#I HOPE YOUR PILLOWS ARE A NICE COMFORTABLE TEMP TONIGHT

[alrightaspen]

Hi! Here's a silly doodle of your OG gang as charlie's angels. k byeee~

THEY LOVE IT I LOVE IT ITS SO PRETTY????

i have a little folder on my computer of all the art people have drawn of my ocs or sona and i keep every piece tucked carefully in there where i can go gush on them 5x a day and this will be a fine collection it captures the trio so well YOURE A BEAUTIFUL PERSON I LOVE IT

[pyramid-of-starrs]

Sneak Peeks of my upcoming work

Here are some sneak peeks of my current drafts! I'll let you guys deicide what I post next. All these ofc will contain smut so please only interact if comfortable

Smells like cigarettes Chubby blk reader x older San

You sighed knowing that the moment you swiped nothing would happen because again, guys like this don't match with you. You slowly slid your thumb to the right the words "You and Pudding matched" popped up on the screen, wait... pudding? Surely it was just a dumb name for tinder, he seems funny already. You tossed your phone to the side, yeah it's nice you matched with a cool guy but they always suck at messaging.

You made your way to the kitchen to make yourself some ramen and as soon as you were done you checked your phone to see you actually had a message from "Pudding".

Grade A Tutor Reader x Wooyoung

"I'm Y/N... and you?"

"Wooyoung, nice to meet you gorgeous." He reached out his hand out the short distance and you shook it.

The rest of the night was very chill, you both talked the entire time, drowning out the drunken yells from your friends. You both exchanged numbers and said he would text you, he never did, but it's fine, it's not like you expected anything. You would see Wooyoung at parties around campus and just didn't have the guts to speak, let alone ask why he never texted you.

"I just texted him and let him know I found him a tutor, I'll give you his number." Hongjoong said interupting your flash back.

"I think I already have it..." You said under your breath.

"Oh... wait are you one of the girls Woo has... gotten familiar with?" Hongjoong asked then a pillow smacked him in the face.

"Shut up Joong." Your roommate said.

"I'm just asking!" Hongjoong's phone dings and he checks it. "Woo wants to know if you could come over tonight to help him, apparently he is trying to study for his English final, and he's stumped."

"Tonight? Um... sure." You replied.

"Perfect, I'll have him text you his info."

"Oooouuu Woo's parents are loaded maybe can pay you super good and you can come on the trip." You best friend said as she hugged your neck from behind and pushed you down on the bed. "And Woo is coming on the trip maybe you two can get super "acquainted" so you can have someone." Your roommate said in your ear then giggled teasingly as your face got hot.

Temp of 108 Sick reader x boyfriend Jongho (contains Somno)

As the blood rushed to his dick his boxers started to feel constricted, his fingers rubbed circles on your sensitive nipples, your lips opened and closed before you bit your bottom lip, you whispered your boyfriends name and that made Jongho come undone. He slipped his hands passed your thighs and between your legs, you naturally opened up for him a bit, he slid two fingers between your cunt, you were already so wet, maybe you were dreaming about him fucking you until you felt better, the thought made Jongho more eager. He rubbed gentle circles on your sensitive nub while you groaned in your sleep, your hips started to buck up more as he moved faster, it made Jongho hiss, he wanted to touch you more and more. Your stuffy nose made your breathing heavy as you inhaled and exhaled from your mouth, he wanted to kiss you but didn't want to cover your only source of air. His finger eventually made it to your thrubbing hole, he slid them in with easy, the temperature inside you was even greater, he wanted you to feel better and hoped that he was atleast relieving some tension on your body. As he fucked his two fingers into you he leaned closer to press kisses on your neck, your moaning increased as your face scrunched, you couldn't tell if you were having a very intense wet dream or it was something else, your hand moved on its own as you gripped Jongho's wrist, your hips still bucking. Jongho looked at you to see if you were awake but noticed you were still asleep.

