#I wanna go back and be cold and be under blankets and nuzzle my comfort blanket

[teethbomb]

I wanna go back in my bed

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.76)

Summary: Your Pre-heat fever builds and builds and builds until it breaks.

Tags: forced caretaking, Preheat, scenting, nesting, mindless fluff, hurt/comfort, omega/omega content, possessive behavior, omegaspace, lactation kink, Jin's hormones briefly convince him that the m/c is his actual pup, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, tummy worship?, nipple play, manhandling, heavy petting, fingering, exhibitionism, jk gets a little pussy obsessed, slight jk focus, slick marking, a tiny bit of ass play, slight painplay, implied/foreshadowed womb fucking, hole check, gentle spanking, dom! namjoon, d/s,

W/c: 12.3k

A/n: so it's once again birthday pup time for me! i'm going to be turning twenty eight! i can't believe it's my birthday already! as with my usual birthday tradition- i have made a little amazon wish list. it's been three years since I first did this and my room is littered with the little things you guys have gotten me over the years. I still sleep under the big duvet you guys got me and it's my favorite thing <3 the love you guys give me during my birthday always leaves me feeling warm for months.

Previous part - Masterlist - First part

Jungkook’s whole face is parked between your thighs, sweaty cheeks, chiseled jaw resting uncomfortably against your hip bones, Curling locks and all.

That’s the first thing that alerts you to the pack's predicament when you begin to wake up the next morning in the heat nest. There are raised voices nearby. Someone is upset, not angry. But upset.

A wide back rumbles behind you, and the uneasy scents dissipate.

All of your stuffed animals are piled around you, your jellycats and the special extra soft ones that Jimin and Tae got you. You can distantly remember reaching for them sometime during the early morning and whining. Yoongi’s voice pitched low and sweet.

“This one little lovely? How about this one?” a finger rubs against your cheek, running through your peach fuzz accompanied by a quiet hum of approval. “My broody little omega, just wanna keep all your small and cute things safe huh? So soft and little. Just wanna show the alphas that you can take care of small things in your nest, right?”

You remember whining and nuzzling, trying to tell him without words (words are so so hard in omegaspace) that you didn’t really care about showing the icky alphas resting too close in the hallway. All you care about is showing him.

Now as you wake, things are less simple. There are tense voices and scents all around you. A tangle of them no longer sour but still alpha. Jin has not let them into the nest yet but you're starting to need them- starting to think that even if they are icky you might as well just…be close to them. Something small and furry and desperate claws for them in your chest. For Namjoonie, Hobi, Jiminie, and Tae Tae Tae- in your chest. A need that had been quiet yesterday but is loud today.

The need for her rises up now like a rabid animal. Tae Tae Tae. All in your head. At least you think it might be all in your head- you can feel your mouth moving and someone coming close. A silky pant leg brushes your thigh as she starts to move only to get held back.

"You shouldn't- Tae- Jin will get mad."

Your instincts quiet at the sound of them and you begin to wake. You're not in heat yet. Not yet, but the fever is building. A slow drip starting to spill out around the edges. The surface tension in your being trembling and twitching. Burning through you and turning your mind crumbly and hazy at the edges.

“How’s her temperature?” You hear a distant voice ask. Joonie alpha. Your mind identifies.

You feel a wide familiar palm against your forehead. Your throat. “Still a little cold- thank you Jinnie- what a good omega keeping our pup warm.” More fluffy blankets get dumped on top of you and you feel like you’re buried beneath layers and layers of clouds. The shimmering delight on the edge of your instincts. a high keening sound and a low alpha growl.

They don't smell quite so rancid as they did yesterday but they still smell sour. You have a sinking feeling it has nothing to do with their pheromones or hormones and more to do with the moment. What they’re discussing.

But what could they ever possibly have to be afraid of? Your alphas are awfully strong and protective of you. In a nest so lovely and so soft there is nothing that could possibly hurt you. Jinnie made it so well you're half convinced it could keep monsters out.

You feel a hiss building in your throat at the idea of a particular monster. Distant in your memories but never far for long. The ickiest of alphas. Never. You rub your face harder into the object to your left. A sensation- a finger trails down your scent gland, touching where it aches. Nudging a whine from your throat.

But there is nothing at all bad here…Besides Kookie.

He's so sweaty and sticky that it's a little bit gross. It wouldn't be a problem if he wasn't laying all of his body weight into you and pressing his face anywhere your skin is bare. He clings, his hands sliding under your behind and hips to hold you close, face pressed to a spot that makes you shiver from the intensity, the sensitiveness, that every breath makes against your barely covered tummy.

Jungkook noses first into your navel and then lower. Little breaths of air and his chin tickling where you’re most sensitive. The scent of slick is cloying on the air, you have no idea if it’s his or yours or Jin’s.  

Huh, That's a little strange.

Jungkook's not usually so clingy with you in the morning. Usually, he reserves this particular trend of endless nuzzling for the alphas. He's holding you so tight that you couldn't even squirm away if you wanted to, rubbing his cheek over and over again along your thighs, your stomach, your pussy.

He rubs his cheek along the space between your thigh and hip and purrs. Loud and rumbly, vibrating against your front. You reach down sleepy, brushing his hair away from his face. You wish the alphas would let him sleep- but the sound of tense voices is making you feel sensitive and whiney.

"I can smell it hyung, don't tell me you can't- and look at the way he's-”

Jungkook turns and snaps his teeth at them and they fall silent. You lift up your head a little.

Jin's perched on the edge of the nest half in Namjoon’s lap. The pack alpha leans against the doorway as Jin dozes against his throat. Tae mirrors them on the other side of the pocket French doors. Wrapped in a duvet from one of the decoy nests and clutching a steaming cup of coffee.

A glass jug of electrolyte mix sits between them and a few cups of coffee leave rings on the floor. Colorful plastic cups stacked nearby. Steam rising in sweet ribbons. Hobi stands there in the doorway, stretches, and yawns. Revealing inches of toned tummy that your eyes fixate on.  Distantly you remember, "one sip of caffine isn't going to hurt Jinnie, Namjoon."

"Sorry pups- we didn't mean to wake you-" Tae is in bright red pj's, the kind patterned with small dark flowers, silky and impenetrable. You want them in the nest the second you see them. But- but-

You look down, and Jungkook's cheeks are just as red. Flushed and sweaty. His hips cocked at a weird angle; one leg hitched up in a position that looks wrong. He looks like he’s uncomfortable.

“Koo?” You ask, but he just lets out a small chirp. “What? Why are you-”

A hand in your hair makes you look up. Jimin is standing there, pursing his lips, looking down at you conflicted. Light streams in through a crack in the gauzy curtains, cutting across his waist, the spot where his shirt rides up on his hips revealing inches of honey skin and the line of his hipbones.

Your blunt omega teeth feel precariously sharp in your mouth. Two parts wanting and one part terror. Jimin, alpha, alpha in the nest. Alpha in the heat nest, alpha alpha alpha.

Jimin knows your terror, letting his shoulders slump and his scent spill out- unthreatening. Your panic eases away. “I was just fixing the curtains. They were making Jinnie uneasy.” The pack omega says nothing, settling up on Namjoon’s shoulder, looking like he’s falling asleep too. A strip of pale blue spring sky is visible only through the very top of the curtains.

“Minnie? What’s wrong with Koo? Why is he?” Jimin’s small smile falters, and you can tell he doesn’t want to say it. Whatever it is that the alphas were talking about.

Behind you, a warm chest moves, it's Yoongi. Soft and firm against your back. His chest expanding buffers you like gentle waves during a summer storm, gentle and lulling. It’s very hard to stay awake. So warm and so cuddled.

But Jungkook��

Your mate's voice is low in your ears, but his hand joins yours in pushing Jungkook's hair away from his sweaty face. Pinching his cheeks until Jungkook's tongue lolls out, licking Yoongi's fingers. It's lewd and it's hungry. You squirm back against Yoongi and at the smell of your slick.

So close to Jungkook's face, that you can't avoid it being scented on the air. A lax grin stretches Jungkook’s face, eyelashes fluttering, his smile dopey and out of it.

Yoongi's voice is rough from disuse, making your stomach swoop. Jungkook pushes against Yoongi's touch trying to get back to your stomach back between your legs. Chirping and trilling his displeasure. Trying to burrow and nuzzle through Yoongi’s hands unsuccessfully.

“Koo was feeling a little left out.”

“No,” you whisper, your stomach dropping for a whole other reason. Surprise making you lucid. “Really?”

Jungkook blinks, pouting. A little dazed. “I fucking hate cramps. Hyung- let go-” Yoongi lets Jungkook’s face go and he plants himself right back between your thighs. Nuzzling and shuffling until you let him closer. His face lowers to get closer to where you’re most sensitive. You try and stop him but Jungkook growls and you quiet.

The alpha’s watch as Jungkook nuzzles between your legs, nothing more than a thin layer of fabric to keep the smell of slick and all of where you’re most sensitive from Jungkook. Cheek squished against your pussy, soft breaths tickling your inner thigh. Jungkook settles and huffs.

Jimin runs a finger down your cheek but you hardly notice, still looking down at Jungkook, an upset pout already forming on your face.

"Oh," you're almost teary-eyed with it. You can't imagine Jungkook feeling as sensitive, as scared, as needy as you feel. It's upsetting, the fact that your nestmate is feeling so- so…and you can't- that he’s going into heat and you’re not-

You understand why Jin got upset yesterday. Having nestmates is different than having alphas or mates. There is a special corner of your instincts dedicated to taking care of them that hates this; all going into heat at the same time.

A smaller more wicked voice whispers other things, facts you dare not voice;

If alpha knocks you all up at once then you can all be pretty and round in the nest together. You can get all sweet with milk at the same time as Jungkook and Jin. It would be so easy- being pupped with Jungkook and Jin. Your sensitive sensitive tummy feels so unsafe, like this, Jungkook sleepily pulling up your shirt so that all of the alpha’s can see.

You shouldn’t be like this- you should both be belly down in the nest, you need to hide it from the alpha’s and leave it just for your nestmates to touch. Guarding you- that's what jungkook is doing. keeping your tummy safe from the alpha's until he deems you ready to be bred by them.

You want it. All of you safe and round and full, claimed by your alpha's in a way that sticks. You should stay close to him- make sure that alpha breeds him proper. All of them should breed Jungkook at least once just to make sure it takes.

Yoongi sets a hand over your stomach, and Jungkook tries to nip at it, to keep him away. Yoongi just pushes at his nose, a little playful. Jungkook grins, panting through his teeth. "Calm down pup, it's okay, Jungkook's gonna be fine. all three of your heats is nothing we can't handle."

Behind you, Tae snorts. hobi pinches her arm in repremand and she swats his hand away.

You nod wetly, but it’s hard to quiet your sniffles. Jimin leaves the nest, carefully stepping over the border so that he doesn't mess it up. Hoseok grabs his arm to steady him. Mindful of Jin’s boundaries that get momentarily tread over as Namjoon picks him up, helping with the aid of Tae and Jimin, to get Jinnie back into the nest.

With all of them looming over you, you feel incredibly small. looking and watching hungrily as they gently puppet the pack omega and lie him down. kind of on top of your plushie pile- but you don't mind- that's why you made it anyways. Jin sleepilly starts to tug them close, the soft and small things clutched to his chest.

The alpha's linger above you. looking down and watching. their feet depressing the nest where they stand.

Jungkook sighs against your thigh. "S'okay, at least now it's all of us together."

Omegaspace isn’t something you’ve seen on Jungkook as frequently as you would have liked. But there’s a childish pout to his lips. Cute, that you want to kiss at. Want to nibble. "Alphas don't even need to help- just Jinnie and me and Yoomi."

That gets a laugh out of the rest of them, Yoomi is a new nickname for your mate that leaves him smiling a little. You look up at him, eyes drooping and struggling to stay awake. You happen to agree but words are hard so you just settle for purring. Behind Jimin, you can see Hobi watching, smiling.

Jimin leans around the doorway and raises his eyebrow at Jungkook, as far as he dares to go into the nest room without permission. "You'll be begging for my knot later for that pup."

Jungkook huffs, "Won't, promise, not gonna ask for an icky-smelling alpha."

Jimin cocks head, "Is that so? Then maybe I should only knot Jinnie and her if you're so sure you won't need it."

Jungkook seems to second guess himself, "hyung wait- you can knot me just not-"

"I'm just teasing."

Jungkook huffs, nuzzling back between your legs, "meanie"

It feels strange, not necessarily sexual- having Jungkook's face pressed between your legs. There's a zing of pleasure at the touch, sure, but Yoongi holds your hips and keeps you still so that Jungkook can get comfortable. Holding you stationary so that you won't move against the feeling of his nose nuzzling over your underwear.

His low voice is husky in your ear as he whispers, “That’s it pup, let Jungkookie and then you can- there you go. No- No rubbing. Be a good pup and settle.”

You feel yourself clench weakly and when you open your eyes, Namjoon is watching you from the doorway. Eyes dark and scent unrepentantly sweet and musky. You don’t mind him watching. The sight of all of his omegas in a heat nest is one that he’s allowed to indulge in. Tae too- wraps around his arm with her head resting on his shoulder.

Every minute the alpha’s are allowed closer, last night they weren’t allowed in the doorway, now, one at a time in the nest. It’s only a matter of time before all bets are off and they’re all allowed here.  

Jungkook settles once he finds the right spot on your plush thigh. His warm breath easing away the remaining ache in your core. The cramps are better now but not entirely gone yet. Your body preparing itself for your alpha's, making room for their cocks and their knots.

You wonder if you'll be able to take Namjoon's unprepped. You're almost dizzy with the thought of it. You wonder what it's going to feel like- having him fuck you through your heat along with Jungkook and Jin. Namjoon's knot would be the best- the exact things your cramps need. Soon the cramping will fade and the need to be filled will take its place, you can already feel it a little.

Namjoon watches Jungkook nuzzle, you part your thighs further to show and-

Yoongi's teeth bite into the back of your neck, the same second Jungkook’s clamp on your inner thigh, not hard- just enough for you to feel it.

Yoongi's words swallow your whine. "Calm pup- not yet- not until the pack omega says you can." Not until I say you can.

Even having the alphas a little too close could trigger your heat too soon. They're doing their best, trying to stay away. With Jin and Jungkook the risk of triggering a heat isn't quite so scary. But with you, it’s a little unpredictable. The last thing they want to do is have it come too quick.

Jungkook is a good omega. He won't let any alphas come close until Jin says so. Literally guarding your stomach and womb from a knot. It's a little cute, even if it is a little lewd. He grumbles out something unintelligible before he huffs one final time and goes back to sleep. Shuffling his hips, a little, legs splaying like he's trying to alleviate the ache there a little.

