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dreadsuitsamus · 6 months

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Teacher's Night Out | Satoru Gojo x Reader |

author's note: i just imagined a silly lil night like this with him haha he honestly would be so much fun for sooooo many shenanigans

pairing: satoru gojo x fem!reader

warnings: au verse, gojo and reader are college professors, small mention of nsfw topics but nothing remotely explicit, looooootsa kissing

"Your movie is in theater five. Enjoy!" The teen attendant smiles, pointing your way to the left of the crossroad of the theaters.

Satoru grins and leads the way, practically dragging you down the hall. It takes all of your coordination skills just to stay on your feet as the overexuberance from Satoru threatens to remove your arm from its socket. "Why are you so eager?? This movie is supposed to be really bad!"

"You answered your own question." Satoru looks back at you for a wink and pretty smile, tugging you closer to his body as he urges you into the darkened theater that's already playing the previews. "You never have quite as much fun watching good movies as you do making fun of bad ones!"

Letting slip a quiet laugh, your earrings gently knock against your cheek as you shake your head at such an intention. It's not shocking, not one bit, to think Satoru would genuinely rather watch a terrible movie than any other, though roping you into it was something you foolishly didn't expect. It was meant to be an after work thing, nothing more than colleagues spending some time together outside the confines of the time clock, but with the way nobody else showed up and Satoru wasted not even a minute waiting for your other work friends, not to mention how touchy he’s being, the inkling that Satoru is up to something starts nagging a bit more.

The fact that you don't mind is awfully telling to both you and him.

Satoru quickly ushers you both to your seats, the theater so laughably empty that, even though you're a bit late, you can still get the absolute best seats in the house. He slips a few boxes of candy from his pockets, offering them up to you like cards. "Pick any! Except the Sour Patch Kids." Those long fingers swiftly pluck the box from your selection, and you laugh and take another.

"I appreciate you sneaking in candy, but I'm gonna go get a drink from-"

"I'll do it!! Keep my seat safe!" With that, Satoru is quite literally leaping across the rows of seats to the exit, and you can only stare in awe.

He's truly an idiot, and somehow the most decorated professor at the college you're both employed at. It's said by nearly every student he's had how they simultaneously regretted and did not regret taking his class. The curiosity alone makes you wish you could experience the teachings of Gojo Satoru for yourself, though knowing him on the other side of the desk is much more ideal.

It isn't long before your colleague returns, two large sodas in hand that have your brows practically rising to your hairline. “Jeez, Satoru, there's no way I could even dream of finishing this!”

“And these are the medium cups! I was this close to ordering large, just to see how much of my hand and forearm would fit.” He places his drink in the cupholder to his left as you set yours to the one on your right, the one between you left to house the little boxes of contraband he's snuck in. Satoru quickly swaps glasses, leaving the more tinted ones in their case as he opts for his regular frames, not that he plans to actually watch the movie— he's already seen this dumpster fire of a film, and it wasn't even fun to make fun of!

Your gaze flicks to the large screen, briefly wondering just how many previews for much better movies, and maybe much worse, you'll have to see before what you paid for starts to play. Satoru’s slender fingers brush your jaw, gently urging you to look back at him instead. His brilliantly bright blue eyes look at you in earnest, a little smile on his lips as he chews a gummy. “I'm glad you came to see this with me.”

“Of course, Satoru. Especially since the rest of the 'invitees' didn't show.” Your voice is dripping with suspicion, lips curving and a giggle following at the completely unabashed look on his face.

“Guess that cat's out of the bag. But come on! Can you imagine Nanami at the movie theater?! What a bore!”

Another laugh bubbles up despite your best efforts to stay somewhat hushed up. There are a few strays here, after all, and you'd hate to end up in someone's viral Twitter posting for being rude in a movie theater. “Satoru! Kento is a fine man; he can be more relaxed than you give him credit for.”

“Oh?” Satoru’s brow raises and he leans in closer, as if to whisper conspiracy in the dead of the night, his nose nearly tapping the tip of yours. “Have you and Nanami been spending extracurricular time together?”

“You do know we run the creative writing club together, don't you?”

“Literature nerds.” Satoru snorts, his breath fanning across your skin. “What kind of smutty, filthy things does he write, hmmm?”

“Gojo!” You scold, plucking his chest and just barely being able to keep your heart from pumping out of your chest with his awfully close proximity. Boundaries have always been a tad wavy with Satoru, personal space becoming less personal whenever he's around, but he's never quite… unabashedly close to your lips with his own.

“What?? Fine, fine. Keep his secrets! I’d rather hear about what you write anyway. That's the fun stuff.” Satoru leans in closer, his soft, pink lips a mere hair’s breadth from yours— half of an exhale and they'll be touching.

“Come to this Friday's meet then.” Your whisper isn't out of consideration for any other attendees of the movie, as the lights are drawn down and it's begun to play now. “We're doing poetry this week.”

“I can think of far better ways to spend a Friday night.” Satoru lowers his own voice to a murmur. “How about we have our own little meet, you and me?”

“Isn't that what this is?”

“What, you can't make a little more time for me?” Satoru pouts pathetically and you begin to suspect that he can cry on command after seeing how sad his eyes seem.

“I’m a busy woman, Satoru. You know the life of a college professor.” Your tongue darts out over your lips, tasting the vanilla cupcake flavored gloss you slid on tonight.

“So let's make the most of this time then.” Satoru's knuckle taps your chin up and then he's pressing his lips to yours. It's a gentle kiss, an ultimate test of your boundaries, but one he's confident will go his way. He notices the little things about you, the way you linger for him at the end of the day, just to walk to the parking lot together. You have his Starbucks order memorized, make him delicious sweets all the time and do plenty of other soft gestures that make his heart beat.

Warmth floods your face at Satoru's kiss— never in your life did you think things would get to this point between the two of you. All that time pining for him was surely wasted, wasn't it? You certainly could have made a move months ago, and he'd have received you eagerly. It's you that deepens the kiss, encouraging Satoru’s tongue to lick at your sweet lips and, little by little, remove the tasty gloss from your lips.

Satoru’s teeth gently dig into your lower lip, sucking it into his mouth for a moment, letting go soon after. The armrest between you is quickly flipped up, your poor candy boxes sent flying as Satoru moves in further, bracing a large hand on your back as he lays you back in the seat. A rumble echoes in his chest as your fingers find their place in his hair and gently thread through the white locks, spurring the professor’s kissing into something more frenzied, more desperate and with a tinge of neediness dabbled in too.

Your concept of time is muddied by the time Satoru pulls his lips back, your lip gloss smeared between both of your faces in a messy display of actions that you'd expect teenagers to do rather than adults past thirty. Satoru smiles down at you, eyes beautiful crescents to match the gorgeousness of his grin. “So you'll meet up with me again soon, right?”

Satoru can hardly register your snort before your arms are around his neck and pulling him down for more.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Satoru turns his head to the screen, his brows knitted as he witnesses a scene that certainly wasn't there when he actually watched this movie before. “We're in the wrong theater!”

It's a tad hard to explain to the manager on duty that there's been a mistake when the movie you were actually in was ten minutes from its end, but somehow Satoru manages to talk his way into a showing of the film you'd actually paid for, giving you just enough time to slather on some more lip gloss before Makeout Paradise 2: Electric Boogaloo.

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marymary-diva17 · 6 months

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Heartbreak (2)

Loak x mother reader + sully family and tonowair family

Dealing with heartbreak was something that has to be dealt with on, the one’s heart on their own time and pace. Heartbreak was something that everyone from humans and navi felt once in their life. How can someone deal with heartbreak and rejection at the same time, well they will learn to overcome said heartbreak and rejection on their own ways. Some of these people change and are recognized by their families, while this change sometimes shocks everyone around them. Maybe change is good for everyone and finding a new light will be good in the end.

Y/n “ good morning loak” you look at your son as he left his room early in the morning, it has been months since the whole heartbreak. Loak had obeyed everyone wishes and stayed away, he stayed away from his siblings and his parents. He even stood far away from tisreya and her brother, along with tonowari and ronal.He seem to be staying away form the humans and the rest of clan of forest and reef.

loak “ good morning mom”

y/n “ ready for a new day my son”

loak “ always mom”it had taken loak some time accept the heartbreak, but it seems like something changed in him. Over the weeks when he was coming to understand everything that was happening. He had spent this whole time at your home verse going back and forth, in the past. He started keeping away from everybody else for the first week, but he did try to speak with them and make amends and try to be a better friend and brother that didn’t work and lead to fight. Between him and Ao’nung and the some kids which result him getting yelled by ronal and the other mothers, saying that fight proved he was more right for tsireya and monster. Some of the older kids and younger kids were told to stay away from him, or would whisper about him. So loak when to you for comfort and the humans as well, even his grandmother was there as well.

y/n “ I’m happy you are doing well I was wondering where my adventures and dare devil boy had gone” loak had then after the fight decided to keep away from everyone, even when you told him he didn’t have to he thought it will be for the best. It seem to make him feel better as he was hanging out with you or moat learn form the both of you, and learning form the humans as well. He would always spend time with payakan and explore more the ocean, and everything else.

loak “ I’m sorry mama for changing like that I, know it was wrong for me to make all these changes”

y/n “ listen my son I’m proud of you finding, some happiness and explore more of your life always coming back home with stories to tell”

loak “ thanks mama” you smile at loak he did change, and it made you happy to see him and discovering himself. He even started wearing new clothes and different hair styles, that was like his old own but a bit different and some human touch as well.

y/n “ going off today”

lo'ak " yes there are some stuff grandmother with some of the elders and the humans, have asked me to gather for them that is pass the reef"

y/n " oh I see you are becoming a major helper around here"

lo'ak " well I do want to pull my weight around here mama, and I'm with payakan so I will be safe from ant danger"

y/n " well stay safe my baby boy"

lo'ak " yes mama is there anything I can get you"

y/n " well I need some shells, seaweed, and coral from beyond the reef but I can ..."

lo'ak " no mama let me get them for you it will be fine"

y/n " well if you are okay with that then thank you my son"

lo'ak " it seems like my task have drawn the attention of tonowari and Jake scouts, along with some other scouts of other clans"

y/n " have they said anything to you my son"

lo'ak " no mama they seem to be keeping their distance from me or dont see I'm there at all ... it seems like after a while I have become faster on land and water thanks to help of you and the others"

y/n " well I'm happy to see my son is doing well" lo'ak was growing up before your eyes, you soon hugged him.

y/n " well remember to eat some breakfast and drink some juice before you leave, I don't need you getting hunger and thirsty out there"

lo'ak " yes mama" lo'ak soon sat down and started eating his breakfast and drinking the juice, once he was done he was getting ready to leave on his IIu.

norm " hey there y/n and lo'ak"

lo'ak " hey norm heading out in a few and I promise I will get you the stuff you need"

norm " thanks kid but remember you don't need to get everything, we don't need you to overwork youself"

lo'ak " yes sir"

mo'at " good morning everyone"

lo'ak " morning grandmother"

mo'at " I see you are heading off for the day my grandson"

lo'ak " yes I'm I will be home with the stuff asked for and maybe anything else I find"

mo'at " you have your mother sprit thank the great mother" everyone had laughed a bit. lo'ak soon bid everyone goodbye he had perfected, the right time to leave and clans schedule so he will not be bumping into anyone. Lo'ak had started this as he wish not to bring anymore trouble to himself and you after hearing had horrible the other women were, talking about you he wanted to change make life for you better. That had changed a while ago as he started living his life for himself and love the support he got from his mom, grandmother and many uncles/aunts that cared for him.

later that day

y/n " ......" you are walking around the village avoiding running into anyone, but it seems like unknown to you that you had gone through some changes as well. Your hair seems to become more beautiful over these months, and you were now carrying yourself in a whole new way now these days.

mo'at " y/n"

y/n " hello mo'at"

mo'at " may I have some words with you about lo'ak"

y/n " sure you can"

mo'at " good lets speak somewhere else we don't need other ear dropping on our conversation" you had seen some navi giving you looks, and you just rolled your eyes at them.

y/n " sure" you and mo'at soon walked away together and soon stopped when you were far enough from everyone else.

mo'at " I was wondering how you are doing"

y/n " I'm doing well I thought there was a chance everything will change, and that Jake and neytiri will come around but I was a fool"

mo'at " you are not a fool they are fools"

y/n " now. my son is going through heartbreak and I don't wish for this to stop him from finding true love"

mo'at " lo'ak will find true love one day and you will find new love as well I know it ... the both of you deserve happiness after all that happened"

y/n " thank you mo'at" mo'at soon brought you into a embrace making you happy. Lo'ak and mo'at are right it was time you gave love a chance again it has been so long, and were done waiting around for those who might not love you back.

