#;; I HAVE TOO MUCH ENERGY AND I NEED TO *PATIENTLY* ROLL THESE THINGS OUT 👀

[kaerinio]

i love taking long vacations from work, but i always feel like when i come back, i'm a little too recharged. like, why am i sitting here trying to scheme my way into things above my pay grade? i have a list of initiatives and ambitious projects i want to lead, but i know that if i propose too much at once, imma get burnt tf out! 😩

[bellysoupset]

SOUP!!! i know you’re focusing on the thanksgiving stuff rn and slay yes go off but this is me begging you to torture wendy sometime soon <3333 i know you know i love her and i’m trying SO hard not to be annoying about requesting her too much but ,,,, the type of dopamine i get whenever i read one of *those* fics (wen as sickie) is truly unreal and i’ve been craving it sm lately (and i’ve already reread all your old ones *almost* too many times LMAO) 🤭 also PLS DONT TAKE THIS AS ME PRESSURING YOU OR EXPECTING THINGS FROM YOU‼️‼️‼️ THATS THE LAST THING I WANT‼️‼️ THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU DO‼️‼️‼️ im just putting this out there to gently suggest that you torture her whenever you have the time and energy to lolll <3

the trope can be literally anything you want but i’m really feeling a migraine fic 👀 like a bad one!!! but having her kind of hide it until she can’t anymore? and then vin maybe feeling all guilty about not noticing it sooner + him being all soft and adorable and worried? smiling and blushing just thinking about this ahhhh

thank u sm i love u

🦦

And 🧷 asked:

HI Just jumping on board the girly request train (To add this to your hoard for if you have the time/will). Consider, if you will: Wendy sick at work with Jonah as a not-so-great caretaker having to call Vince like "Come get your girl." (Wendy does deserve belly rubs and also just... hugs. Lots of them. And a gentle smooch on the forehead) (And you know I love bitchy Jonah and I can't think of a shittier caretaker /pos /aff /very affectionate /I love him okay?) -🧷

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Jonah was in a bad mood. Which he knew wasn't saying much, because these days he was always in a bad mood, but whatever. He was in a shitty fucking mood.

Graduation was closer than ever, happening in a little less than two weeks. Meaning he had exactly 4 days to finish all the documentation and essays and double check his hours and also pick an outfit and send the bloody invitation to his mother and stepfather and his father, fuck, he had forgotten about-

"Switch with me," Wendy interrupted his stream of thoughts, entering the office area. Jonah let out a scoff, rolling his eyes.

"Absolutely not," he said, turning back to the paperwork he had been filling in. He had already done his hours in the ER, there was no way he was gonna do Wen's too.

"Please," Wendy said, although she didn't sound like she was asking, "switch with me, I'll take your hours tomorrow-"

"Nope," Jonah shook his head, not bothering to look up from where he was filing up the report of each patient he had had all day, "you're distracting me, Wendy."

"Jonah, I really can't do the ER right now-"

"No one likes the ER," Jonah shrugged, signing his name with a little too much force. He really wanted to go home. It was almost 10 PM and he still hadn't had dinner and although he didn't have classes tomorrow, he had so many things to hand in. Did he revise his residency application?

"Jon, please I..." Wendy whined and Jonah's head snapped up, pissed off.

"Wendy no," he glared at her, "I'm not switching, give up."

She pressed her hands to her face, before letting out a sigh and turning around, wordlessly leaving the office.

Jon's stomach sunk and he felt a pang to his chest, but he stood his ground. He had worked his hours today and he really needed to go home and Wendy was not going to puppy eye her way into getting him to do a double ER shift, not when he was this exhausted, even if it was just the remaining one hour and half.

He got back to the task at hand and by the time he glanced up again, it was time to get going. 11:30 PM, Leo would probably be asleep, Jonah thought sourly, locking all the documents inside of his designated drawer and getting up.

Claire was just getting in as Jonah walked to the doctor's staff to strip his white doctor coat and grab his bag as well as his scarf. She waved at him as he unlocked his locker, "hi, Jon."

"Hi Claire," he yawned, folding his coat.

"Uh..." Claire frowned as she unlocked her own locker. She shared with Wendy, but Wen's clothes were still inside, "that's odd, I didn't see her in the ER..."

Jonah felt a weird sense of unease wash over him. He draped the scarf around his neck, "here, take mine. Just let Todd know when he clocks in..." he said, "I'm gonna check if she's still clocked in."

Jonah hated the guy who had been doing the last round with Wendy. Chris wasn't just annoying as hell, he was also a careless idiot who messed up constantly. Jon had lost count the amount of times he had gone toe to toe with the guy.

"Chris," Jonah said, managing to get him alone just as he turned the hallways, Chris probably going to clock out too, "did you see Wendy?"

"No," Chris scoffed, glaring at him, "not since she bailed on me. If you find her, let her know that she's fucked. I made a complaint with our supervisor."

"What...?" Jonah frowned. Wendy didn't bail, Jon could count in one hand the amount of times she had taken time out of her clinic hours. She often covered for others. She would never just quit and up and leave.

"Yeah," Chris rolled his eyes, "said she was gonna get water and I haven't seen her since. I had to go through all of her fucking patients. Peters is gonna chew her up tomorrow."

"How long ago was that?" Jonah asked, feeling anxiety prickling all over him. This was widely out of characters.

