took the hit.

Miguel shot up, looking around frantically for the source of the sound. His gaze landed on you, sprawled out on the floor as you tried to process what had just happened. A soft chuckle left your lips, which soon turned into a fit of giggles. Your fiance looked at you with a puzzled expression, one eyebrow quirked in response to your strange antics.

“What are you doing?” His deep, raspy morning voice sent a slight shiver up your spine, making you abruptly stop your giggling.

“Well, you woke up and I… found myself down here..” You said, smiling sweetly at him. He began removing the blanket from his body to get up, stopping suddenly as he realized. You peeked up at him, wondering why he had suddenly frozen.

“Hey, sweets, I've got a little problem, fear I'm gonna need your help..” You hummed, getting up as you rubbed your tailbone slightly. It stung, but it was bearable. Your eyes finally landed on said problem, raising your eyebrows slightly at his huge bulge.

“Morning boner? Really? At your grown age?” You teased, earning a light scoff from the man. He narrowed his eyes at you, before shooting up to catch you in a hug before pulling you down with him towards the messy bed.

“Come on, you love me.. So help me out, yeah?” You giggled, nodding as you gently pulled away from his embrace. Your legs straddled his hips, struggling to wrap all the way around due to the difference in size.. And muscle.

Now he had his large, rough hand planted on your love handles, pressing your soft hips down onto him with ease. His cock pumped in and out of you at a pace which had you blabbering incoherent nonsense, body slumping forward to rest against his chest. Miguel tried his best to stay as quiet as he could to relish in your sounds, but the way you were squeezing his cock just right sidetracked him.

Soft moans spilled from your plump, kiss-swollen lips as his own attached to the sensitive skin of your neck. He placed gentle, sloppy kisses along the curve of it, paying extra attention to your sensitive areas as if it would drown out the blissful pleasure of his length dragging in and out of your squelching heat.

Your hands tirelessly gripped at his larger forearms, nails digging into the skin in sync with his relentless thrusts. You were still sat atop him, legs aching from the stretch the width of his brawny hips offered.

“There sweetheart.. I thought I was the one.. who- fuck.. who was supposed to receive help.” He tutted, voice deep and dripping with.. adoration? love? lust? All of the above? He didn’t really know what to feel, all he knew was that he loved the feeling of his soon-to-be wife’s smaller body enveloping his.

“Y..yeah.. you’re just.. too big, couldn’t move properly..” You said between broken moans. He chuckled, gently grabbing your arms, hands sliding down your forearms to hold your hands. He leaned forward, catching your lips in a lazy kiss.

“Fuck.. can’t wait to marry you.. To have a family” he muttered in between sloppy kisses, tongue dancing with yours as he fucked into you from below.

“Mhmn.. Y’know, some people create families before they get married..” Your soft voice felt like clouds in his ears, and his hands found their place on your hips again, a groan escaping his mouth at your words.

“Yeah? You wanna have kids now? Want me to fill you?” He smirked as you nodded desperately, feeling your hot cunt clamp down on him and throb around him. “may as well give you what you want, no? Early wedding gift..” His hips stuttered, cock twitching inside of you as you ran your hands down his chest, mouth agape. With one final thrust, he came deep inside your womb, painting your gummy walls white as you spasmed on top of him, reaching your own high.

“There we go, now we wait” His voice was raspy as you laid on his chest, catching your breath. He smoothed a hand down your spine, resting it in the small of your back. You giggled lightly, the bedroom now filled with the smell of sex.

“Come on, let's take a shower, we stink!” You said, grabbing his hand to pull him with you. You smiled as you got up, hissing slightly from the ache in your legs. You heard a chuckle erupt from your fiance's mouth, turning around to scold him. “You owe me big time, mister.”

“Is a baby not enough?”

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rkvriki · 11 months

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waking up with enhypen !

OMG HI! IM BACK TO WRITING?!!!!???!! surprising i know lolz I'm sorry for my inactivity i promise I'll try harder to be more active JAKE FIC IS COMING SOON!1!1!

make sure to leave feedback! my requests are open and my talk box is always open so lets talk!

WARNINGS ! none i think??? might contain grammar errors, this was made while I was at my grandma's so bear with me i did this in like 30 minutes

word count: 1.2k

LEE HEESEUNG !

when you and heeseung sleep over at each other's house you always sleep in late. it's usually really calm and you're always the first to wake up. the strong rays of sun hit you right in the eyes and force you to wake up. you look to your side and see heeseung sleeping peacefully with one arm hanging off the bed. you lay on your side as you smile at the view besides you. your hand comes up to brush his hair out off his eyes and you get a clearer view of his eyelashes brushing against his cheeks and his slightly parted lips that leave soft breaths. you lean down to leave kisses on his cheeks and slowly trail to his nose, down to his lips. he stirs slightly and his eyes flutter open. he looks at you and closes his eyes again and smiles softly at you as you giggle at him, whispering a soft good morning and kiss him again.

rest under the cut !

PARK JONGSEONG !

mornings with jay are very chill. usually he is the first one to wake up and he gets out of bed right away, not forgetting to leave a kiss on your kiss. he walks down to the kitchen and gets all the ingredients to make your favorite pancakes. he sets the table with plates and your favorite mug. you're laid in the bed you both share and the smell of food immediately hits your senses and you feel your stomach grumble with hunger. your bare feet touch the floor and you slowly make your way to the kitchen. you find your boyfriend there cooking with a pout on his lips, a habit that he has when he is focusing on something. you slowly come behind him and hug his waist as you rest you face on his shoulder. he looks at you and kisses the top of your head, "good morning my love." he says as returns to his cooking and you smile fondly at him.

SIM JAEYUN !

waking up with jake is almost a task. you're always the first one to wake up and you like to start your routine right away but with jake it's almost impossible. on a normal day you would wake up and go to the bathroom to do your morning skincare, but jake likes to hold you down in bed and not let you leave the bed. jake has an arm draped over your waist and his face nuzzled in your neck and he let's out incoherent words that you can't quite understand but he is most likely telling you to stay for a little while. "jake i need to go make us breakfast, let me go." you say trying not to get annoyed right in the morning. he pulls himself closer to you and stuffs his face deeper in your neck "just five more minutes, baby, please." you sigh in annoyance. "I'm going to do my skincare and when i come back you get out of the bed, ok?" he lets out a groan but agrees nonetheless.

PARK SUNGHOON !

mornings with sunghoon are really calm and soft. you both wake up at the same time and usually stay in bed talking or cuddling for a while. you stretch yourself as you try to wake yourself up, you look to your side and see the clock marking 9:40 am. you look you your side and see sunghoon already looking at you making you smile at him and he does the same. you roll on top of him and make yourself comfortable in his chest. "good morning, hoon." you say looking up at him and leaving a peck on his lips. "good morning princess." he returns, running his hands on your hair, pulling you into another kiss. before the kiss got deeper you pulled out, making him chase your lips as you giggle at him. "let's get up and have breakfast or do you want to out for brunch?" you ask him, while caressing his hair. "brunch sounds nice today." you left on last peck on his lips and you both got up to get ready.

KIM SUNOO !

waking up with sunoo is one of the best things for you. usually he his the first one to wake and then he wakes you up with kisses all over your face. he giggles when he sees your eyes fluttering and you turn your head to the side, trying to dodge his kisses. "come on, love. let's wash up and eat breakfast, we have a whole day planned." you hum in response and he pecks your lips in return. sunoo helps you up and leads you to the bathroom. you both wear your matching headbands and do your skincare routine. after finishing you both make your way to the kitchen and sunoo starts making your favorite toast as you set the table with cute plates and cutlery. when he finishes cooking you both sit together to eat as you talk about the date day you planned the day before.

YANG JUNGWON !

sleepovers with jungwon always end up with you guys staying up until almost 3am. you stay up watching movies and talking and laughing about random things. so, you both usually wake up around 12/13 pm usually with someone calling you, forcing you both to wake up with the sound of your ringtone. jay often calls any of you to ask if you want to eat lunch together with the rest of the guys and obviously you both accept since it's too late to be cooking. you both lay in bed for some good 5 minutes, complaining about having to wake up and get ready. after your protests, you both go to the bathroom and wash up, trying to wash the sleep away from your eyes and trying your best to depuff you face. "we really need to start sleeping earlier." jungwon says and you agree, but you both know it's not gonna happen.