Later on that day on the beach

lo'ak " finally home" lo'ak had arrived home and the sun was about to go down he had got everything that was asked for him, and some fish as well. He soon got onto the dock and hoist all the nets of stuff onto the dock. He was dragged the nets and baskets filled with items, as she was walking on the walking that bouncy at his ever movement.

lo'ak " drop off the stuff for grandmother at her home now I'm heading to the humans homes" When it had started for lo'ak he was not that strong but over time he had become stronger, he was not able to lift stuff on his own at times. He was making his way toward the human home, it didnt take him long to get there.

max " hey kid"

lo'ak " hey max I came with the stuff"

max " wow thanks lo'ak this will supply us for four months we will be good"

lo'ak " you welcome I had learned a way to caught more and collect in my now way"

max " well kid you did an arming job"

lo'ak " thank you" lo'ak soon head off he had offered to stay and help but the adults had told him they were okay, and to enjoy the rest of the day before it was over. That what he had done he gone swimming with payakan having a good time, until sunset when he was needed back at home.

???? " no my toy" lo'ak was walking out the water when a child toy came flying pass him, and quickly lo'ak had caught it in his hands like it was nothing.

lo'ak " ......."

???? " lo'ak" lo'ak soon heard his little sister voice he soon saw tuk standing at the shore, lo'ak smile and looked at his sister.

lo'ak " you almost lost this tuk tuk and it seems like dad put alot of work into it"

tuk " thank you lo'ak" lo'ak soon handed back the toy to his sister and patted her head.

lo'ak " your welcome but you shouldn't be alone at this moment tuk, it not safe"

tuk " I'm not alone I'm with everyone else "

lo'ak " who everyone else"

???? " tuk did you get the toy" lo'ak knew that voice to well and by the sound of it the owner of that voice was not that far, because soon enough lo'ak came face to face with everyone else.

neteyam " lo'ak"

lo'ak "hello"

tuk " you all should of seen it lo'ak caught my toy so fast I could barley see it happen"

spider " really"

kiri " wow that amazing lo'ak"

lo'ak " well I heard a child calling for their toy sounding sad and it passed by me, so I brought it back" lo'ak was acting distace towards everyone.

neteyam " that move baby brother"

lo'ak " thank you"

???? " is that lo'ak"

???? " no that can't be him ... it just can't be" soon lo'ak had heard more voices and soon looked passed his brother shoulder and saw, tsireya with her brother and rotox. all three teens were looking at lo'ak shocked and soon enough his siblings were doing the same as well.

lo'ak " well I should get going anyway I will see you all around or tomorrow" lo'ak was about to walk awya when neteyam had got in his way.

neteyam " wait hold up there you think we are going to let you walk away after seeing that you have changed, and that one Mallory thing we haven't talked to you that much"

kiri " yes we barley seen you as well we miss you"

lo'ak " I don't think that will be good as I had been asked to stay away or keep my distance ... I will keep that going until future notice and respect everyone wishes"

aonung " dude it been so long we will love to be with you right now we miss you"

rotxo " yes we miss you"

neteyam " hey dad the dinner tonowari family, tsu'tey, and spider, rotox have been invited to come as well"

lo'ak " ......"

kiri " you didn't know"

lo'ak " nope it seems like we all have been busy"

neteyam " them come we caught so much food it wil be fun and we can invite mama as well, it will be like old time and fun we can caught up"

tuk " yes it will be fun a big dinner party"

lo'ak " I don't think that will be the smart idea as not everyone will be welcoming and comfortable, and we most respect their decision"

tsireya " lo'ak I will love to have you and your mom at dinner it will be fun, and I wish to talk with you and her again it been so long" lo'ak was going to say something as he knew this was a bad idea already.

Jake " kids there you all are I was starting to think you all forgot about the dinner tonight, as you all been helping get it ready"

neteyam "sorry sir tuk we were put playing and talk when tuk lost her toy"

tuk " but lo'ak saved it for me"

Jake " lo'ak" soon lo'ak was looking at his father but he was not alone tsu'tey and tonowari were with them. Soon enough ronal and neytiri showed up as well.

neytiri " lo'ak"

lo'ak " hello everyone"

Jake " wow son I could barely recognize you there wow how much you have changed"

lo'ak " yes change happens"

neytiri " it so good to see you"

Jake " yes It so good .... hey if you siblings and friends haven't told you we are having a dinner ..."

kiri " we told him dad but he says it will be not good to make everyone uncomfortable if he comes"

tonowari " son you should come to this dinner as you are the son of Jake sully and it will be good for you and your family"

neytiri " yes you cna invited y/n as well we have missed her, and we will love to caught up with our son and her as well"

Jake " yes where is she I haven't seen her"

lo'ak " she most be out I supposed she will be home before dinner"

Jake " well in the meantime you can join us it will be good" that soundly like a lie to lo'ak, but before he could say anything else a call had been heard from above and soon enough y/n had been seen on her ikran. she soon landed on the sandy beach and got off her ikran.

tuk " mama" tuk ran to greet her and give her a big hug she soon hugged her back as well.

y/n " hey sweetie it good to see all of you .... and other this is unusual welcome party"

Jake " hey y/n it good to see you ... umm there a dinner tonight and we were inviting you and lo'ak to join us for dinner it will be fun"

y/n " thank you for the offer but I have to tell you we have other plan for dinner, and it will be good to respect everyone personal space and comfort"

neytiri " but ......"

y/n " it okay and we don't wish to ruin that dinner that seems very important and has been planned out, maybe some other time when everything good and clam"

Jake " oh sure"

y/n " children I hope you will stop by for a chance to talk if you wish I'm not here to make you"

neteyam " yes mama"

Jake " well I hope to see you two more often as the family is not the same without the two of you"

y/n " yes family is every important goodnight everyone and be safe" you soon bid goodbye to the children before you walked away, lo'ak had walked away without saying anything else but he did wave goodbye to tuk. The others soon went home but it felt like someone was completely off at the moment, as they were missing people who are very important to them, and now life is very uncomfortable. That seems to be the consequences of actions made, and these actions will not be able to repair very easily as everyone thinks.

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lovelycreativecrafts · 5 days

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What Makes Miguel O'Hara Blush? | Spider-Verse Headcannon/Scenario

Word Count: 600

Warnings: None

Author Notes: Personally, I'm not much of a Miguel simp but I can definitely see the appeal. If you like this Headcannon please like and reblog the post. I hope you all have a blessed day!

The first thing I want to say is that Miguel is emotionally constipated. Anything romantic that may happen to him, he tends to push the feelings back down or doesn’t know what to do with them. Which leaves him to either ignore the romantic thing or dismiss it.

Any romantic advances towards him don’t phase him. If someone were to give him any sort of physical affection, he would either let the person get their feelings out or deny or reject the affection. If someone were to give him a gift he would accept it but think nothing more of it. If the person were to complement his physical appearance he would ignore it. It might even make him feel a bit uncomfortable if it wasn’t from his significant other.

The thing that would make Miguel blush is something more genuine and not seen as anything romantic. For him, I think the thing that would get him to blush is a genuine compliment about who he is.

Miguel’s POV

I stared at my screens as I replayed the scenes with my daughter. I can’t let something like that happen again. I must protect the multiverse. The doors to my office opened and I quickly changed the screen to the default setting. I turned toward my front doors and examined who came in.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked.

My assistant shot her webs on the platform that I stood on and I took a step back as she softly landed on the tall platform.

“No, not at all. I just wanted to inform you that I completed all of my work before I headed home. Also, I wanted to give you some coffee since I know you tend to work late.” My assistant held out a cup of coffee to me.

This is new. I grabbed the cup from her hands. “Thank you and I hope you have a good night.” I took a sip of the coffee. How does she know I like black coffee? Did I ever ask her to make me one at some point?

I looked up from my coffee to find my assistant observing me.

“Is there anything more you want to tell me?”

“Well yes actually. I-uh,”

I waited for her to gather her thoughts.

“I know other people may have told you this already. So, I may sound like a broken record.” She fidgeted with her hands.

I frowned. Does she also have something critical to say to me? Like how I’m too strict or that I need to smile more.

“I just wanted to say that I really appreciate what you’re doing for us. I’m thankful that you took your time and life to make sure that our universes stays intact and safe. I admire your dedication and hard work. And I hope that you get everything that you desire out of this.” My assistant smiled.

I tightened my grip on my cup as something erupted from the pit of my stomach. Something light and feathery, almost like a tickle. Butterflies. My cheeks warmed and I took another sip of my coffee. I looked back at my assistant and her eyes gazed into mine. Butterflies flowed through my stomach again and the warmness from my cheeks rose toward my ears. I glimpsed to the side and cleared my throat.

“Well-uh . . . Thank you . . . for letting me know,” I sipped my coffee again.

“You're welcome and I hope you also have a good night.”

I heard her swing off of my platform and I let out a breath. That hasn’t happened in a while.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #fanfiction writing #fanfiction #spiderverse fanfic #headcannons #spiderverse headcanon

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unboundprompts · 1 month

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I'm developing a Spiderwoman alternate universe, and I'm unsure about how to introduce my character. Can you provide some ideas for how she might reveal her face, akin to the dramatic moments of unmasking seen in the 'Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse movie?

Hero Removing their Mask Prompts

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

She needed to get somewhere safe. She had just taken a nasty hit and wasn't sure how much farther she could go. The buildings loomed tall overhead, watching her shoot web after web as she tried to cover as much ground as possible. They offered her no comfort, just mere giants in a cold city. The rain was coming down in sleets, mixing with the blood that she was sure was running down her face and staining her suit. A small apartment building with a fire escape in a dark alley caught her attention, and she clumisly dropped down, stumbling on the landing from a twisted ankle. She sat down, leaning her back against the brick wall and tore off her mask so she could breathe better. It was sticky with blood, her hair stuck uncomfortably to her face from the downpour. Closing her eyes and sighing, waiting to regain enough energy to make it home, she didn't hear a nearby window slide open. "[Hero Name]?" an unfamiliar voice asked, full of bewilderment and worry. Her eyes shot open to look at the man staring at her, and she scrambled to cover her face. Shakily, she pulled herself to a stand, ignoring the aches and pains that shot through her body at the unwanted movement. "No, wait!" he called, right before she leapt from the railing.

He was trapped. Wedged between a building and a car and he wasnt strong enough to break free. He needed time to recover. Needed time to gather his thoughts or else bad things were going to happen. But he was already too late. The bad things were here and he wasn't strong enough to stop them. The villain was walking towards him now, sinsister smile creeping onto their face as they realized what had happened. They had won. They crouched before him, sizing his pitiful form up and down. They reached out and ripped his mask from his face.