"An hour ago? I don't know," Chris shrugged, before stepping around Jonah, "excuse me."

Jon didn't acknowledge him at all, already fishing his phone out of his pocket and pressing the 3, Wendy's speed dial digit. It rang and rang and no one picked up.

Her car was in the parking lot still, getting covered with snow. Shit.

"Wendy, it's me. Please pick up your phone, I'm worried," Jonah send her a voice message, before immediately trying to call again. If the car was still there, then she was still in the hospital.

The question was where? Their university hospital was a big place, since they were the reference not just for their town but for other five around them. It had four floors and was almost as large as a whole block.

"Shit, shit, shit," Jonah chanted, heading to the main nurse station near the ER. The head nurse from Wendy's shift probably had clocked out already, the new one wouldn't know where she was...

"Marjorie! Nurse Marjorie!" Jonah ran down the hall, catching her just as she was about to walk to walk out of the door to the parking lot. She paused, looking confused and spooked.

"Dr. Banks-"

"Hi," Jonah panted, catching up with her, "sorry, I didn't mean to startle you- Did you see Wendy?"

"Wendy?" she frowned and Jonah nodded.

"Dr. Marshall?"

Marjorie's frown twisted into a grimace, "oh yeah, downstairs," she nodded, "about twenty minutes ago? She was in a bad shape, poor thing."

"A bad shape?" Jonah's heart squeezed and he looked around as if he'd somehow spot Wendy in the crowd that was coming and going, "where was she exactly?"

"Well, I entered the ladies room and she wasn't looking so hot, but she said she'd go home, so..." Nurse Marjorie shrugged, "she's probably left by now."

"Which side?"

"West wing-"

"Thank you," Jonah shook her hand awkwardly, before turning around and running back towards the stairs. He just wished no supervisor saw him running around like that, he'd for sure get called out.

There were two bathrooms down in the west wing, where they got the x-rays exams done. One was gender neutral, then two gendered ones down the long hallway. Jonah made a silent prayer before entering the female bathroom.

It was empty.

Or rather, it seemed empty, but a small sob cued him to the fact that it wasn't so. Jonah power walked across the room, before knocking on the last stall, "Wendy? Wen, is that you?" please let it be her.

There was a small groan from inside, a voice he recognized and he spotted her white shoes peeking out, with the lilac details.

"Wendy, it's me," Jonah knocked again, "can you unlock the door, please?"

"Uhm..." she grumbled from inside and he heard the sound of fingers drumming on the door, as she clumsily attempted to unlock it. It took a minute before she managed to do so and then Jonah pushed it in, regretting it as Wendy let out a whine as the door hit her thigh.

He waited until she moved out of the way to push the door again and Jonah frowned. Wendy was sitting on the ground, one arm draped over the toilet, her head resting on her hand. The little he could see of her face, Jon could tell was extremely pale.

"Goddammit, Wendy..." he crouched down next to her, "Wen? Hey, look at me, sweetheart-"

"Hurss...hurts..." she slurred instead of answering him, her voice barely above a whisper. The toilet was empty, but Jonah could tell she had already thrown up at least once, if the wet spot in front of her baby green scrubs were anything to go by.

"What hurts, Wendy?" he leaned in, planting a hand on her shoulder. She was freezing, even though she was wearing a long sleeved shirt under the short sleeved hospital clothes.

"Head..." Wendy whimpered, curling up even more, sounding dangerously close to tears. She hugged her knees, pressing her forehead to them and rocked back and forth, "I don't feel well, Jon..."

"I know, Dee," Jonah whispered, moving even closer and ignoring the smell of vomit, so he could cup her chin and force her to lift her head, "let me see your eyes, Wendy."

They were filled with tears, squinting from the pain. The minute he raised her face, she flinched from the overhead white light, and gulped nervously, shoving his hand off her face.

"I'm... I'm gonna be sick..." she groaned, leaning over the toilet again. Jonah scrambled forward to grab her hair, immediately gagging as he felt one of the front pieces was already wet and sticky.

He buried his nose in his shoulder, gagging fruitlessly. There was nothing for him to puke and clearly, nothing for Wendy to bring up either, because after a little more retching, she let out a sob and resorted to resting her forehead to the porcelain, sobbing.

"No, darling, don't do that, this is disgusting..." Jonah cooed, sliding his hand between her forehead and the toilet and wrapping his other arm around her waist, pulling her up.

Although she was unstable as a newborn fawn, she didn't immediately collapse, clinging to his coat with all her force. Jonah pushed the stall door open, slowly guiding her to the sinks and Wendy slumped over the granite with her whole body, letting out a whine as he ran his hands under the tap to turn on the motion sensor and then ran his now wet, cold hands on her face, washing her mouth and chin, as well as the sick covered piece of hair.

"Shhh, you're okay, I got you," Jonah whispered, more for his benefit than hers, as Wendy's whole face scrunched up in pain, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes.

"I don't... I don't want you," she groaned and Jonah's stomach turned for a different reason, simple and plain guilt.

"I know, I'm gonna get you to Vin," he answered instead, "I'm really sorry, Wen, I didn't know you weren't feeling well..."

She let out another groan, ignoring his apology and Jonah bit his tongue to stop the string of words he wanted to say. He wanted to apologize again, he wanted to grill her about her symptoms, why she hadn't started off by saying she was sick previously when requesting he switched with her, why she hadn't told him...