Plan B pt 2 Fuckboy Mingi x Reader

Well 30 minutes into talking Mingi had you bent over on the couch why he worked on your second orgasm, his hips never slowed down as he vigorously pounded into you, the tip of his rob hitting your spot so deliciously, the sound of clapping and sqeulching filled the room.

"Do you forgive me now baby?" He asked, his ego shining through.

"Fuck, yes ngghh" You moaned out.

He pulled you by your hair as he pulled your hair back.

"What was that, I can't fucking hear you?" he asked, his hips pounding deeper into you, you could feel his deep in your stomach, like he was literally rearranging your guts.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, yes Mingi I forgive you oh my fucking god." Mingi smiled watching you come undone right on his dick.

"Mm wanna be my little fuck toy baby? Want me to ruin your pussy whenever I want?" He said as his hips contiued to drive into you, the building sensation of your second orgasm was sitting in your stomach.

"Yess please, please make me your fucktoy Mingi." You knew deep down this wouldn't be a good idea and maybe you could back out and block him but right now he was fucking you so good he could ask you to build a house and you would say yes.

"Good girl, now cum for me." and that was all she wrote, now you're sitting with your best friend and Seonghwa lying to both their faces especially since he's been coming back to your apartment every night and fucking the life out of you.

6 Sugars and Cream Officer worker Seonghwa x office worker reader (Suuuuper long)

"So are you excited about tonight?" Seonghwa asked as he carried his laptop bag over his shoulder.

"I am! I hope there is a really happy ending." You smiled as you watched the ground while you walked.

"...and what if there isn't one?" Seonghwa asked.

"What?" You looked over at him

"What if... there isn't a happy ending... what will you do? Will you be okay?" Seonghwa was a very logical thinking man, he envied your optimism but he knew that just wasn't how the world worked, he was always a smart boy which is why he didn't try to pursue love. He went through his college years focusing on studies and occasionally having flings but he was always honest about the fact that he wasn't looking for anything serious. When he met you and you went on an on about your boyfriend and how you and him made plans to be engaged soon he was happy for you, but a year went by and he still hadn't popped the question, which just proved Seonghwa's point on why he never wants to date.

Care Taker Chapter 3

“What are you doing here Wooyoung?” you tried to not look at him so you wouldn’t be sent into a frenzy and just continued to work.

“Don’t be like that boss, I brought your lunch for you, you forgot it at home.”

Since Jonathan has been gone Wooyoung has made it his job to start packing you lunches after you told him you usually order lunch or wait to get him.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Of course I did, my job is to take care of you after all.” He placed the lunch bag he had on your desk.

“Well…thanks.”

“Mhm”

You continued to type away at your computer until a few minutes passed and you felt Wooyoung just staring at you.

“Did you need something else.”

“Why aren’t you looking at me?” he said suddenly

“W-what?”

“You haven’t been looking at me lately, you’ve been acting super weird and avoiding me, why?”

“No I haven’t.”

“Then look at me.”

“…no” you typed nervously making a few errors.

He smiled deviously at you and got up from his chair, he walked around your desk and stood next to you, he turned your desk chair to face him and you were met with his low eyes and stern face. He leaned down to talk right into your ear.

“Ya know boss I really like having your attention so when you don’t give it to me it makes me sad, but you know what else it makes me want to do?”

“w-what?” you said nervously.

“Punish and tease you more.” He whispered before kissing the shell of your ear, his veiny arm reached up and he cupped where your jaw stopped and your neck started as he started to kiss down your throat. A quiet and soft whimper came out as he left the warm kisses on your neck.

These are all the works that would be posted between commissions I also have more SKZ fics planned, one txt and one 127 as well!

[hypnomicimagines]

💖Weak💖[Yamada Ichiro]💖

(I swear I know how to write things that aren’t just porn for Ichiro)

Ichiro doesn’t know what it is about you tonight that makes you irresistible.