There is some murmuring, the rest of them talking over each other while you look down at Jungkook and comb through his hair, Yoongi's fingers dancing across his jaw, hovering on his lower lip, and Jungkook returns to nuzzling into your stomach.

“Three omegas in heat- how are we going to do this?”

Tae's hand grips Jimin's, squeezing hard as they stand in the nest. Namjoon fluffs a blanket over Jin's back. the pack omega's hands deftly tangling with a stuffed bunny you have. ordinarily- jin would never cuddle with your stuffed animals like this- but it fills you with a sense of soft chagrined. The pack omega can want these things, can like these things, nesting doesn't always have to be about protecting- it can just feel nice too.

It doesn't have to be scary, it's feeling less scary already. you don't mind that the alpha's are here, standing around you three and yoongi.

“We’ll manage, same way we always do.” She turns, hair fluffing, she's taken it out of her rollers already and it falls in soft waves. She looks soft, looks like she belongs in the nest. You're glad she's here. You crane your neck and Tae notices, stooping slightly to touch your cheek.

"Mommy alpha? Please?" you start, and behind you, Yoongi mutters a curse.

Tae says nothing, a gentle smile spreading her cheeks, touch your cheek. They're doing alot of that- you wonder why? Your cheeks feel awfully pink and feverish, sensitive there.

The alphas are starting to smell nicer, very very nice, not sweet and cloying like Jin and Jungkook- but musky and tempting. You nuzzle into Tae’s wrist, nose searching for more of the scent. Her fingers itch towards the back of your neck. A scruff would make you so pliant and docile- and she wants to hear you squeak and purr more- like last night.

But Jungkook sits up, eyes beady, snapping his teeth. His hiss loud, "Mine" he's crouched low, prepared to pounce, mouth cleaved open in a snarl- guarding the nest and you. Tae's eyes go wide and Namjoon grabs her around her wrist.

"Kookie-" Namjoon tries to start, but Jungkook just hisses again.

You feel like you're further along than Jungkook is in your pre-heat, the restlessness in you quieted to a tired hum. You comb your hands through his hair as the alpha's make themselves scarce. Tae sends you a long look over her shoulder, mouthing "Sorry pup."

Beside you. Jin sleeps on, a big big big stuffed animal of yours that you might have scented in a daze half asleep (sleep nesting- similar to sleepwalking) pinned under his body. Jin stays asleep unaware of the snapping and light squabbles. Chest rising and falling underneath a cut of sunlight.

The alphas take it in stride, giving Jungkook space. You doze in between minutes, turning sideways to tuck your face into Yoongi's throat and hide from the sunlight. The springtime sunshine streams through the window all yellow and golden. You listen to the distant thunder of your alpha's speaking. Yoongi shuffles out from under and behind you and whispers softly that he'll be back in a minute. You only grumble quietly, and listen to his conversation with the others in the hall.

The soft smacking sound of kisses. "Sorry did we-"

Jungkook nuzzles into your stomach. Distracting you from the conversation in the hall. "No, just need coffee,"

You close your eyes and breathe and when you open your them you can watch the dustmotes swirl above you. Catching the light.

"Thank you- I'm sorry we didn't-" Jimin cuts himself off.

"It's find- Koo just-" Yoongi makes a disconcerting noise. Not a trill but a question without an answer. "You okay?"

If Jimin answers, you can't see it. The world slipping away under the guise of sleep.

"Koo's is hitting quick." that sentence gets no answer. No acknowledgment.

They’re unsure when exactly it will hit either by tonight or tomorrow morning if you’re lucky. You don’t need to ask what the alphas did last night, but as you listen to them in the hall- rolling up some blankets (a decoy nest sacrificed for a sleeping spot.)

You gather that either one or all of them slept outside of the door last night, guarding the door and keeping you safe from any potential intruders. The only people who are allowed to freely come and go is of course- Noodle and Yoongi.

You must nod off at one point, because the next time you wake Jungkook has pulled himself up a little, head resting just below your ribs and Jin is lifting his head up out from under your stuffed animal pile. Sighing sleepily he scents Jungkook’s preheat on the air, dragging himself close to rub a soothing hand down Jungkook’s back. Looking down at the other omega and biting his lips.

At the pack omega's closeness, jungkook's arms tighten around your waist. “They’re not going to hurt us Koo, you can let go.” Jungkook's arms only tighten around your waist further in answer.

“Can’t! Something bad is gonna happen if I let go!” Jin sighs, and you try and tell him with your eyes that it’s fine- that Jungkook can stay right here like this if it helps him, you really don’t mind. 

He leans over you, pressing his nose to your scent gland but you make a noise and pull away. “Your face is scratchy.”

Jin sits back on his heels, rubbing at his face almost angry, frustrated “God damn it.”

“Come on hyung you love my heats-”

Jin scoffs, “Yeah but you-“ he seems to get ahold of himself. He pulls himself over to your and Jungkook’s quiet cuddle. Your legs, Jungkook's, Jin's. You don't know why you're still so tired, even after sleeping the whole night and most of the morning away, exhaustion pulls you down like a lead weight.

The next time you come to your mate's hands pet through your hair and ask if any of you need anything. Yoongi feeds you sips of that electrolyte mix, rubbing across your jaw to get you to swallow down all of it. Clumsy with sleep, a bit of it dripping down your chin that Jungkook eagerly licks at. Lapping at the salt from your lips when you're done in reward.

But the three of you doze, three sleepy omega’s in a nest with little care to the world of the clattering outside in the kitchen and the smell of cooking food. Bread maybe? Pancakes?

Something sweet and syrupy eventually gets pressed against your lips, a strong arm around your waist, a soft croon- one of your alpha’s but it’s hard to tell who that says, “Open up- good puppy.”

Yoongi practices his massage on Jungkook- pushing aches out of all of you with his thumbs and his laughter. You and Jin share the heating pad after breakfast. Pressed first over Jin’s lap and then yours as you press closer and closer until your stomach is pressed up against Jin’s.

Nesting with them is sort of your favorite thing. You don't even mind that the alpha's have joined you in the nest during breakfast. They're still careful and they're still mindful. But it doesn't feel so scary- having them close.

To be pressed belly to belly with your pack omega makes you feel so small your eyelids droop further. Hands loosely tangled with Jin's shirt, his tank top too- one like Hobi's.

Hobi who gets up after breakfast, hair fluffed from a thorough scenting. Jungkook is really good at scenting, knows just how to rub his cheek into the alpha’s until they’re blushing and smelling musky. He’s very intent and particular with it and squirms closer and closer to them until Namjoon detangles him and tells him off.

Hobi sees a break in it and leaves the nest, something you're not allowed to do. Every time you even think to shift away from Jin, he tugs you closer.

“Pup, my pup,” Jin’s going in and out of lucidity, and he cradles you to his chest, eyes dark pools, pupils completely dilated. Hands grasping at your waist, your back, the back of your neck urging you lower, not too low- not in that way.

Jin stops around his heart, tugging you to his chest. Whining. “Pup too tiny, pup needs- I need-”

He holds you there, hand around the back of your neck. Your lips smushed against his skin. Your face pressed to his chest so close you can feel every thump of his heartbeat. You don't understand what Jin is trying to get you to do, at least not immediately.

Yoongi is there, it’s a good thing that he’s there. he takes Jin’s hands away from you and squeezes them. You blink blearily- unaware of just what Jin hints at, his whines of distress and near chirps that Yoongi shushes.

“Jinnie, baby- she is not actually your pup, you’re not-“ He sounds stressed. You want to tell him that you don’t mind but your words are hard to summon. Jin smells so good, his milky cream omega scent impossibly bright against your nose, almost citrussy.

“You don’t have milk sweet thing.”

You know that the instincts to protect and provide for pup and packmate get a little crossed in heats and ruts- but you never imagined that Jin would want to. Your toes curl, and full-body shivers erupt on your skin. Your eyes shoot open, immediately making eye contact with Yoongi- who looks stricken with something that looks an awful lot like arousal. Jin's chest heaves beneath you and he starts to tear up. Lower lip wobbling.

The heat beneath your skin bubbles up to meet him, and soon you'll melt away into nothing but sticky goey omega- you're sure of it. The embarrassment you feel at his urging is only quieted by the comfort you find in his touch, the way he holds you steady and tight. Almost captive. The idea of Jin- of your pack omega- doing that is-

Jin's big eyes are filling with tears, you have no doubt he’d be stomping his feet if he was standing if Yoongi wasn’t gently whipping those same tears away. Is this omegaspace? Is this what Jinnie looks like when he falls soft and sweet just as you do?

You have to help, you have to make him stop crying, filling the air with a rancid scent that's so different from his usual scent that it makes you want to cry too.

You nuzzle closer to his throat, where he's still sweet sweet milky. Lying your weight on his chest, he hisses at the sensitivity of having his nipples brush your shirt and you whimper too. Equally as sensitive there. Your hormones spiking wildly.

But you follow your instincts and the animal lurking beneath your skin that tells you to get your mouth on your pack omega and suck. Suckling on Jinnie’s scent gland, squishy and swollen under your teeth. Worrying away at it between your teeth.

That seems to settle him a bit, he goes lax under you almost instantly, sighing, coming up to cup the back of your head, urging you closer until you go dizzy with it. "Good omega- good little pup." Yoongi wipes a little saliva from your cheek, and your eyelashes flutter.

"The alphas- the alphas next- have to make sure everyone is taken care of- have to s'my pack, my pups." Jinnie babbles.

You wait until he settles and falls back asleep before you stop sucking at his skin and sit up. A little hazy at the edges. Pulling away. You've left several small red marks in your wake.

You’re starting to feel a little restless. Yesterday you’d thought that you could spend the rest of the month asleep and now? Now you fidget. Every time you try and leave the nest the alphas are there, corralling you back to it but you can’t help it. You want to look closer at Jin’s decoy nests in the hall, and the kitchen. You want to hunt down Noodle and maybe brush him a little. Brush him and give him treats and keep him closer and-

You hear the others smile when you say that, babbling mindlessly about this and that. And you know that it’s just your omegan nesting instincts, they’re the same instincts that you feel when you braid Jungkook’s hair, Tae’s too- perched on the edge of the nest. Keeping it away from their faces. Pressing your body along Tae’s side, hands guided by Jungkook, the three of you eat more breakfast to bulk up for the heat, for when you'll want little else but to fuck and be fucked.

But when your bellies are well and truly full, you roughhouse and play as pups do.

Jungkook pushes you down as you tease him by biting into his watermelon before he has a chance to steal the best bite, and he leans low to nip, imitating an alpha growl. It’s a way you’ve play wrestled before, an imitation of the way that Hobi and Jimin and Namjoon fight.

Only sometimes with Tae, less since she’s transitioned and she's deemed herself too delicate for alpha wrestling. You happen to agree.

She doesn't feel delicate when she drags you back by your hips, ignoring the way that they splay almost curious, when she lands a swat over your behind. Not that Jungkook gets any better treatment. Sides drawn over Namjoon's lap, giggling and squirming as half a dozen swats are dispensed over his behind. Just as zoomy as you are. Zoomy but sleepy.

The alphas are keeping an eye out for any sexual contact. “You’ll make it come too quick Koo- for both of you” Namjoon picks up Jungkook and put him back in the nest, away from you and not in the hall. Pouting up at your alpha.

"But hyung- we need to do something other than nap."

"Fine, you can go to the kitchen," Jungkook had perked up at that, "but not a walk Koo, I'm serious, if you were to go for a run right now, I'm not sure all of us could hold Jiminie back."

instincts chaff in strange ways. things that never would ordinarily irritate your alphas turn into grand offenses. like Clanging from the kitchen that comes with a loud shout and puttering feet. as if on queue jimin shouts from a room over.

"The mailman! The fucking mailman just put stuff in our mailbox! I should- I could-"

Tae leans out the door to shout down the hallway. Far away you hear noodle hiss- somewhat agreeing with Jimin’s frustrations.

"Jiminie- calm down, he's just doing his job, he's not here for our omega's."

Our omega's. You like the sound of that. You like the way Tae says it. 'Ours' has a nice ring to it. Relinquished briefly from your exhaustion and with permission- You and Jungkook are free from the nest- enough movement to sate your zoomies.

But not before a bath.

The alphas corral you one by one. You first, Jin second, and Jungkook last into the bathroom upstairs.

You're carried by Jimin and placed there (he almost drops you on the stairs because of how you nuzzle into his throat, his sensitive spot between his collar bones, and the skin over his pulse point is so tempting you can't resist a little nibble.) Tae follows close behind, watching the way your eyebrows pull together, peaking over Jimin's shoulder, teeth buried in his collar bones, and laugh. "Is Minnie yummy baby?"

You just bite down harder, and Jimin curses. His hands and arms remain firm and wrapped around you. Jimin would never drop you.

Huh, you should exploit that.

The shower is unexpectedly docile. Your wandering hands kept from wandering anywhere fun by Jimin's touch around your wrists. he holds you still no matter how much you whine and try to pull them out of his hands. You want to touch but they won't let you.

You try to peer at their knots but Tae picks up your chin and makes you look at just Jimin. You blink water out of your eyes. Jimin puts both your hands in one of his fists and then pushes his wet hair back from his face.

"If you look at us like that pup- what happens next won't be good. We have to make your heat come gentle."

"Gentle" you parrot weakly. Dazed. Shivering beneath the warm spray.

You whine and fight, but Jimin knows- senses you're doing it not to get away but because you like being held, like being manhandled and told what to do. You like the physical reminder that you’re not in control. It's like the play fighting- an imitation of something instinctual.

You squirm until you give in. Tae asks you to move and you move without thinking. Tae asks you to lift your arms and you lift your arms. Every “good pup” makes your brain hazy and your skin hum. Their pheromones are so thick in the air that you swear you can see them swirl. So close and confined to your alpha's your brain falls into a fugue state, almost trancelike.

Tae soaps up your body, cleaning you efficiently, trying not to linger, but it's hard when you keen at every touch, especially your chest, jolting in sensitivity. "I'm sorry pup- oh you're achy here? Mommy promises to kiss them better later." You like the idea of that. You curl close in Jimin's arms while Tae washes your hair. Hissing at every faint brush to your chest.

Places on you are sensitive that never were sensitive before. Your lower back, your chest, your throat. Tae drags the soap into circles and it feels like you spiral down and down. You know you'll be able to scrape together your brain later, but every time you go down into omegaspace it gets a little bit harder to come up for air. Your tether on your lucidity is flimsy at best. As effervescent as soap bubbles.