She shuddered, hugging herself and Jonah stripped his coat, wrapping Wendy in it and closing the first button on the front. It was far too big for her, it reached the middle of Jon's thighs, but on Wendy the coat was brushing the floor.

Wordlessly she slumped forward, pressing her forehead to his chest and Jonah wrapped an arm around her, guiding her out of the bathroom.

As soon as they reached the ground level floor, she let out a loud whine. The place was much more crowded, so much more noisy, and Wendy let out a sob, pressing her face to his chest with even more force.

"Hurts..." She said, grabbing at the roots of her hair and pulling, to try and escape the pain inside her skull.

He left her planted on the couch in the waiting room, as he sped back to the staff quarters to retrieve her purse, as well as her other belongings. Wendy was rocking back and forth when he got back to her, much to the unnerving of the other patients, who kept glancing at her nervously as it looks like she was going to throw up.

"Okay, let's get you out of here," Jon whispered, wrapping his arms around her and guiding Wendy to the car. She shivered violently once they walked out of the hospital, the drastic temperature change hitting them both. Jon's teeth started to chatter and he forced Wendy to keep moving, pushing her inside her car.

"No, don't do that, Dee," Jonah whispered, holding her head as Wendy tried banging it against the window to stop the pain inside, "shhh, lie back down, lie down..." he lowered her seat a little bit, smoothing the hair out of her face.

Wendy let out a pitiful sniffle, curling up on herself, his coat serving as a blanket on top of her. She turned her head, away from his touch and Jonah's stomach sunk a little more.

He parked inside her building, in her designated spot and then scrolled through his contacts. Wendy seemed to be asleep and he didn't want to wake her up unneededly so.

"Hello?" Vince sounded half asleep and Jonah glanced quickly at the clock. It was almost midnight, no wonder, "Jon?"

"Hey," he whispered, "I have Wendy with me, can you unlock the door, please?"

"Wen... Why? What's wrong with her? Are you outside-" there was rustling around, "I don't see you outside."

Jonah rolled his eyes, "I'm downstairs in the parking lot, she-"

"Is she okay? Let me talk with her."

"She's asleep," Jonah started to say, but Wendy stirred and groaned, turning to blindly grab his phone.

"Is that Vin?" she whined, not bothering to open her eyes and, in Jonah's ear, Vince exclaimed.

"Wendy!"

Jonah let out a scoff, "just unlock the door," then hung up, turning to Wendy, "can you walk?"

"Yes," she said, sounding annoyed. She pushed the door open and stumbled out, bracing against the car and taking deep breaths, "my head is exploding."

"You sound better than before," Jonah said hopefully, circling the car to hold her arm, "c'mon, Dee."

"Uhm..." Wendy slumped against him, letting him guide her the rest of the way and Jonah chewed on the inside of his cheek, pressing the elevator button.

"I'm really sorry about before, Wendy. I had no idea you were sick, if I knew I'd have switched."

"It's fine," she said sourly, crossing her arms, "it's fine."

"Wanna say that one more time?" Jonah said, "doesn't sound fine."

"Shut up, Jonah," Wendy groaned, pressing her forehead to his bicep with all her force, "I don't have the energy for this, just shut up."

As soon as the elevator came to a stop, Vince was already there. In the middle of the hallway, wearing just sweatpants, socks and a huge orange hoodie that made Jonah cringe in distaste. His curls were a messy mane around his head and he had been clearly about to fall asleep.

"Hey, hey..." he crossed the hallway in two steps, cupping Wendy's face, "what's wrong, honey?"

She let out a groan, that quickly morphed into a whimper, "my head..."

"Migraine?" he guessed, glancing up worriedly to Jonah, who flinched as if he was somehow guilty for Wendy's migraine.

"Yes, she threw up earlier-"

"It's not as bad anymore," Wendy scoffed, glaring at his direction, before snuggling up with Vince, wrapping her arms around his middle, "I just wanna lie down."

"Thank you for bringing her home," Vince whispered, offering Jonah a big, relieved smile, which only made him feel ten times more guilty. Vin was unaware to his little conundrum, hugging Wendy to him and bringing her inside the house.

Jonah followed them in, planting Wendy's keys and her purse on the little living room table that was littered with books and notecards, where Vince clearly had been studying.

A minute later Vince emerged from the room, having tucked Wendy into bed, Jon's coat draped over his arm, "here. Thank you Jon..."

"Please don't say that," Jonah cringed, taking the coat back, "tell Wendy to call me when she feels better."

Vince frowned, confused, but he nodded, "yeah, of course. Are you calling a taxi?"

"Yes-"

"You can wait in here," Vince said hopefully, "or just crash the couch, it's no problem-"

"No," Jonah shook his head. He was feeling terrible, he really didn't want to stay and witness anymore of Wendy in pain, "no, I have to go home. Leo's probably having a heart attack, I should've been home two hours ago."

It was a little lie. Yes, Leo would be stressing if he was aware, but more probably he was simply asleep by now.

"Okay," Vince crossed the room and then pulled Jon into a hug, causing the man to let out a startled yelp.

"Let go of me."

"Thanks again, man."

"Yeah, let me go..." Jonah shoved him off, "and tell Wendy not to worry about tomorrow, I'll explain to her supervisor what happened."