"Why are you shutting me out?" Their friend cried, heart breaking from the months of secrets and lies they had been feeding her. "Why are you so suddenly pushing me away? What is so bad that you can't even tell your best friend?" But she wouldn't understand. And they couldn't tell her. They were so alone and it was so hard to carry the weight of this secret on their shoulders, but they couldn't bring themself to tell her. And now, they were going to lose her because of it. "Please," she continued to sob, "please, just let me help you. You don't have to do this alone. I'm always here for you, I never left and I never will." It felt like a dam was breaking behind their eyes. "I..." they took a shaky breath. Should they even tell her? "I'm... I'm [Hero Name]."

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agi-ppangx · 9 months

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Hiii!! So I've never request anything, but I was wondering if you could do a story with BangChan. So basically, Y/N is JYP's kid (you can make it gender neutral so everyone can read) and JYP ask Y/N to work for his company. That's when they meet SKZ and they become good friends and Chan and Y/N gets very close :) Idk if that's understandable, but I hope it is :) I love your work btw 😍🫶🏻

💭don’t go yet

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader

an: hii anonnie, i'm really happy you enjoy my work<33 and here's a little something i managed to write, i hope this is gonna satisfy you🫶🏽

when your father gave you an opportunity to work at his company you were hesitant at first. you didn’t want to be perceived as someone who used his success to make money, but after some time of his constant asking you complied, knowing that you won’t find a better job anyway. at first, you had to go through a number of training sessions in order to be fully prepared to work alongside the rest of the staff. and when you were ready, you were put in stray kids’ team. you were happy about it - the boys were always polite and nice to you and whenever you had to keep an eye on them during their youtube lives they made sure you were comfortable and after the broadcasts were done they always wanted you to let them know when you got home safely, even if it should be your task to make sure they were safe and sound.

but chan was always a bit extra - he brought you food and drinks even if you assured him you had just eaten and he even bought you earplugs after one particular live when the boys were extremely loud and you complained about that later. he was caring and thoughtful and you always felt flattered and why did you feel butterflies in your stomach when he looked at you and–

“yn? i’m gonna order some food, what would you like to eat?” chan asked softly, looking at you over his phone. you only shook your head a little in response. “i’m not really hungry, don’t worry about me. i should get going anyway since you ended the live,” you responded awkwardly, getting up and gathering your things. he placed his phone on the desk and furrowed his brows. “first of all, please sit down. i don’t want you to go yet.” you raised your eyebrow, blushing slightly. “second of all, i’m not asking if you’re hungry because i know you are - you haven’t eaten since lunch. so please stay and tell me what would you wanna eat,” he carried on, leaving you dumbfounded, but you sat back down and thanked him.

that’s how you ended up with chan in his studio at the company at one in the morning, eating take-out food and helping him with a new track he was currently working on. he was struggling with the second verse and even if you knew nothing about composing music, he insisted that your opinion would be very valuable for him. “okay, but what did han and changbin say about this song? i’m pretty sure their view is way more professional than mine,” you chuckled a bit, sipping on your iced americano. chan hummed, focused on the screen and when you were sure he wasn’t even listening to you he spoke. “they haven’t heard it yet. you’re the first one to have a listen.” your eyes widened and cheeks got warmer. you smiled shyly, taking another sip because you were certain that at that moment you wouldn’t be able to say one word without stuttering. you felt the butterflies again and you started to think that you wouldn’t mind if they appeared more often if chan was the reason behind them.

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sweetkpopmusings · 1 year

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woozi boyfriend headcanons <3

a/n: posting jihoon's boyfriend headcanons next as requested!! i am SO endeared by him <333 i'd trust him with my life tbh and i just know i'd feel safe if i had him around like he's a top-tier protector while also being a silly billy :,-) pics not mine !

content: fluff | wc: 1.3k | warnings: none! | pairing: boyfriend!jihoon x gn!reader | requests: open

after writing this, i want nothing more than to see jihoon smile and give me an endearing head pat :,-( please enjoy <333

our music boy!!! hard-working king!!!! talented icon!!!!

he's so cool in every way except for when it comes to you

he just melts at the sight of you

like he's cool on the outside but anyone who knows him knows that he's losing it over how much he loves you

tbh even people who don't know him all that well can see very recognizable heart eyes

he just looks at you with so much adoration and fondness and it SHOWS <333

sometimes when you're speaking to him, especially about things you're passionate about, there will be pauses before he responds

it's not because he isn't listening. it's the complete opposite !!

he's so immersed in your thoughts, your voice, your movements, your words, that he has to find his way back to earth before he can speak

and honestly, if it weren't for the fact that it proves to you he is listening and encourages you to continue speaking, he'd stay completely silent during times like these

he's in awe of you and he wants to stay that way forever

jihoon gets flustered by you constantly

the butterflies he felt when he first saw you never go away

they actually get stronger over time because the more he realizes he loves you the more those butterflies of elation swarm inside him

this is one of the many inspirations he finds in you for music

he actually writes lots of songs about you but he is so nervous to tell you about it each time so he doesn't tell you beforehand he just plays the song for you when he thinks it's ready

while he doesn't directly say it's about you, you know it is about you because he slipped a phrase you two always say to each other in there or he references a favorite song/idea/sound/item of yours in the verse

in response, you give him a lil squeeze on his hand or a kiss on the cheek or a smile that shows him with certainty you love and cherish how he incorporated you into his work again

it all goes unsaid, be he can feel through these exchanges that you feel the depth of his love

his heart is FULL!!!!

he is blushing, but he fights with all his might to act like he isn't blushing

jihoon actually blushes any time you compliment him because he is so soft for you :,-)

he will also completely short circuit if he hears you singing or humming a song he made

it catches him off-guard and he's standing there like :-0

he's so precious <33333

jihoon's also the silliest boy with you

he laughs SO hard whenever you make a joke

like i'm talking open mouth, loud, PUAHAHAH energy

he cannot contain it he thinks you're so funny and delightful

loves teasing you so much. he knows it'll get a laugh out of you, which is one of his favorite sounds in the universe, and he just loves being playful with you even if it means roasting you

jihoon will also do slapstick, dad jokes, or other ridiculous humor antics to make you laugh

he's actually so funny like !!! you're never going to feel bored again you've got a true entertainer with you 25/8

the entertainment carries over to when he tells stories about you

they're so animated and his descriptions of you are so vivid that seventeen actually feel as though they know you before they meet you

a few members comment "wow, he got your voice exactly how it sounds!" and "he wasn't kidding. you do get that look in your eyes when you tell a joke!" and so on

i'm putting my money on soonyoung, seungkwan, and chan to expose him like this

you're shocked because ??? how often did he talk about you ???

when you turn to look at jihoon he's a blushing mess and waving his hand in the air and chuckling to act as though it isn't a big deal

when you turn away he is giving Death Glares to everyone else but they're just laughing because they've never seen him more enamored before and it's the perfect fuel for teasing him <3

his hugs engulf you

even the slightest of hugs leave you feeling completely wrapped up in his embrace. he holds you with so much care and attention that even a light brush of his hand on your shoulder makes you feel so wonderfully warm

when he's sleepy he is definitely nuzzling his head into your shoulder/neck/etc like he wants the world to disappear and you are his escape !!! his comfort !!! i'm sobbing now

he's often softly tapping your shoulder to get your attention without disrupting whatever you're watching/reading/etc because he wants your attention but would never take it without you being willing to give it

stop why is he so cute and gentle :-(

whenever you two are sitting, lying, or standing near each other, he'll mindlessly drum his fingers against you like he's playing the piano

woozi will always sing you to sleep if you ask

like yes he'll resist at first because he's a lil shy but he's not going to say "no" when he knows how much it'll comfort you

he thinks there are few things better than the sound of your contented sighs as you drift into sleep and the look on your face when you finally fall into a deep slumber

while he sings to you, he will play with your hair, give you sweet little pets, and soothingly rub your arms/back <3

he will never let you down

whether it's picking up every item on your grocery list

or being by your side during a hard time

he. is. there.

nothing would break his heart more than you feeling alone or unsupported

you always make him feel grounded, and he constantly works to reciprocate that for you

he is genuinely such a solid partner. he's your rock in the truest sense of the word, and the trust between you two is otherworldly

while there are always butterflies and new experiences shared between you, there has, from day one, been a sense of sureness there too

your relationship feels so real and so right

woozi's love is strong. through the ups and downs, his love for you never wavers, and he never lets you doubt his sincerity towards you

tbh i think he really desires security with you

one of the first times he's very vulnerable with you, probably late at night while in the studio because there's a specific intimacy you find together in that space, he admits to you that he really wants someone you to feel sure of him

you were sure of him before then, but, in that moment when he completely opened up, you knew, more than anything, you were sure of him

and all it took was the grasp of your hand, the look in your eyes, and the words i'm sure of you, jihoon for him to know that you felt everything toward him that he felt about you

from then on, so much of your relationship goes unsaid

because you two feel it and know it so deeply that it doesn't need to be expressed

however, jihoon never misses an opportunity to express his love and appreciation for you

he's very much the type to be lovey dovey when he's feeling soft

like this boy could give you a toothache with his sweetness

and he's smiling that angelic smile the whole time i'm biting my fist pLEASE

if you ask him to do aegyo, he'll do it in a heartbeat

you show this off in front of seventeen and they're DYING and they expect woozi to say something but he's not fazed like obviously he's doing aegyo ?? what else is he supposed to do when the love of his life asks him to act cute ??

the answer is do aegyo, obviously.

jihoon is simply the most romantic and sincere partner you could ask for. he's dedicated to you, heart and soul, and he proves that every day by being there for you

sorry i have to go and read some poetry because loving and being loved by jihoon would simply be the most beautiful thing in the world

i hope everyone gets the jihoon they deserve <3

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dwarfstaralloy · 2 years

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[ TRACE ]

meme: i love you prompts status: accepting (from mutuals) [ TRACE ]: sender, believing the receiver to be asleep, gently traces the message “i love you” on the receiver’s bare skin with their finger.

Ray can feel fingers on his shoulder, trailing down his back. He grins into his pillow, wanting to make a comment about Clint's wandering hands but finds himself stilling as he realises the other man isn't just idly tracing patterns onto his skin.

I lo-

There are many words Clint could be writing. Ray keeps himself still, tries to keep his heart steady, to keep from racing to far ahead with his feelings. But he hopes and yearns all the same.

-ve

He closes his eyes, breath a little unsteady as he exhales. He does not know if Clint can feel the way he trembles under his touch. He can't bring himself to care.

you.

Ray smiles to himself. It is a secret declaration painted onto his skin. Something he is not supposed to know. But he is going to hold it close all the same. He shifts slightly, reaching out to grab Clint's hand and tangle their fingers together. Meets the other man's eyes steadily.

"I love you too."

#ofhawknests #rp: ray palmer #rp: clint barton #ic post #drabble #i love you prompts #answered #( new verse new verse new verse )#verse: but your smile tells me i'm safe

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fightingdreamcrs · 2 years

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@veroxins asked: it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise. to naruto or kakashi

"I know, but you should still ice it...”

It’s with a soft smile that Naruto holds out the ice bag, relaxed after their spar and enjoying the light breeze that catches in his open jacket, cooling and refreshing after such strenuous activity. He shakes the bag before dropping it next to her, moving himself to flop onto the ground, arms folded behind his head.

“No point suffering through it if you don’t have to. You should take better care of yourself...” It’s rich coming from him, given the amount of injuries he walks around with on a regular basis, but comes from a place of care.

#veroxins #MUSES. [ uzumaki naruto. ]#VERSES. [ IF YOU DON’T LIKE YOUR DESTINY DON’T ACCEPT IT / MAIN III. ]#BOND. [ veroxins / but your smile tells me I'm safe & that voice unspoken's heard. ]#QUEUE. [ it's about being better than you were yesterday. ]

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 10 months

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Has the reader in handyman verse been saved by Jay yet? 🫣

"My hero," you croon dramatically.