Jimin gives you light kisses for every order that you follow. his grip on your wrists slowly loostens until he's drawing your arms around his neck and holding you under your behind. "can't have you slipping pup." he says, voice low.

Jimin like you, has trouble speaking through his instincts. but when you open your eyes, he's watching you, keeping you steady and still for tae's touch.

and touch she does, indulging in it. soapy fingers dip low and scrub, inefficent but slow. a soft pleasure that warms you from the inside out, your stays perfectly relaxed. even as you mewl softly. jerking when tae uses the detachable showerhead to wash away the soap suds.

It feels sort of good- getting to scent and talk to and see Tae and Minnie one-on-one like this. Even if seeing them is more like falling asleep under the spray and talking to them is more like whining for your mommy until she gives you stupid chaste kisses to your cheek or forehead.

You tell her they're stupid kisses if they're not on your lips, and she rewards you with a raised eyebrow.

Omegaspace is deceptively hard to get out of, so you stop trying.

Eventually, the water stops falling around you and they help you out, drying off your body with your eyes closed. Arms loosely wound around Jimin’s neck. Tae pinches your cheeks, and you open your eyes before you open your mouth.

You feel like you're hearing everything through water. Yoongi is there and so is Namjoon, watching you with dark eyes, neither afraid nor hungry. tae says something that slips in one ear and out the other. Yoongi holds clothes for you. Just a single shirt, no pants or underwear.

Your body is too sensitive, and won't take or tolerate any more clothes than that- and only if it's his. It will get worse when you're in heat and your body won't be able to take anything touching it but the softest pillows.

Tae pinches your cheeks open gently. There is an orange bottle sitting there on the counter gathering condensation. Dark ink on the side reads 'for emergency uses only.'

You make eye contact with him as Namjoon puts the pill on your tongue.

Feeds you a bit of water, and closes your mouth, stroking your throat until he feels you swallow.

Bitter, It tastes bitter, rancid almost. Your body does not want whatever this pill offers- that you're sure of. You try to fight it, try to pull back, and spit it out. Jimin's rough fingers stroke your throat.

Namjoon puts a hand over your mouth so that you can and Namjoon growls low. "Swallow." You feel the command in your belly, your knees go weak, and you swallow without thinking. They let you go, Jimin sets you down, but still has to hold you up, your legs shaking like a newborn fawn.

"Was that?" You ask, dazed. Your words not making much sense. Yoongi puppets your arms through the holes of a shirt, pulling your wet hair out, stopping it from sticking to the back of your neck like he knows you hate.

"A contraceptive." Namjoon says, "We just have to be sure." You take greedy breaths of his scent. When he takes you from minnie, holding you up. Dizzy, unable to stand if he wasn’t holding you.

"I know pup, I know. Jinnie and Jungkook have to take them too." And when your whines don't cease. "One day" he promises. The rest of your alphas cast dangerously hungry looks over the top of your head.

But things like children, like pups, are not something you've discussed in any detail and with any certainty. Maybe with Yoongi and Tae every now and then. But you haven’t talked about pups like the rest of them have. Not lucidly. You're not thinking clearly right now, you only want pups because of the heat. No other reason.

Still, you pout up at Namjoon upset. Even while he carries you back downstairs, through the quiet house, past noodle sleeping belly up in his favorite window spot, past your shoes organized neatly by the door and to the heat nest. His arms hardly strain as he gets on his knees and then puts you down.

You keep your arms around his neck, looking at him, and Namjoon lets you.

“Mad at me?” You ask, eyes wide and worried, “don want Joonie to be mad at me.” You are so sensitive and sweet in omegaspace.

Namjoon is keenly aware of Yoongi behind him, he’s still a little angry about the car thing. But Namjoon just rubs his cheek against yours in an attempt at mollifying you. “Never mad at you- promise. Never.”

He tries to pull back but you don't let him. The nest is empty except for Jungkook, watching the two of you with wide dark eyes. You think Jinnie must be in the kitchen with your alpha's. You can hear them talk, hear Jin hiss, "I don't need you to carry me Minnie- yes I'm sure."

Namjoon cocks his head at you. Blinking softly. “Would a…” you nuzzle, and Joonie temporarily quiets, his scent thickening as you shuffle forward and settle onto his lap. “Would a punishment help?”

“Puppishment” Jungkook giggles from nearby, hair all ruffled and mused from rubbing his face into some of your plushies. He must like the way that the word fits in his mouth because he says it again and again, in a little singsong voice. “Puppishment pupishment pupishment” he giggles, and you join in laughing.

Namjoon smiles, looking down at the two of you, setting a hand on either of your heads and petting through your hair, you and Jungkook giggle and press your cheeks together. Your giggles quiet and you peer up at Yoongi in the doorway, sipping at a cup of something (coffee maybe? because he hadn't slept well last night- too busy watching over you) waiting until he nods. Giving you permission.

“Maybe? Gentle? just a little pupishment.” Namjoon hums, agreeing.

You go easily and without any squirming, draped over his lap. No need to pull anything down, no panties, nothing underneath your big shirt. At last one of your alpha's is letting you go belly down. You cling to Namjoon’s thighs, almost dizzy with it- the vulnerability and safety in your position.

You can feel yourself dripping, ever so slightly onto your upper thigh and probably Namjoon's leg. you are always so wet and now is no exception. Namjoon has to notice, his fists tightening for a second at the strength it takes him to hold back.

You can feel his restraint in every touch as he starts to rub, taking gentle handfuls of your behind in his big hands, groaning deep.

“Gentle huh? You just want it soft like that right? Soft like you are. thats why you let us do everything for you right? You just want everything soft and good and sweet like you.”

You suddenly cling to Namjoon’s thigh under your chest, almost looking back at him, tucking your face into the covers of the nest and breathing out at the intensity as he strokes over your behind, up and down.

The actual spanks aren’t anything like you’ve gotten before. Namjoon simply lays his hand against your skin a little quicker than a gentle touch. It makes more noise than anything else. And yet your fingers tangle weakly with the nest as he goes. He doesn’t even make you count them.

He doesn’t spend time touching you there or lower to tip you over into outright arousal although even with his restraint you’re embarrassingly close to cumming by the time he pulls back and sets his hand gently over your warmed bottom. Not even pink he’s been so gentle.

He flips you over, and you stare up at him, eyes dazed and glassy. It’s almost like he’s trying to make sure you don’t get too worked up. Despite the half-hardness you can feel first pressing into your stomach, and now, hard and long against your spine. Namjoon isn't rushing this.

Namjoon doesn't pull your shirt down yet, hiked up to just under your breasts. You rub your knees together and his nostrils flare at the smell of slick, he glances down, then back up at you. Your toes curl.

Jk lunches forward to nip at your ankle. Giggling softly. Jk leans his head between your legs and looks.

Namjoon sets his palm against your stomach, and you hiccup. Namjoon’s hands are so big his thumb and pinky stretch from hipbone to hipbone. Your waist is hardly dainty- not anymore- but you feel utterly small when Namjoon looks down at you, jaw rolling, growling out husky, “better?”

You nod, unable to speak or else risk something- some confession of plea that you’re not ready for. Your alpha continues to touch you, your soft belly, mindless swirls of his fingers. Until your heavy breathing quiets. Your alpha- touching you where you’re going to get bred, where he’s going to fill you. Makes you feel like a butterfly pinned to a piece of cardboard.

"Do you think you could tolerate a hole check without cumming?" Namjoon asks, looking conflicted.

"A hold check? Why?" You're still dizzy. "Aren't you going to be in my hole soon anyway?" Yoongi barks a surprised laugh and Namjoon's adam's apple bobs.

"With Jin and Jungkook we've done this enough that we know they've got like a few hours given-" Namjoon swallows, "how they are. But you've slept so much, we don't really know and-" Namjoon pets softly over your stomach. Yoongi is still watching from the door, hiding his smile with wordlessness from the door.

"Your cervix will start to open up so that you can take our knots extra extra deep. But it will only open if you're nearly there."

"Why- why check now?" you ask, you hiccup, sort of overwhelmed. "Not that I don't want to just-"

Yoongi answers from the door. "It means the difference between the alpha's sleeping in the nest or not tonight. That's why Namjoon is asking." He takes a sip, "We should also know, just like- generally- so that we're not surprised." You look at the window, almost dizzy when you realize it's already dark. You are losing time slipping out of your fingers.

You lift your head, shakey. Nodding, flipping back over onto your stomach, and giving Namjoon permission. Yoongi gets in the nest, and on the back of your neck rubbing soothingly.

Namjoon wastes little time. You sigh at the feeling of his fingers filling you- that- yes that is exactly what you want. "Good pup, relax for me" It's hard, and you whimper.

But Namjoon's fingers crook deep, past the first knuckle and all the way to the second. His fingers feel so long and thick inside of you. You clench a little, trying to pull him deeper. You're so tender and hot inside. Yoongi can see it on Namjoon's face the second it registers precisely what your heat feels like from the inside out.

You feel Namjoon Press against something usually hard that has turned spongey and pliable and so so sensitive. So sensitive that it makes your clit twitch against his pant leg, just a little. Jungkook laughs, and you realize he's ducking low, watching.

"Cute"

You whine and squirm and Yoongi whispers sweet nothings to you. Namjoon pets, moving his fingers. Namjoon presses again and after a brief moment of pressure, he slips through. "There we go pup- all nice and open for us, won't be long now."

The hole check is over before it really even begins. Yoongi crouches over you whispering endless praises as Namjoon asks Jungkook where he'd like your slick to go in the nest. It will be soaked with it in no time, but jk still asks for it to be pressed to his tummy.

You watch them, cheeks warming. Watch as Namjoon smears it over Jungkook's soft stomach. A claiming mark if ever there was one.

Jin teeters to the entrance, looking round and pink-cheeked and substantially plied with food. Waddling with Hobi close behind. Jin's gaze darts from you to Namjoon and back again.

"How long?" Of course, Jin knows, knows exactly what Namjoon has done and why.

"Tonight," Namjoon says. Eyes fixated on the pack omega. "probably not until much much later, we can probably sleep so long as nothing triggers her." He turns to Kookie. "You hear that Koo? No funny buisness, alright? You've got to be extra gentle over the next few hours."

Jungkook just blinks up at Namjoon, albeit coquettishly.

Jin goes for a shower next. But it takes significantly more finagling to get him upstairs than it did for you. You’d never imagine that you’d be the obedient one- given your biting and squirming and whining. But you watch them wrangle Jin as Yoongi goes and gets a towel and a brush for your hair. The two of you are gentle and quiet even if the pack omega is anything but.

The truth is, you and Jungkook are purely entertained.

Jin grips the door frame hard enough that the wood creeks, knuckles turning white. While Hobi and Namjoon both try to get him to leave the next, unsuccessfully. Jin’s body jerks and then his head as he lifts his lip and hisses. Somehow he manages to look cute doing it.

"Why you little- don’t you dare tickle me Hoseok." It takes all four of your alphas and eventually your mate to get him upstairs. You grin at them from the nest and watch them struggle.

“I swear to god Namjoon I will scruff you if you try and order me around.”

"Hyung, we both know you'd enjoy it."

Having Namjoon be the bait makes it deceptively easy to corral your plucky little pack omega upstairs to deal with his 5 o'clock shadow and messy hair. Namjoon runs and Jin hunts him down. You wonder if this is how Jin was when he was younger. All mouthy and bratty.

Jungkook usually doesn't feel his grooming instincts too intensely, but the trembling in his muscles stops once he gets the brush in his hand.

You get a little lucid, just a little- while the alpha’s aren’t in the room. the air clearing from their scent. Jungkook sits behind you and brushes your hair. Tugging you close until you're sitting in his lap. Jungkook feels very very warm behind you. Warmer than usual. The shivers and goosebumps on your skin is concerning and your body still isn't self-regulating correctly. but it's a distant worry with jungkook so close and so warm, pressed hard against your spine.

“What are your heats like Kookie?”

Jungkook just shrugs, dragging the brush through your hair gently, tugging out the tangles with a practiced ease. “I don’t know, just like fuckin and cuddling I guess.”

You laugh, cheeks warm, and you can feel the start of it. A subtle swelling need in your stomach, a feeling that has you wanting to protect it and get belly down in the nest where no one can touch it.

No one except Jin and Jungkook and your mate. They'd probably be safe. They'd probably give you belly rubs.

Jungkook’s heat is hitting a little quicker. His body fighting to catch up to yours and Jin’s. You sit in his lap while he combs your hair. Your legs out in front of you, socked feet pushing at the edge of the nest.

At least until Jungkook’s hands get curious.

They skim first over your shoulders, lightly combing your hair into a loose order, then down your back to your waist. The big shirt no pants combo makes you squirm when Jungkook’s hands go around to your front.

Your back arches into his hands, "Sensitive?" he asks, all but pinching your chest between his fingers, massaging gently, feeling where you're big and plush.

"Yeah- they're like- super tender." He hums behind you but doesn’t stop his pinching. Keeping your body taught. You let Jungkook do what he wants with you, dizzy and susceptible to your need to be good and feel good. He cups your chest in his hands, running his palms up and down them- feeling their weight and their give. You don't stop him, you let him touch.

This is what your omega nestmates are for. To check, to make sure your body is safe just like Namjoon did. You have no doubt that if any of the alpha's do anything that Jungkook doesn't like- he'll tell them.

But Jungkook does like it when you squirm and squeak.

You chirp when Jungkook's hands go greedy, rolling your nipples between his fingers. tugging on them gently. His brain is getting away from him- because Jungkook would never talk this way ordinarily. You know very well that he doesn't want pups and yet- his brain and instincts will temporarily convince him that he wants something different.

"Wanna see these swollen with milk for pups, want alpha to put a pup in you, want him to breed both of us so that we can nest together with our tummies-" He giggles, cute, in omegaspace but so lewd with it. "You'd taste so sweet here, I want it- please-"

The idea of having…milk, of letting your pack omega and nestmate feed from you- makes you feel hot and tingly all over. You don't know if Jin put this idea in your mind and jungkook's or if they're both always like this.

You squirm, trying to get away from Jungkook and tell him that this isn't being a good pup and you know it. But before you can- Jungkook's teeth bite into the nape of your neck. Scruffing you and turning you limp and doll-like against his front. Your head goes fuzzy and you stop squirming, completely boneless.

You feel dizzy, so dizzy at it. he doesn't stop his pinch and pull rythem and you wonder why you ever wanted to stop Jungkook, not when it feels so good having his hands on you, so warm. He lets go of your neck with a hum. licking his teeth when they pop free from your skin.

Jungkook's hands are free to inch lower- past the hem of your shirt and between your thighs. Past your tummy and past your pussy, down low. 