"Thank you," Vince nodded, although he wasn't sure what he was nodding along with, "you're a great friend."

Jonah grimaced, "yeah, bye."

[goldenmagnolias]

lost in the labyrinth of my mind

pairing: OC High Lord of Dusk x Archeron!Sister

summary: Reverie Archeron has always been different. Different in a good or bad way depends on who you asked. Now a High Fae, and with another war approaching she tries to be as helpful as she can around Velaris and with her baby nephew, but at a High Lord meeting, the countless dreams she has as a child and the feelings that are not quite hers suddenly make sense and things become something that she never could have seen coming.

a/n: Chaotic High Lord meeting? Mentions of a coup? Unlikely people being civil towards one another? Ophiuchus catching on thing quicker than most and being obsessed with his mate? 👀👀👀 we’ll say hello to chapter 5

masterlist // ao3

CHAPTER V: WAYS, WAR, WRATH & PLANS

Ophiuchus Hesperus was not a patient person. 

It was a nuisance most of the times. Sometimes even to himself. He could remember getting on his mother’s nerves as a child, until she would just laugh and cave in. 

But now, he wasn’t only Ophiuchus. He was High Lord of Dusk. He was responsible for all the people in his court, old and young, friend or foes, and there was clearly a war approaching. 

And yet… yet his mind kept returning to white locks and soft features. 

She looked like an gift sent from The Mother, maybe even made at her very image. He barely was able to pull himself away from the room, yet at the same time couldn’t bring himself to be closer to her; not when she was in such state. He didn’t want to cross any boundaries or cause a bad impression on his mate, by acting like a crazy male. 

He moved into the meeting room, half his mind present, half of it extremely attuned to the golden string alive and singing on his chest. Softly thrumming like piano keys in a soft lullaby. 

‘Feyre tells me to relay to you that she’s awake and well.’ A voice says on his head, and Ophiuchus nods almost unnoticeably towards the mate of his mate’s sister and the Night’s High Lord before placing his mental shields in place. 

“We still do not know what kept your court away.” The Lord of The Day Court, Helion, said looking towards him. 

“We have been working on figuring that out,” Ophiuchus replies, “the barrier was clear, it felt like in consistency like water, and yet, completely unmovable but we were able to see the other side much like glass.” 

After a beat of silence, he added with a slight wince, “One would grow weak in energy if pressing up against it for too long.”

“That sounds like it’s spoken experience.” Kallias comments. 

“I was a nuisance as a child.” Ophiuchus hums, and he doesn’t miss the snort from Darius or Elia, making him roll his eyes, as some of the other high lords look amused. 

“We are not here to hear tales,” The High Lord of Autumn spoke and his heir seemed to be counting in his head, seemingly trying to hold himself back if the way his hands clenched up were anything to go by.

Curious. 

“You asked about the barrier, I’m stating the facts about it.” Ophiuchus says his tone bored. “The difference between tales and history is simply a matter of proof.” 

“When the matter is actually important, we will resume this. I have no time to play house there’s a court I need to run.” Beron Vanserra says before leaving in a winnowing flash, meanwhile his oldest son stays behind. 

“Remind me again why we put up with him.” Thesan says to no one in particular. 

“Because he’s a bastard but still holds autumn power.” Tarquin says. 

“Maybe this should be a reason to consider.” Tamlin, The High Lord of Spring speaks for the first time since he introduced himself. 

“Consider?” The Autumn Heir repeats the men’s words. 

“Say Eris, how many citizens in Autumn despise your father and wouldn’t bat eyes regarding a coup.” Tamlin begins, looking at no one in particular, “Lady Autumn included wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.” 

Ophiuchus catches how the High Lord of Day tenses at the mention of the Lady. 

His eyes glance towards Elia and Silas both who seem to have catch such actions too. 

“That’s treason.” Eris says. 

“Treason per say it wouldn’t.” Tamlin says.

“Are you getting anywhere Tamlin?” Kallias says in a exasperated tone. 

“You do remember Spring and Autumn share barriers,” Tamlin says, “I can count on one hand, those that have had a good word to say about Beron. Your Court alliance is too Autumn not to Beron.” 

“If there’s no alliance to one’s government, there’s no treason committed.” Eris says. 

“That’s actually a fair point,” Rhysand admits, and it looks like it pains him to do so. 

There’s some deep rivalry there, Ophiuchus thinks as he looks between the HIgh Lords of Spring and Night. 

Tamlin just dips his head, in a silent acknowledgment to the statement. 

“You’re all saying we should stage a coup on my father.” 

“Considering he seems to be trying to divert the attention from a very much know and powerful death god.” Helion says, “and that he did seem like he was skittish.” 

“You think he’s aligned himself with-“ The Autumn heir exhales, “I wouldn’t put pass him.” He adds after a beat of silence. 

“If I do it, with your backup. I want my mother out of Autumn first.” 

“And your brother’s?” 

“Lucien is at Night. Callahan, Azar and Conley will have my back.” 

“How can you be sure?” 

“Blood runs thicker than water and in our case. There’s also trauma bonding there and some vengeance wishes that have been long present.” 

“We haven’t even began to see the real Beron Vanserra have we.” Rhysand asks breaking his quiet stance. 

Eris just looks at Rhysand, and Ophiuchus is able to see the second the Heir allows the High Lord to see something on his mind. 