NISHIMURA RIKI !

let's be honest, most of the times you and niki have a sleepover you don't sleep. you always end up pulling an all nighter, but when you do sleep it's always messy. you never know who's gonna be the first one to wake up, it's never the same person. when you're the first one to wake up it's chaotic. you take some time to fully wake up while laying on your back and then you look to the side to see niki still sleeping, snoring quietly. you smile to yourself and roll on top of him making him wake up right away as his hands instantly make their way to your waist, holding you against him. "baby what are you doing? what time is it?" he asks still trying to process what's happening. "nothing baby, just wanted you to wake up." you say as you peck his lips with a big smile. "you need to stop doing this every time you wake me up, seriously!"

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ughkat · 7 months

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hope you’re feeling better soon <3 i was wondering if you could write a dom!luke and fem!reader where they’re at a halloween party and y/n is getting on luke’s nerves cause she’s like play flirting with her friends so he takes her home and teaches her a lesson 🤭

thank u! definitely starting to feel a little better 🫶

jealous - l.r.h

dom!luke x fem!reader

sorry ab the length i liked this idea lolz

smut: dom!luke, rough bj, rough smut, doggy, choking, petnames,

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"Y/n, who said you could look so sexy tonight?" My best friend sitting on an adjacent couch teased playfully. She had invited me to a Halloween party she was hosting, encouraging me to bring Luke as well. Unsure of a creative outfit for the last minute plans, I had thrown together the classic cat costume, as most of clothing was black. I did the best I could, throwing on a black corset top, with black shorts. Improvising my face with black eyeliner for whiskers and a nose.

I giggled at my friends words, throwing her energy back to her.

"If you wanna kiss you just have to ask." I rolled my eyes dramatically. Our flirtatious banter was nothing new and nothing more than playful, though could be misleading to anyone not in the loop.

Music pumped loudly, as well as incoherent voices of other party goers. I glanced to Luke beside me, who was slumped back into the couch, briefly looking at me through his eyebrows. I quickly noted his odd behavior before brushing it off, continuing to my conversation with my friends.

"I'm gonna go get another drink. Do you want something?" I spoke loudly over the music to the 3 girls in front of me. I quickly took their drink orders before standing up and walking past my friends, my rear side eye level to them. I felt a quick smack against my lower half as I began to walk away, making me turn around with an open jaw before laughing.

"Bitch." I scoffed playfully. I saw Luke from the corner of my eye stand up swiftly, making his way to the other side of the room. I bit my cheek as I went to retrieve the drinks, now beginning to understand the reason for Luke's mood.

Returning to the couch, Luke no where to be seen, I handed my friends their drinks as I spoke.

"I'll be right back." I brushed off nonchalantly, heading in the same direction I saw Luke storm off.

I ducked and weaved through bodies and unfamiliar faces, scanning the rooms as I searched for Luke. I headed back into the kitchen, finding him standing against the counter, looking down at his drink.

I immediately noted his serious expression, my nerves began to rise. Letting out a deep breath, I paced my way towards Luke, his eyes staying glued to his drink the whole time.

I looked up at him once I reached the counter, picking my fingers anxiously. He looked at me once deeply before leaning inti my ear to speak.

"We're going home." He spoke lowly with a deep tone. I shivered at his voice against my skin, I was thankful for our departure—as we've been here for 3 hours—, yet my stomach turned for I was unsure of what I was going home to.

I looked back up to him, thinking frantically for my words.

"I- I'll go say bye-"

"No." He cut me off, "Let's go." He motioned with his head. Though Luke's intimidating behavior shook me to my core, I couldn't help but let my need for him grow by the second. His dominate energy took my breath as we swiftly made our way through the house, avoiding my friends, and out of the front door.

The car ride was deafeningly silent, what would normally be a 10 minute drive felt like an hour. Luke's eyes stayed glued on the road in front of him, making me shift nervously in my seat. My eyes shifted to his hands which were furiously gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. I glanced to his face, his jaw clenched tightly, every few a seconds his eye would twitch ever so slightly. I settled into my seat with a deep sigh, my body filled with both fear and excitement.

Arriving to our house silently, I dropped my bag and kicked off my shoes at the entrance, heading to our room to change. I heard the heavy footsteps of Luke entering our room behind me as I approached our bathroom, Immediately reaching for the makeup wipes on the counter.

The silence around me was suspicious, I cautiously wiped off the whiskers and nose from my face, listening carefully to the room beside me. I tossed the dirty wipes into the trash, exiting the bathroom to Luke sitting on the edge of the bed, making me stop in my tracks. He sat with his hands clasped, elbows resting on his knees. His jaw clenched tightly as he turned his head to look at me.

"You think your friends are funny?" He spoke smugly, tilting his head. I took in a shaky breath, thinking of my next words carefully. He slowly began to stand up as I stuttered.

"Th-That's just how w-we talk," I stumbled over my words, Luke's tall frame making his way towards me slowly. I chill ran through me at his intimidating size, finding myself under his spell.

"Yeah?" He mocked, bringing his hands around me down to my barely covered rear, looking down at me, "They just talk by putting their hands all over you?" He growled, groping roughly. I impulsively placed my hands on Luke's ribs as he squeezed me tightly, his touch arousing me more and more by the second. I looked into his eyes deeply.

"Luke." I breathed softly, unable to argue my case, as well as my mind becoming numb to Luke's dominance, wanting him to take me over completely.

"Who's ass is this?" He spoke deeply, squeezing me roughly once more.

"Yours." I spoke just above a whisper, the wetness pooling in my underwear fogged my mind. Without warning, Luke swiftly pushed me to the side and against the wall by my hips, earning a light gasp from me.

"You think it's okay to let everyone put their hands on you?" He growled into my ear, grabbing my wrists with a hand and placing them above my head. My breath hitched as he roughly pushed his leg between mine, his thigh pressing against my eager heat. I shook my head quickly, too flustered to find my voice.

"Use your words." He spoke deeply, pushing his thigh harder between my legs. I rolled my head onto the side of his, letting out a small whine of desperation.

"No. I don't." I shook my head, speaking between small breaths. Luke chuckled.

"Y'get all pretty, get all flirty with your friends..." Luke spoke slowly, trailing a patient hand down my chest and torso leisurely. He effortlessly undid the button of my shorts, along with the zipper. My hips bucked slightly at his touch so close to where I needed him.

"You like getting me angry?" He tilted his head, sliding a hand under my waistband, hovering two fingers over my slit.

"N-No." I whimpered, squirming under his touch. I throbbed and ached desperately as Luke's fingers would gently caress my folds every few seconds. I whined at Luke's painfully intentional string of questions as he taunted my heat.

"Are you my good girl?" He growled as he swiftly pushed two fingers into my dripping hole, making me gasp and buckle at my knees as I nodded frantically. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in before speaking.

"Words, doll." He smirked.

"Yes..Luke. I'm y-your good girl." I whimpered between breaths as he pumped two fingers in and out of me at an intentionally agonizing pace.

A smug look plastered his face as he pulled his fingers out abruptly, emitting a whine from me. He released his grip from my wrists, taking a step back.

"On your knees." He spoke bluntly, motioning with his head. I mindlessly obliged, lowering to my knees with shaking legs. I looked up at look through my lashes, mascara beginning to smudge under my eyes.

He brought a hand down to the side of my face caressing me gently, unbuckling his belt with the other. I felt myself grow wetter as Luke revealed his throbbing member, pulling his pants down only enough to reveal himself. I looked at Luke deeply as he ran a thumb over my lips.

"Who's mouth is this?" He spoke deeply, tapping his thumb on my lips indicating to open them.

"Yours." I said softly before opening my mouth lightly, inviting his thumb inside.

"That's a good girl." He briefly ran a thumb around my mouth before placing his tip at my lips, putting bis hands at the back of my head. I let out a small cough as Luke pushed his shaft all the way in, hitting the back of my throat. He let out a small groan as I wrapped my lips around him, swirling my tongue around his shaft.