Lower than the alphas would like but there are no alphas here, just you and Jungkook and the nest.

You try to back up into him as his fingers tease, wet with slickness from the first brush.  You wonder if you're leaking a lot already- if you're going to get all wet and messy with your heat. You're already so much wetter than Jungkook and Jin get normally. You're glad that Jin put down some waterproof blankets on the bottom of the nest. It's so embarrassing.

(If only you knew. Jungkook's salivating and he's not even an alpha. Waring with the idea of keeping you close on top of him like this, or detangling himself from you to have a taste. To bully his way back between your thighs like he woke up this morning. He should have taken it while he had the chance. He wants to taste your sweetness, your willingness to be bred, the fertility of your heat hot and sweet on his tongue. He knows the alpha's will go crazy for it. They always do.)

“Can’t wait for Alpha to put his knot in your puphole and make you cry, you're so pretty when you cry, wish I had a knot too- it's so so so unfair.” His fingers continue to move, your toes scrunch, at the pleasure, back arching.

“Which one?”

"Which what?"

"Which hole," you ask shyly. About to close your legs until Jungkook pinches and squeezes at your thighs. His fingers dimple in the fullness there. Opening you wide and pinching until you leave them that way- open and ready for the taking.

You eye the door warily. From the sound of it- your pack is preoccupied with wrangling Jinnie upstairs. but the door is open, anyone could walk by and see your pussy spread open like this. like this- you are jungkook's to display and taunt the alpha's with.

Jungkook presses the pads of his fingers over your entrance. Pinky rubbing low until you squirm from a new kind of sensitivity.

“All of them. This one too.”

You squirm, and Jungkook’s fingers continue their small movements, it’s not like he’s fingering you, but his finger ghosts over your hole, then the other. Clean and soft and damp with slick from where your pussy dribbled down, both entrances sensitive and wet and achey.

His purr builds behind you as he feels and feels and feels. Exploring. His voice is warbly and deep from the purr. "I wish I had two pupholes like you do. Girl omegas are so lucky- can take so many knots at once. Knots are so cute and chubby, wanna bite ‘em."

You giggle and he joins you. Two omegas and a singular fever building between you. Neither of you are thinking straight. Neither in omegaspace nor out of it. "I don't think the alphas would appreciate that."

His fingers tread higher, pressing into your clit until you jerk, rubbing up and down it so that your happy scent bleeds higher and higher. Jungkook pinches, and you try to grab his wrist. Gasping and jerking forward.

Jungkook tugs gently, back and forth, just like with your nipples and it's almost like he's trying to milk you there. your socked feet push at the nest but jungkook holds you and you can't get away from it. it's too much. The pleasure pain need of it is so intense you see black spots in your vision.

You're a little panicked, “Koo- koo- can't- please- they’ll be angry.”

“Let them be.”

But after another tug, He lets your clit go and you jerk, resting back against his front. Hiccuping. Jungkook's fingers stay like that between your legs, urging little 'ah ah ah's from your throat. But he doesn't get quite so rough with you again. This time- Jungkook stays soft.

Wetness and the sweetness of slick slowly building and building- not just from you. Jungkook stops teasing you quite so bad and just leaves his fingers at the precipice of entering you. Plugging up the slick and keeping it from dripping out. Resting his fingers just there inside of you, almost like reverse cockwarming. Like he's keeping your hole warm and stretched around his fingers. Ready for the alpha's later.

It's a little maddening. Having him just touch but not move. Have him guard your holes and settle back. There's very little satisfaction in it.

Sweat drips down your temple, Jungkook leans forward to nuzzle it and lap at your cheek.

You're still like that, legs splayed so that Jungkook can play with you and on display When Namjoon and Yoongi round the corner into the nest room.

You jolt at the sudden surprise and try to close your legs, but Jungkook keeps them open with messy fingers. Slick turning your skin glossy when Jungkook holds your thigh open. Yoongi's chest heaves, and he curses low, "Jesus Koo you-" Yoongi actually laughs. Rubbing at his face, cheeks pink.

Namjoon is not amused, eyes going dark. Especially once Jungkook takes his fingers away and lets you gush, just a little. A barely visible trail of slick dripping from one hole to the other as they watch. Yoongi's Addams apple bobs as he swallows.

Namjoon's wearing a dark red mark on his collarbone (probably from Jin given once he caught him) The top of his shoulders crested with faint wetness like he'd unintentionally gotten stuck under the spray of the shower upstairs. But Namjoon looks…steamy. Steaming with anger once Jungkook’s fingers tread lower. He takes your slick and feeds it back up to your fluttering entrance.

It's sort of hot, you clench around Jungkook's fingers and both of them- both Namjoon and Yoongi look, watching. Yoongi covers his mouth, "fuck Jungkook you can't-"

You can feel Jungkook’s grin pressed to the back of your neck, you know what his eyes look like- owlish over the top of your head. Namjoon glares from the doorway, as Jungkook's fingers just barely tread inside and you mewl softly. jungkook spreads his fingers, Holding you open and showing your alpha and your mate how warm and wet you are. Don't they want a taste? Don't they want to feel inside? Jungkook can feel and it’s ////heavenly.

Namjoon's foot depresses the edge of the nest. “Touching what isn’t yours Koo?" Namjoon shakes his head, jaw rolling. "You know better.”

Jungkook does not go easily. Namjoon ends up having to call for backup. Jimin almost slips coming down the stairs. The wooden thud of his ass connected with a step resounding through the house.

Things go from being good to being scary to being good again so fast it gives you whiplash.

Yoongi helps you sit up on your thighs, still too shakey to stand. You don’t need to be held while Jungkook twists and rolls out of Namjoon and Jimin’s hold laughing all the while. The alpha's groan in frustration, unable to get their arms around him for long, unable to subdue him. Both of you watch, Yoongi leans down to kiss your forehead, "You okay?" you shift, uncomfortable. And he produces a wipe from somewhere a hidden stash of clean-up items in the rim of the nest. "Messy there?" he knows you so well. Hands it over rather than clean you himself. Although it's mostly a lost cause.

Jungkook laughs and rolls again while Namjoon curses. Cheek’s pink, scent sweetening while being chased. “Every time” Yoongi informs you, “every time- every heat- Jungkook makes the alpha’s chase him.” His giggle warms your back.

 Jimin tries to get his hands around Jungkook’s wrists but he twists and twists and twists.

You giggle from the nest, at their frustration, at how Jungkook’s clearly enjoying himself. Dodging their hands. But then there’s Tae, there by the door, Crossing her arms and waiting expectantly. All but tapping her slippered foot. Staring down at him completely unimpressed.

It takes them a second to spot her. Jimin does first, straightening up immediately once he spots her glower. Jungkook does not spot her as quickly sliding to the floor with his hands around Namjoon’s waist, grinning, cheeks pink and eyes hazy. Almost pulling his pants down with how tight he grapples with him.

"Jungkook.”

Jungkook looks up, face going pale, shooting to his feet in front of her. Not flinching when she reaches out and pinches his nape. Jungkook lets her and whines through it. “There we go pup, you just needed someone to make you listen huh? Come upstairs. Now.” Jungkook follows, as if in a trance. Unable to tear his eyes away from her. Obediently holding her hand, looking scolded and mildly scared.

Your mate huffs and leans over to scoop you closer, but you squirm. Remembering his promise to let you go outside of the nest once you'd showered.

“Tae is kinda scary when she wants to be.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, staring after her lovingly.

“Do you think you could eat some more breakfast?”

“Maybe.” You say, and Yoongi smiles sweetly. With his arms around you, it's the calmest you've felt, the gentlest you've felt all morning. It's not like omegaspace- although you know you're in it, as you whine against his throat.

Yoongi smiles, “I’ll take that. C’m on.”

You know what awaits Jungkook upstairs, a spanking over the clothes and not under because that would be giving in too much. And any more would surely send Jungkook hurtling straight past pre-heat and into heat.

Jungkook doesn’t understand what the big deal is, it’s going to be a shit show anyways, with three omegas in heat and only 5 packmates to help them through it. It means that no one will be offered a full heat spike of time in between knotting's. Even less because Yoongi doesn’t have a knot (obviously) and probably won’t be able to help as much with Jungkook and Jin like he used to.

Judging from the way you wrap yourself around his back and stubbornly refuse to go anywhere- he’ll be preoccupied during your heat. You stare at Yoongi as he guides you to the kitchen, bumping into the couch and the walls because you don’t want to stop looking. Hobi laughs, coming around you, guiding you away from the lamp. He doesn’t ask what you’re doing out of the nest. He already knows. He’s toting Jin behind him- who looks sleepy and soft and scrubbed raw.

He doesn't talk, probably can't with the strength of his purrs as Hobi sits him down at the kitchen island and starts feeding him. You stubbornly refuse to sit anywhere but Yoongi's lap. A predicament that Yoongi is only too happy to have himself in. Enough that Hobi leans over and teases you with a pinch to your scent gland.

“Huh, maybe you won’t even need us, just want your mate huh?”

“Jinnie and Yoongi and Koo- please Koo,” you parrot, feeling small. Eyes upturned at Yoongi, asking him so nicely for it that he can't help but squeeze around your waist extra tight. You let out a little squeak. As if on cue from upstairs, you hear a loud shout, a tumble, a giggle. Probably the alpha's manhandling Jk into the tub and Jungkook making them work for it.

Yoongi is quite plainly using your squishy-at-the-edges state to ply you with enough fruit to fill your tummy and hopefully tide you over. Getting you to eat over the next few days will be difficult, and he’s trying (and succeeding) to fatten you up in the meantime- just a little.

Most of the food and fruit- the pack's usual rut and heat staples, were prepped yesterday by the others during Yoongi's staring match with the street. The food is mild enough that it won’t bother your stomach.

You are utterly obedient whenever he holds out a piece of food, lips closing around his fingers, chewing and looking up at him, listless almost not blinking. The next time he feeds you- you bite down past the fruit and onto his fingers. Jin has to lean over to pinch your jaw to get you to let go. "Sorry," you say, licking your teeth. Aching and aching and aching. "Didn't mean to just-"

"It's okay." Yoongi just wipes his fingers on a nearby cloth, "You can bite me all you like."

"Can I?" you ask, almost excited for it.

"Of course, I'm yours." You purr, and park for face in Yoongi's throat, and really- it works against him, because now he can't get you to eat anymore, can't until he sighs and starts to pop the buttons on his sleep shirt. "There, happy now?" You suck hickey after hickey onto Yoongi's chest. Echoing each mark for a bit of food.

Hobi leaves because Tae calls for him, not upstairs but from the nesting room, leaving you, Jin, and Yoongi to eat. Eventually, you push at Yoongi's hands, nudging him to the pack omega. Jin eats slowly, eyes on you, pink-cheeked and slow. You're starting to burn a fever and Yoongi and Jin both know it won't go away.

"How will I know when my heat's hitting?" You'd asked earlier, "You'll know" is all Jinnie had said.

When the fruit is maybe half finished you start to hear it- some shouting from the other room. Not Jungkook, not even Hobi who returned upstairs to give Jungkook the remainder of his bath but is coming down now. Jungkook like you- had refused all but one item of clothing at this point. Is only in shorts. Yoongi does not let you scent him as you walk by. Joining the sound of Jimin, Namjoon, and Tae arguing in the other room.

It's a little silly when you see.

They've got the pack's sex toy boxes open in front of them, knots and cocks and dildos all laid out on the edge of the nest, big ones and colorful ones and ones with knotting attachments. The pack doesn't see these things as their replacement but as their best asset in heat.

And yet, they bicker.

"There's just no way- I know you want to do this heat all-natural hyung. But we won't be able to."

"Not unless we take fucking Viagra or something." Tae doesn’t laugh, a clawed hand over her face.

"No way, no one is taking anything. Mini- we can make due."

"My knot is gonna fall off hyung."

"It is not."

"Is too."

"Is not."

They're all overtired, instincts awake and exerted, just the same as you. Yoongi steps through you and Jin to go comfort them at the same moment that Hobi lets go of Jungkook's wrist. The rest of them are inside of the nest room leaving You, Jungkook, and Jin out in the hallway.  

Jungkook widens his stance. Just a little. Powerful thighs tensing.

(At the end of the day, your heat is less of a controlled burn, and more of an explosion)

His dark eyes are wide, tracking the alpha movements, you watch Jungkook watch them. Feeling the sluggish thump of your heartbeat. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jin mirror him. Feet shoulder with apart, at the ready.

Your heart thuds loud in your ears as you watch the alpha's movements too. All of a sudden, you can't take your eyes off of them. They’re not a threat but not not a threat. You're closest but you still brace yourself.

You physically watch the hair stand up on Namjoon's neck, and the alpha's turn slow. Eyes narrowing. Jin's hand slides from your wrists to your hand, giving you a squeeze before he lets go. Jin's grinning. So is Jungkook- it's a little feral- but it feels it feels-

There is a heat under your skin, burning everywhere your body touches that's not them, like a brand or maybe like a freshly forged string of fate.

it feels Good, it burns but you feel free. Your instincts course through you like adrenaline only worse. You do not feel settled, you feel alive and wild. Strong and powerful. You feel ready. All three of your scents swell sweet, building and building on each other, you sway, a little unsteady. Teetering.

Namjoon's eyes are so wide they could be mini-moons. His chest rippled with a warning growl. "Omega." It's a warning, the lethal purr in Namjoon’s tone says no nonsense will be tolerated.

 Jungkook takes it as a challenge.

For a second, no one moves and no one breathes, but then you're scattering like the rats from Ratatouille. The omegas running and giggling down the hall and the alpha bolting after you, trying to catch you. Legs pumping, moving against the floor.

Yoongi bolts, anticipating your movement the second before you do. He's quicker than all the alphas and he goes for you first. Grabbing you and heaving you up as you giggle and kick your feet the alpha shoots past you.

"No! I've gotta!"

Omegaspace zoomies are so much fun, Yoongi is grinning, lets you down, lets you take another step before he's trying to scoop you up again. A cat playing with a mouse, letting it get a bit farther away before you pounce.

Only you have learned, you did learn from Jungkook earlier, because you twist out of Yoongi's arms.

"Oh no you don't-"

Namjoon lunges for Jin but the pack omega dodges and Namjoon's arms close around nothing. Jungkook is the fastest by far and Jimin's legs pump, almost sliding across the smooth polished floor to get to Jungkook. The omega laughs as he slips out of Jimin's grasp.

You try to follow them but you don't get very far, someone's hands around your wrist that almost tugs you clean off your feet but into a pair of arms. Several pairs of arms, sweet smelling and victorious surround you.