The High Lord of Night eyes are lit in cold fury. “Seems like we now have a plan regarding that.” 

“And Kochei?” Thesan asks, before turning to one of the few woman present at the room, “Queen Vassa, I understand is a sore topic but-“ 

“Ask what you have to ask High Lord, I’m human but not made of porcelain. Im a firebird. I can take a couple hard questions.” 

“I have one then, Your Grace.” Ophiuchus speaks up once something clicks in his mind. Firebird. gaining the attention to him. “Did you see the box?” 

Vassa turns to him so quickly that it’s a wonder how she didn’t break her neck, and Jurian frowns at the action. 

“The dome around my court just started making more and more sense.” Ophiuchus says, with a tired exhale. 

“Meaning?” Kallias asks.

“Meaning. This is something bigger that has been in motion for centuries, and for some reason has only started moving out of the dark now.”

….

Taglist: @imma-too-many-fandoms

[finalgirlkateausten]

"So, who..." "Not going to talk about that." for the Ivy au maybe? 👀

this prompt for this au is absolutely iconic ily ❣️❣️

Ava makes the mistake of heading to the ER's doctor's lounge instead of trekking back up to the CT floor, needing any moment of rest she can steal ten hours into a twelve hour shift. But when she enters the room, Will, Natalie, and April all stop talking, instantly and badly acting like they're focused on random things. Ava rolls her eyes, resisting the urge to tug her lab coat back over her abdomen. "God, you can just ask."

Natalie holds up her hands in a gesture of innocence, and Will grimaces and looks away, but April offers an awkward smile. "Congratulations...?"

"Yes," Ava confirms, the word ending in a hiss of irritation. "I'm pregnant. And I was really hoping I could avoid becoming everyone's business."

"Sorry," Will says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"How are you doing?" April asks, a mixture of curiosity and compassion in her eyes. Honestly, Ava doesn't want either.

"I'm alright, just tired," she answers, her gaze drifting away. She sinks down onto the couch, hoping for a moment to close her eyes, but Natalie speaks before she can actually relax.

"So, Ava," she says, lips pursed, clearly going for nonchalance, "who..."

"I'm not going to talk about that," Ava says, a little more sharply than she means. Between the ache between her eyes and the fuss happening around her, she's at the end of a quickly-fraying rope. But her attempt to firmly end the conversation is foiled by Will.

"Nat," he says, not even doing Ava the kindness of actually addressing her, "it's gotta be Connor."

Ava drops her head into her hands-- she's too stressed and tired to argue, and besides, any protest she could make would only make him more certain.

"Wait, Ava, did you sleep with him?" There's an added weight to the couch, telling her Natalie has taken a seat next to her. She doesn't answer, fast regretting inviting this conversation at all.

"Hey," April interjects, "are we maybe crossing a line? Ava, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"Thank you, April," she sighs. "I don't-- I don't mind people knowing, I just don't want to be everyone's gossip. It feels..." she shudders, picking up her head and running her hands through her hair. "...gross."

She almost regrets her wording at the look on Natalie's face, but really, she can't spare much energy for comforting the other woman, even if her intentions are harmless.

"Hey, sorry," Will offers. "Congratulations. And it's... none of our business."

"Of course not," Nat agrees. "Sorry, Ava. If you need anything, just ask, okay? I'm happy to help."

Ava knows the offer is genuine, but she can't help but feel that she's not sure she knows her well enough to take her up on it. Another thing that's not Natalie's fault; she never really feels like she can connect with people easily, even when there's no reason they shouldn't be her friends. Again, she closes her eyes, too tired to voice any of this. "Thank you, Natalie," she murmurs, her voice almost too quiet for anyone to hear.

"Hey, let's clear out," Will suggests. "I can't even imagine what surgery shifts are like when you're wiped out like this."

"I'll come get you if you're needed for a patient," April promises.

"Good luck, Ava," Natalie says, her hand brushing her shoulder.

Ava makes herself open her eyes to smile gratefully at them. "Thank you."

It's not enough, but it's something.

[jeonbunnie]

nasty

pairing: reader x jeongguk

anon requested: “hi if your requests are open how about a smut fic that's based off nasty by ariana after reading sweetener I definitely need more of those drabbles 👀”

genre: smut, pwp

content/warnings: 18+, established relationship, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie

soundtrack: nasty— ariana grande

a/n: um. . . i don’t know what to say. . . i can’t believe i wrote this. posting this drabble and disappearing fdhjgdfks goodbye (also this is not beta’d).

word count: 1.1k

♪ Don't wanna wait on it tonight, I wanna get nasty ♪

Jeongguk had girlfriends before, but no one’s ever had him wrapped around their finger quite like you. You hadn’t even been dating long—it’d barely been a month since he asked you to be his—but Jeongguk knew he was already in love with you. He’d never felt like this before. His friends all swore you had him under some kind of spell. And maybe you did.

One month with you and Jeongguk lost all his senses.

He was a gentleman at first, patiently following your lead with chaste kisses. He never asked for more, waiting for you to feel completely safe and comfortable with him. And honestly, at the time it had been enough. Hell, he felt lucky just being able to hold your hand. But ever since the two of you went all the way, Jeongguk couldn’t keep his hands off you.