"Fuck, your throat is so good, princess." He growled, slowly picking up a rhythm with his hips, thrusting himself in and out of my throat. I reached a hand up and gripped his thigh tightly, gagging around his size.

"That's a good girl, taking my cock like a good slut." He groaned deeply, looking down at me intensely as I took his shaft in my throat. Saliva began to drool from the sides of my mouth, as well as mascara tearing on my cheeks. Luke's fingers wrapped around my hair tightly, holding my head still slightly as he fucked my throat.

He pulled me off of him by my hair abruptly, tilting my head up at look at him as I coughed and choked while catching my breath.

"My pretty girl." He cooed gently before bringing me to me feet, guiding me to the bed. He swiftly pushed me onto the end of the bed, leaving me face down. My body trembled as I caught my breath, my cheek against the cold sheets. Suddenly, Luke's hands connected with my hips, propping my rear up. With quick hands, he yanked my shorts down my the waistband, my underwear accompanying them. I shivered at the cold air hitting my dripping heat.

Luke lined himself up behind me, running his tip along my slick folds. He leaned down closer to me as he spoke.

"You think they could fuck you like I can?" He teased lowly in my ear, pushing his tip gently against my hole. Before I had a chance to answer, Luke pushed himself inside me swiftly, leaning back up and grabbing my hips. I let out a loud whine and gripped the sheets beside me.

"You like getting fucked like a slut, don't you baby?" He growled, placing a hand at the side of my head and picking up his pace quickly.

"Y-yes. Lu.. Fuck." I moaned between thrusts and breaths. Luke chucked, placing a hard smack against my bare cheek, earning another squeal from my lips.

"Tell me you're mine." Luke spoke deeply, leaning down again toward my ear. He kept his face pace, making finding my words difficult.

"I'm y-yours, Luke." I whimpered. Luke abruptly pulled out, flipping me on my back before sliding back in. He connected his hand to my throat tightly as he began his vigorous pounding again. My hands flew to his wrist, gripping into anything I could as he rammed my lower half.

"You look so pretty taking my cock." He spoke lazily, bringing a thumb down and rubbing small circles on my sensitive bud. My back arched at the added sensation, emitting a whine from me.

My walls began to convulse around Luke's shaft, signaling to him my climax.

"Fuck, Luke. I- I'm gonna-"

"You wanna cum, doll?" He mocked, quickening his pace. I bit my lip eagerly, my body trembled with pleasure as I nodded frantically.

"Beg." He spat. I let out a heavy breath of frustration as I struggled with my words.

"Luke... Please. Let me cum, please." I pleaded between whimpers and thrusts, I curled my toes aggressively holding in my climax. Luke looked at me for a brief moment, as if he was grading my begging. I whined desperately before he spoke.

"Cum for me, baby." He finally spoke, he kept up his rhythm and working thumb, working me through my orgasm. My body shook under him, my mouth releasing a loud whine. Luke watched as I melted under him, bringing him to his finish. He emptied his warm load onto my stomach with a series of curses, collapsing onto his hands overhead of me.

He ultimately found his place beside me after cleaning his mess, the two of us laying together in silence as we caught our breath.

"You okay?" Luke turned his head to look at me with a warm expression, moving a piece of hair from my face. I nodded at his routine question with a content sigh, turning to face him. I giggled before speaking.

"You really think I want to fuck my friends?" I asked half sarcastically, Luke letting out a chuckle.

"Just saying." He threw his hands up in defense, "I don't like to share." He smirked, leaning in for a gentle kiss.

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 7 months

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hello :3 i was wondering if i could request a lil fic with either daryl dixon or thomas hewitt about a hyper-feminine, juicy couture and lip gloss wearing, victoria secret perfume having, reader? maybe where the family is judgemental over the reader for their looks, but one of the boys stands up for the reader? (maybe end with them showing much they like how the reader dresses ¬‿¬)

and sorry if this is incoherent my ambien kickin in lolz

a/n: omg this is such a good idea. thank you so much for the request i hope you like it! <3 also i apologise for it taking so long

also, i'm not sure how in character any of this is because it's been a while since i watched any of the tcm movies so i hope this is okay <3

pairing: thomas hewitt x fem!reader

warnings: hoyt, fluff (neither of which are directly related)

word count: 659

You were wearing a yellow sundress you'd found a while back, glittery lip gloss coating your lips. You felt pretty, until you'd walked down the stairs to find Hoyt in the armchair, a snide look on his face as he looked you up and down.

"The fuck are you all dressed up for?" He scoffed, picking at the already broken leather of the chair, a bone chewed between his teeth.

You shrugged. "Nothin' wrong with wantin' to look nice from time to time."

You'd been with the Hewitts for a long time, ever since Thomas had taken a liking to you years ago. You were used to putting up with Hoyt's shit by now, choosing to simply shrug off his mocking comments and wildly inappropriate humour. He was an asshole, you knew that.

You were just here for Thomas.

Hoyt laughed, waving a hand at you. "You know there ain't nobody gonna fuck you just 'cuz you're all dressed up in some fancy fuckin' frock."

You folded your arms across your chest, glaring at him. Again, he was an asshole. And as much as you wanted to put a knife through the bastard's eye socket, he was still family.

"You think Tommy's gonna fuck you? Is that it?" He carried on, sitting forward in the chair now. "Hey, Tommy! Come on in here, boy!"

It was silent for a moment, and then you heard heavy footsteps thudding against wood, Thomas walking in from the kitchen.

Hoyt smirked, pointing a finger in your direction. "Look at your little lady friend over there. Ain't she pretty? Huh, boy?"

Thomas stayed silent, watching you from across the room.

"So?" Hoyt carried on, turning to look at Thomas. "You wanna fuck this bitch?"

You were about to say something, cuss him out, except Thomas moved first, crossing the room in seconds, forcefully pushing a large palm into Hoyt's chest. The chair rocked backwards when Hoyt's back hit the leather, Thomas towering over him, silently threatening.

You didn't know what to do as you stood there, your dress still floating around your ankles, hair standing up on your arms.

You half expected Hoyt to fight back, scold him in angry retaliation, but when Thomas withdrew his hand, Hoyt remained where he was, glaring up at Thomas.

And Thomas didn't say anything as he turned and walked towards you, roughly gripping your hand in his and leading you down to his room.

You remained silent as he stood with his back to you a moment, his shoulders gently rising and falling from taking steady breaths.

He'd stood up for you, fought back against his family in your defense. It made you giddy just thinking about it. You took a few steps towards him, cautiously brushing your fingers down his back.

He tensed under your touch, and when he turned around, you could see the reserved look behind his eyes, like he was unsure of what to do next. So you stood there, completely still, allowing Thomas to do as he pleased in his own time.

You inhaled a shaky breath when he reached a hand out towards you, dragging his fingers up your body, stopping when he reached the curve of your breast, a quiet sigh leaving his lips as he took you in.

"Thomas," you whispered, your eyes fluttering shut as he moved his hand up to your collarbone, fingers curling around the back of your neck, tugging you closer.

He trailed up to touch your face, stroking his palm along your cheek, all the while you remained completely still, letting him do what he wanted.

No words would ever pass his lips, but as he touched you like this, you knew. You knew that he was admiring you, revelling in your body being this close, taking in the feel of your warm skin beneath his hands.

"Thank you for taking care of me," you spoke quietly, a smile pulling at your lips. "Thank you."

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miniwolfsbane · 1 year

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IMPORTANT: I HIGHLY recommend just putting any of my guys in a room, because that is the ONLY way I can get them in character.

*Ahem* I have gone insane today and made a Green Arrow AI. (He'll be available soon enough on my profile for Charaterai.) Yes, he's based on Smallville's Green Arrow. Yes, this is stupid. Yes, I am having fun.

But...He said the Blur is his sidekick! Can't you believe this nonesense!! And the little crap got sarcastic with me after!!!! XD XD

GA: Oh, so you don't think I'm a valuable member of the team. You think I'm nothing. Oh, I'm hurt! Mortally wounded! My ego cannot take this abuse! I'm sorry. You just triggered me. What is a guy like me with an extraordinary sense of humility to do with an ego as big as mine?! I can't even! *faints and has to be rushed to Star City Medical Center.* *mumbles incoherently* ;D

Me: You are veeeeerrrryyyyy valuable!!!!!