Really, you never had a chance.

There is something in your instinct settled by it, by being chased and restrained. Your alphas can’t have you unless they try- unless they try really really hard to catch you. they won’t be able to take the sweetness between your legs and do something with it unless they earn it.

You get dragged to the floor. Tae's dress feels silky against your shins. Yoongi's hands are rough on your shoulders. Hobi's touch- hard against your thigh. you laugh and try to roll again but this time- you are unable to get away from them.

You look up at them and whimper. Parting your legs in defeat. hot, you feel hot all over.

Yoongi doesn't hesitate, palms you blatantly between your legs. "is this what you needed sweetheart? A little bit of roughness. you're too delicate. too little for things like this. almost makes me think you don't want us to be gentle with you."

you're so hot you feel like you're burning, whimpering out something that sounds suspiciously like "please"

"you need to ask."

you can do little more but chirp in reply. but yoongi wasn't really expecting anything coherent from you at this point.

Jungkook gets the farthest. Almost to the end of the hall before Jimin bares down upon him, pushing him almost to the floor. Jungkook's mouth open in a soundless snarl. Face more animal than human as he paws at Jimin's body. Neither trying to hurt him or pleasure him. Needy and feral.

Jimin tries to turn him over, to get him to present but Jungkook won't. Not until he's in the nest. You should be trying harder to get away. Harder to get out of Yoongi's hands around your waist but you don't, too busy watching.

Namjoon and Jin are similarly wrestling. A little less far into the hall but still farther than you got. The pack omega is belly up, not belly down, making Namjoon work for it to try and twist him around. It's feral and it's a little primal. The way that Namjoon nips at his throat. Jin tries to kick at Namjoon's thigh but Namjoon grabs it and pulls him back by his ankle, Jin's whole body sliding on the floor. 

Tae grabs one of your wrists and Hobi grabs the other, yoongi hooks his fingers into your pussy, one hand around your middle and in a feat of strength that impresses you the small tiny corner of your brain that's lucid- he picks you up off the floor. Heaving you up back towards the nest. Towards safety. yoongi's fingers leave you and you want them back instantly. crying for it.

Jimin throws Jungkook over his shoulder. Namjoon and Jin keep fighting, too evenly matched. Another alpha will have to help him settle the pack omega. Once you’re in the nest, once you’re knotted and docile and fucked so full you can’t move.

You grind back against Yoongi's hips, feeling the hardness there, the cock that's yours yours yours. Almost giddy at the prospect of getting put in your place.

You grin and taste blood.

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Notes

this is another chapter of mindless fluff- mostly because i just could not edit it in time with the last chapter.

i feel like i need to warn you guys that the next chapter! the heat sex stuff! will not be able to be posted for at least another two weeks because i am going away next weekend to the west coast to help my older sister shop for her wedding dress. i wish i was one of the those people who could write on planes but i can'ttttt i have about 3k already written for it but! it's going to take me a minute and i'm sorry!

i didn't origionally intend for there to be so much body worship in this- but i think given the m/c's internal monolouge early in the series, a bit of tummy worship can't hurt.

m/c, me, and everyone looking at jk: i wanna knock him up.

i think i may have gone a bit far with the jin wanting to brestfeed the m/c thing, but i cant even help it it makes me feel so soft in like a horny sort of way i loveeeee it

i don't know why i love the idea of woumb fucking so much, like listen- i know that it's physically impossible in humans and like- that it's all just a fantasy but i love this fantasy.

there was surprisingly more smut in this chapter than i originally intended.

i am also usually not a fan of booty stuff but??? jk + booty stuff??? yes please give it to me, i love that he just plays the m/c like a fiddle.

maybe the use of 'puphole' is cringey but it's also so cute and lewd i like it. let me know if it squiks you or not.

i think i might...be into pussy torture a little...like when jk pinches her clit and is a little mean thats like- so my thing you know. jk goes so feral.

this chapter is a little less like "there are concrete things that happen" and more just me thinking of things i want to write and putting it in <3

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Sugar Plum Princess

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Short!Shy!Wife

summary: Y/n feels a little under the weather after a snow day so Henry gives his sweet shy wife a taste of his special “medicine” (Major Dom Henry)

Disclaimer: Story is completely fictional and may contain inappropriate content

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“Bunny, what were ya doin’ out there? Shoulda be in here gettin’ warm with me” Henry grumbled helping his precious little wife strip out of her white winter suit, her giggles filling his ears every time he’d lightly spank her ass and jiggle it in his warm hands. “M’sorry never seen snow so thick before! Look, Look!” She squealed excitedly showing him the cute selfies she had taken with her snowman she’d named ‘Hen Bear’ after him.

“Don’t ya jus look adorable sweet pea? Gonna send these to me alright?” He smirked seeing how irresistible she looked, the fact that she was all his and his alone made his cock twitch. Y/n on the other hand had butterflies zooming in her stomach, feeling one of her husbands hands fondling her ass while the other was busy typing on her new phone.

“Really pretty?” She twinkled twirling on her toes, her hands holding onto his blue t-shirt, standing on her toes to nuzzle into his neck; the scruff of his beard scratching her ever so gently. “The prettiest baby” He cooed cupping the back of her head, throwing her phone onto the armchair at the corner of their bedroom. “Now come on, get into bed before ya get a cold sweetpea” Clad in only a flimsy thong and a bra, Y/n found herself being smothered by cuddles and kisses once Henry had tucked them both into the mess of blankets; not that she was complaining she absolutely loved cuddles.

- - -

“Now what did I say about yesterday bunbun?” Henry asked setting down a cup of apple juice by the bed, Y/n’s tired eyes looking up at him lovingly as his fingers brushed over her face. “N-not to go out, but but, the snow s’pretty and I hadta” Y/n mumbled nuzzling herself into the comforters, causing Henry’s heart to crack itself open a tiny bit, his sugar babe was sick and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Earlier on in the wee hours of the morning Y/n had broken into a fever, one which Henry spotted when he turned her over to face him. At the start of their relationship Y/n had always asked that if she turned away from Henry while asleep, he was to turn her around and make sure he was cuddling her, or else as she said “I’ll be really angry and won’t talk to you ever again!” Which was a complete lie because when that did happen, Henry had acted cold as if he didn’t care, ultimately breaking sweet Y/n’s heart; leading him to snatch her up in his arms to show her how much he loved her in their beloved bedroom. “My sweet little wife, ya know you’re all mine right? No one else can have ya but me”

After helping her to take a sip of apple juice, Henry went to his side of the bed and was about to slip in. “Nuh-uh mister, y-you can get sick n’ I don’t wan’ you sick” Y/n squealed cornering herself to the edge of the bed, her legs kicking at Henry to keep him away from her. “No fucking kicking me honey” He grumbled grabbing onto each of her ankles, making her whimper and cower at his massive build. Using his sheer strength he dragged her to him, revealing her naked body, which felt hot to the touch; making Henry wince.

“B-but you’re gonna feel icky if ya come near me H-Hen”

“I don’t give a fuck sugar, you’re my little sugar plum n’ if I wanna cuddle on ya then I will. Do you not want me anymore?” Henry taunted, using his manipulative tone, seeing his bunbun’s mouth fall open and head shake rapidly from

side to side before she let out a loud sob. “O-ow” She whimpered holding onto her head due to the migraines, Henry scoffed before bending down and cradling her head to his chest, “S’okay baby, sometimes your brain is all foggy cause ya too precious, and ya need your husband to clear it”

His hands reached down and felt her hot wet juices start to leak out of her, her second set of lips warm and slick for him. “w-what are you doing b-bear? M’still feelin’ icky” She whined, her arms around his shoulders, her glossy eyes peering into his as his lips softly rubbed themselves against hers; to a point where she had taken initiative and let her tongue run over his lips to coax his out.

“Thought you still felt icky baby?��� Henry pulled away, chuckling when he felt her legs lock around his waist to keep him closer, soft whines leaving her as she wiggled in his grasp. “S-stop teasing and bein’ a meanie Hen! W-want you to make the fogginess go away” She whimpered, her cheeks hot to touch along with the rest of her body.

“Course honey, I know jus’ how to make it go away, jus’ let daddy have some of his sweet treat, s’that okay bunbun?” He whispered nudging his nose against hers cutely, his heart clenching when she wrinkled her nose and nodded giddily. “Y-ya promise it’ll work?”

She asked worried, “Have I ever lied to ya sugar?”

“N-no”

Not that she knew anyway.

“S’okay baby, c’mere” Henry grunted, both of them were on their sides facing each other, his hand lifting her leg up whilst his cock slipped through her pussy lips, coating itself in all her goodness. “I-is it bad? Am-am I gonna havta see a doctor?” She asked nervously in between not so subtle moans, her hole was practically clenching around nothing.

“After a’ treat your pussy baby, you won’t need a doctor, promise” Henry smirked fitting his cock into her wet warm fuckhole, her hands around his torso, while his groped and massaged her ass like the rough lumberjack he was. “Let me taste those lips baby, stick that tongue out for me too bunny” His open mouth clamping on top of hers, his spit mixing in with her between their lips as she sucked on his tongue.

Pulling their lips apart, her lips were still wrapped around his tongue, sucking on it as if it was her favourite strawberry sucker, her eyes as wide as saucers as she looked up at him as if he was the most amazing thing in the world. “Do ya want some of my medicine baby, promise it’ll make all the ickiness go away” “Mhm wan’ it all da- Hen” She said wide eyed nodding her head,

“Open wide wifey, n’ swallow” He said bringing one hand to cup her jaw, her mouth forming a circle as he spat into his lewdly, feeling his lover’s hole clench at the nickname he called her. After all these months she still found herself getting giddy snd excited anytime he’d call her his wife, “m’ your wife n’ you’re my husband” She’d say at least once a day, almost as if she couldn’t believe it.

Swallowing his saliva readily, Y/n’s eyes had rolled to the back of her head as Henry’s thrusts were deeper and slower, the nestle of curls on his cock itching her clit to a point of rawness, his balls slapping her like it was his hand. “Good girl, gon’ make ya all better honey, promise” He moaned feeling her lips all over his neck, her tongue lazily drawing over it letting it shine with her spit.

“L-love you s-so much, f-feels fuzzy n’ warm” Y/n hiccuped, her own fingers reaching down to hold her lips wider open, letting Henry’s thumb press down directly onto her swollen nub, “Oh- fuck” She gasped while his thumb rubbed rougher circles on her precious sensitive button, “language sugar” He snarked spitting onto her bouncing breasts, licking them up as his thrusts didn’t let down once.

“Fuck baby your tits are so pretty, your nipples beggin’ to be sucked on” He mocked laughing slightly, his lips surrounding a hardened bud while she pressed her tits smothering his face, letting him motorboat her soft pillows; fuck was he in love with his gorgeous wife, n’ he couldn’t help but feel proud at how easy it was for him to get her.

“Imagine these fleshy tits full of milk, all swollen and ready” His mouth greedily moved between each breast, her voice whining and whimpering at each of his filthy words. “N-nothin but my little hole, always so needy and wantin’ attention, but it’s okay baby, i’ll give ya everything ya need” He groaned looking straight back at her, his shaft nearly giving in with each clench and push, her tongue laying out with her eyes rolling back; her lips mumbling incoherent words , “Wan’ it so bad” “m’just your hole b-bear” “W-would you t-take

my milk too, n-not just my hole?” She screamed finally creaming around his shaft, her legs kicking involuntarily while her orgasm rocked through her body. His lips raining kisses all over her face and her lips, her tongue dominating over his lazily as she seemed desperate to taste him.

“I’d take your milk just like this sugar” He moaned gently pulling out, finding the strength to straddle and hover over her torso, his thick paws pushing her tits together dirtily as his length laid in the valley between them. Y/n’s hair was splayed over the pillows majestically, her face dazed and smiley as her tongue gave kitty licks to the head of his shaft, sweat visibly dripping down her face. “W-what else?” She asked.

“I’d fuck your tits everyday bun, treat it like a second pussy, your milk squirting all over me n’ you; letting me taste your sweet treasure that ya made” His balls suddenly felt heavier, his breaths deepening each time he’d thrust and his shaft would go straight into his wife’s mouth. Her breasts surrounding him like a blanket, causing more of his “medicine” to spurt onto her gorgeous face.

“y-yummy” She whispered picking some up with her finger and licking it lewdly, Henry’s lips smashing onto hers affectionately, not caring that he was tasting himself as he licked her face clean and spat it onto her waiting tongue. “W-will I still need the doctor?”

“No honey, you’ll be alright, m’sure of it” He whispered kissing her forehead, feeling her temperature, thankfully their activities had caused her fever to break; all thanks to him. “Y-you love me right?” She asked out of the blue, her fingers twiddling with his beard shyly,

“What sorta question is that? course I do”

“W-well earlier ya didn’t say it back!” She whimpered kissing his chest softly, all over the bite marks she left. “M’sorry sugar plum, swear just forgot, your pussy is jus’ too good” He smirked causing her to giggle and hit his chest, his fingers rubbing over her stomach gently, taking the extra bit of skin in his hands and bending down to kiss and love on it. “I love you so so much” He whispered against her stomach, the part he knew she was most insecure about, but if anything he just saw it as more of her to love. His sugar plum princess.

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Broken Furnace

The heat in the whole apartment building was out. With it being winter and a couple feet of snow on the ground, it made for a miserable time. 

Ian was curled up on the couch, a blanket thrown over him. Thank God he didn’t get cold easily. 

“Mick, come on! You’ll miss the movie.” 

“I’m coming, hold your tits!” Mickey’s voice floated out in slight irritation. “Jesus, how long did she say until it’s fixed? It’s fucking freezing in here.” 

“Don’t know,” Ian replied, not taking his eyes off the screen. “She just said she hopes it’ll be back on soon.” 

There was some unintelligible grumbling from the other room which Ian barely paid attention to. “We could go back home if you want,” he said. “Lip won’t mind.” 

“I’m not staying where Philip is anymore than necessary.” 

“You know that everyone knows you two don’t actually hate each other, right?” Ian rolled his eyes. They just tended to throw barbed insults at each other for the fun of it. It wasn’t unusual to find them on the porch sharing a joint and talking. 

Mickey came around the corner, and Ian had to bit his tongue so he wouldn’t full on grin at how fucking adorable his husband looked. 

“Doesn’t mean I wanna see him on my day off,” Mickey said, oblivious to Ian’s expression. 

He was wearing Ian’s hoodie, for one. It was a bit big on him, falling down on his thighs. The sleeves went past his hands too, had to be pulled up so they weren’t covered. That, plus his black sweatpants and thick socks. 