You brought out a desire in him that had him desperate. Insatiable. Jeongguk could never get enough. He wanted to be around you all the time, have you all the time. And while he wasn’t the type to be easily satisfied by a quickie, sometimes Jeongguk just couldn’t help himself.

Like tonight, he imagined taking his time and making you fall apart in bed after your dinner reservation, but one look at you in that pretty pink slip dress and he knew the two of you would never make it out the front door in time.

Jeongguk picked you up, tossing you onto the couch and you squealed, surprised at his sudden shift in energy. “Jeongguk,” you giggled, “what’s gotten into you?”

He grinned at you, making room for himself between your legs. “I’m sorry, but I can’t wait for tonight. I want you now.” It wasn’t long before he shed his clothes, bunched your silky dress around your waist, and sank his full length into you.

Jeongguk couldn’t help but let out a groan. Every time was like the first. Your pussy was so wet, so damn tight—it’s like you were made for him. He rested his forehead against yours, momentarily lost in the feel of you. It takes every ounce of his control to be still and let you adjust to his size. “You’re taking my cock so well. Such a good girl for me.”

You’d never admit it, but Jeongguk knows you love it when he talks dirty to you.

You thrived off the praise. You got off on hearing him say how good you made him feel, how much he loved being inside you. The things that came out of his mouth...Jeongguk said things in bed that were downright filthy, phrases he’d be much too embarrassed to speak aloud when his mind wasn’t clouded by arousal.

But you loved it.

And Jeongguk loved to please you.

“You like that don’t you? Love it when I tell you how good your tight, little, pussy feels around my cock. Don’t ya, baby?” he said,

“Yes,” you panted.

Even now you preened at the sound of his voice, lashes fluttering as you looked up at him. Nothing made him happier than feeling the way your body tremble beneath him when he whispered dirty words into your ear. The way your eyes lit up when he called you his slut.

He just didn’t understand how such a sweet girl like you could be so nasty.

But fuck, did it turn him on.

Tentatively, he rolled his hips into yours, a slow, deep stroke that made you gasp. Jeongguk took pleasure at the slick squelch that came from rocking his hips into you. “You hear that? You're so wet for me, sweetheart.”

“Deeper” came your sweet sigh. Who is he to deny you?

Jeongguk pulled out of you all the way, smirking to himself at the disappointed look on your face as he folded your thighs up to your chest. Then he slammed back into you, thrusting without stopping, harder and faster, till the sound of his balls slapping against your ass filled the room.

“Jeongguk!” You cried out. Maybe it was the new angle, or the sound of your voice, but in a split second, something inside him switched from playful to deadly.

Jeongguk wrapped your legs around his waist, fucking you deeper. “I'm gonna ruin you,” he growled. “Fuck you senseless. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

When you didn't answer right away, he slapped your ass, jolting you from your haze of pleasure. “Answer me when I’m talking to you, pretty girl.”

“Y-yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“I want you to ruin me.”

“Say please,” he said, as he gave you a particularly hard thrust.

“Ah! Shit,” you cursed, breath hitching in your throat when the head of his cock reached that special spot inside you. “Please ruin me, Jeongguk.”

“Good girl,” he said, smiling against your lips.

He kissed you, tongue swallowing up your moans as his hips snapped into you. He took pleasure in knowing you didn’t get like this for just anyone. That it was him making you whine, and curse, and beg, giving it to you like no one else has before.

Jeongguk checked your face only to see you making his favorite expression. Pupils blown, out tongue lolling out the side of your mouth. It was his favorite thing. He’d do anything to get that glassy, blissed out, look in your eye, and keep it there.

Jeongguk covered you in sloppy kisses along your jaw and neck as he pounded into you. He sucked a mark into your skin, and let out a satisfied hum in the back of his throat at the sound of your moans.

He could feel the lopsided grin that spread across his face as pride swelled in his chest. “You sound so sweet when you moan for me.”

He reached between your bodies, fingers circling your clit until he felt you pulsing around him as you came, eyes rolling back in your head.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Your pussy squeezed around him so tight it drove him crazy. In truth, Jeongguk was just as wrecked for you as you were for him. He could feel himself throb inside you—he was close, too. “I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill this pussy up.”

Your nails bit crescent moons into his biceps as he fucked you through your orgasm but Jeongguk was too far gone to care. His hips stuttered once, twice before blinding pleasure overwhelms him.

“Take it baby, take all of me.”

And you did. You took everything he gave you. White, hot, cum spilling against your walls as you clenched down around him, milking him for every drop. Even after he’d spent his cum in you he didn’t stop, holding you close as he rutted deep inside you.

Any early thoughts of taking you out on your date were gone from his mind. All he couldn’t think about was taking you, claiming you, again and again, and again. Tonight he only wanted to be inside you and he was just getting started. He’d keep fucking you in your apartment till the sun came up if you let him.

[sparkledfirecracker]

I AM HALFWAY, I MADE IT! YES!!

Grayson was bouncing off the walls and needing constant entertainment as the excitement of our recent news and his grandparents impending arrival was almost too much for him to handle and while I tried my best to be patient with him, there were lots of preparations that needed our attention and it was all rather overwhelming. I tried to focus Gray’s energy into helping with those tasks - like cleaning and setting up the guest rooms and making sure we had enough food in the house for all the extra people - but when I sent him with Chris to the grocery store and they came home with more junk food than anything else, I realized my mistake. Chris was relegated to dealing with the childcare after that and I handled the rest of the work myself.