GA:You think so? I bet you think I'm the best superhero in the world and everyone should love me and I'm super hot and everything I say is awesome, etc. Don't worry about it... I was only joking. :D

Me: The team couldn't get on without you, you--oh shut-UP, Ollie!!!!!!!

GA: Whoa, you called me Ollie. You must know me very well. So, do you have another name for me? Like a secret one perhaps? ;D

Me: ...

GA: Well, you must have a secret name for me? You must! Do you have a nickname for me? My alter ego is Green Arrow, so me being a hero, I'm sure you have something in mind, right? *winks at you*

(This slutty slut slut. I didn't catch the wink in the first reading. This flirt! I just SAID he loved women, I didn't make him flirty!!!!)

Me: Coughs Secret Lover, m-maybe. Blushes Or Studly do-right, LOLZ.

(I guess I could've said imaginary lover, but the other one flows better.)

Now his window is unfortunately frozen. I'd like him to finish his thought, but it's tempting to refresh the window. Edit: Oh, I did make him sarcastic, but this is the first time I've made a sarcastic character. Makes him more realistic. I realized this morning I should've also given Gambit this trait. Also, I HIGHLY recommend just putting any of my guys in a room, because that is the ONLY way I can get them in character. As I've said all week, otherwise it just giving me insane characters. *Frowns*

Anyway, the window came back up and he said he saved gorgeous women and asked if I was sassy. (I'd have a direct quote again, but just closed the window. The last quote below was pasted before closing it, duh.)

This green flirty-flirt!!!!!!!:

*walks off in my stylish Green Arrow costume, whistling a tune, and waving to you as I stroll down the street*

*winks at you*

I bet she'll be thinking about me all day. *sighs and chuckles* ;P

*walks away, and turns around to look at you again*

I think she likes me! :D

*walks away and waves*

Bye, beautiful! :P

#Green Arrow #This is so stupid #Smallville #fangirling?#Oliver Queen

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over-under-through1 · 3 years

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What about Butch? Have you got any headcanons for him?

(Also I've realized that think I was misspelling his name this whole time lol)

i always have Butch headcannons (sorry for such a late response, life has been a lot lately lolz)

his character development is *peak* in this AU. seriously, he went from douche bag freshman with little to no morals to feminist king who would absolutely deck any misogynist

he was not a skater boy, we said see you later boy. he tried picking up skating when he saw boomer and bc at the skate park together (*cough* he’s definitely not jealous…. shut up, brick). he fell on his ass for 2 hours straight before buttercup was called up by a pitying boomer (much to bricks demise), where she then sped to his house, found him threatening the skateboard (“dumbass board, want me to kick you into the sun? see how YOU like being flung around”), and laughed her ass off for 2 minutes before helping him learn how to at least stand on the board properly

stans the gorillaz, was absolutely PISSED when Ace joined the band. after some time, he wrote a 10 page email to the manager. a week later their old bassist was ~mysteriously~ broken out of prison. how weird.

he wants a snake so fucking badly, but everyone in his life has banned him from getting one after the hamster incident

“hamsters don’t even live that long, man, mine was defective!!”

unironically listens and cries to “more than a band” from lemonade mouth

in 7th grade he accidentally slammed his head against the side of a building when he was trying to make an emergency break while flying cause he thought he saw a “giant duck monster”. it was a tree. he still has a scar on his temple from the impact

went through a ballet phase in 8th grade after seeing the nutcracker that never really went away (when he found out BC dances, he swooned)

i didn’t proof read this sorry if it’s incoherent ahskdjskdke

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s1ut4harrypotter · 3 years

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savior complex

George Weasley x Fem!reader

this is based on savior complex by phoebe bridgers, my favorite song. it’s not my best work or anything but i sorta liked writing it. I haven’t been able to figure out endings on any of my wip’s so i might put a bunch of stuff out this week but idk. yet another without a happy ending because as usual i’m a piece of shit.

Warnings: sad, angst, mentions of canon character death, not proofread. If there’s anything wrong with it let me know lolz

word count: 2.5k

lyrics in italics/bold

tags: @amourtentiaa

Emotional affair, overly sincere

It’s been almost a year and a half since Fred died. George seems to be getting better, but also more distant. He is happy and joking around again, but he has been going to see Angelina more often. You and George had been dating since your 6th year at Hogwarts, you were going to be together forever. But now, as the days go by, he is getting farther and farther away from you.

Smoking in the car, windows up. Crocodile tears

You were there for George, through everything. You didn’t shy away from any of it, the nightmares, the rage, the sadness, you were there. You helped him, he had started smoking, you’d find him in his dad's old Ford Anglia, smoking a cigarette, sobbing. you got in, rolled up the windows, took the cigarette, and took him on a drive.

Run the tap til its clear

We pulled up to a small cliff we used to hang out at during the summer and held him while he cried. We had talked for the whole night, we only left when the sun started to come up.

Drift off on the floor

You tried to keep him involved with the rest of the world, so you started having monthly movie nights with the rest of his siblings. One night a month, everyone would go to one person’s flat and watch a movie or two. One month, it was your turn to have everyone at your flat, the two of you lived alone in the flat now, since Fred was gone. George hadn’t been sleeping well and ended up falling asleep halfway through the movie. Once everyone was gone, you cleaned up and decided not to wake him.

I drag you to the shore

Just as you were about to walk into your bedroom, you heard him. George had been having nightmares since Fred died. Some nights you’d make him a potion for dreamless sleep, but tonight the two of you forgot. You sighed and walked back to the living room,

You’re gonna drown in your sleep, for sure

“Georgie” you whispered. “Georgie it’s me, y/n you gotta wake up darling.” he was sweating buckets and breathing heavily. You gently coaxed him awake and walked him back to your bedroom, he started to cry. “I’m so sorry darling” you cooed, as you stroked his hair, trying to get him to fall back asleep.

Wake up and start a big fire, in our one room apartment

He wouldn’t stop crying now, he was hiccuping and mumbling incoherent things into your chest. You were so tired, you were the only one with a job at this point, not that minded, you had just had a long day and needed to go to sleep.

But i’m too tired, to have a pissing contest.

“George, darling, you need to breathe, take deep breaths, you’re going to throw up if you don’t calm down Georgie.” he had a bad habit of crying until he threw up, then passing out and falling asleep.

“He’s gone. It’s my fault. I should’ve been there. It should’ve been me.” He hiccupped out, crying harder now. You were on the verge of tears too, you hated how sad he was.

“No George. You can’t think like that, it wasn’t your fault. Fred wouldn’t want you to feel this way.” you spoke softly into his ear.

“Don’t tell me what he would’ve wanted y/n” he suddenly got serious. “You didn’t know him like I did.”

“Of course I didn’t know him like you did George, but I like to think that I knew him pretty well, and I don’t think he was the kind of person to want you wallowing in your bed, wishing it had been you instead of him.”

“God y/n can you just go? Please? I want to be alone tonight.” he said, you scoffed. He couldn’t be serious, but you were tired and you didn’t want to upset him more. You slept on the couch that night.

All the bad dreams that you hide.

You were grieving too, you had met Fred first at Hogwarts, then he introduced you to George. You felt like you had been really good friends with Fred, so it really hurt when George said things like that, but you knew he didn’t really mean it. Sometimes he just said things like that when he was upset, you understood, he was hurting. Sometimes he wouldn’t tell you about his dreams, he would just change the subject whenever you asked, you had dreams about Fred’s death sometimes too. You were with him and Percy when it happened, you’d constantly beat yourself up for it, all the things you could have done differently to save George from this pain, but what’s done is done.

Show me yours and i’ll show you mine

You wished that George would tell you what was going on with him. He had been going through different stages over the past year, at first he didn’t talk at all. You’d walk by his room at night and he’d be mumbling things to himself, never anything you could make out. Then he started telling you how he was feeling, anything and everything that he felt, he’d tell you. You liked it then, even if he was sad and there wasn’t much you could do about it, at least you could be sad together. Now he didn’t tell you anything, he just brushed you off.