"Anytime," he said honestly as he opened your car door. This time, it was just a mishap. A dead phone and a bad job interview. And he was grateful. He hoped he never had to do it again.

But if he did? Well. He would.

"Thank you," you tell him, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek.

"Y/N I-"

"Yes?"

"I'm glad you're safe," he said honestly. "I was worried when Mags called me."

"I'm sorry," you tell him, meaning it. Not sure what to make of the look on his face.

Jason smiled a little, "No harm done," he said, telegraphing his movements."

"Fortunately-"

Lips brush yours. Soft and hungry. Intense but not overwhelming. Not like he was trying to eat your face. Or push for more. Just telling you he wanted more. That he liked you. That it hadn't all been for Mags.

And you can't help it. You melt.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert #handyman!jason

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its-not-a-pen · 1 year

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1460th day as the prime minister of han and you are the enemy general at my mercy. since your absolute loser of a liege lord is MIA you agree to work for me until he returns and in exchange i agree not to raze your city to the ground and put every rebel to the sword. i hope this magnanimous gesture will convince you of my good intentions.

1461st day as the prime minister of han in order to knock you down a few pegs i try to sabotage your integrity by making you share a room with your loser liege lord's two wives but you just stand outside the door all night with a candle and aren't tempted at all. (i am honestly baffled, as far as i'm concerned other people's wives are utterly irresistible.)

1462nd day as the prime minister of han, my advisor tells me it's easier to catch flies with honey so i begin plying you gifts and pretty serving girls but you keep sending them to your loser liege lord's wives. instead of passing the evening with me engaged in gentlemanly conversation, you spend long hours drying their tears and reassuring them their loser husband is safe. i can't say i'm not annoyed by the snub but your filial piety is commendable

1463rd day as the prime minister of han and even with my considerable intellect, i cannot understand why a man of your skills would chose to serve such an unworthy master. that sanctimonious sandal-weaver has lost nearly every battle he's fought (most of them against me), yet heroes still flock to his cause and peasants aid him at every turn. how does he inspire such loyalty?

1464th day as the prime minister of han, i definitely will not be throwing you an extravagant banquet every day because that's just desperate! i'm only throwing them every fifth day and small ones every third day. do you not like the silk-and-gold robes i've been sending you? you can speak plainly, general, i wont be offended. do they not fit? i must see for myself, please disrobe--

1465th day as the prime minister of han and you finally join me for a drink. i've forgotten how nice this is, in between fighting bandits, quashing rebellions and running 1/3 of a country i've not had much time to myself. the wine loosens your tongue and you talk about brotherhood, sacrifise and sacred oaths in a peach garden, things i've heard about but never seen, like the qilin and other such fantastical beasts but you're so sincere i can't even bring myself to scoff at you. i've lived my entire life looking over my shoulder; better to betray than be betrayed, that's my motto. i've never known anything else.

1466th day as the prime minister of han and i give you a silk bag to protect your long, handsome beard after you made an offhand comment about the whiskers getting brittle in winter. the emperor himself remarked upon it and even though you were humble and self-effacing as always, i preened. it pleases me that you look so well under my patronage, yet your eyes are so troubled. i must not be doing enough, time to consult my advisor again...

1467th day as the prime minister of han i noticed your green battle-coat was threadbare so I fashioned a replacement made of the rarest brocade but you only ever wear it under the old coat loser liege lord gave you because having a piece of him around eases your heart. i don't even have a clever quip for that. although in hindsight i should have expected this turn of events given your utter indifference to that loser's wives and my pretty serving girls.

1468th day as the prime minister of han, i give you the fastest horse in the world and to my surprise you're elated, bowing and thanking me profusely. then you go and ruin the moment by telling me how grateful you are because it means you will be able to travel quickly to your loser liege lord when you discover his location and now i wish i'd turned that damn beast into glue. this is the first time i've ever seen you smile.

1469th day as the prime minister of han, a verse came to me during our walk through the woods; "the magpie flies south and circles the tree three times. where shall he rest?" i want you to stay. i want you to be mine. lead my armies and help me bring order to the realm, i'll raise you monuments and immortalise your name. alas, the bitter irony is not lost on me, i want you for your loyalty but your loyalty is the reason you cannot stay. if you could have been persuaded i would have lost my respect for you.

1470th day as the prime minister of han and news arrives that your loser liege lord is alive. my advisor tells me that you won't leave until you've repaid my kindness. i guess i better keep you away from the action and hope the next few months are boring and uneventful. in the meantime why don't you try on this new robe! no, i don't mind you undressing here--

1471th day as the prime minister of han and my city is under attack. you single-handedly break the siege and bring me the enemy leader's head. hospitality repaid, you ride off without a backwards glance and i watched the horizon long after you have disappeared.

4391th day as the prime minister of han. I trust you've been well, general, since we last met. I often dreamed that you would return to me, we'd sit under the trees and drink a toast for old times sake. As far as reunions go, the middle of an ambush is not very auspicious. Our roles are reversed, I am the bleeding hart and you are the faithful hound. by rights you should have delivered me straight to your master but instead you let me limp away. why did you do it my beautiful, foolish, loyal general? you know i will only cause you grief. this war will not end as long as i draw breath. this country cannot have three kingdoms any more than a single mountain can have three tigers.

-epilogue-

last year as the king of wei and i trust you've been well, general, since we last met...

notes under the cut:

It's a truth universally acknowledged that any funny joke on tumblr.com will be run into the ground.

this is a spoof of the 2nd Century Warlord by @romanceyourdemons

1/ Events are based on the historical novel Romance of the Three Kingdoms, supplemented by historical events.

2/ In 196 AD, Warlord Cao Cao moves the capital of China to his territory of Xu City with the Emperor as his puppet. His offical title is the General-in-Chief (大將軍) although I've gone with the more recognisable "Prime Minister". In 200 AD, Cao Cao captured General Guan Yu, who was serving under Liu Bei.

3/Book!Cao Cao is portrayed as a villain and his name is literally synonymous with the devil in Chinese culture. IRL Cao Cao was considered to be a wise and capable ruler. I've decided to bridge the gap a little.

4/ Cao Cao (and sons) were very influential poets, the line "the magpie flies south" is a passage from the Unnamed Magpie Poem, after consolidating power, Cao Cao encourages all the best and brightest in his kingdom to flock to his court.

5/ "I dreamt of you, general" monologue taken verbatim from the 2010 tv show. People in the han dynasty were battling demons and that demon is bisexuality.

6/ Book!Cao Cao does not actually think Liu Bei is a loser, he considers him to be "one of the only two heroes in the world". but my god, you can pry that alliteration out of my cold, dead hands.

#chinese history #ancient china #romance of the three kingdoms #san guo yan yi #history meme #cao cao #liu bei #guan yu #second century warlord adjacent i guess #i realise it's an incredibly bold move to spoof a popular post when the op is literally ur mutual #do you like stories that are 7/10 history and 3/10 conjecture and 10/10 batshit crazy? read romance of the three kingdoms!#the moss translation none of the other ones

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Ghostin' (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader Series)

Summary: Before dying in the Upside Down, Eddie asks Steve to take care of you. The grief coupled with your burgeoning feelings for one another may be too much for you to handle, especially when you get some shocking news.

Warnings: mentions of smut (18+ only just to be safe), Eddie's death is canon, medical issues, language, so much angst

WC: 3.9k

A/N: This is chapter one in a series I'm writing. It's heavy on the angst, but I promise it lightens up in future chapters 💚 it's based on the song "Ghostin'" by Ariana Grande and was requested by an anon, but I don't want to publish the ask because it would give away a major plot point.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“No…no! Please NO!”

Steve is snapped out of his daze, too light to be considered a slumber, by the sounds of your cries. They are nightly occurrences at this point, and he’s well-versed in handling them after seeing you struggle for the last month.

He nudges you gently, careful not to startle you further. “Y/N, wake up,” he whispers, wiping the sleep from his brown eyes. “You’re here; you’re safe.”

Your lashes flutter as you claw your way out of the nightmare, a scene set by threatening maroon clouds, deadly vines, and squawking bats with faces that open. Tears dampen your cheeks and stain your pillowcase. “Ed–Eddie?” you murmur, face falling when you realize that he’s not the warm body next to you.

Steve shakes his head, used to this routine. “No, it’s me. It’s Steve.” He’d been crashing at your apartment ever since you’d returned from the Upside Down. You didn’t want to be alone, and his parents didn’t keep tabs on where he slept, so it was the perfect arrangement. He’d been apprehensive about sharing your bed, but you’d insisted, and he couldn’t deny that it was comfier than the couch or a sleeping bag.

You’re momentarily confused; why is Steve “The Hair” Harrington sleeping next to you, and not your metalhead boyfriend? But then it all comes flooding back: Eddie pedaling frantically, makeshift shield flung across his back, you begging him to stop. The way your heart sank when he desperately tried to fend off the swarm of demobats, only to be pinned to the ground and torn apart by their barbed wire tails. His soft voice, reassuring you that he loved you, that you were the love of his life, even managing a blood-tinged smile when he said your name. And then…nothing. Only silence, disrupted by the sound of you and Dustin sobbing over his lifeless body.

“M sorry,” you mutter now; the embarrassment of being so vulnerable in front of someone you’d barely known a month ago is all-too present. “I don’t know why this keeps happening…doesn’t seem to get any better.”

Steve brushes a strand of hair from your face, hands faltering at the warmth of your skin. “You don’t need to apologize,” he tells you, just as he does every night. “What you went through…no one should ever have to deal with that.” The premise of the alternate dimension was horrific enough, let alone watching the person you love die from its creatures and then having to leave them there. Steve couldn’t imagine it.

After meeting Eddie, Steve quickly learned about his new friend’s love for you. Eddie wasn’t shy about it–wasn’t shy about most things, to be fair–but their walk in the Upside Down’s woods really cemented it. Always boisterous, Eddie’s demeanor suddenly shifted, and he struggled to meet Steve’s eyes.

“Hey, Harrington,” he’d started, picking at his fingernails anxiously. “I don’t know what’s gonna happen to us here, but, uh, if I don’t…make it, can you promise me something?”

“Don’t talk like that,” Steve said quickly. The thought of losing anyone in the party was enough to make his stomach curdle.

Eddie stopped in his tracks and grabbed Steve’s forearm. “Just listen to me.” His tone was harsher, more serious this time. “I need you to make sure Y/N is taken care of. She’s everything to me; I need to know she’ll be okay.”

Steve nodded and cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’ll do that for you.” The fear was palpable, and he tried to ease it with a joke. “Still don’t know how you managed to pull someone like her, though.” He hadn’t really noticed you before, even though you’d graduated together. He was always too wrapped up in himself, and he regretted it now that he was getting to know you.

Eddie’s laughter breaks through Steve’s thoughts. “That, my friend,” he clapped a ringed hand on Steve’s back, “will remain one of life’s greatest mysteries.”

Steve’s eyes flicker over to the alarm clock by your bedside. “It’s only 4 AM,” he says. “You can still go back to sleep.”

“I hate sleeping,” you admit quietly. “Every time I do, I’m brought back to that day. My mind just replays it over and over…I can never get a break.”

Steve’s problem is the opposite–he can’t sleep. His brain and body are constantly on edge, and any time he’s about to drift off, a surge of adrenaline kicks in and wakes him. Even keeping the nail bat by the bed doesn’t help; the dark circles and bags under his eyes prove it.

“We can just talk, if you want. About anything,” he says, scooting closer to you while maintaining a respectful distance. “Like, did I tell you how Robin kept track of all the times I struck out with girls when we worked at Scoops?”

You offer a semblance of a smile as you turn over to face him. “No, but I’d love to hear about this.”