You’re just as beautiful as you always are though your face is bare and you’re dressed down having taken shelter in his house after a date was interrupted by a sudden heavy downpour. Your soaked form had worried him for a second as he ushered you into his house, telling you to strip down and pick out whatever you liked from his drawer; he waited downstairs like the perfect gentleman he was, tapping his fingers nervously at the table as he awaited. Jiro was out with his friends for the evening, likely not to be back until after midnight, and Saburo had also made himself scarce by studying at the house of the person Ichiro was pretty sure he had a crush on.

He doesn’t know why he’s thinking about being alone or why he’s hoping Jiro really pushes the limit of his curfew like he generally does but he doesn’t have much longer to think about it before you’re calling for him from the top of the stairs. He followed the sound of your voice to his room and shut the door behind him, trying to ignore the fact his hands are clammy and he feels like he might throw up. He’s acting like a lovesick teenager who was alone with their crush for the first time, the tension in the room palpable (at least to him, he’d bet anything you were entirely unbothered). When he turned to face you he was going to ask if you wanted to watch some anime or continue on with another series you’d started to watch but he stopped dead in his tracks, mouth hanging open as his eyes greedily drink in the sight of your body.

You weren’t naked, not fully, anyway.

You were better than naked.

You were clothed in only his shirt.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” You teased, quite pleased with your boyfriends reaction. You had always thought he’d be the type to enjoy seeing his significant other in his shirt and he’d proved you right with how obvious his reaction was, not able to so much as gather his thoughts before you approached. You hadn’t bothered putting your underwear back on as not only were they soaked like the rest of your clothes but they’d only get in the way of all the things you had planned.

Ichiro would take a picture if there wasn’t the threat of someone else getting to see it.

Only he should ever get to see you like this.

You’d picked out a simple shirt but his clothing was so baggy he was sure you’d find something that fit you comfortably no matter what but he hadn’t expected you to wear it as a dress, forgoing any type of pants… And he swore in the wet clothing pile you’d tossed into the laundry basket for him to stuff in the dryer he’d seen your underwear in it meaning that shirt really was all you were wearing… Were you relying on his self-control here? Because it seemed a dangerous game to play, messing with a man’s instinct like that. He licked his lips as you turned around, purposely making your turn more dramatic so the shirt would fly up and reveal your ass to him. He could’ve pounced then and there but he knew the game you were playing, not wanting to completely be putty in your hand (he couldn’t go down without a fight at least).

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

“You never let me forget but I can’t say I get tired of it. In fact, say it again.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“Mmm,” Your fake moan of approval, the way you arched your back as you lay on his bed as if he’d actually touched you made his dick twitch in his pants; he was thankful his jeans weren’t too tight as he didn’t need you to see how you were killing him slowly, trying to look away as turned over onto your stomach and laid your head down on his pillow. The shirt had ridden up so that he could see your bare ass without any obstacles now, no quick glance this time, just out and proud and demanding his attention. He can’t keep his eyes to himself for long so he does the only thing he can think of to gather his thoughts back together which is to leave the room, taking your clothes with him and pretending like he wasn’t picturing how he was gonna fuck your brains out when he got back into the room.

He’d grabbed his own pajamas before he’d seen himself out and changed in the bathroom, although that seemed pointless as he was positive his clothes would only be stripped off of him the minute he was upstairs. There was the chance you’d be annoyed that he hadn’t immediately pounced on you and you’d no longer be in the mood, but he’d known you long enough now to know that wasn’t how you worked. Him putting up even the slightest bit of a fight seemed to only motivate you more and once again he’s both surprised and not surprised at all when he enters his room to see you’re up to your normal antics.

His shirt is pulled up entirely now, your one hand teasing one of your hardened nipples while the other is dipped between your thighs. Your eyes are shut and your motions are steady, not trying to make yourself come but getting yourself ready for him when he came back.

“What are you up to now?” Ichiro tried to keep his tone steady but he thought you’d pick up on the shakiness of it no matter how hard he tried to hide it, slowly and casually making his way to the bed to loom over you.