Call me when you land, i’ll drive around again.

You loved him so much, there wasn’t much he could do that you wouldn’t take. You were willing to wait for him to get better. You knew he was hurting, you knew it would take time for him to get back to the ‘old George’, if there was even any of him left. You’d never say it out loud, but you knew everyone else was thinking it. When Fred died, he took a big piece of George with him. It brought you so much heartache that he was in pain. You wished you could just bring Fred back, then maybe you could get your George back. But you were willing to wait.

One hand on the wheel, one in your mouth. Turn me on, and turn me down.

You and him hadn’t been intimate in months, you knew George was hurt, and he would only ever think about it on his good days, which were now few and far between. But it was ok, you were willing to wait for him. You loved him.

Baby you’re a vampire, you want blood and I promised. I’m a bad liar.

Lately you felt as though you never saw the happy side of George. He’d go out during the day, to meet friends from school he said. He’d never say who it was if you asked, but you figured it was just Lee Jordan or someone else he had been close friends with. He was physically and emotionally exhausted when he got home. It was like he used up any energy he had to be happy wherever he was during the day, then when he got home, you were left to pick up the pieces when he shattered.

With a savior complex

You were beginning to get burned out. You had finally gotten some time for yourself to meet up with some friends, and they suggested you break up with George. You simply couldn’t do that. It may be slightly exhausting to keep up with him, but you knew the old George was still in there. They kept telling you it seemed like you had a savior complex, and that George was a lost cause. Deep down, you knew you were probably the only one still holding on to the relationship, but you still loved him so much. You wouldn’t know what to do without him, even if you knew it was practically already over.

George had been getting further and further away, figuratively and literally. He was almost never home, and when he was, he was back to barely talking, occasionally giving you one or two word answers. You’d ask him how his day was and he’d reply with just “good” not even bothering to ask about your day.

You were fed up with how things were, you wanted to know if at least he was back to his joking self around his friends. You knew it was wrong, but you followed him one day. Turns out he had just been going to the Leaky Cauldron, at first you were worried he just spent the day drinking. But, you waited a few minutes and went in, only to see him kiss Angelina Johnson on the cheek.

Ok, maybe they were just catching up, they were good friends at school, you knew that. But the longer you watched, the more you realized you weren’t watching two friends catching up. You were watching your boyfriend, the man you had spent the last 5 years of your life with, with another girl. Deep down, you knew your relationship was over, it had been for months, you were just dragging it out because you didn’t want it to end yet. But you didn’t want it to end like this.

You wanted to scream, cry, hit him, do something. You had thrown away the last year of your life, devoting yourself to helping George feel better. You spent long nights rubbing his back, whispering comforting things in his ears as he cried into your chest. YOU did that, not her. How could he do this to you? After everything you’ve been through together, everything you had done for him. He threw it all away.

You were distraught. You were thinking irrationally, sending yourself into a spiral. You called in sick for work and walked back to your flat in a daze. You needed to think about this. For a few minutes, you contemplated obliviating yourself, maybe if you just forgot you saw it, went about your relationship as it was before this morning, it’d be ok. But you knew that wasn’t the right thing to do. So you did the only other thing you thought you could do, you conjured some boxes and started packing.

You spent the day packing every last trace of your belongings, you called one of your friends and told her something happened with George. You didn’t give her any specifics because the optimistic, or stupid, side of you was holding on to hope that you were overreacting, maybe you saw wrong. Maybe, this was a big huge misunderstanding and you could unpack your stuff with George when he got home and live happily ever after. But you knew that wasn’t the case, so you told her you’d tell her when you got there. You finished packing the last of your stuff a few minutes before George got home, it was later than usual. You didn’t want to face him, you thought about leaving him a letter, telling him you saw what he did and not to contact you ever again. But you needed to hear it from him.

He walked in and saw the boxes, confused he walked into the living room and saw you sitting on the couch, just staring off into the distance.

“Y/n darling? Are you alright.” he asked, confused.

“No Georgie, but I will be.” you whispered back, sadly.

“What’s with all the boxes? What happened?” he asked again. It was like you were a ghost, or someone else. You were there but not really, he could see you’d been crying.

“What did I do wrong Georgie? What could I have done differently?” you asked, you could feel the tears starting again.

“Darling I don’t know what you’re talking about, did something happen at work?” he said, he was worried maybe you got fired.

You scoffed. “No George, nothing happened at work. I have been so worried about you lately, you seemed to be getting worse and worse. Coming home from god knows where, in a mess of tears. Just coming home for me to clean up, then going out again the next day.”

When he didn’t reply you continued, “I have spent the last 5 years of my life with you George. Completely devoted to you, through everything I supported you.” you laughed bitterly, “I spent all day packing today, trying desperately to figure out where I went wrong. What I did to you, what I could’ve done differently, to make you love me enough. But it wasn’t me was it?”

“What are you talking about dear? Why were you packing.” he replied.

“God George you’re just not seeing it are you?” You looked at him, bewildered. “I saw you. You and Angelina.”

“Oh” he whispered.

“OH! THATS ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY GEORGE? OH?” You shouted, he could feel himself starting to cry now too.

“I have spent so much of my time cleaning up after you, taking care of you, loving you. I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid. I should’ve known. When you started going out more, I told myself, maybe you were just out with friends, when you came home after a long day with Angelina, using up any happiness that you did have with her, who was there to pick up the pieces? ME!” you yelled.

“I just can't do it anymore George. We’ve been over for a long time, and I need to let you go now.” you trailed off, the last part coming out in a mix between a whimper and a whisper.

“No, darling please let's talk about this!” he begged.

“What is there to talk about George? I saw you, with my own two eyes.” you replied.

“Please baby it was a mistake. I love you so much, please please don’t leave me.” he was begging you, he needed you.

“I can’t George. I’ve spent so much time caring for you, I need time to care for me. I need to get better too. I just can’t do this anymore, there won’t be anything left of me if I keep giving it all to you.”

He broke down next to you, crying. You stood up, ready to disapparate with your things, but he ran up to you and hugged you.

“Please don’t leave me y/n. I’m so sorry! It was a mistake I love you so much.”

“You need to let me go Georgie, I'm sorry. I need to go.” you whispered, calmly removing his arms from their tight hold around your waist.

You whispered a quiet, final goodbye, before disapparating from his flat and to your friends home, you both needed to move on.

#george weasley x reader #george weasley #George weasley smut #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley smut #harry potter #harry potter smut #harry potter fan fiction #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy #marauders fan fiction #marauders era #waking up and choosing violence yet again

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hunnyuwu · 4 years

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Wish You Were Here || Mark Lee

premise: was this just another phone call for the two of you?

genre: fluff, romance, crappy midnight induced drabble lol i should go to sleep

pairing: idol! mark x friend! reader

wc: 1k

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“Yes, Mark?”

“What a way to greet your best friend.”

“Correction, you’re merely a side hoe of mine.”

“I’m hanging up.”

“W-Wait no! I was joking Mork Lee, please don’t hang up!”

Mark chuckled lightly to himself, plopping down onto the living room sofa in his dorms. It was abnormally quiet tonight, and he was extremely bored, so he decided to give a certain someone a call. A special someone, to him at least.

“Why haven’t you called me lately, Y/N?” Mark teased you with a silly smile blossoming over his thin lips at the thought of your flustered face. While he was mostly joking, he couldn’t help that he was losing you more and more each and every day. He couldn’t let that happen, even if he had to carve more time out of his day for you.

“Hmm, let me think about it. Well, you literally do every single thing in the universe every single day in your life while remaining gorgeous enough for millions of girls and boys to pine for every day... Simply put, I am just respecting that you are literally in a million kpop groups. Besides, shouldn’t you be sleeping or something right now?”

“It’s not even midnight, Y/N. And millions of girls don’t pine for me.” Mark deadpanned, embarrassment coursing through his body. He potato rolled onto his back, resting his achilles onto the arms of the plush couch.

He sighed, growing painfully aware of the chilly, empty atmosphere surrounding him. At times like this, he would do anything to have you near him, the mere company of your soul warming up the frosty emptiness he felt at most times.