The two of you trade stories until the sun rises hours later. Steve drags himself from the comfort of your bed, grimacing as the cool air hits his toes. He pulls on the puke-green Family Video vest and attaches his nametag, padding out to the kitchen to make some coffee. Caffeine is the only thing keeping him from passing out behind the wheel.

You follow behind him, grabbing two mugs from the cabinet. Instinctively, you reach for the Odie one before pushing it back on the shelf. Tears prick at your eyes when you think of Eddie’s matching Garfield mug, probably destroyed during Vecna’s rampage. You’d bought them at the mall together last year, too cute and cheesy to pass up.

“Actually, I think I’m gonna take mine to-go,” Steve tells you, plucking a travel mug from the pile. “Are you gonna be okay?”

You nod as you add a spoon of sugar to your drink. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” You squeeze his hand, leaving shivers shooting down his spine. “Gotta get ready for work, too.” Your boss had given you a week of bereavement leave, but you’d been back for a bit. Being a receptionist at Hawkins Dental wasn’t too stressful, save for a few obnoxious patients, but it was still hard going through the motions of your daily routine like nothing happened. Like your heart hadn’t been ripped out of your chest and discarded in the Upside Down.

Steve stumbled into Family Video, giving Robin a bleary-eyed smile as he took his place behind the counter. She sighs, exasperated, at the sight of her exhausted friend.

“Keith won’t be in for another two hours if you wanna get some rest,” she says softly, nodding towards the break room. “I can cover for you.”

“Nah, I’m good now,” he replies, shaking the empty coffee cup for emphasis. “But thank you.” He places it down and starts checking in the returned movies. “How’ve you been dealing with…everything?”

Robin nods slowly before allowing her facade to falter. “Awful,” she admits. “Sometimes, I feel those vines wrapping around me. I’m still in shock that we made it out, y’know?” Steve puts an arm around her shoulder and pulls her close. “How’re you and Y/N?”

He shrugs, grabbing the VHSes to place them back on their shelves. “I don’t sleep and she has nightmares. This morning she…she thought I was Eddie again. Just for a second, but she was so happy. And then, when she realized it was me…”

“Steve,” Robin places her hand on his back. She recognizes the heartbroken look on his face. “I didn’t want to ask this but…do you have, like, feelings for her?” Steve just cocks an eyebrow, a warning for her to stop, but Robin plows on. “Look, I get it. We all still think of her as Eddie’s girl. But it’s okay if you’re having feelings for her. It doesn’t make you a bad person. Or friend.”

Steve relents, burying his head in his hands. “Then why do I feel like a piece of shit? Like I’m trying to steal her away from him? Not that it matters,” he adds hastily. “I think she’ll always be in love with Eddie.”

“Give her time,” Robin reassures him. “It’s only been about five weeks. Until she’s ready to date again,” she gives him a pointed look, taking some cassettes from his hand and reshelving them, “promise me you’ll take care of yourself, too. Eddie wouldn’t have asked you to look after her if he thought you’d be compromising your own health.”

He nods, making his way to the breakroom. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that nap,” he says. “But, um, Robs?”

“Yeah?”

“Please don’t tell anyone about this. I don’t wanna confuse her or make her feel uncomfortable.”

“Of course.” Robin isn’t usually known for her secret-keeping skills, but she knows how important it is for both you and Steve to heal before confronting more major feelings. “Go rest now.”

“Aye aye, captain.” Steve gives a half-hearted salute. When he sleeps, he dreams about kissing you, cradling your face in his hands, the softness of your lips pulling him in deeper. And when he breaks away, he looks up to see Eddie standing there, hurt and shock written all over his face.

You get home around 5:30 PM, and while your legs feel like sandbags, you drag yourself to the kitchen to cook dinner. You can’t stomach another night of takeout, especially given Hawkins’ limited options. You fill a pot with water and put it to boil, rummaging through your cabinet for a box of pasta. Steve has been coming over for dinner, so you make the whole box. The man is a bottomless pit; it completely juxtaposes your lack of appetite. You bite back nausea as you twist open a jar of marinara sauce. All you want is to throw yourself under the covers and cry yourself to sleep, but Steve will just worry about you if you don’t at least try to eat.

The queasiness doesn’t subside as you walk into the bedroom, even though you no longer smell the pasta or sauce. Overwhelming flashes of heat surge through your body, and you start to strip off your polo shirt that’s already begun clinging to your sweat-soaked torso. That minor exertion of energy drains you immediately as lightheadedness sets in. Spots dance before your eyes and your knees buckle. The last thing you remember is trying to maneuver your hands out in front of you to brace your fall.

“Y/N? Y/N, oh my God!” The sound of Steve’s frantic voice stirs you. You try to push yourself up, but you can’t withstand any kind of pressure on your hand. “Ow,” you hiss, pulling it to your chest. Your wrist is swollen, and you realize that it must be broken. Better that than my head, you suppose.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks, gingerly helping you sit up. “Let me get you some water. Did you eat enough today?”

“M fine,” you mutter, “‘s just my wrist.” His eyes widen when he takes notice of it.

“C’mon, we gotta get you to the hospital. You’ll probably need a cast; we can put some ice on it in the meantime to get that swelling down.”

“All right, Florence Nightingale,” you tease him gently. It feels good to joke; even better to make Steve laugh. “Oh, shit–the food on the stove…” After you give another failed attempt to stand, Steve puts his hand on your shoulder.

“Wait here,” he instructs. “I’ll turn everything off and help you up.” You slump back, clutching your aching wrist to your chest. Once again, Steve Harrington is picking up your broken pieces, and you have nothing to offer in return.

“Does it hurt?” Steve briefly lets his gaze drift from the road to your wrist, which currently has a bag of frozen peas wrapped around it.

“Just a little,” you say through gritted teeth.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m okay, Steve. You don’t have to worry about me.” You let out a sigh, sinking back against the seat. “I feel bad that you worry about me so much. I feel bad that you’re always helping me.”

Steve’s brows furrow in confusion. “I don’t mind. That’s what friends do: drive to the hospital when they get hurt, help them defeat evil creatures in a parallel universe; you know, the usual stuff.”

His goofiness makes you giggle despite the pain emanating from your hand and the seriousness of the situation.

“There’s that smile!” he says proudly. He pulls into the hospital parking lot and shuts off the car. “And before you argue, I’m waiting with you. The only thing worse than the injury is the boredom. They never even play anything good on the TV!”

“When we came to visit Max, they were showing a badminton game. Who the hell watches badminton?” Your grin widens as he laughs with you.

“Sounds like some shit my dad’s country club buddies play,” he rolls his eyes as he opens your door for you and walks you to the ER doors. “D’you need help filling anything out?”

You shake your head. “Lucky for me, I didn’t land on my dominant hand.” You twist your good wrist back and forth. “See? Good to go.”

Steve stifles a chuckle, crossing his right leg over his left thigh. He insists on taking your completed forms back up to the receptionist, despite you telling him you were perfectly capable of doing it yourself.

Two hours pass before a nurse finally calls your name. Both you and Steve stand up, but she shoos him away. “We are only allowing patients in at the moment due to our full capacity.” He nods; though the “earthquake” happened just over a month ago, Hawkins residents are still dealing with injuries and residual effects from smoke inhalation.

“I’ll be waiting here if you need me,” he tells you, and you give him a smile as the nurse leads you to triage. She takes your vitals, avoiding your delicate wrist, before leading you to a curtained-off bed, where another scrubbed-up woman is waiting.

“We’ll just need to do some blood tests; cross our t’s and dot our i’s before the x-ray, okay hon?” She doesn’t look up from her clipboard. Her bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired; everything about her is stiff and stale. You hold out your arm for the phlebotomist, wincing slightly as the needle pinches your skin. She promises to return quickly with the results.

Back in the waiting room, Steve finds himself drifting off to sleep. He tries to fight it in case you need him, but exhaustion overtakes him. It’s a losing battle. His dream doesn’t involve Eddie’s disapproving glare, though he’d prefer that to the nightmare that wracks his brain. He’s staring straight at Vecna, inhaling the sulfuric smell of the Upside Down with each panting breath. He braces himself in a set stance to hurl the molotov cocktail at the heinous creature, but realizes that his hands are empty.

“Robin? Nancy?” he calls out, voice barely above a whisper, but his friends are nowhere to be found. He’s all alone, defenseless and at Vecna’s mercy. “Dustin? Eddie? Y/N?” The chances of the three of you being in the Creel house are minimal, and the resounding silence confirms his worst fears. Vecna advances towards him, and Steve cowers behind a pillar, awaiting his fate.

He’s startled awake by the person sitting next to him, just as Dream Steve is about to die.

“Dude, shut up,” the guy growls. “Go wait in your car if you’re gonna make noise while you sleep, Jesus.”

“S-sorry, man,” Steve stutters. He sits up and rubs his eyes, exhaling slowly. Guess that’s the last of me sleeping in public, he thinks with a grimace. Life was so much simpler before he got involved with all of this.

But then you wouldn’t have met Y/N, he reasons. And though he’d started looking after you because Eddie had asked him to, he continues to do so because he genuinely wants to. Bringing you comfort and making you smile means the world to him. And your laugh? It’s like music to his ears. Damn, Robin was right–he was down bad.

Maybe one day, I’ll tell her. Once she stops wishing I was Eddie when she wakes up. Then I’ll tell her.

You’re waiting for the nurse to come back to bring you for your x-ray, sitting on the examination table and swinging your legs. Your nausea has mostly subsided; now, your stomach is loudly grumbling. Pasta still sounds unappealing, but maybe you can manage soup and a few Saltine crackers. If only this grumpy nurse would put a move on it, and you’d be home snuggling under your blankets. Steve would probably watch a movie with you; you’ll let him pick since he’s been doing so much for you.

After what seems like ages, the nurse shuffles over to you. “Your bloodwork results are in,” she announces. “Everything looks good; no anemia or anything of the like. Unfortunately, we will not be able to perform the x-ray, for the safety of your baby.”

You let out an incredulous laugh. “My…baby? I don’t have a baby,” you tell her. “I’m only nineteen!”

She flips through your chart. “The pregnancy test we ran came back positive,” she says, frowning. “When was your last menstrual period?”

“It was…” you think back, and your mouth goes dry when you realize it was mid-March. “A few weeks before the earthquake,” you choke out.

“I see,” she continues. “That would put you at around ten weeks pregnant.” She makes a note on your chart before pressing on. “And have you had any other pregnancy symptoms? Nausea, fatigue, mood swings, food aversions?”

All of them, you think miserably. You had chalked everything up to stress and grief, but the truth was so blatantly obvious that now you felt foolish. You nod dumbly as she writes it down. You and Eddie had been so careful, always using protection. The only exception was that one night, between visits to the Upside Down. Eddie pulled you into an empty bedroom in the Wheeler house, tears pricking at his eyes.

“I need you,” he’d said. He was trembling when he spoke to you. “I’m s’fucking scared. Just need to be as close to you as I can.”

You’d kissed him, gently but passionately. His hands slid under your shirt as he brought your body even closer to his. His tongue parted your lips as you both fell onto the bed, clothes tossed onto the floor haphazardly. Eddie’s nose nudged your own, a mixture of your tears and his staining your cheeks.

“I love you,” he’d managed between sobs, pushing into you with a soft hiss. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Whatever happens tonight, I want you to know that.”

A small moan escaped your lips as he filled you entirely. “Nothing’s gonna happen,” you reassured him, though your confidence had lowered considerably since actually seeing the monsters that awaited your return. “We’ll be fine. You’re gonna graduate, move into my apartment, and we can finally begin our lives together.”

But it was like Eddie didn’t hear you, like he already knew none of that would happen. “Jus’ hold me, please,” he whispered, fingers digging into the small of your back.

You’d wrapped your arms around him, murmuring, “My beautiful, beautiful boy. It’s only ever been you, only ever will be you.” You brush his curly hair out of his eyes as the two of you work in tandem, focusing only on each other. There was no time to worry about birth control with the potential end of the world just hours away.