“Ichiro doesn’t wanna touch me so I thought I’d just do it myself,” Your fingers continue moving between your legs and you look away as if you’re embarrassed, the coy acting only getting him more riled up. “I really wish it was my sweet, loving boyfriend… His fingers feel so good…”

“I know somethin’ that’ll feel even better.” Ichiro replaced your hand with his as crawled on top of you, lips ghosting against yours as he gets a feel for how ready for him you are; it might seem like he was in charge now but he was no fool, he knew how wrapped around your finger he truly was. “Baby… Can you keep the shirt on?”

“Since you asked so nicely, I will.” Your eyes raked down his body until they reached his pants, tugging at the elastic before you looked up at him with a ‘Why are these even on?’ expression. He laughed at that, removing his hand and sliding them down (again, he questioned why he hadn’t just walked into the room naked as the day he was born), kicking them off to the side as your hands slowly glided up his shirt. He removed it for you as he knew you liked to ogle his muscles, happy that you appreciated all the hard work he put in to achieve such a thing. He leaned down to capture your lips with his before his hubris totally consumed him, now distracted by the way your body felt desperately pressing against his.

“Ichirooooo,” You whined out again, hips bucking up, “Please…”

“I don’t know, you haven’t been very good today…”

“That’s just the way you like me~”

“I can’t argue with that.”

You wiggled your hips as you felt his dick press against your entrance, slipping up to rub against you and make you squirm. Ichiro always did this, taking it nice and slow, really reassuring that you were fully prepped and ready to take him, and it drove you absolutely crazy. Though you can’t say it’s an entirely unattractive trait that he’s careful so as to not hurt you, sometimes you just needed him to stick his dick in you and go to town. He can see the lustful look in your eyes, lips locked together again as he pushed himself inside you; he groaned into the kiss at how tight and warm you felt, your body sufficiently heated up since you’d come outside from the ice cold rain. He had a duty to make sure you stayed at this comfortable body temp, right?

He fully sheathed himself inside you, patting your thigh and nodding as you wrapped your legs around him. His rhythm starts slow, slower than you’d like, his head buried in your chest now as you let out pleased little sighs and moans, silently wishing he’d go faster. But Ichiro doesn’t like to take it too fast, wanting to enjoy the feeling of being inside you, of having your bodies linked together like this. His lower body was aching to go faster too, wanting to start a relentless pace, wanting to make you scream out his name, wanting to feel you come around him as you whimpered out his name, but he couldn’t give in to his own desires that easily. His tongue toyed with one of your nipples while his other stroked along your side, smirking as you let out a giggle when he brushed over a sensitive spot.

“You really are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” Ichiro’s forehead pressed against yours as he finally gave in to your demands, hips moving with a new motivation, angling themselves to press as deeply inside you as he could go; you’re quickly getting lost in the sensation of his thrusts, biting down hard on your lip as he hits the bundle of nerves inside you that has your eyes fluttering closed. Your insides felt like they were on fire now, Ichiro taking you closer to edge with each and every perfect thrust, aiming right for your weakest point, “I love you.”

“I-I love you too, Ichi!” Your arms wrapped around his neck as tightly as your legs were wrapped around his waist, fingers digging into his back and leaving little idents he’d see the next morning. He didn’t really mind, figuring they were like battle scares he could be proud to show off the next day. “Fuck, Ichiro. I can’t…”

“Come for me then, baby,” He’s starting to pant now, starting to feel how close to release he actually is, but he wouldn’t be a real man if he didn’t make you come first. Your cries are getting louder, your hips now trying to match his rhythm to get you there faster, his one hand occupying itself with one nipple while his mouth handles the other with a harsh suck, “Fuck, you’re so sexy. Damn it…!”