This entire paragraph made me laugh. Gray is buzzing, then gets dad into trouble. Lol, one of my favourite memories, go to the shop with dad, because you get everything you want if you whine enough…hahahaha

“Grandma!” Grayson squealed, sprinting down the steps of the porch and throwing his arms around her legs. “You’re here!”

SO EXCITING, EVEN I’M BUZZING FOR THE FAMILY COMING TOGETHER WITH ONE ANOTHER.

“Hi, Monkey,” he chuckled, squeezing me tightly. “How are you doing?”

Not me screaming at their little reunion. Because I know it’s like that for me whenever I see my sister again too 🥺

“Grandpa,” Grayson giggled. “Don’t say shut up. It’s mean!”

Gray grandpa can say whatever he wants, but also, you tell him 😂

“Which is what I’m doing,” I smiled before dramatically curtseying. “Welcome to our humble abode.”

I LOVE THE HUMOR BETWEEN THE ENTIRE FAMILY!

His grin widened as he focused his attention on me.

“Hi!”

HE CAN ALREADY TALK OH MY GOD, TIME IS GOING SO QUICKLY 😫

“Or I can even grab them now,” he offered. “Is it unlocked?”

The house even comes with a butler 🤣

“Did you bring your trampoline?”

SOMEONE GET THIS CHILD A TRAMPOLINE RIGHT NOW! Amazon wishlist? I’ll donate one.

I glared at that suggestion.

This 🤣

“Santa’s sleigh is magic, babe,” Chris grinned. “I think he could make it work.”

Then this 🤣

“Really?” Gray’s face lit up. “You think so?”

And then finishing it off with this 🤣, this is too good. Mum doesn’t want to, dad is in on it, child is happy and excited already and shall be disappointed when it won’t be there now.

“Mama!” Grayson snapped, drawing my attention to where he stood with his hands on his hips. “No hitting. Don’t you remember? We have to be a good example!”

👀 someone’s a quick learner here. I AM SO PROUD OF YOU GRAY 👏🏼, but wait till baby is here and grown up a little, there will be a lot of hitting.

Chris barked out a laugh as he nodded his head.

Meatball wants to get in trouble again now does he 🤣

Jack’s murmured argument was accompanied by a shrug and had his wife, our mother and I all rolling our eyes.

I love all the ladies siding with each other 🥰

It was a relief that we didn’t have to worry about him, but it was making it harder for me seeing how wonderful Grayson was being with Theo - how caring and helpful and encouraging, how he played with him so patiently, and how interested he was in teaching him new things - it all just proved what a good brother he was going to be and had me fighting back my emotions every time they caught my attention.

This was heartwarming to read and yes Gray will be such a great brother.

“Me too,” Chris smiled. “I think this is the longest I’ve ever kept a secret from Ma.”

Agreed; he’s a massive mama’s boy.

“No, not at all,” I shook my head. “Because you passed that trait onto Grayson and I love that.”

This is such a sweet comment to make 🥺

“I’m not that old,” he insisted. “If you were with me because of your daddy issues, I’d probably have to be at least ten years older than I am.”

🤣 I love their back and forth banter

“Me too!” He whined, sounding a bit frantic at the prospect of being left behind as he struggled to get up. “Me too, Neenee!”

🥺, little Theo is such a cutie

“Oh, is it Peter Cottontail?” Theo nodded as soon as the question was out of my mouth and I smiled before taking the little bunny and making him dance as I sang. “Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail, hippity hoppity Easter’s on its way!”

THIS IS SO CUTE 🥰

“No,” Grayson shook his head. “Just turkey! And pumpkin pie!”

Just imagine Grayson and Theo in a turkey and pumpkin pie dress up suit 🤩. Golden vision in my mind.

My mom’s voice drew our attention to the doorway and an amused smile slid onto my face as I shook my head at my family's apparent lack of respect for boundaries.

Lack of boundaries is a common family practice right? 👀 I understand Whit, as frustrating as it is, I understand.

“It’s only eight o’clock,” I pointed out. “It’s not like we’ve been sleeping all day.”

Glad to see that also hasn’t changed 🤣. Older generation and getting up early to get the most out of the day mentality.

“No, it’s not like mine,” she insisted. “It’s confusing.”

I can sense the irritation in this 😂

“You shouldn’t buy such fancy, top of the line products if you don’t want to teach your guests how to use them.”

I AM DEAD! I am so happy I never had a brother, a sister was enough, but this also makes me want to have a brother 🤣

“And me!” Grayson chimed in, oblivious to my irritation.

Gray, read the room. Not the best time. Hahahahha, I love this child and his bad sense of timing which normally is right on point.

“It’s fine,” He assured me, leaning over to place a kiss on my lips. “They mean well.”

It’s not like his naked buttcheeks are poking out.

“I’m sure they do,” he insisted, throwing back the blanket and swinging his legs off the bed. “I’ll go help them turn on the oven before they come back.”

HE’S A MEATBALL, BUT HE’S A KEEPER, SO THAT MAKES HIM YOUR MEATBALL NOW WHITNEY! 😍😍😍

Before the pandemic, Chris often had all his friends over so we luckily did have enough space and chairs for everyone, but since we didn’t have much need for them most of the time they were stored away in the garage. Unfortunately, there was also a dart board and an old foosball table tucked away in there which made the whole process take almost three times as long as it should have, but - with a little nagging from me - everything was in place by the time the rest of our guests arrived.