“You still have options, but you don’t have much time to make a choice.” The nurse's voice breaks your trance. She hands you a list of providers, giving you the closest expression to a comforting smile she’s shown all evening. “Whichever decision you make, just know it will be the right one.”

Your good hand instinctively flies to your stomach. The fact that there’s a little Eddie in there leaves you breathless. There’s no evidence of a bump yet, but at ten weeks along, you know it’s not far off. You’re carrying Eddie’s baby, and he’s not even alive to be there for you. Had to be a goddamn hero for a town that hated him, neglecting to notice that he’d be leaving behind the love of his life.

The nurse wraps your arm in a sling, and you make your way back out to the waiting room. Steve jumps up as soon as he sees you enter.

“Verdict?” he asks, grimacing at the bandage. “You gonna need an amputation?”

Normally, you’d laugh at his silly joke, but you can’t manage it. “‘S all good,” you say, unable to meet his eye. There was no way he could know about your pregnancy. Not because he’d run away screaming; just the opposite, actually. He’d want to continue doting on you and your unborn child, and you couldn’t take any more. You were so tired of being his pathetic little pity case. No, you and Eddie had gotten yourselves into this, and since Eddie wasn’t here, you had to deal with it by yourself.

The drive back to your apartment is silent, which Steve chalks up to you having a long day. He pulls into his usual parking spot–management might as well reserve it for him at this point–and pauses before turning off the ignition.

“Don’t worry about dinner; I can run out and grab fast food or something,” he tells you.

“Actually, I think you should go home,” you blurt out. “I want to be alone tonight.”

To your surprise, he looks crestfallen; you’d thought he’d be relieved to get a break from your night terrors. “Okay…I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

You shake your head. “We’ve been spending a lot of time together, and maybe we should try to get through this without each other.” The words hurt as they leave your lips, but the thought of him, not Eddie, getting you through your pregnancy is too harsh to bear.

“Did I do something to upset you?” he muses. “If I did, I’m really sorry…” You can practically see the cogs turning as he tries to figure out what he did wrong.

“No, Steve, it’s…” What could you possibly say to him? It’s not you, it’s me? Or, more accurately: it’s not you, it’s the unborn child I have with my dead boyfriend? “It’s just a lot right now, and…and I need a little space.” Still cliche, but you can’t muster up a better excuse.

Steve drops his gaze to the gearshift. “Yeah, sure,” he mumbles. “Um, I guess, let me know if you need me.”

I won’t. “I will,” you lie easily, dashing through the doors before you start to cry in front of him.

Steve watches as you leave his car, confusion written all over his face. He had one job—to take care of you for Eddie—and he’d failed without even knowing. He slams his hands against the steering wheel. “Fuck!” he cries out. He throws the car in reverse and speeds away, fury and tears blurring the road in front of him.

In the comfort of your apartment, you finally sit down on your bed, relishing in the silence and familiarity. “It’s just you and me, little bean,” you whisper down to your still-flat belly. “We’re gonna get through this together.”

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0oolookitsme · 1 year

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The Most Handsome Man

Type- One-Shot! (First one of model!h so yay!)

Verse- Model!Harry x Fashion Designer!Y/n

Word Count- 2.02k

Warnings- Smut... and oh, this is not proofread. Heheh

A/N- I'm so sorry (or am I?) for not completing the last scene lmaoo

Silence fell after all the cheering for Harry's 'iconic model walk' at the 2023 Versace Spring collection for men. He had been wearing a pink shirt, fully unbuttoned with nothing on under it, and a pair of sheer white pants on his bottom half. Everyone had raved about how no one, no one but Harry, could pull off that outfit and steal the whole show.

The one clip of him taking a turn to the left of the runway and winking at the camera filming him from a lower level with his infamous lopsided grin had everyone drooling on the floor. It was reposted again and again on all of the social media apps, quickly becoming viral all over the internet.

"Well, Y/n. Enough about Harry, it's been more than 15 minutes talking about him, it's your turn now." Graham said, narrowing his eyes when Y/n mouthed 'Oh no'.

"How do you feel about Harry walking for another brand, wearing clothes designed by another designer?" he asked, leaning on the arm of his couch as if ready for a statement that he could use to spice up the interview.

"He really pulled it off damn well, obviously. The show was marvellous, the clothes absolutely stunning and the models killed it!" Y/n replied, realizing how disappointing that must have been for the media. "And, Harry hasn't like ...signed up a contract to walk only for Gucci and wear clothes designed only by me, you know? Like whatever he does, he absolutely puts his best into it, so it doesn't really matter who he is walking for until he decides to perform partiality and walk like a god for one show and bad for another" she finished, joining everyone else with the laughter.

She glanced at Harry once, just for some validation for what she said and immediately released the tension from her shoulders the moment he passed her that damn smile.

Graham passed her a 'well done' smile, sighing and letting out a "Hmm, nice."

He shuffled the question cards in his hands and almost in no time his head shot up with his brows raised so high that Harry and Y/n just knew that whatever was coming couldn't be so nice for them. It was, no doubt, everytime a question the answer to which could get them dragged if they were to answer it wrong

"I totally forgot about this!" He shrieked, chuckling a little what seemed like evilly. "Y/n," he dragged her name, looking at her with a playful expression that made the crowd laugh again.

She couldn't help but quickly go over everything that he could've found out about in her brain. With a straight posture, she let out a tense chuckle, adding to the humour unintentionally.

"Harry, here, is a well know good-looking young man, everyone knows that. But this week, he has been named the most handsome man! His face almost corresponds with the ancient geek measurement for perfect beauty and proportion. It's called the golden triangle, you see," Graham went off, not really showing where he is going with this.

Clearing his throat, he continued. "So tell me, y/n, what is it like to be dating the most handsome man in the world?" He asked and the crowd roared with hoots, cheers, and laughter.

Oh, it wasn’t as hard of a question as they were expecting.

Harry hid his face behind his hands, pretending to be blushing hard while kicking his feet.

"Umm... it's definitely hard because he's a narcissist. And, now it's pretty safe to say I'll forever hate you for telling him this and blowing his ego off the roof," looking at Harry she grinned. "But it's nice too, he's a lovely fella," she added, nodding along with Graham.

"Leave her, Harry. She doesn't understand how extraordinary you are!"

"Oh yeah, but Graham totally does! If you take any advice from me, H, let it be this one- choose Graham," Y/n said in a faux serious tone, patting Hary's knee while looking towards the crowd, breaking out laughing when Graham too pretended to blush.

"Oh stop it, you. We know you had him at 'H'," he waved her off, looking at Harry who had his hand over his heart.

"Okay everyone, this interview has been going on for more than 30 minutes now," Graham panicked looking at his watch. "Please say a huge thanks to my guests tonight, Mr. Harry Styles and Ms. Y/n Y/ln!"

"Now what should they say, Harry?"

"They should subscribe to this channel."

"There you go, thank you."

The crowd cheered for them as they bid their goodbyes and left the stage. At the back, both hugged Graham, everyone in a hurry due to the unexpected delay. "I just can't keep up with time around you two," he said, laughing as he hurried somewhere else.

Y/n knew something was off when Harry didn't act much about being the most handsome man as they were being escorted out of the building to their car. Then, on the way, sleep overtook her. Not being a morning person and having to wake up at 5 in the morning over that was not something she could cover up with caffeine.

It was when they were nearing their home that she woke up. Something stopped her from raising her hand, turning to see she felt something heavy on her preventing her from moving even.

Just tilting her head, she smiled at the sight. Harry had intertwined their hands as his body had fallen onto hers, his head on her shoulders with his lips parted.

Thinking about all the stuff she had to do, she forgot about his tiredness. With all the shows he had done the past week, and then having to proceed with a meeting every single day and even online interviews, he hadn't even had the time to relax other than just straight up passing out the moment his head would hit the pillow.

He looked so calm that she didn't wanna wake him but the car turned in the driveway and she raised her other hand to tap his cheek. "Wake up, darling," she spoke slowly, lingering her finger near his open mouth to wake him faster.

It made her laugh, how he smacked her finger away before blinking his eyes open. "Hello there," she greeted him, feeling a lot better after her nap.

But he grunted in return, slumping down further on her.

"We are home, H. C'mon, you can go back to sleep once we're in," she said as she opened her door and dragged him along with her.

Quickly, she appreciated the driver, wishing him a good night as Harry rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, walking towards the door slowly. "I really want to have a drink, my head hurts like it's been hit so hard," he mumbled as Y/n caught with him with her heels in her hands.

"It was probably hit hard when you were a child, considering you are pretty dumb now," she laughed, making a face at him when he clicked her on the head.

After some fumbling for the keys and failing more than thrice because Harry wouldn't stop pressing small pecks of kisses here and there on the skin that was exposed and near to him, Y/n finally pushed the door open and pretended to bang Harry on the head.

"Dear God! You will accidentally kill me someday!" He claimed, laughing when she almost wheezed while clutching her stomach. "We haven't even had a drink and you already seem drunk," he mumbled as he took off his shoes.

He walked on behind her while taking off his suit, swinging it over his arm as she was already onto pouring their drinks. She didn't need to ask what he wanted, it was always the same. Whiskey. And he knew what she'd take- white wine, no questions asked.

It was fitted in her system, that white wine freshened her up. No one knows where that came from, it just does.

Y/n passed him his glass, filled with some ice and his drink, and came to stand just opposite him with her arms on the countertop, just like his. "Cheers," she mumbled and took her first sip.

It wasn't long before they both finished their drinks and went to pour some more, sharing a guilty glance.

One drink turned into another and the distance between them began to decrease enough to make them buzz with some sort of excitement. Then the slurs turned into their mouths moving in sync as one pushed another's clothes off.

Her hair curtained their faces from one side as he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his hips. He climbed the stairs knowing there was a hundred percent chance they could topple over just because of the force they were enforcing on each other. His hands hungrily moved on her body and her hands tangled their fingers in his locks.

Turning on his heels to push open the bedroom door by his back, his feet carried them straight to the bed. Their mouths parted then, her chest heaving quickly as she lay on the bed, seemingly not sensing the importance of breathing while going for the side of his neck.

But Harry rose up just as her lips settled on his skin, chuckling sweetly at her confusion and look of helplessness.

He dropped down on his knees, on the cold hard ground.

Looking up at her as if she were a goddess, he cupped her knees and pushed them farther away from each other. The slight hint of her smell alone snatched his focused gaze from her confirming eyes, to where her drenched panties covered her center.

Pupils darkening with each passing second, Harry placed his hand on her lower tummy, pushing down so that her hips slip, and her throbbing core grows nearer to him. "So fuckin' wet," he said in a voice so soft, and yet it sounded like a taunt.

A lopsided grin stretched out on his lips and carved out one of his dimples as raised his head up once more to take in her expression. Her eyes showered him in praise and begged him to go on, but her breath just hitched. He could tell she hadn't yet started breathing again as his cold hand started crawling up her knee, slipping up higher and closer with each drag of his palm.

His hungry fingers tapped and walked on her skin like a smooth metal ball bouncing up and down her body after slipping down from one's hand. Just as he hooked his finger on her panties elastic line, her thumb hooked itself on the other side and started pushing the thin clothing down. "Ow!" She exclaimed in a voice lower than a whisper when he slapped her hand away, clearly not expecting such harshness from the man who usually lays underneath her every time they're high on lust.

"Don't do that again," he told her, almost frowning, before pulling the clothing down her legs in a rush he's never had before.

Inhaling deeply, he hooked his arms under her knees and pushed them up till his hands reached her boobs and the elbows just a tad above her hips. A small crisscross of his two limbs and she was flipped on her stomach.

"Oh ...my god, H," she gasps, a chuckle leaving her mouth followed by a trembling breath.