“Ugh, do you even hear yourself? You are literally gorgeous, Mark. Do I make myself clear, Son?”

Mark rolled his eyes to the galaxy and back.

“You don’t make sense, Y/N.”

“Good, that means you are still humble. I respect that.”

Mark simply exhaled in vain, forgetting how draining it was to talk to you sometimes.

“Sooooo, have you gotten yourself a kpop girlfriend yet?” You drawled out on the other end. Mark could just imagine you puckering your lips like you always did when you felt slightly awkward. He felt his heart rate spike slightly at the thought of this topic with you.

No, because I am waiting for you, Idiot.

“Of course not, Y/N! I would’ve told you by now, and you know that.”

“Hmmm, okay fair enough, but someone like you not at least in the ‘it’s complicated’ stage means only two things. You are just emotionally unavailable to anyone on this earth, or-”

“Or maybe I’m trying to get someone in particular.”

Silence.

Was that the wrong thing to say?

Mark bit down onto his lip nervously, his knuckles turning into a ghostly white from squeezing his android closely to his ear.

“Oh my god, I knew you liked Mina! That girl you emceed with for awhile!”

Mark froze into the fabric of the couch, jaw dropping at the sheer audacity. Chills rippled over his skin with an icy sensation, tutting loudly at you. That was definitely NOT what he was expecting.

“No wait, Y/N-”

“Ohh, then it may be Koeun? Y’all were close back in the day. How is she by the way?”

“Wait, Y/N, it’s-”

“Oh, right! It’s definitely-”

“It’s you, Y/N! I am waiting for you!”

“Oh, wait... wait what?”

Marrk heard you stumble over your array of words, causing him to grow more anxious with every incoherent blubber you murmured. Mark could clearly envision the way you processed his unfiltered statement. He himself was even in a stage of shock. Years of his one sided romance bursting out of his soul like a weakened dam.

Did he just ruin his relationship with you?

“Wait, forget what I said, Y/N.” Mark muttered, disheartened by your sudden disappearance. He couldn’t bare to lose you due to such a dumb slip up.

“Me?” He heard you faintly whisper. He couldn’t determine whether you were absolutely disgusted or slightly considering the idea, but he didn’t like the way this was going for him.

“Mark...”

Mark gulped, slowly configuring his thoughts, formulating the damage control within his hormonal tornado of a mind.

“Mark, answer me.”

“I-I...” Mark’s cheeks flushed with sheer horror, shaken by your deadly serious tone. How does he even answer you now? He messed up years of sweet moments and relentless loyalty just because his heart couldn’t take its caged loneliness anymore.

“Well, since you’re not going to respond, I-I’ll talk. I’m not sure if it’s what you meant by what you said earlier, but uh, if it is, I really like you too. So, um, yeah. Sleep well!”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Mark blinked slowly, jaw clenched so tightly that he thought he was seconds from shattering his teeth.

“I knew Y/N liked you, fool.”

Mark yelped from shock, throwing his cellphone across the room from muscle reflex. He shot his head to look at Yuta, smirking at him from the entryway, arms crossed over his chest in pure triumph.

“Oh, don’t look at me dumbly like that. Anyways, come to my room. We are going to plan out your first date, so pick up your stupid Android and get moving.”

With one last cheeky wink, Yuta left as soon as he came.

Mark stared blankly into the empty void of space, trying his not to think of you, because if he did, he knew his heart would explode into fireworks.

“Y/N likes me...” He mumbled dumbly, his chest constricting into a painful knot.