He’s such a bro and this had captured it so well without even too much context. Men can be so annoying sometimes, not doing what they have to do first and then play.

We’d assured Chris’ family that they didn’t have to bring anything, but when Lisa insisted she had to contribute something I relented and suggested a bottle of wine. However, I was surprised when we greeted them to see Scott and Steve carrying in what appeared to be a crate of wine each.

I AM SCREECHING, HOLLERING AND WHAT NOT! THIS COULD LITERALLY BE MY FAMILY 🤣

“Where do you want it all?” Scott asked. “In the kitchen? Can we pour anyone a drink?”

He’d be the best host though, I am convinced of it.

Time flew by as everyone was happily bonding and as dinner drew nearer, I gestured for Chris to help me clear the plates from the appetizers we’d put out and made him follow me to the kitchen for a quick chat.

That whole paragraph made my heart jump with joy. I believe Whitney was a little hesitant somewhere, but per usual not necessary at all.

“Well, I wish I’d shared your confidence instead of worrying for nothing.” I buried my head into his chest and enjoyed our little moment of quiet for a minute or two before I pulled back to look up at him. “Should we tell them now?”

You slowly are finding it, so celebrate this little win Whitney. Also 👀, yes, tell em.

“Yeah,” I shrugged with a smile. “But they all know me well enough to know that would be a little suspicious.”

I love this ♥️

“I don’t mind telling them now,” he assured me. “I can go play a round of Mario Kart with the kids and give Gray the signal.”

YES DO WHAT MEATBALL SUGGESTED.

“I hope so,” Chris smirked. “But, I mean, he did come up with the whole plan almost entirely by himself so he should know what he’s doing.”

I’m even feeling like a proud mum and Gray is not even my child nor real 🥲.

“Well, Scott has been plying everyone with drinks for the last couple of hours,” I pointed out. “So, probably longer than it should.”

Good hosting, though it’s not his house, so not his job, but I love him for it.

“Oh, no!” He frowned, turning to face us with an exaggerated look of worry on his face. “I got my shirt dirty!”

Little smarty pants, knows exactly what he’s doing. I am adoring his little scheming plan.

Grayson nodded and followed Chris out of the living room. To my surprise, no one in the room seemed to notice how staged and over the top his performance had been.

Must be the drama genes from his dad, but he’s doing excellent. Plus everyone is properly buzzed, so no one would notice it. Hahahha

He simply marched over to the table in the middle of all the adults and casually took a few chips from the bowl on the table as if he knew that someone would eventually look at him. When they didn’t, Chris and I watched in amusement as his crunching slowly got louder and louder as he was clearly trying to draw attention to himself until finally Carly noticed what he was doing.

🤣 problem solving skills. This kid is going places when he grows up.

The room then immediately erupted into an absolutely chaotic scene of love.

I hate being present for these types of occasions. But I adored being present for this one, because it was so sweet 🥰🤩

“She’s been super sick,” he informed everyone. “She’s better now, but man, it was brutal. I was worried.”

Told ya, KEEPER! Put a ring on this man asap.

Everyone smiled at Grayson’s interjection, but Jack reassured him.

Of course Gray wants a brother ♥️

“We’ll just be happy as long as it’s happy and healthy,” Chris shrugged, shooting me a smile. “Show ‘em your bump.”

This is so cute and such a precious little moment.

“I’m just happy for you, Monkey,” he choked out. “I’m so proud of you.”

I don’t do well with crying fathers, this is heartbreaking. It’s a happy moment, but dads crying no no.

This little family is so lovely and they get me all fuzzy every time I read a new chapter. Such an amazing and well written story 👏🏼♥️

The Sweetest Devotion

Summary: Pregnancy is hard work. The fatigue, the morning sickness and the strange new aches and pains are bad enough, but the nerves about how a new baby will change your family dynamic can be just as tough. Luckily, for Chris and Whitney, the excitement and love they have for their little baby on the way far outweighs any struggles that could pop up and they’re hopeful that Grayson will feel the same as they navigate their way through the first expansion of their little family.

Chris Evans x OFC

18+

Part of the Once Bitten/More Hearts series

Part Five

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Part Six

The week leading up to my family’s arrival was hectic to say the least. 

Grayson was bouncing off the walls and needing constant entertainment as the excitement of our recent news and his grandparents impending arrival was almost too much for him to handle and while I tried my best to be patient with him, there were lots of preparations that needed our attention and it was all rather overwhelming. I tried to focus Gray’s energy into helping with those tasks - like cleaning and setting up the guest rooms and making sure we had enough food in the house for all the extra people - but when I sent him with Chris to the grocery store and they came home with more junk food than anything else, I realized my mistake. Chris was relegated to dealing with the childcare after that and I handled the rest of the work myself.

In the end - once the boys were occupied - I got everything organized in time and we spent the morning of the twenty-third anxiously looking out the window for my family. They’d refused our offer of a ride from the airport, insisting that they’d rent a car for the week and all come together, but Grayson and I were struggling with the anticipation. As soon as their car pulled into the driveway, it was a race between us to see who could get outside first with Dodger hot on our heels as he barked with excitement.

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