Ichiro felt you clench around him before you cried out his name louder than he’d ever heard before, legs loosening though your arms stayed wrapped tight; he wiggled his way out of your tight grip just enough to remove his face from your chest, lips meeting yours as he came to his own end with a guttural moan. Your walls are twitching around him as he rides out his own orgasm, pace stuttering before he slowly pulled out of you, careful not to make too much of a mess on his bed. You’re pleasantly boneless as you sink into his mattress, pulling his shirt down over your body as he leaves the bed to get a towel to clean up any excess mess. Your mind is in a haze and you don’t notice Ichiro’s finished doing what he’s doing until the lights are flicked off and you feel the weight of his body next to you.

“So the shirt thing really did it for ya, huh?”

“…You look good in it.”

“Your compliments are like music to my ears. Got a few more?”

“Yeah, think I can come up with a few more.” Ichiro rested his head on your shoulder, nuzzling against it. “We might be up for awhile if you want me to list them all, though.”

“I really love you Ichiro.”

“I love you even more.”

[fluffyllamas-23]

I think this might be the last thing I post for a little while, but I had this mostly written and wanted to get some sick Max up.

Thank you to everyone for putting up with me the last few days, and being so sweet about it.  I’m sorry I’ve been...like this lmao. 

Anyways, Max and Teddy are below the cut, I hope you enjoy :)

The downside of working from home, Teddy has realized, is the lack of human interaction (unless, of course, he meets with his editor, or he’s doing research and interviewing people, but for the most part, he does none of that).  He’s an extrovert by nature, so not being able to talk to anybody throughout the day tends to drive him crazy fairly often.  Max knows this, of course, and makes sure to saturate him in conversation when he gets home from work.

Tonight is different, though.  Max has hardly said anything since he got home, he barely touched his dinner, and as soon as the dishes are done and the leftovers are put away, he curls up against the armrest of the couch looking pitiful.  Teddy takes a seat on the other side, and stretches out as much as he can without crowding Max.

“You’ve been quiet,” Teddy finally says, nudging him with his foot, “everything okay? How was work?”

Max forces his eyes away from the TV, and looks over at Teddy as he blinks heavily.  

“Hmm?”

“Are you alright?” Teddy frowns.  

“Oh...yeah, I’m okay...I’m just...tired.”

“Well come here, then,” Teddy says, opening his arms. Almost immediately, Max sits up and moves so he’s curled against him.  He pulls his knees to his chest, and hides his face in the material of Teddy’s shirt. “You’re warm.  Feeling okay?”

Max nods once, pauses, and then shrugs tiredly, “not sure.”

“I think you might be running a fever, M.”

“Maybe...dunno.”

“Let me up, I’m going to go grab the thermometer.”

Max sits up just enough to let Teddy up, and then slumps back into the cushions.  Teddy hovers over him, brows knitted together as his eyes search Max’s face.  

“What are you doing?” Max frowns, pushing him away.

“Shut up, I’m examining you,” he says, putting his hands on either of Max’s cheeks.

He bats his hands away, “no, you’re freaking me out. Stop.”

“I think you’re sick,” Teddy concludes, “you look like shit.”

“How’d I ever get so lucky,” Max drawls, “to wind up with somebody who flatters me as much as you?”

Teddy chuckles, “you know what I mean.  You look like you’re feelin’ bad.”

“I can’t tell.”

“Okay...well, let’s call it an early night, then. I really do think you’re sick...or at the very least coming down with something...you just look...out of it.”

“You’re offering to go to sleep at,” Max taps the screen of his apple watch, squinting as he peers at the time, “nine thirty?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m so honored.”

“You should be. Now come on; go up to bed, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Max makes his way up to the room, which feels more like a trek than it should.  His muscles feel tight, and moving, like it’s taking more of an effort than it usually does. He changes into a pair of sweats, and his favorite of Teddy’s hoodies (which are both much more comfortable than his work clothes) before he practically crawls into their bed.

He lets himself sink into the mattress, eyelids sliding shut as Teddy walks into the room.  

“I think I’ll be fine,” Max mumbles.

“Yeah?”

“Mmm...jus’needa sleep.”