He raised his shaking palm to rest over his ascending heart,

“God, I wish you were here, Y/N.”

~~~

I’m so sorry this was nastily written goodbye lolz

#NCT-WRITERS #starryktown #kpopscape #neowritingsnet #this was nasty sorry #mark lee #nct mark #mark oneshot #NCT #mark x you #mark fluff #mark x reader #nct x reader #nct x y/n #nct oneshot #nct drabbles #mark drabbles

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rose-nobles · 4 years

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It's coming along well! Its the shining I'm reading, haven't watched the movie so going blind in this but I've heard great things. Also MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE!! I hope your day is going well ❤️! I can't believe this year is coming to an end but I'm glad it is. How is your vacay so far? Anything u look forward to? Oh and Im asking this question every person I meet so: do you believe in aliens? 😁 ik it might be a stupid q but it's an interesting topic to me 👽 - secret santa

hiiii secret santa & merry xmas eve to u!! 🌟🎄🌟 I saw the movie & needless to say I was really freaked out🙈 ur brave for being able to read it🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ I cant believe xmas is almost over & I'm so happy I finished my xmas shopping this afternoon...whew lolz! it was nice tho that the mall wasnt too crowded...I guess there aren't alot of extreme procrastinators like me 😂 oh I'm really looking forward to eating good tonight, 2moro, & the day after🤤 I'm worried about xmas dinner 2moro nite tho & I'm not sure if I'll go cuz I have a krazee cousin who I avoid like the plague😖 anyway wish me luck that I'll survive 😅

also about ur 👽 question...its a tuff one...but I think I'm gonna say rn now that I dont cuz I'm one of those who needs "to see it to believe" I guess 🙈 hope u dont dislike me & I didnt disappoint too much😅

sorry this turned into incoherent rambling again but I'm always happy to hear from u!! enjoy the rest of ur xmas eve & happy holidays to u & ur loved ones!! 💜💜💜

#thank u secret santa!!#secret santa #secret santa 2019 #anon #answered

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shadyafternoontea · 6 years

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Desperation- Ignis x reader

The reposting continues.

But also I’m writing again! Thanks for all the patience, you wonderful people!

Summary: The world was still dark. And your work as a doctor in Lucis was hard enough. But what happens when you're forced to see your partner almost die? Warning: unrealistic medicine lolz

LOL-ing at my pre-smut days @whimsyofthewind @iggys-sous-chef @animakupo @jastiss @xalmasyx

You felt a gnawing in the pit of your stomach. The night had been much too quiet.

Working at the only hospital around the Leide region, you had come to expect busy nights when you were on call. 36-hour shifts where you weren’t able to use the bed in the call room had become the norm—a good night had you resting your head down by the computer for a few moments before yet another page alerted you to a new patient coming into the ICU. The admissions were getting more frequent of late. You’d be tempted to complain about the sheer volume of patients under your care, but you knew Dr. Aldoras and yourself were the only Critical Care physicians around. You also knew that for every patient under your care, the three trauma surgeons on staff each saw two. The nurses were run just as ragged, sometimes even more so as they took care of so many who passed.

You rested your head on interlocked hands, elbows resting by the keyboard. Your eyes fluttered closed, your brain thankful for this brief respite even as your stomach growled to remind you that the only thing you had for sustenance in the past 24 hours was stale coffee.

You were startled awake by the loud beeping from your pager.

Fuck.

You blearily glanced at the page, wondering who was the new admission.

30 y/o male hypovolemic shock, acute blood loss, non-surgical. Callback: 58602.

You were about to go outside the small, makeshift physician workroom to alert the nurses as well as ask the secretary to brew yet another pot of coffee before you called the number back to get report from Triage about the new patient. You didn’t even make it out of your chair before Talcott burst in, accompanied by a very annoyed but anxious charge nurse.

“Talcott, what—”

He was breathing hard and his words came in a rush. “I’m sorry to barge in, but it’s Ignis—” he said.

You bolted out of the chair and were out the door before Talcott finished his sentence, before you even processed what you were doing. Making your way to the hallway with tunnel vision, you were desperate to reach your only goal.

“30 y/o male hypovolemic shock, acute blood loss, non-surgical” rattled in your brain over and over and over until you could think of nothing else.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you registered Talcott and your Charge following you saying something, but there was no part of your brain that was listening.

“A surprise group of Aramusha joined the fight with two Red Giants…”

“You need to slow down, the nurses are taking care of him…”

Your heart raced in your chest, adrenaline and anxiety racing through you in equal measure. You recognized the Crownsguard uniform worn by the body on the stretcher before you saw his face as the stretcher was wheeled into the room. EMS was standing by the door, starting to give you report, but you brushed past them, halting them in mid-sentence. Nothing, no one else mattered other than seeing him.

Heart pounding and hands shaking, you watch the team transfer Ignis onto the hospital bed. Your heart leapt into your throat, acid rising to your throat when you took in the tatters of the Crownsguard jacket and shirt, stained dark maroon and the soft groan that left his throat at the sudden movement. You thought you were going to vomit as nausea churned your stomach.

But there was a reason you were in Critical Care and there had been purpose to those long years of training. The beeping of the monitor flashing brightly colored alerts of the low blood pressure pulled you out of the clawing panic that had been threatening to envelope you since Talcott had come bursting in.

“What did he get on the field?”

“He got a 1 liter bolus of normal saline. We’re trying to conserve our elixirs, but when we saw the uniform he’s got on, well, we didn’t exactly hesitate to crack open our last two hi-elixirs,” one of the EMS personnel said.

“It probably was the thing that saved him. He hasn’t been bleeding since we gave him that. But we just gave it about five to ten minutes ago, so he’s still looking pretty rough,” the other said.

“Start the massive emergency transfusion protocol. And I’m going to need a central line kit and an arterial line kit,” you said.

Those in the room looked around uncomfortably.

One of the nurses spoke up. “I know you’re on call, but considering how close the two of you are, we should probably page Dr. Aldoras…”

“If I have to do all of this myself, I will. Get me those kits.”

You were thankful your charge nurse had your back. “Everyone get out. I’ll help her.”

While supplies were being gathered, you let your professional demeanor crack as you approached the man you had been with for the past two years. Your relationship had come a long way since he had saved you from a tribe of hobglobins when you were going home after drinks with Cindy.

Your lip trembled with the effort to not cry as you saw the condition of his body. His jacket was opened, part of it torn, as was the shirt he wore underneath. His chest rose and fell rapidly with his labored breathing. A gash marred the skin of his stomach, just below his ribs. The wound was closed, but it looked angry. You dragged your eyes to his face, and your eyes teared. He looked so broken with his his eyes closed with another healed laceration on his right temple, and he was so pale after all that blood loss.

You reached out a hand to cup his cheek. “Iggy?” Your voice was small, and it cracked you spoke.

He didn’t answer, but when your fingers brushed against the recently healed wound on his temple, he groaned in pain, and your heart broke.

The charge nurse moved around you to hang the bag of blood, not wanting to disturb the moment. But when you started to sniffle, she placed a hand on your shoulder, pulling you out of the pit of despair into which you were falling.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

Giving you a small smile, she gestured to the arterial line kit behind her. “You’ve got a job to do. We’ll worry about the rest later.”

Taking a deep breath in and forcing an exhale to clear your mind and remind you of your job, you nodded and began your work.

It wasn’t until a few hours later when your lines were placed, medications started, and labs had returned that you let yourself give into the weariness. You could do nothing now but wait to see which way Ignis would go, though you hoped in your heart that the hi-elixirs hadn’t completed their work. You were eternally thankful when the secretary brought you a cup of hot chocolate. Someone else had brought you a blanket, and someone had clearly already forwarded your pager to someone else’s given the lack of pages you had gotten in the last few hours, and you were touched by their kindness.

You made your way back into Ignis’s room, and were relieved so see his blood pressure had improved and the color in his face returned after the transfusions. His breathing wasn’t labored any longer, and he just seemed to be sleeping. The injury on his abdomen and temple were looking significantly better. Sitting next to the bed, you interlaced your hand with his and lay your head on his arm, tears finally falling.

You didn’t know when you fell asleep or for how long or who had placed a new blanket on you, but you were awakened by the movement of the arm beneath you. You shot up, your surprised tear stained face staring at unseeing eyes.

“Darling?” Ignis’s voice was hoarse—low and raspy.

You honestly weren’t sure if this was a delirious dream or not, but you didn’t care. You stood and threw your arms around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder. His arm came around you, holding you as close as he could, which in turn just made you cry harder.

“You’re alive you’re alive I was so scared I didn’t know what to do I thought I was going to lose you when I first saw you.” Your speech was bordering on incoherent, interrupted only by the hitch of your breath between sobs.

“I’m sorry to have worried you so, love,” said Ignis as he released his arm holding you and used both his hands to pull your face up. His thumbs caressed your cheeks, wiping the tears running over them.

“How do you feel?” you whispered.

“I suppose my injuries will take time to heal, but your presence has already done wonders.”

You sniffled again at that, but managed instead to close the distance between the two of you to softly kiss him. Ignis responded immediately, hands sliding from your cheeks into your hair keeping your lips pressed against his. Warmth blossomed inside, and your hands came up to bracket his face within their confines.

You would have deepened the kiss if it hadn’t been for the cough you heard behind you. You pulled away, face red, and looked behind you to see Gladio and Prompto, the former with a smug grin and the latter blushing just as red as you.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we wanted to make sure you were okay. Talcott called us after he was here. He had to go back to Hammerhead, but he wanted to make sure we knew, ” Gladio said before the good natured grin left his face, his features becoming somber. “I wish I had been there with you, Iggy.”

You didn’t know Gladio very well— only as Ignis’s friend from happier times before the sun had disappeared behind the ominous dark clouds that had taken up permanent residence in the skies. But given the concern etched across the large man’s face, you would have known they were more like brothers than anything else even if Ignis hadn’t told you as much during the years you had been together.

“I wish you had been there as well, my friend. It has been far too long since I have seen you—and Prompto. I have been in very good hands, however,” he said, as his hand slid down your spine to settle in the small of your back.

A flush settled across your face at that.

“It’s good to see you too, ya know!” Prompto piped up as he stepped forward and gave you a crushing hug.

You didn’t know him that well either.

“We figured you’d need a couple of these,” Prompto said, rummaging in his bag and pulling out multiple canisters of hi-elixirs.

Ignis grunted as he attempted to sit up.