"Raise that ass for me, please," he asked her politely, waiting for her to oblige and let her ass rest in front of his sharp V-line. Smirking in contentment when she slowly, but surely, did so. He landed a quick slap to her asscheek before he turned and rested his back on the curve at the end of the bed, quickly hooking his arms around her thighs.

He wanted to taste her first, just like she mostly does. "Ah, fuck," she shuddered as his tongue swiped between her puffy lips, separating them.

"So tell me, darling," he said, replacing his tongue with his thumb. "What's it like... having the most handsome man between your legs?"

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genjispeace · 10 months

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Not in A Fight - Oneshot

In which you tell Genji you can take him, but not in a fight. It awakens his inner playboy, and he immediately wants to see if you really can.

tags: smut and fluff, praise, afab gender neutral reader, unprotected sex, cocky! genji, genji is a tease

a/n: once again, i'm saying that i am not the most well-versed in writing spice, so please go easy on me. this is also not meant to be accurate to the lore. i hope you enjoy <3

You have a habit of letting your eyes wander when you’re sharing a training room with Genji. He’s hard to resist at any moment, but when he’s training, he’s captivating. From the way his movements are calculated and graceful, to how droplets of sweat drip off his hair. It’s mesmerizing, to say the least. It’s that indulgent habit that you are doing now, your eyes scanning over him. He’s sparring with his sword, training against some recruit you can’t remember the name of. A skin-tight black shirt is gripping his body, and you can almost see how his lean muscles move and flex.

The recruit dashes at him, and Genji deflects the attack with ease. The recruit sighs, clearly exhausted at a match-up that is far from fair. You feel for them, you really do. Genji is one of the best, and having a recruit train with him is hardly fair. Though, it is throwing them in head-first. Your training days were a little different, having your main focus being on medicine and not combat, but you still had fighting experience. Though, your training wasn’t with Genji. Despite not training with him at first, the two of you still reached out to each other. You became good friends with ease, and even sparred with him a few times. Though, it wasn’t serious sparring, and was more like both of you were messing around. Time spent with Genji was so easy, so safe, so calm. It’s no wonder you started to develop feelings for him. You tried to crush those feelings quickly, but it was pointless. Genji Shimada seems to have dug his way into your heart.

“Good work. Go get some rest,” Genji’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. The recruit nods, before grabbing a bottle of water off of a bench and quickly leaving the training room. That leaves you and Genji alone. He walks to you, reaching behind you and grabbing a towel off the rack. Your breath catches in your chest when his arm just barely grazes your skin. He rubs the towel against his forehead, then lays it across his shoulders.

“Wanna spar?” He asks. A cloth mask is covering his face, but you can sense the smile on his features.

“Not today,” you say softly. You can hardly focus now, you would be a fumbling mess trying to spar with him. One of his eyebrows quirks up as he looks at you. His rich brown eyes always seem to see right through you, and it’s frustrating to say the least.

“You scared?” You hear the joke in his tone, and you snort out a laugh.

“You don’t scare me, Genji,” you say. Your voice trails off, then you have to hide a smirk as you say the rest. “I could take you.”

“You are talented. I wouldn’t doubt it,” he says back, and your smile only grows larger. Your confidence grows at the way he watches you. You couldn’t take him in a fight. He’s much better than you, and always will be, but you didn’t mean in that way.

“I don’t mean in a fight, Genji,” you say. The two of you tease each other often, so this is nothing new, but a look of shock takes over his face. His eyes widen, and he chokes out an awkward laugh. Your cheeks flare red, matching the blush on his skin you can just barely see. Genji seems to be stunned into silence, and you curse at yourself in your head. What if that teasing was a little too far? You smile awkwardly and walk past him, toward the door to the training room. You’re about halfway there before he steps in front of you silently. You almost jump. It’s so hard to get used to how fast and quietly he is able to move.

“Jesus, Genji!” You yelp, catching your breath from the minor scare he gave you. You start to laugh, but it dies when you see his face. His eyes are focused on you, darkening with each passing second.

“Do you really think you could take me?” Genji says. A shudder runs along your spine at the sudden rasp in his voice. You recover quickly, a smile spreading across your features.

“Easily.” You say. The challenge is apparent in your voice, and you know Genji picks up on it by the way his eyes darken even more, and a muscle in his jaw ticks. You barely get any warning before his hands are wrapped around your arms and he’s moving you across the room. Your breath is nearly knocked out of you when he pushes you against a wall, your back against him. You brace your hands on the wall, feeling your face heat up. He leans into you, and you can feel his hardening length pressing against your back. He lowers his head until you can feel his breath against your neck.

“You are so lucky I have a meeting later, or I would bend you over the weapons table and test that confidence, angel,” he growls into your ear. You shiver as you feel his hand snake around your body. One hand wraps around your wrist, keeping you pinned to the wall, while his metal hand reaches in between you and the wall. He pulls your shirt up slightly and runs his hand along the skin by your waistband, the metal a chilling contrast to the heat on your skin. You have to bite your lip to keep a whimper from escaping at just that.

His hand starts to dip even lower, slipping under your waistband. He just barely touches you, a ghost of the sensation tingling against you. You rest your forehead against the wall, and hear a chuckle behind you.

“Look at you, already falling apart and I’ve barely even touched you,” his voice is laced with a mock sweetness that goes straight to your core. This time, you can’t bite back the whimper that escapes, and you feel the way Genji stiffens behind you at the sound.

“Please,” you whisper out, and you know you sound far too gone. Genji tuts, then you feel the mask pressing against your skin. He slips the mask down just enough to press a soft kiss against the skin of your pulse point.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he says against your skin. “If you can take me, surely you can wait and survive the antics, angel,”

“No, please,” you choke out, but he backs away from you. You stay braced against the wall, panting wildly. You knew he had been a playboy before, knew he would be a master of teasing, but you never knew it would be like this. He spins you around, cupping your face. You look up into his dark eyes, which soften at the sight of you. He pulls his mask back down and pulls you into a kiss. His kiss is rough, claiming, like he is marking you as his and his only. You kiss him back, trying to get as close to him as possible. A soft moan escapes your throat when he runs his tongue along your lower lip, and he so eagerly accepts the access you gave him.

The two of you start pushing each other further, and when you grind against him, he grunts and pulls away. A smirk takes place on his features before he hides it behind the mask, and then looks back at you.

“Patience, my love. We’ll get there,” he says. Your heart jumps at the pet name, which feels like more than lust. Before you can think of that anymore, he speaks again. “I told you I have a meeting. You’ll have to wait. But you can take it, right?”

Fuck. He really has you in a box here, and he knows it. Part of you wants to cuss him out for it, for being so damn cocky, but you got yourself into this. You nod, not trusting yourself to be able to form words.

“Good,” he whispers, then backs away from you. You sink against the wall, your breath still wild and erratic. You can see the smile in his eyes when he sees how he’s made you, and then he leaves you there, in the training room, out of breath.

The next few hours were torture. You tried to distract yourself by training more, but that didn’t work. You walked back to your room and took a shower, but it didn’t quell the heat on your skin and inside you. You ended up laying in your bed, your fingers twitching with the urge to touch yourself. You managed to not do that, though.

That’s exactly how you are lying when you hear a knock on your door. You rise quickly, and see Genji step in, closing and locking the door behind himself. He’s changed since the training room, now in a sweater and jeans, and his hair still has the gleam of wetness from a shower. A black mask rests over his face.

“I hate you,” you say to him, and he only laughs in response. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

“I thought you could take me,” he says, quirking an eyebrow as he crosses the room to you.

“I can,” you say, your stubbornness unwavering.

“Then prove it,” he says as he reaches you, his hands immediately finding your hips. His fingers curl into your skin as he pulls you toward him, and you know there will be bruises there in the morning.

“How can you tease like that without it affecting you?” You say, your voice nearly dying in your throat when he grinds onto you. He chokes out a dry laugh.

“Unaffected? You really don’t know what you do to me, do you?” He says. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to focus in that meeting when all I could think about was you? About making you beg for me?”

“I don’t beg,” you retort back, mostly to hide the way your heart jumps in your chest.

“We’ll see about that,” he says, but before you can say anything back, he pushes you down onto the bed. He follows you onto the bed, leaning against you until his face is buried in your neck. You hear the strings of his mask snap, then his lips are against your skin. He presses a soft kiss above your pulse point, then sucks on the skin. His tongue darts out over it, then he’s pulling away from you. He leans down against you again, pressing his lips to yours this time. This kiss is different from the other, though. This one is more controlled, slower, like he is savoring you. You moan when he grinds down onto you, his length teasing against your core, and he takes the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. You try to fight for dominance against him, but he takes it without much of a fight. You melt against him, and it’s almost embarrassing how quickly he is able to turn you into putty in his hands. You probably would be embarrassed if your brain wasn’t so fogged with lust.

He breaks the kiss and pulls back, his eyes darting across your face. A smile grows onto his face, and you feel the way your cheeks heat up under his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says. You shake your head, but you can’t ignore how that makes your heart beat a little too fast.

“I bet you tell everybody that,” you joke. Maybe he does. He was a playboy after all.

“No, just you,” he says, his hand reaching to your face and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. It’s oddly tender, given your current situation. “You’re also the only person who has seen my face in a time like this.”

You stare back at him, taking in all of his scars, his dark hair falling over his face, the metal you can currently see that isn’t covered by his clothes. You’ve seen his face here and there before, but why would you be the one that he lets see his face in an intimate moment like this? What is special about you?

You can’t think about it much more, though, because his hands dip under your shirt and any train of thought you had is gone now. He pushes up, your shirt moving until your chest is completely bare for him. You sit up slightly, tossing the shirt over your head and somewhere onto the floor, before he pushes you back down and his hands run along your body. He stops at your breasts, his metal hand pinching one of your nipples. You squeak, the mix of pain and pleasure catching you off guard. Though, it isn’t unwelcome by any means. He keeps rolling one of your nipples between his fingers as he leans down and pulls the other one into his mouth. He sucks on it, then ever so softly bites it. A whimper escapes at the sensation, and you can feel how he smiles against your skin.

He only gives your breasts a little bit more attention before he is kissing down your body. Each touch of his lips against your skin leaves you even more and more breathless. When he reaches the waistband of your pants, he dips his fingers under them.

“Lift your hips,” he purrs against your skin. You obey his order as soon as it leaves his mouth, and he pulls your pants and underwear down and off. The chill of your fan kisses your hot skin and leaves you shuddering. It doesn’t go unnoticed that he’s now fully clothed while you are completely bare. He pauses, his eyes racking up and down your body. His gaze is heated, and he leans back to take all of you in. That only makes a shy smile grow on your face, and you reach up to cover your face with your hands. He moves faster though, just like he always does, and he catches you by the wrists.

“No, don’t hide from me,” he whispers. His eyes are still dark, wicked, and warm, but they soften when he sees the smile on your face. He releases your wrists and your hands fall onto the bed, his order clearly heard and obeyed.

“Genji,” you whisper out his name like some sort of prayer.

“Hm?” He asks, one of his hands gingerly touching along your stomach. He’s so close to where you need him, but he feels oh so far away.

“Touch me,” you breathe out. He just smirks, his touch now running up and down one of your thighs.

“I am touching you, angel,” he says, resulting in a groan from you. He really is such a cocky playboy. You don’t want to eat your words, you really don’t, but you need him, his hands, his tongue, anything.

“Please,” you beg. His eyes grow even more wicked, his smile damn near evil, as his touch gets even closer. His metal hand ghosts along your core, damn near touching your clit, but painfully not close enough. He moves a few inches back, until he is able to kneel on the floor and be level with your core. A kiss presses to your thigh, then ghosts over your sex. It’s barely there, teasing in a way that almost hurts.