“Here,” Teddy says, handing him the thermometer, “take your temp, I’m going to go change.”

Teddy has his pajama pants halfway on when he hears the faint beeping of the device, followed by a soft, “oh.”

“What is it?”

“A hundred point seven.”

“Okay...that’s not too bad at least,” Teddy says, poking his head out of their closet, “hey, you think it’s high enough that you’ll sleeptalk?”

“God, I hope not,” Max groans, “it’s embarrassing.”

“What? No, it’s the best, and I love it. It’s my favorite part.”

Max buries his face in the pillow, sniffling lightly,  The mattress dips, and Max feels Teddy cuddle up to him, spooning him from behind.  He kisses Max’s cheek before nuzzling his face in the back of his neck and wishes him goodnight.  

Teddy, manages to fall asleep not long after Max, the three hours of sleep in forty two hours finally catching up to him.  

Not two and a half hours after he falls asleep, Max bolts into a sitting position and shakes him awake.

“Teddy, you need to get up,” he says urgently.

“What? What’s wrong?” Teddy mumbles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“The frappuccinos,” he hisses, leaning over him, face so close to Teddy’s that their noses are touching. “They’re loose, we have to get to them before the turtles do.”

Teddy bursts out laughing, “why can’t the turtles get them?”

“They’ll take over the world, Teddy,” Max says flatly, “don’t be an idiot, you already knew that.”

“I’m sorry,” he grins, “you’re right, my bad.”

Max sniffles once before he lays back on his side, and when Teddy leans over him, he’s relieved to find that he had fallen back to sleep.

Now that Teddy is awake, there’s no way he’s going to be able to go back to bed, so he settles for going down to his office to get some writing done.  

Not surprisingly, Sophia doesn’t move from the bed, and instead moves closer to Max, barking lightly.

“Sophia, shut it,” he hisses lightly, “you’re going to wake him.”

Casper stands up from where he was curled into a ball, back arching as he stretches; he yawns before offering a soft mew, and then jumps off the bed.  His tail flicks as he looks back at where Teddy is standing, giving him a bored look as he waits.  

*

Teddy is sitting at the kitchen table, empty coffee mugs littering the table behind his laptop when Max walks in.  

“Uh...what are you doing awake?”

“Mby rund...gotta take Sophia out,” he says.  The congestion has definitely set in at this point, and his voice is even raspier than it normally is.

“No,” Teddy says slowly, tilting his head to the side as his eyebrows shoot up, “you’re not going on a run this morning - you’re calling out of work and going back to bed.”

“But, I-”

“-Uh uh.  Don’t give me any shit on this.  March your ass back up to bed and I’ll be up to check on you.”

“Theodore,” He snaps.

Teddy quirks a brow, “Maxwell.”

“I’mb finde.”

Teddy stands up from the table and crosses the room to stand in front of Max.  

He slaps his palm across his forehead, “liar. Your fever is up, you’re not going on a run, you’re parking your ass in bed and getting better because you’re sick, and I’m not okay with that.”

“But Sophia-”

“I’ll take her.”

“You can’t run...your knee,” he argues weakly.

“Then I’ll walk her.  Go to bed.”

Max’s shoulders slump forward in defeat, “okay.”

“Hey,” he says gently, stroking Max’s cheek with the backs of his fingers, “how bad are you feeling?”

“Uh...pretty awful, actually.”

“Go lie down.  Call your boss, tell him you’re not able to come in.”

“I have so mbandy reports and projects due, though,” he groans, coughing into his fist.  

“They can wait,” he says, hand on Max’s back as he twists to the side, a series of sneezes ripping out of his throat and making his head throb mercilessly, “yeah, they can definitely wait.  You sound really sick, honey, I don’t think spending eight hours staring at a computer screen is going to help you feel any better.  And I’m sure your coworkers will appreciate not being infected with whatever the hell you’ve managed to catch.”

“Mby boss doesnd’t like people calli’gg out.”