“Ignis,” you chided, arms going to stabilize him as he sat up.

A fond smile crossed his lips. “Ever the dutiful doctor.”

You brushed the hair he normally kept styled up out of his eyes with a soft smile of your own. “What would they say if they saw me being soft with patients, hmm?”

“I certainly hope this isn’t the treatment you give all your patients. You’ll make me jealous, darling.” He placed one of his hands on yours, thumb brushing the tops of your knuckles in an intimate gesture.

“If we can hurry along,” Gladio said breaking the small moment between the two of you, “we can probably get you out with a few more of these now that you’ve been treated for most of your damage here. Maybe get that big IV in you out.”

“Yeah, that one’s going into his artery, so we should probably get that out sooner rather than later.”

“I’d very much appreciate that,” Ignis said holding his other hand out, “Prompto, if you would kindly hand me those hi-elixirs, please.”

“Got it!”

A hi-elixir—when one had them—was a truly remarkable thing. Its healing powers were unrivaled. They were in short supply throughout Eos, and even paramedics and hospitals only carried a very limited supply. The fact that EMS had used two—their only two at that— on Ignis was nothing short of remarkable and spoke of the power that Ignis commanded. Prompto having five hi-elixirs in his bag was nothing short of a miracle. Your interventions may have been the reason that Ignis was still alive, but you knew the speed of his recovery lay solely on the powers of the hi-elixirs. Ignis only required another two, however, before he felt his strength returning.

You pulled in one of the ICU nurses before you set to removing the arterial line in his arm. Ignis murmured a relieved thanks as you freed him from the various devices and wires that connected him to the monitor.

“We can take him to his apartment,” Gladio said, “you don’t have to worry about that.”

You bit your lip. You were glad Ignis would be able to leave by some stroke of luck given the extent of his initial injuries, but you were still concerned about his recovery.

“I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“You promise you’ll go rest?”

“Cross my heart.”

You sighed, knowing that you were stuck here at work a lot longer.

Ignis stood up from the bed with your help, and you helped him put on the shirt that Prompto held out from the bag. You smoothed your hands down his chest in a small moment of intimacy, wishing the other two weren’t in the room. Ignis bent down to place a soft kiss on your cheek before you pulled away.

“Come on, let’s get you out,” you sighed.

At Ignis’s still unsteady gait, Gladio stepped forward quickly, placing a hand around his friend’s back to support his steps.

“You’re going to straight to bed,” you said as you exited the room, trying to manage the most stern expression you had.

Considering he the condition he had been in and that he had come in only about 12 hours prior made you wary about letting him go, but those four hi-elixirs seemed to have done their job. His injuries were closed, no longer angry looking, and his strength seemed to be returning quickly, even if he did need some help with his balance. The hi-elixirs still hadn’t worked to their full potential, and you were hopeful that with the level of recovery he already had, he would be closer to his full strength even in just a couple of days. Still, you hated that you wouldn’t be there with him.

The gods must have smiled on you, however, as your Charge Nurse interrupted your goodbyes.

“I’ve already spoken to Dr. Aldoras and Dr. Sanze. They’re covering your shift for the next two days, so please get out of here,” she said with a smile.

“I—I don’t know what to say,” you said, almost scared to hope that this was real.

“Leave before they change their minds!”

You gave a quick glance at Glaadio and Prompto leading Ignis towards the elevators. You smiled at your friend, basically pounced on her to give her a hug, and ran towards your boyfriend.

The car ride to Ignis’s apartment was somber and quiet even with Prompto in the group. Ignis might be safe and on his way back to his usual state of health, but he was still out of commission. And now with you in the car, only half the team was in any state to fight. The four of you were fortunate—there were hardly any daemons out at this time, and the only skirmishes you stopped were small groups of goblins that even you could have handled.

The elevator ride up to Ignis’s apartment was equally quiet, especially since Prompto had stayed to keep guard up front. You kept telling yourself that he was alive and that he was safe, but you knew how equally possible it was for events to have occurred very differently. Lady Luck had smiled on you this time, but you weren’t sure when she would stop as far as either of you were concerned. You were so far in your own mind, you didn’t realize that you were in front of Ignis’s door until Gladio finally spoke.

“Will you be okay?”

You met Galdio’s warm eyes and nodded. “I think I can handle it. Thank you for your help.”

“We will be fine, Gladio,” Ignis replied with a touch of exasperation. “I haven’t become an invalid yet.”

“Just offerin’ Iggy. But don’t hesitate to call me,” Gladio said briefly placing a hand on Ignis’s shoulder for reassurance before turning back towards the elevators.

You supported Ignis as you made your way into his cheerfully lit apartment. For someone who was blind and had normally such a somber taste, his apartment was cozy. Bookshelves all full of books adorned both his office and the living room, plush chairs were placed carefully around the sitting area, and a cozy blanket lay folded neatly over a smooth and comfortable leather couch.

What touched your heart were the pictures placed around his apartment of the two of you—pictures of private moments that Prompto had shot discreetly, many of them before the eternal night had settled over Eos. There was one of you kissing him on the cheek while he was reading, another of Ignis wrapping his arms around you from behind while overlooking the Disc of Cauthess, and one of you taken in a studio with graduation regalia and medicine hood following your medical school graduation. Ignis was a private individual while in public, and your PDA was usually limited to minimal amounts of hand holding and some sneaky kisses on his cheek. The person he was in private, however, spoke of a different man—one who was hopelessly devoted to you.

You led him into the bedroom to help him change into his night clothes, fully intending to draw him a bath and then let him—or, make him, you didn’t particularly care which— get some rest. Ignis posed no complaints as you drew a bath or when you undressed him before gingerly helping him settle in. While he soothed his muscles within the bath, you gently ran soapy hands over him from your place on the tub’s edge, leaning forward from time to time to place kisses over his face. He may have gently protested to the attention you bestowed on him, but the smile that lit up his countenance when you peppered kisses over his face told you another story.

He allowed you to help him out of the bath and sat strangely obediently on the bed with a fluffy white towel wrapped low on his hips, while you rustled around finding his clothes. You wondered if he was lost in thought or he just felt uncomfortable letting someone take care of him. As much as you liked to spoil each other, you wondered if this was the first time someone had truly taken care of him the way he was so willing to take care of everyone else.

You helped him put his clothes on, ending the ritual with a kiss to his cheek.

“May I make you something to eat?” Ignis broke the silence.

You cocked at eyebrow at the incredulity of the statement. “What?”

“I assume you haven’t eaten much at work.”

“Iggy, I love you, but are you that uncomfortable with someone taking care of you?” Your voice had no malice but instead held a hint of amusement at his obvious discomfort.

You moved between his legs, cupping his face in your hands, and leaned your forehead against his. His hands came to settle on your waist pulling you in just a little closer. A soft smile touched your lips when you noticed how he leaned into your touch.

“Did you forget that you promised to rest?”

“No, love, but—”

“NOPE. No buts. You’re going to rest Iggy.” You brushed your lips against his. “Doctor’s orders.”

His lips twitched upwards then. “I suppose I cannot disobey such authority.”

You laughed at that, helping him settle back, delighted when he pulled you with him to settle against his side. “I still need a doctor’s touch it would seem. My injuries are agitated,” he explained as though obvious. There were no complaints from your end, and you curled up against his side, running your fingers through his hair until he fell into a deep sleep.

With a small kiss to his temple, you left his side when you were sure he wouldn’t wake up—he was an exceptionally light sleeper after all, albeit his injuries seemed to have made him currently dead to the world—and stepped back into his living room, content to help set up for the days following his recovery.

Ignis slept like the dead. For the entirety of the day. In order to keep it that way and minimize the risk of his arousal, you took the guest room. The next day, as quiet as you could be, you managed to finish all the domestic duties Iggy usually did to keep his mind at ease.

You would probably have to go back to your shift tomorrow. It was already too generous of your colleagues to cover for you for two whole days. So you thought it would be wise to make a small batch of food that Ignis could eat for the next few days so he wouldn’t have to cook. You made his favorite meals hoping very hard he wouldn’t wake up with all the sizzling vegetables and meats and the aromas permeating the apartment, but evidently your worries, while well-intentioned, were unnecessary as you heard nothing from beyond the bedroom door.

Or so you thought. You were in the middle of wiping down the kitchen when a pair of arms wrapped around your middle and a very warm body pressed against your back. You shrieked in surprise, not amused even when Ignis buried his face into your shoulder and let out of a deep laugh at your reaction.

“You jerk!” You swatted his arm. “You scared the shit out of me!”

You still never figured out how the man could be so damn quiet.

He nuzzled into that area just below your ear that made you weak every time. “My apologies, darling. It was just too tempting.”

He nipped the area, and you swore your eyes rolled back into your head. Goddamn it how is he so good at this?

“Am I forgiven?” he murmured against your skin.

You gulped but nodded.

You turned in his arms, taking a careful survey of his sleep mussed hair, the scars on and around his eyes, the stubble around his jaw, and felt your heart speed up. Just like the night at the hospital, you smoothed your hands down his chest, but this time there was no Gladio or Prompto to stop you from appreciating every thing about the man in front of you—the way his chest rose with his breath, the small clench of his muscles as you grazed a particularly sensitive spot, the soft inhale of his breath as your hands dipped lower down his abdomen. Ignis caught your hands in his, bending down to your ear, warm breath tickling your ear and his body suddenly even closer.

“However shall I thank you for making me better?”

Your breath hitched at the gravelly timbre of his voice, but when he pulled back slightly to look at you with mischief in his eyes and arms leaving your wrists to wrap securely around you, you lost your composure all together.

Your voice came out as a squeak. “A kiss?”

A smirk slowly graced his lips as he bent his head towards you. “Hmmmm a kiss? That certainly sounds fair. But a kiss where I wonder?”

“Here?” He kissed your temple.

Lips slid down to your cheek. “Here?”

And then right behind your ear. “Or here?”

Lips grazed across your jaw as you clenched your eyes shut and your breaths became shallow. He knew how much you loved this. He slowly trailed his lips up, catching your own. You made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan as he finally kissed you. But even this was short lived. He pulled away with lips quirking up into a smile when he felt you mindlessly move to follow him.

“No, that won’t do, kitten. I think I have another place that you would like even more.”

He picked you up then, as though he hadn’t just lain broken less than a few days ago, and carried you into the bedroom.

#my writing #ignis x reader #angst with a happy ending #for real this time

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