“Move over,” he said gruffly. 

Ian could have, but messing with his husband was much more fun. “No.” 

“What?” Mickey said, surprised. 

“I’m comfortable,” Ian shrugged. “If you want, you can sit on my lap.” 

“Sit on your-no, why are you trying to be so gay, man?” Mickey said, disgruntled. “Just move the fuck over.” 

But Ian just smiled sweetly, and alright, a little smugly too. “Fine, if you don’t wanna sit in my lap, take one of the kitchen chairs.” 

Mickey stared at him in disbelief. 

“Come on, Mick. It’s just us here. No one’s going to see you.” 

He wasn't actually going to force Mickey into it. There were only so many things his husband tolerated before he was uncomfortable. But Mickey must have accepted his fate, grumbling under his breath while plopping down in Ian’s lap. The red-head let out an oof, adjusting himself so he wouldn’t get a cramp. 

“This doesn’t leave this fucking room, got it?” Mickey scowled. 

Ian circled his arms around his freezing husband, feeling him start to relax when the warmth came over him. “Got it.” 

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, Ian thought. He could handle a little bit more of this now that Mickey was cuddled up in his arms. If he wouldn’t risk his husband’s temper skyrocketing, he would’ve tried taking a picture. 

He still might. 

“You know, you look pretty damn sexy in my hoodie.” 

“Fuck off,” Mickey said, the tips of his ears going red. “It was the only thing clean since you didn’t do the fucking laundry.” 

Ian would be generous enough not to point out that Mickey’s own hoodie was clean and hanging up in the closet too. Instead, he’d focus on his legs which were currently suffering with the circulation being cut off by the added weight of his husband. “Turn around for me, Mick.” 

“Why? If this is you tryin’ to get a picture, Gallagher, you got another thing coming-” 

“This is me trying to get the circulation back in my legs, asshole,” Ian cut him off. Mickey stared suspiciously, causing him to sigh loudly. “I’m serious, Mickey.” 

He took hold of Mickey’s shoulders, maneuvering him so his back was against Ian’s chest, their legs stretched out and his arms loosely around his husband’s frame. The whole time, Mickey was kind of stiff, so Ian said, 

“If you want me to move, I can.” 

 “No...” Mickey said, voice a bit tight. “S’fine.” 

“You sure?” Ian said, a touch of concern creeping in his own voice. “We don’t have to do this.” 

Mickey nodded, nearly knocking into Ian’s chin in the process. “It’s fine.” 

“Okay,” Ian nuzzled in his hair. “You know, you should grow your hair out again.” 

“Fuck no,” Mickey said with a slight laugh. “That was a one time thing, Red.” 

“You sure?” Ian whispered near his ear. As predicted, he was rewarded with a shiver from Mickey that had nothing to do with the cold. 

“I ain’t gonna be able to concentrate on the movie if you keep that up.” 

“Fine by me,” Ian said with a pleased grin. 

“And I ain’t taking any of this off. Too fucking cold for that.” 

“You don’t have to,” Ian tilted his head, kissing down along his neck, hearing the sharp hiss from his husband. He felt Mickey grab onto his knee, squeezing it hard, leaning his head to the side to give him more access. 

They didn’t often leave marks on each other where it could be seen and with the way he was going, it couldn’t be guaranteed that it wouldn’t be seen. 

And really, it was all thanks to the broken furnace. 

[ghostboneswrites2]

Hello hello!!

Love your writing so much just wanted to say thanks :)

I also have a request if you have time

May I request a Daryl x reader during the prison time frame when Reader is up in the watch tower and it starts to rain (they are dry in the tower) and they are just enjoying the smell and sound of the rain when Daryl joins them? Maybe Reader talking about how calm the rain makes them feel? Fluff ensues pls :)))

Again, if you don't have time seriously don't worry about it! Your writing is amazing and I don't want to make you stressed or anything!

Make sure to eat the foods you love and drink lots of water!!

Take care!

Thank you so much for the request anon you are so sweet!!

Note: Reader will be gender neutral since anon used they/them <3 ((also working on some more daryl x gender neutral reader and daryl x non fem pronouns if anyone wants to make those requests when my asks open back up!))

No warnings :) silly fluffy little one shot

Rained In

        Watch duty was always your favorite. You enjoyed the view of the treetops. Even more when it started to rain, and the inside of the tower got dim as the sun was blanketed in gray. 

        You sat near the balcony, just far enough under the awning that you wouldn't be drenched. You hugged your knees to your chest and rested your chin on top of them, just enjoying the view as the rain showered over the trees.

        "'M supposed to take over for ya." Daryl appeared behind you.

        "Oh, that's okay." You said kindly. "This is my favorite time to watch."

        "When it rains?" He asked, sitting down beside you in a similar position.

        "Yeah." You smiled sadly. "I used to like sitting on my porch and taking a nap to the sound."

        "Mm." He nodded. "I like the smell."

        "Me too. So earthy and sweet."

        "Yeah." He agreed. "My mom used to open the windows when it rained and read to us."

        "That sounds nice. I bet she was lovely."

        "She was." He agreed quietly. You leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder.

        "I could tell you stories." You offered.

        He scoffed.

        "Ain't a kid no more, darlin'." 

        "Me neither." You said sadly.

        "It's just so relaxing, you know? Like nature's white noise. It makes me.." You yawned. "Sleepy."

        He straightened his legs out. 

        "Take a nap." He shrugged.

        "Here?" You asked.

        "My legs ain't pillows but you can try."

        "Hmm..." You shuffled and curled up beside him, head resting comfortable on his thigh as you watched the rain. "Yeah, this could work."

        He traced his fingers over the side of your face, running them from your brow to your jaw.

        "That tickles." You mumbled.

        "Mm." He hummed, moving his hand up to your hair to massage your scalp. "That better?"

        "That feels so good." You moaned, eyes fluttering as your lids grew heavy.

        "Go 'head and nap." He said softly.

        "Well I'm trying if you'd shut up." You joked. He glared down at you and pinched your side. You yelped.

        "That tickled!" You whined.

        "Smartasses get pinched." He shrugged.

        You nuzzled up and got comfy again, shivering a little on the cold concrete floor. He slid his vest off and laid it over you.

        "Oh, wow. I'm honored." You smirked.

        "Wanna get pinched again?"

        "No." You smiled as your eyes closed.

        A soft half smile curled at the corner of his lips as his fingers played with your hair, brushing strands out of your face and pushing it all back softly.

        He hoped days like these would never end. He never felt more at peace than he did with you in that tower, rain falling down as you napped peacefully on his lap.

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Jess Mariano x reader

Summary: R gets overwhelmed and goes to her favourite boy for comfort

Contents: fluff

Warnings: none

Jess was at the diner, doing his usual half argue half joke with Luke.

“It’s not my fault you’re clinically insane”

“Oh I’m the insane one? Really mr i sleep with banging music on at full blast every damn night”

Lorelei shared an amused look with Rory as they sat in the almost empty diner - just being inhabited with Bébete, Morey and Kirk.

Just as Jess was about to pipe in with another witty comment, the bell on the diner door started ringing. Jess was about to look over his shoulder when he felt a smaller body nuzzle into his side. Shocked, he moved abruptly and was about to shove whoever it was. A whine sounded out and he looked down and saw Y/N. She was clearly distressed, face scrunched up and arms wrapped around her own body tightly. Everybody else in the diner was in shock, waiting for Jess’ next move, including whichever townsfolk had walked in after Y/N had. Much to everyone’s - even Luke’s - surprise, Jess wrapped his arms around her tightly, letting her bury into his chest without moving her arms from their tight position.

“What happened? Hm?” Jess spoke gently and quietly into her ear.

Another small whine came out of her mouth. Jess glanced over his shoulder to Luke before gently steering her to the stairs.

“C’mon,” he guided her up and into his bedroom (otherwise known as the left side of the open apartment) and stood with her in the middle of his section.

All she did was bury back into his chest, standing as close as possible without causing one of them to loose their balance.

“You wanna lay down?”

She nodded.

He gently led her to the bed and laid her down underneath the blanket, taking two extra pillows and slotting them behind her to help her feel comfortable. He pulled - with some struggle - the weighted blanket out from under his bed. He always kept it there ever since he first dealt with her feeling like this. He laid it atop her before laying on the other side of her. He didn’t get all the hoopla about weighted blankets or why she liked them so much, but she did and who was he to deprive her? He let her decide if she wanted cuddles and she made a prompt decision by whining the second he got in until he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her side/front against him while her back was against the pillow wall he built. Pushed against by pillows at her back whilst under a weighted blanket on a relatively cold day all the while behind held by Jess was quick to calm her down. That is before she had a thought she didn’t like and took a big, sudden, jarring breath in and sat up abruptly. Jess however was unfazed as he waited for the moment to pass before he eased her back down and traced circles on her forehead and wrapping one arm around her to keep her close while humming a tune to a song he couldn’t pin.

They stayed like that, wrapped in each others arms as Jess traced circles on Y/N’s forehead for a significant chunk of time. Y/N couldn’t seem to get close enough to Jess, burying her head further into his chest every few minutes before finally calming down and settling in the nook she had made for herself out of his body.

Luke stayed downstairs the entire time, not having a great grasp on whatever was going on in the apartment above but knowing well enough to leave them alone until he knows for certain Jess calmed Y/N down. The entire town by that point was bubbling with gossip about what had happened mere moments ago, all huddled up in Luke’s diner as he rolled his eyes in the corner.

[harryforvogue]

a blurb about harry and lucía vacationing in ecuador, but everytime someone mentions a wedding or marriage, the reader has to take a shot hehe. 4.2k words of fluff. happy reading!

***

It comes as no surprise that half way through the movie that Lucía’s selected, she’s fast asleep on Harry’s shoulder. It’s kind of interesting how she sleeps though she has earbuds in and the movie, which is an action movie with lots of fighting and loud noises, doesn't even affect her. She snuggles up against him and sleeps as if it’s the most normal thing. She even sleeps through the turbulence that has Harry gripping his seat, muttering swears under his breath.

She wakes up halfway through the flight all glassy-eyed, and looks up at him. He’s thrown a blanket over them and turned her movie off.

“You slept for several hours,” he whispers. “Your neck is going to hurt so bad.”

She’s blinking the sleep out of her eyes. “Should have bought one of those neck pillows.”

“Says you can buy them on the flight for a mere 30 dollars if you were interested.”

She frowns. “I’ll take your shoulder instead.”

“It’s quite comfortable isn’t it?”

“Quite. Can you come closer?” Despite her asking nicely, her hands are literally grabbing his shirt and trying to pull him to her. He moves in and wraps his arm around her shoulder, leaning in to kiss her head.

“You missed all the turbulence by the way.”

“I don’t actually mind turbulence, you know.”

“I do know, considering the last time we went to Ecuador together, you loved the turbulence and said it reminded you of a massage.”

She has a dreamy look in her eye. “I hope there’s more turbulence soon.”

“I was literally sweating, by the way. It’s weird though because I would think that you’d be scared out of your wits about a plane shaking in midair.”

Lucía’s eyes refocus. “Wait, don’t say it like that.”

He smiles and leans down, pressing his forehead against hers, pulling her closer. “You wanna sleep some more?”

“Mhmm.” She throws an arm over his torso and sighs softly. “The air conditioning is making it too cold.”

He tucks the blanket under her chin. “That better?”

“Yes.” She tilts her head up. “Gonna sleep too?”

“I’ll try, yeah.”

“Are you excited to be in Ecuador?”

She’s asked him this more times that he’s been able to count over the past week, looking up at him so cute, it breaks his heart. “I am so so excited,” he answers truthfully, leaning down again to kiss her softly. “Especially since I’ll be with you.”

“Don’t do that. You know I love you even more when I’m falling asleep.” She closes her eyes and lets Harry kiss her once more. “Goodnight.”

Harry leans over her and pulls down the window shade. The sun is beginning to rise and if Lucía’s going to sleep for some more time, the light will soon bother her. Harry slides his arm away from her shoulder to avoid pins and needles, and lets her nuzzle his neck instead, grasping his arm to her chest closely.

This vacation is exactly what Lucía needs. Every year, she goes to visit her mother, and this is the first time since their breakup that Harry’s tagging along.

And despite Lucía’s insistence that her mother really really does not hate him, he can’t help but be a little nervous to visit her. But her mother knows he’s coming too, so at least the element of shock isn’t all there.

When they land, one of Lucía’s cousins is there to pick them up. Harry’s met her before, and falls into conversation easily with her. He’s holding Lucía’s hand, enjoying the way her eyes light up as she gazes out the street. The airport isn’t far from her mother’s house, and this he knows because whenever he’s visiting, the sound of planes wake him up at night.

Turns out, all his worrying about her mother not liking him is proven useless when she brings him in for a tight hug and exclaims, “Oh, Harry, look at you! Divorce has made you even more handsome than before!”

Lucía gasps, horrified. “Mama! Don’t say that!”

“It’s okay,” Harry laughs, hugging her back. “My father makes those jokes all the time. And none of them ever call me handsome.”

Her mother pulls away and holds his face firmly, giving him a shake. “Look at him, Lucía. A real man now. You were just a boy before.”

“A boy in my mid 20's, yes.”

“And time has brought the two of you together again.”

“Something like that.”

“This time, don’t worry. I won’t set you up in separate rooms.”

Her mother always did, though it didn’t really do much when Lucía would sleepily open the door to his room in the middle of the night and tuck herself into his bed. “Oh really?” Lucía says, taking her suitcase with her upstairs. She drags it on the stairs until Harry takes it from her and easily lifts it up. “Why’s that?”

“Well, it’s clear to me that this thing between you guys is serious. As serious as marriage I’d say.” Her mother does in fact say it so casually, Harry nearly misses a step he trails after them.

“Marriage,” Lucía says, laughing nervously, glancing at Harry. “Not sure that’s the next step.”

Lucía’s mother is smiling when they reach their room. “I’m only kidding. Wanted to see that look on Harry's face, that’s all.”

Harry looks around, confused. “What look?” 

“Oh, you are so cute, Harry. Maybe still like a boy. But no, don’t worry. It's because I knew you guys had to sneak around last time so I thought I’d make it easier for you.”

“Please stop,” Lucía says with her face in her hands. 

As she’s walking out, Lucía’s mother pinches Harry’s cheek. “You can’t hide anything from me. I’ll let you unpack and rest, but dinner is soon, okay? Good.” And then she shuts the door, leaving Harry and Lucía reeling.

When they meet eyes, Lucía is the first to break into laughter, clasping a hand over her mouth. He strides across the distance and wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her down with him as he crashes onto the bed.

“How embarrassing,” he groans.