“He’s just goi’gg to have to deal.  

“You mbake a combpelli’gg case,” he rasps, breath catching as he coughs into his fist.  

“Yeah, I know I do.  I’m very smart, despite what my teachers might have thought growing up.”

“And so humble.”

“Yeah, that too. Go back to bed, I’m going to grab some medicine for you, be right there.”

“I’mb just goi’gg to go to the couch,” he croaks.  

“Okay,” Teddy says, “the couch is nice, too.”

By the time Teddy has the thermometer, medicine, some water, Max is nearly asleep beneath one of their blankets, face tucked into the couch cushion.  

He looks entirely too worn out Teddy’s liking, the fever flush and red rimmed eyes with dark bruises beneath them a stark contrast to how pale he is.  

Teddy presses his palm to Max’s forehead again, which elicits an annoyed “mmmrph.”

“Don’t sleep yet.  Medicine and water, and then a phone call to work, first,” he says, putting the thermometer into his ear.

“I wandt to sleep,” he mumbles.

“Not yet, but soon,” Teddy promises, looking at the the screen of the thermometer once it beeps, “meds and then call your boss, and then you and your hundred and two degree fever can sleep.”

“Is it really that high?”

“Higher. One oh two point five,” Teddy frowns, “you must be feeling all kinds of miserable, huh?”

Max nods, rubbing at his nose. He does, he definitely does. His head aches, his throat aches, his body aches everywhere. He’s stuffy, and dizzy, and feels too fuzzy and out of it for his liking. He just feels so aggressively awful, and he’s glad that Teddy didn’t let him go on the run, because that would have absolutely ended terribly.

As soon as Teddy takes Sophia out, Max calls out of work and promptly falls back asleep.

He comes back from taking Sophia out, and as soon as he unclips her harness, she takes off into the living room, and Teddy finds her curled up on the couch with her head resting on Max’s legs.  

*

Teddy is sitting on the couch in his office, when his door open, and blanket-caped Max climbs into his lap, coughing as he does so.

“Good afternoon,” Teddy says gently, wrapping his arms around Max, “you slept for a while, how are you feeling?”

Max groans and hides his face in Teddy’s chest, “bad.”

“Yeah? Can I do anything?”

“Combe cuddle.”

“I can do that.  Do you want anything to eat? Some toast, maybe?”

“Ndo.”

“You’re going to have to eat eventually.”

“Ndo I wond’t.”

Teddy laughs lightly, “you want me to humor you?”

“Please.”

“Okay,” he grins, “how about we go nap for a little while, and then try some food when you wake up?”

“That’s ndot humbori’gg mbe,” Max grumbles, gripping Teddy’s shirt.

“I’ll only humor you to a point. You’ve had a fever all day, you need to eat at least a little.”

“I guess.”

“Let’s go up to bed,” Teddy suggests.

“Good idea,” Max sniffles, eyelids drooping.

“I thought so,” Teddy grins, rubbing his back, “come on.”

Max stands up, swaying as he rubs his eyes sleepily.

“I feel like shit...thank you for mbaki’gg mbe call out of work.”

“I’m glad you did...and now you have the rest of the weekend to try and kick the worst of it.”

“Uh-huh,” he mumbles, pulling the blanket over his mouth as he coughs.  

“Oh...that doesn’t sound great,” Teddy grimaces, putting a hand on his lower back as they walk up to their room.

“It sounds worse thand it feels,” Max mumbles, “but it doesnd’t feel great.”

Teddy makes a sad whining noise at the back of his throat, “I’m sorry you feel so awful...but you look real cute, if that helps anything.”

“I look disgusti’gg,” he mutters, sniffling once before stifling a series of sneezes towards the floor, “ow.”

“Don’t do that, you’ll just hurt yourself.”

Max climbs into bed, rubbing at his nose as Teddy climbs in next to him.  

“I’mb sorry if I get you sick.”

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart, I just want you feeling better. Now close your eyes and sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”