“Please, Genji,” you beg again. All thought about not wanting to eat your words is gone, completely overshadowed by lust and need.

“I thought you didn’t beg,” he says. You start to bite something back, but the words die as soon as his hand finds your clit. You take in a hiss of breath at the sudden direct contact as he makes slow circles around it. You roll your head back, letting a moan escape your mouth.

“So, so pretty,” he says softly. Then his fingers are gone, and you whimper out loudly. “Shhh.”

His fingers are quickly replaced by his tongue. He laps at your core, and your legs clench around his head. Your hand even finds his hair, digging in and pulling ever so slightly on the soft strands. He groans against you, and the vibration is enough to send shivers up and down your spine. You try to form words, to ask for more, but he gives it to you before you can. One of his metal fingers delves into you, pumping slowly in rhythm with his tongue. You whimper, your legs already damn near shaking. His hands, his tongue, they’re the closest thing to holy that you have ever experienced.

It barely takes any time for you to be writhing under him. It’s like he knows exactly what to do to make you come undone. Whines and whimpers fill the room as he keeps his steady pace on you, until you’re damn near speechless.

“Genji, I-” you say, but no other words come out. He picks up his pace ever so slightly, and eventually you’re grinding down onto his hands and tightening your legs around his head. The way he is able to recognize how your body is responding to him is impressive, to say the least, and your orgasm starts to rock through your body. You dig your nails into his scalp as your legs start shaking, and you start to see stars dance along your vision. He continues to lap at your core through your orgasm, never letting up on you. Your legs keep shaking, and he wraps one of his arms around one of your thighs to steady you. He guides you through the overstimulation with expert grace, until you’re damn near sobbing from the sensations.

He eventually relents, pulling away from your core and pressing soft kisses along your thighs. He lets you come down from your high, his lips soft against your skin the whole time. But you know he can’t be done. He’s hardly the type to stop now.

“Do you have any condoms?” His voice snaps you out of a daze. It takes a moment for your brain to connect the dots, but you shake your head.

“I don’t want to use one. Not with you,” you say softly. You’ve been on birth control since becoming a recruit at Overwatch. He nods, then yanks his sweater over his head. You watch the way his lean muscles move under his skin, the way his abs move with each breath, the way metal is part of his body. It’s beautiful, he’s beautiful. He doesn’t seem to be insecure under your gaze, because he lets you watch him, then starts to unbutton his jeans. You can hardly focus on anything when you see the bulge in his jeans. You always wondered if his cock was metal or flesh, and you get your answer when he pulls his jeans and underwear down past his hips. It’s flesh, as are his thighs. The metal doesn’t start until just above his knee on one of his legs. Another time, you would love to take his entire body in your gaze, to drink it all up and run your hands, and lips, along each and every place and scar. Now, though, he cuts off your staring when he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

The two of you are somehow closer than you were any other time, and your breath catches in anticipation when you feel him at your entrance. His dark eyes flick up to watch your face as he pushes into you. Your back arches into him as you whimper, but you don’t miss the way he groans. He stays still for a few moments, letting you adjust to his size. You should have known he wasn’t small, not with how cocky he is.

He starts to move, ever so slowly, but it’s enough to make your mind spin. He feels so fucking good. You whisper out his name, and he responds by leaning against you and kissing you. It’s sloppy, but his lips are still divine. Your hands find purchase along his back, your nails digging in slightly. One of his hands, the metal one, reaches between you and starts moving in slow circles against your clit. You pull away from the kiss as your body arches into him even more, and he drops his head to press kisses against your neck. A moan, somehow mixed with a whimper, escapes your lips and you feel him smile against your skin.

“Still think you can take me?” He says against your skin, then pulls back to look at you. His eyes are so wicked, so warm, and he’s watching you with a smile on his face. He’s smiling while he’s making you come undone.

“Okay, okay! You’ve proven your point. Please,” you say, your voice breaking on the last word. His smile grows even larger, if that’s at all possible, and then he picks up his thrusts. His metal fingers still toy with your clit, and the combination of sensations has you teetering over the edge all too quickly.

“You do take me so well, angel,” he says. You can only whimper as a response, afraid of how you would sound if you tried to talk.

“So fucking good for me,” his praise continues, and those words, combined with his deep thrusts and touch, is enough to send you over the edge. You cry out his name, your legs shaking around his hips and your nails digging into his back. This orgasm rocks you harder than the other one, which you didn’t think would be possible, and your legs twitch as your climax takes over. Your eyes roll, your back arches, and his thrusts never stop.

He’s unrelenting, and it rocks through your entire body. Stars take over your vision again, and you think you whimper out his name again. His thrusts start to get sloppy, like the feeling of your orgasm on him impacted him. You hold onto him as he continues thrusting into you, but you can tell he is losing his composure. You run your hands up and down his back, just softly scraping the skin with your nails, as his orgasm starts to take over him. His head falls into the crook of your neck, and you softly run your fingers through his hair as he moans against your skin. His orgasm hit him as hard as yours hit you, if this is any indication.

He almost collapses onto you once his high comes down, but he holds himself up with one arm. The two of you stay like that for a few moments, out of breath and holding each other. Neither of you speak, but it’s a comfortable silence.

He eventually does get up, a shiver going through your body at the lack of contact when he’s gone. You hear the sink in your bathroom run, but your legs are far too numb for you to get up and see what he’s doing. He comes back quickly, a washcloth in hand. You feel the warm cloth against your skin. He cleans you carefully, his delicate touch a dizzying contrast to how he was before.

He discards the cloth and then climbs into the bed with you, pulling you into him until you are laying across his chest. He seems to know just how jelly-like your legs currently are, because he helps you move until you’re under the blankets with him, cuddling up against his body. You make a content little noise, and hear a chuckle from him.

“I stand corrected,” he says, and you look up to see him. He smiles down at you, then speaks again. “You definitely can take me.”

“Well, you took awfully good care of me,” you say back, a sleepy smile on your face. He laughs again, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Don’t stroke my ego, love,” he says. There’s that pet name again. He says it with such softness, such tenderness, it feels like the result of more than lust.

“I’ll take you again too,” you laugh out.

“Let me take you on a date or something first. I want to properly try this with you,” he says. Despite everything the two of you just did, your cheeks flare red again. You bury your face in his neck, hiding the pink tint of your face. He just..confessed to you that this is more than lust, that he wants to properly take care of you, take you out, not just fuck again.

“I’d like that,” you say against his skin, pressing a kiss into his neck like he did so many times to you. He pulls you closer, if that’s even possible, and the two of you settle into a soft sleep like that, holding each other and with smiles on your faces.

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Not So Sweet Dreams

Brooklyn wakes up from a bad dream looking for Jack.

A/N: Just something silly because I wanted to write for Dad!Jack

"Ugh, that doesn't sound good at all." Jack raked his finger through his hair, blinking his eyes to try to help him focus again. He'd been up all night in his home studio trying to finish a track, and between work and taking care of a toddler and newborn baby, he was spent.

His eyes were starting to burn from trying to concentrate through his exhaustion. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stave off a tension headache.

"Maybe this", he mumbled to himself, changing the tempo on the first verse. He played it back, listening through his headphones, resting his hands on his head. He immediately hated what he heard, groaning as he pressed pause.

He grabbed his phone, squinting his eyes at the bright backlight: 2:30AM. You would be up soon for your night feeding with Aaliyah. Resolving he wasn't going to get anywhere soon with his work and he needed a break, he decided to get up to go make the bottle so it would be ready for you when you woke.

"Daddy?" Jack heard the whisper of a tiny voice and patter of feet down the hallway, Brooklyn standing in the doorway of his studio.

"What's wrong, baby?" He slipped his glasses on so he could see her better. She had the cutest bead head, her curls sticking up in all directions, her stuffed elephant that her Uncle Clay had given her tucked under her arm.

"I had a bad dream", she whimpered, wiping her face.

"C'mere, Brookie", she ran over to him, Jack lifting her into his lap.

"You had a bad dream?" Jack asked, pushing her hair out of her face. She nodded her head, leaning against his chest.

"Do you wanna tell me about it?" She gave him no response, only nuzzling her head in the crook of his neck.

"Ok, well, you're safe with Daddy, ok? I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, trying to get back to work.

"What are you doing?" Brooklyn whispered, suddenly interested in her dad's computer with all of the pretty colors. Jack leaned back in his chair, shifting Brooklyn so she could see his setup.

"I'm working on my music, but I'm stuck."

"Can I help?" Brooklyn looked up at him, tears still brimming in her lashes.

"Yes, I would love your help." He wiped the wetness under her eyes with his thumb, rubbing her back to comfort her.

He searched his catalogue for a sample he was considering, pressing play. The instrumental had a strong base line, something he thought he could rap against, but wasn't really sure about.

"What do you think about this one?" He nodded his head along to the beat, watching for her reaction. Brooklyn scrunched her face in disgust, covering her eyes.

"I don't like it. It's too loud." Jack chuckled, making Brooklyn giggle.

"I agree. It's too loud." He searched for a slower sample, pressing play again. "What about this one?" The speakers played a steady instrumental with string instruments in the background. Brooklyn immediately smiled, wrapping her arms around Jack's neck as she sat up.

"Ooh, its so pretty!", she exclaimed, "I like that one, Daddy".

"Me too, baby." Jack jotted down notes to let his production team know that he wanted to use that beat for his next album. If Brooklyn said it was good, it had to be good.

They sat together for a few more minutes, Jack trying to explain music production as well as he could to a four year old. His phone alarm went off exactly at 3:00AM.

"C'mon lets make the bottle for baby sister." Jack carried Brooklyn to the kitchen, setting her on the kitchen counter. He went through the motions of getting the formula ready, setting a sippy cup aside for Brooklyn.

"Daddy?" Brooklyn's voice was just above a whisper as she got Jack's attention, making him turn to her. "Yes, baby?" She messed with the strings of his hoodie before her fingers found his beard.

"In my dream, you and mama were both Giraffes and I was a giraffe too, but I was smaller than you, so when you ran away, I couldn't reach you. It made me sad." Jack had to a stifle a laugh when he saw Brooklyn's serious face on the verge of tears again.

"I know that sounds scary, but mama and I would never run away from you, B, so you have nothing to worry about." He handed her a cup of warm milk, hoping it would help her get back to sleep again. She took a couple sips, starting to yawn. "Let's go to bed, baby girl."

"Can I sleep with you and mama?" She rested her head on his shoulders, allowing her eyes to flutter closed.

"Of course, baby."

You were already awake, holding Aaliyah in your arms on the bed, when Jack walked into the bedroom. He placed Brooklyn down next to you, tucking her under your comforter before handing you the bottle.

"I can feed her, babe." Jack yawned as he sat next to you on the bed, his shoulders slumping over.

"It's okay, I've got it. When's the last time you slept, Jack?" He shrugged, running his finger along Aaliyah's cheek while you fed her.

"I honestly stopped tracking after being awake for 12 hours straight. I was working downstairs when Brooklyn woke up." You both looked over at your daughter, who was now sound asleep, her pajama shirt soaked in milk.

"She said she had a bad dream. That you and I were Giraffes and we ran away from her or something. You should have seen her, babe, she was in tears. I have no idea where she could have gotten it from." You grinned, letting out a quiet laugh.

"I think I know. I was so tired of watching Bluey this morning, so I may have changed the channel to The Discovery Channel and let her watch Blue Planet. I just really needed five minutes of quiet." You whined, laying back against the pillows.

"It's okay, baby." Jack took Aaliyah from you, holding her up so he could burp her. You rested your head against his shoulder, fighting sleep as hard as you could. "I'm home tomorrow, I can take a little Bluey and Peppa Pig while you get a break. Let's just promise not to let her watch anymore Discovery Channel."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about it. We turned it off as soon as she asked why those two tigers were "wrestling" with each other and making weird noises."

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