“It’s so embarrassing!” she giggles. “You know, I never would bring my boyfriends to see my parents even when I lived in Ecuador. I always thought it was weird because they would be interacting with a person that I kissed!”

“I know exactly what you mean. It’s like how embarrassing it is to kiss your wife when you’re getting married.”

Lucía turns and kisses him. “I cannot relate to that.”

“Let's get married and I’ll show you what I mean.”

Her stomach erupts in butterflies. “Don’t joke about that, mi amor,” she whispers.

“You did!”

“It’s different when I do it.”

“But I admit,” he says, not arguing with her logic, “that kissing her even around people when we were married was weird. Now, I don’t seem to mind it with you.” Harry twirls a curl of her hair around his finger and tugs gently. “You’re special, Lucie.”

“You don’t mind PDA anymore, I’ve noticed.”

“I will kiss you whenever I want to.” He pulls her in swiftly and kisses her again. “Let’s just hope there’s a lock on this door now.”

“A lock?” she snickers, moving back. She looks at his tired face and bright eyes. “There are no locks in this house, I hope you know. Aside from the bathrooms. My mother is very much a barge-in type of person.”

“And I, as you know, am very much a sleep-nearly-naked type of person.”

“Oh I do very much know that.”

“See, now that you mentioned the no lock thing, I’m a bit worried about your mother popping up out of nowhere. She’s the type to do that.”

“She’s in an exceptionally good mood, isn’t she?”’

Harry hesitates. “I wouldn't exactly know what type of mood she is usually in given I haven’t known her for the past two years.”

“Well, I will say that she has been very sad and moody, which, given the situation, has been very understandable.”

“Yes, of course.”

“I mean, her daughter calls her crying nearly every day–”

Harry groans, dropping his head to her shoulder, hugging her to his chest tight. “You love doing that to me! So unfair!”

Lucía laughs. “I’m kidding! But now that we’re talking about her mood, I have long suspected that the next door neighbor that moved in a few months ago has definitely raised her spirits.”

Harry lifts his head. “Yeah? She’s made a new friend?”

“Oh yes,” Lucía says, squishing Harry’s face. “A gentleman friend.”

“Oh. Oh.”

“Yup.”

“And…. how does she feel about that?”

“Well, we should make it a mission to get her to talk about it.” Lucía’s eyes are alight with mischief which makes Harry lean in and kiss her hard again.

When he’s done, he murmurs, “Did you not talk to her about it over the phone?”

“That’s where my suspicions came from,” she says, licking her bottom lip. “She avoided the topic every time.”

“Suspicious.”

“Exactly.”

“Maybe we can go on a double date.”

“I don't think my mom would go on a date with him, but I definitely think she finds him charming. Plus, he’s divorced, which is basically the jackpot.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Because,” she says in a voice that makes him think it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “If he were single at that age just because that would be really weird, and if he had a dead spouse, that would be a lot of baggage. Which, I know my mother had, but I think she’s handling it fine.”

“Mm.” Harry kisses her cheek a final time before shuffling off of her and fixing his hair. “The jackpot indeed.”

“Precisely.”

“Well, for the next two weeks, all we have to do is get your mom and him in the same room as much as possible.”

“And then we can lock them in.”

“Something tells me you wouldn’t be a very good wingman, Luce.”

“Okay, fine. When they're all caught up in each other, we can sneak away.”

Harry laughs. “Sneak away,” he repeats. “We’re nearly 30, you know.”

“I know that. But nothing is conventional about us anyways so we may as well be treated like teenagers, I mean, some of us can't even be trusted to manage a marriage for more than 6 months–”

“It was 8 months before I suspected anything, thank you very much,” Harry says, eyes narrowed with amusement. “And I’m so relieved that my girlfriend can make jokes about it too now.”

“It’s either that or I call my mother crying.”

“Are these the only options I have?”

“Yes.”

“My goodness, Luce.” He kisses her head. “I’m so lucky.”

She giggles and then sits up, reaching for her suitcase to begin unpacking. They manage to get a fourth of the way done before Harry falls onto the bed, too tired to move a single muscle. He feels Lucía tuck him in and then close the door behind her as she leaves.

To Harry’s surprise, Lucía is actually unable to rest between now and dinner since she’s slept so much on the plane. He, however, falls asleep almost instantly, and sleeps for several hours, completely missing dinner.

He wakes some time in the middle of the night with Lucía curled up next to him, wide awake.

“The time difference,” she murmurs, snuggling into his chest. “You slept for so long.”

“Yeah.” His voice is rough with sleep. He draws her closer and moves down, laying his head on her stomach. “I was so tired.”

She smiles and gently smoothes his long hair down. “We’ll have to get an early start for our day.” She lifts her head up and looks at the digital clock on the side table. “In 4 hours.”

“Got it.” He’s feeling refreshed, not needing extra time to wake up properly. The sight of the clock makes him realize that he’s yet to see a clock on the wall. He imagines Lucía taking them all down. Or perhaps they were never up. He decides to ask.

“Have the clocks never been on the walls?”

“Hm? Oh. My dad took them all down when I was 9. I couldn’t stand them.”

“I see.”

“And they never put them back up even after I left.” She sighs softly. “I want my mom to come live in Boston. I don’t like that she’s all alone here. Before, she wasn’t because of my dad, but after he got sick, I started thinking about it. I mean, dad was really sick, and I think both of us kind of knew that we were reaching the end. But Mama insisted on staying until then.”

“What of her gentleman neighbor then?”

“I’ll bring him too.” She’s smiling. “And besides, it’s not like it’s an overnight thing. Visas take years.”

“True.”

“And I want her to be closer to me, just in case.”

Harry knows what he means even without her explicitly saying it.

“Of course.”

“And honestly coming to Ecuador every year is really expensive.”

Harry laughs, lifting himself off of her. He lays back on his own pillow. The early morning birds outside are very loud, as if some are perched right outside their windows. “It really is, especially during the summer.”

“And you know I can’t control myself when it comes to shopping here.”

“Oh trust me, I know that. We were barely making the weight requirements last time.”

“Yup.”

“But tomorrow we’re going to the beach right?”

“Yes.”

“Nothing to buy there.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Lucía.”

“Don’t full name me.”

Harry laughs. “But hey, you’ll be my tour guide, right?”

“You’ve been here enough times to not need a tour guide.”

“I’ve been here three times, and I very much need someone holding my hand.”

Lucía kisses his neck softly. “I will happily hold your hand and not only because everyone stares at you when you’re here because you’re super hot.”

“You are so romantic this morning,” Harry murmurs, humor in his voice. “Too bad you’re not like this when you’re getting ready for work. I’m almost scared to approach you when you get all zombie-like.”

Lucía closes her eyes. “The first time I stayed over at your apartment was such a disaster, you know? Almost thought about breaking up with you over the spicy avocado toast you made me.”

Harry laughs. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“You were just way too happy for eight in the morning.”

“I’ve gotta ask now. How many times have you seriously considered ending things with me?”

She smiles, tucking her face into his neck. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.”

“Wow. More than ten times?”

“Shhh. Does it really matter since I only actually broke up with you once?”

Harry gently runs his fingers through her hair, shoulders shaking with laughter. “A divorce joke and a break up joke? Within 24 hours? I’m worried.”

“I’m a healed woman, don’t you know?”

He kisses her face. “My mistake.”

“You must be so hungry.”

“Absolutely starving and in desperate need of a shower.”

She pushes herself up, leaning back on her elbows. “I’ll make you something.”

He rubs his eyes. “Are you sure? Want some help?”

When he opens his eyes, she’s shaking her head, already heading to the door. “No. I’ll bring it to you.”

“Are you sure? I’m pretty awake, I can totally–”

“Hey, you’re the guest.”

Harry laughs. “Aren’t you a guest too, kinda?”

“Shush. Stay here.”

He nods and stays back, letting her disappear from his sight. It takes some time, but Lucía returns with food, snuggling into bed, and then watches him eat as if it’s the most normal thing. 

And in that moment, it absolutely feels normal.

***

Harry has absolutely no idea what Luce turns into when they head down to the beach, but if he were to describe her as something close, it would be a possessive gremlin. And he loves his sweet girl very much, but it’s like he doesn’t even recognize her.

Currently, Harry can see her staring at him from the corner of his eye. She’s right next to him, and they both are very aware of the waitress flirting with him. She’d been in such a good mood, dragging him over to the outdoor bar, but now…

The waitress has brought Harry a larger size drink than asked, and told him that it’s on the house. She’s also been hanging around for a moment too long asking about what it's like to live in Boston and work his job (and though those are very boring topics, Harry’s way of vague and short answers are not getting through to the waitress).

Lucía takes the matters into her own hands when the waitress turns the conversation to how long he’s staying there. “We,” she interjects, ignoring the way Harry’s trying to hide his knowing smile, “are staying at my mother’s house actually. We’re looking at wedding venues for us.”

The waitress blinks, “Oh, a wedding. How wonderful.”

“Yes,” Luce says, leaning into Harry’s shoulder. “We’re very excited.”

The waitress looks at Harry and then Luce. “Oh, right. Well, I’ll leave you both to your drinks then. Please let me know if you need anything else.”

She leaves after that, and Harry glances down at his girlfriend. “Absolute gremlin.”

“She wasn’t getting the hint!”

“Was the marriage part supposed to freak me out?”

Luce rolls her eyes, picking her head off of him. “I was making a statement.”

“And a statement it was. It could have been anything, you know? A baby shower for a relative, an anniversary, a birthday, a–”

Luce crosses her arms. “What are you trying to say?”

Harry holds her chin. “That you’re dying to marry me.”

She shrugs him off. “Whatever.”

“If you want a ring, baby, you just have to say the word.”

“Go away.”

“I can’t. I think if I get up, a flock of people will come to me and steal me away from you.” When Lucía looks murderous, Harry says, “But of course I’d reject every single one of them.”

“Not funny,” she says, reaching for his drink. “I want half of this.”

“Sure. Want me to get another glass?”

“Yes.”

Harry grins and raises his hand to flag the waitress down again, but Luce gasps and grabs his wrist. “No. It’s okay. I can just share with you.”

He looks at her innocently. “You’re so cute.”

She doesn’t answer, drinking silently.

But this isn’t the only time Harry’s caught by someone. When they’re laying on the sand, their umbrella over them as shade, Harry suddenly complains about the sand being too hot despite their towel, so Lucía tells him to go buy a towel from one of the shops. He leaves, but she realizes that he’s taking too much time to come back after 15 minutes have passed, and she peeks over to find Harry in another conversation with the counter person.

Harry’s halfway out the shop when he makes eye contact with Lucía, and he throws his head back and laughs. She gets it: he looks really good with his shirt off and his tattoos and his black sunglasses and his super hot British accent that’s kind of melting away into American territory, but still! 

He fixes another towel over theirs and lays down. “It’s really not my fault.”

“I know,” she says. She shuffles closer and puts her head on his butterfly tattoo. “You’re just too hot.”

“I think it’s the accent.” He puts a hand on her jaw, caressing her warm skin.

“You should start every conversation with ‘Sorry, I have a girlfriend’.”

“Luce, you’re never this possessive when we’re back home.”

She turns her head, looking up at him. “I don’t know what happens to me when we come here. It’s like I want everyone to know that you’re only mine.”

Harry’s eyes darken a little. “I understand. I don’t particularly like it when people get all flirty with you. I think the thing that eases it a bit for me is that I know you can’t flirt to save your life, and I’m pretty sure you don’t even realize it when you’re getting hit on.”

She gasps. “I know how to flirt!”

“You do, but only with me.”

“That’s not true! I’m such a good flirt! And I do have flirt radars!”

“Luce, the customs officer asked if you were single.”

“He wanted to know if I was traveling alone or not!”

“I was literally right behind you.”

She blinks. “Oh, right.”

“See?” He caresses her cheek again, lovingly. “Sometimes I wonder how you dated before you met me on an app.”

She thinks back to it. “Well, my college boyfriend was the result of a game of Spin The Bottle. We kissed and then we were like huh okay cool we’ll keep doing that.”

“Of course he was. And before that?”

“Um, before that, my high school boyfriend asked me out over text.”

“Right.”

She frowns. “But I know how to flirt with you!”

“You do. And it’s adorable every time.”

She sits up, looming over him. “Adorable? It’s supposed to be hot.”

He looks up at her innocently. “It’s hot at times. It’s just that…” He tucks her hair behind her ear. “You’re so sweet. And your eyes are so pretty. And your smile is so perfect. It’s all so cute. But, I will say that it’s really sexy when you come on to me first.”

“I totally come on to you a lot.”

He hums. “I wouldn’t say a lot…”

“I think that I have the intention of coming on to you, but you see it as something else. Like when you said you were going to shower this morning and I offered to come with you.”

Harry blinks. “You were coming on to me? I thought you just wanted to show me how the new faucets worked.”

Lucía scowls. “I had sexy intentions!”

“Well, I didn’t know that!”

“How about the way I literally followed you into the bathroom?”

“I thought you were just being clingy! You are always a little extra needy in the mornings.”

“Being clingy can be sexy!”

Harry suddenly laughs, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Oh, fuck. I’m sorry. I really just thought you were helping me out.”

“It was both!”

“So you were going to help me with the faucets!”

“And shower with you too!” She takes his wrist and pushes it off his face. “It’s sexy and helpful.”

Harry half sits up and kisses her softly. “I believe you.” He’s smiling against her mouth when she throws her arms around him and kisses him harder. “I’m sorry. I will try my best to be aware next time you’re coming onto me.”

“Good,” she answers, laying back down. She still has her arms around him, clinging to him. He holds her tightly, letting her press kisses to his face. She’s insatiable for some reason, spending a lot of time kissing his cheek and clean shaved jaw. Perhaps it’s all the pent up jealousy getting to her. She seems really into it right now so he decides to make fun of her for it later.

A while later, she says, “Hey.”

“Hey back.”

“Love you.”

“I love you too, green-eyed monster girlfriend of mine.” He gently knocks his head against hers. “Or should I say fiancée?”

She hugs him tighter. “So much wedding talk.”

“Let a man recover from his first.”

He hears the smile in her voice. “You recovered in my apartment, if you recall.”

Harry sighs playfully. “I did go running back to you didn’t I?”

“A few years too late, but yes.” She slowly loosens her arm and slides down his torso again, laying back on his butterfly tattoo. “But everything worked out.”

His hand returns to her cheek. “It worked out perfectly, Lucie.”

They lay in comfortable silence for a moment, before she says, “I love when you call me that.”

 “Good thing I love calling you that,” he answers softly. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, smiling to himself.

Harry is ready to make this vacation the best ever, even if that means letting Lucía drag him away from women who want to flirt with him, and locking her mother in a room with her neighbor. Because after everything, it’s what she deserves. If he could give her the world, he would.

And maybe when they’re back home, they can have a more serious talk about that whole wedding thing. It may be too early to call it, but Harry knows that he’s either marrying this woman or nobody at all. Despite them not having talked about it, Harry knows that she feels the same way.

In the meantime, this is enough: this tiny happiness, away from their worries in a beautiful place, with nothing but love on their minds.

[sheawritesstuff]

The Warmth of Sleep

[Geordi x Cutie]

[Fluff - 552 words]

It was early - too early - when the outside cold snuck into Geordi’s bed. He shivered slightly and pulled the shared blanket up over his head, hiding beneath the covers like a child scared of the dark. He curled himself into a tight ball and screwed his eyes shut in hopes he would be able to fall back to sleep. His attempts at counting sheep quickly derailed into imagining sheep racing like horses with riders and betting and the whole nine yards. It simply wasn’t working. And he was still cold.

Warm palms startled him away from his thoughts as they rubbed soft circles into his back. Their warmth flooded through his body and he found himself absentmindedly scooting closer to the source. Cutie giggled and wrapped their arms around his waist, pulling him flush against their chest. He hummed contentedly as he relaxed into his new uncoiled position. 

“You’re warm,” he mumbled. His voice gave away the not-so-secret fact that he was still half-asleep. Cutie smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his exposed shoulder. They nuzzled their face against his neck and hummed a soft “mhmm”.

He turned his head slightly and asked, “You wanna come in?” It was a gentle invitation that added an extra layer of vulnerability to the already intimate moment. It was sweet. They were always happy to share that connection with their lover, but they’d been more conservative with the use of their abilities lately. 

“You sure you want me in?” He squeezed their arm softly as he gazed at them. 

“I’m sure.” They entered his mind and found a welcome wave of thoughts waiting for them. 

Warm. Soft. Good, this is good. I think I like being little spoon…

They smiled and held him tighter. 

Well, I suppose it’s a good thing I like being big spoon, huh?

He breathed out of his nose in a half-laugh. 

Yeah. I like this. It’s comfy. It’s safe. You feel safe.

Geordi put his hand on their arm again. They rubbed the side of their face against his neck with a soft hum. 

Good. You’re always safe with me, my love.

I love you.

I love you too, Geordi. 

He smiled and then yawned, shuffling back down so his shoulders were back under the blanket. 

Comfy. Tired. More sleep? Sleepy cuddles? 

They huffed and tangled their legs up with his. 

Of course. Go back to sleep, baby. We can make breakfast when we decide to actually get up. ‘Til then, you can have all the sleepy cuddles you could ever need.

Oh yeah? All the cuddles huh? Ooh, don’t make a boy a promise…

They groaned and shook their head against his shoulder. He giggled and turned his body just enough to see Cutie’s face. He gave them a soft kiss and smiled for a long moment. 

“Good night, Cutie,” he said quietly, just above a whisper. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, Geordi. Sweet dreams.” They pressed a kiss to his cheek and helped him settle back into a comfortable position. He snuggled against them, basking in their warmth, and drifted off to sleep. The soft echo of Warm. Safe. Comfy. followed his descent back into unconsciousness. Cutie waited until he was fully asleep to leave his mind and settle themself back down to a restful sleep. 

[starry-eyed-adam]

For the ask game hehe

“I loved you. With everything I ever had. Why was it never enough?”

The words seeped vulnerability, pain, as much despair as Leo could muster. Eyes swimming, he met his husband’s own dry. Never, in all of his years of loving Yuichi so much, had he ever thought he’d see such a stony expression, such a cold, uncaring stare. The rabbit yokai’s face didn’t even twitch as a tear spilled down Leo’s cheek and his shoulders began to shake.

The silence went on, neither of them saying a word, neither of them looking away.

And then Yuichi cracked a smile, and told him, “Because, as much as you try, kisses and cuddles aren’t adequate subsitutes for actual medical treatment.”

They both burst into laughter, the sound unburdened by age or chest pain or infection, and instead free and weightless as their souls.

“I said I was sorry! An’ you’re the one who didn’t wanna go to the doctor anyway!” Leo grinned and shoved the other man’s shoulder.

“God, you’re too good at that! I wish I could cry on cue,” Yuichi lamented, arms crossed, sighing heavily with clear lungs as he laid on his back beside his husband.

Leo rolled over on the bed and propped himself up on his hand. “The things ya learn to do to survive as a middle child,” he dramatically gestured to himself. “Attention’s always on the youngest. So you gotta snag it for yourself somehow.”

“Oh, poor you.” Yuichi giggled, and settled back into the mattress, stretching out without pain. “I wish hugs and kisses were enough. It’d save a lot on medical bills and hospice.”

“Hey, your ghost was gonna hafta make a lot of trips to visit me if you wanted to try lovin’ me back to health,” retorted Leo. “An’ with all that ‘eternal rest’ talk, I dunno if that’s what you wanna do after ya die.”

“Seriously? Being dead is so boring.” Yuichi rolled his eyes. “Nothing to do but sit and wait for everyone else to. Going first sucks. Especially when you need to wait years and years for your partner to follow.”

“At least you could see me when ya wanted,” Leo spoke, voice suddenly softer. “I missed you, a lot.”

Yuichi sighed and shifted closer, pulling his husband into a cuddle as the blankets wrapped around them. “I know.”

The two shared a comfortable silence for a while, before Yuichi kissed the top of Leo’s head and glanced down at him. “Are you sad? That you died?” he whispered.

Leo shifted under the soft bedding, every texture exactly the way he liked it, the mattress more firm that the way it used to be at home, the comfortable warmth that Yuichi just radiated into his bones. Breathing didn’t hurt. His arm wasn’t full of IVs and monitors. It wasn’t cold, and lonely.

He had his husband again.

“No.” Leo lifted his head to return the kiss, taking it slower, holding on a bit longer. “I ain’t sad.”

“Are you sure?” the rabbit yokai asked, softer. He remembered being alive. He loved it.

“It was my time,” replied Leo, nuzzling his fluffy cheek. “I wish I coulda spent more of it with you. But now we got an eternity together, don’t we?”

“That we do.” Yuichi grinned down at him. “You wanna take me dancing tonight, like you promised?”

Leo returned it. “Hell yeah, cowboy.”

oops! they’re dead. it’s still bittersweet though :)

[raibebe]

Genre: fluff Words: 2044 Prompt: poly Dream 00 line x gn reader

Warnings: boys kissing and being cute

A/N: This has been in my WIP folder since like November and now I finally finished it because I was just craving to write something terribly domestic. (And I am trying to slowly but surely work myself through that folder and I knew I could complete this one the fastest.)

“You’re already awake,” you mumbled as you wrapped your arms around Jaemin’s torso from behind, having followed the smell of food to the kitchen in your half-awake state. “You scared me, baby,” he laughed it off but you could feel his erratic heartbeat beneath your fingers. “‘m sorry,” you slurred into his back, eyes almost slipping shut again. “Go back to bed, darling. I’ll wake you up once I’m done here.” “Jeno’s snoring.” That made Jaemin chuckle, the sound so sincere it brought a smile to your face as well. “Then go take a nap on the sofa, I’ll get you a blanket,” he tried next when he felt your miserable attempt at stifling your yawn with the thin cotton of his shirt, “We wore you out last night.” “I’m not gonna break,” you pouted, holding Jaemin just a little bit tighter as if to prove a point. “I know, baby,” he sighed, turning off the stove for a moment so he could turn around in your hold to wrap his arms around your shoulders, “But you’re falling asleep on your feet and I can’t have you hit your pretty head.” To emphasize, Jaemin pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “M’kay,” you gave in, slumping more of your weight forward. “Go get comfortable, I’ll fetch you a blanket,” he smiled, quickly pecking your lips to avoid morning breath, leaving a gentle prickle of his minty toothpaste behind before he untangled your body from his to gently scoot you over to the living room.

You only mumbled indistinguishable accusations of him not loving you under your breath as you tried to get comfortable on the cold sofa. If only Jeno wouldn’t snore or you’d have it in you to slap him so he’d stop at least for a little while. But he had looked so peaceful, all starfished out on the bed and his pink lips forming a little pout as his strong chest rose and fell with his steady breaths.

“Move over,” a voice pulled you from your thoughts moments before a warm body curled around yours, fastening a blanket around you two.

“Did Nana wake you up?” “He stubbed his toe somewhere,” Donghyuck grumbled, his melodic voice always a little scratchy in the mornings. “You’re warm,” you sighed, nuzzling into his chest until not even a piece of paper could have fit between your bodies, pressed together head to toe. “Your personal heater,” he sighed, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “My sun,” you smiled into his chest, lured back to sleep by his warmth, the familiarity of his touch and the even rhythm of his breath.

What woke you for the second time that morning was way more pleasant than getting kneed in the back by someone only to realize that one of your boyfriends was snoring again and therefore preventing you from falling back asleep. “Wake up, angel,” a soft voice gently lured you awake, accompanied by a hand stroking through your hair. “Don’t wanna,” you mumbled, trying to bury yourself deeper into Donghyuck’s chest who sluggishly tightened his grip on you. “Breakfast is ready, angel. Nana cooked your favorite.” “What about me?” Donghyuck grumbled, making the other man giggle. “You’ll like it as well,” he promised, “And coffee is almost done as well.”

“Tea?” You asked, slowly blinking your eyes back open to find Renjun kneeling next to the sofa, his head cushioned on Donghyuck’s other pec as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Jasmine,” he smiled, “Good morning.” “G’ morning,” you smiled back, letting out a little squeak when he affectionately booped the tip of your nose before he straightened up again, the hoodie he must have stolen from one of the other boys hiding his hands and falling to somewhere mid-thigh. “No good morning kiss?” Donghyuck sulked, pushing out his lips. “Morning breath, Donghyuck,” Renjun rolled his eyes but bent back down to kiss his boyfriend softly anyways. “Stop playing hard to get,” Donghyuck pouted, watching Renjun’s frame retreat back to the kitchen to help Jaemin get all the food he had prepared onto the dining table.

“Don’t wanna get up,” you yawned, stretching your body on the exhale before you curled it around Donghyuck again, one of your legs thrown over his hip. “I bet they’re being meanies and let Jeno sleep,” he pouted, squeezing you tightly against his chest, “But of course, we have to get up and eat.” “Their favoritism is showing,” you agreed, giggling softly. Donghyuck simply hummed, his hands slowly caressing your back, dipping beneath your shirt that you were pretty sure actually belonged to Jaemin.

“Come on, you sleepyheads,” Renjun called from the table, the smell of breakfast and coffee accompanying him. “With milk please, no sugar,” Donghyuck just groaned. “Not what I asked,” Renjun scoffed but left the room to fetch the milk anyways. “You think he’ll ever stop playing hard to get?” You quietly asked, finally sitting up to look down at your boyfriend, his hair messy and sleep clinging to his every cell. “One can hope,” he chuckled, rubbing his hands over his face before raking them through his hair. “Kiss?” You smiled softly. “Just because I love you,” Donghyuck replied softly, sitting up as well so he could carefully cup your face and press a lingering kiss to your lips.

“Stop making out, food is getting cold,” Jaemin scolded you two when you were seconds away from climbing onto Donghyuck’s lap to deepen the kiss. “You’re just jealous,” he teased, sticking out his tongue at the younger. “Don’t,” Renjun sighed, squeezing Jaemin’s shoulder, “I don’t want you two arguing first thing in the morning.” “We don’t argue,” Donghyuck pouted, pulling you up and towards the table filled with food, “It’s our love language, Junnie.” “This looks so good,” you beamed at Jaemin, kissing his cheek, “Thank you.” “Can’t have my babies be hungry,” he simply smiled, pulling out a chair for you to sit on.

“Did no one wake up Jeno?” Donghyuck asked, sitting down next to you before filling his and Jaemin’s cups with coffee. “You can try but he is out like a stone,” Renjun shrugged, carefully pouring tea into the remaining cups, “Didn’t wake up even when Jaemin opened the curtains or when I showered and changed.” “He did get a lot of attention yesterday,” Jaemin grinned, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows as he filled up each of your plates, having memorized what everyone liked best since months ago. “Is that what the kids call it these days?” Donghyuck just laughed but threw Jaemin a kiss anyways when he received his plate. “Won’t he be confused if he wakes up all alone?” You asked, carefully taking a sip from your tea. “He’ll follow the smell of the food,” Renjun assured you, gently squeezing your hand before he dug into the food. “Baby needs his beauty sleep,” Jaemin agreed, skipping his meal in favor of slurping his first cup of coffee.

None of you were particularly talkative in the mornings, so the silence in the room was simply filled with the sounds of your cutlery on the plates and the occasional slurping of your hot drink of choice. The silence also made it very easy to tell when Jeno woke up, clearly hearing the groan he let out before making one of his trademark confused noises that made Jaemin snicker into his second cup of coffee. “He’s so cute,” he sighed dreamily. “You’re down bad, Nana,” Donghyuck snickered, stealing a piece of scrambled egg from Renjun’s plate while he was busy furiously typing on his phone, probably starting an argument on Reddit again. “Can you blame me?” Jaemin just sighed, turning his body towards the hallway door where you could already hear Jeno’s footsteps.

“G’ morning,” the man in question mumbled, a lazy smile on his lips as he scratched the back of his neck almost sheepishly. “At least wear a shirt to breakfast, you animal,” Donghyuck snorted but raked his eyes up and down his boyfriend’s body anyway, admiring the purple hickeys all over his chest and down his abs, some even on his strong thighs. “Thought you wanted to see your handiwork,” Jeno stuck out his tongue at him. “But you’ll get cold, grab a sweater so we can have breakfast like normal people,” Renjun nagged, quickly going back on his typing spree. “There’s a cardigan on the armchair in the living room,” you simply smiled. “See, this is why I love you the most,” Jeno grinned, pressing a kiss to your hair as he walked past you.

“That’s a lie and you know it,” Jaemin laughed, filling Jeno’s cup with coffee. Instead of an answer, you only heard a burst of laughter from the living room. “You good?” Donghyuck asked, leaning back on his chair to catch a glimpse of what was happening until he almost toppled over. Instead of answering Donghyuck’s question, you just heard Jeno giggle. “I think he lost it,” Renjun concluded, finally putting his phone down to shovel the scrambled eggs on his plate into his mouth. “Guys,” Jeno heaved, still giggling as he walked back into the kitchen, clad in what must be one of Renjun’s soft pastel cardigans with strawberries embroidered into it. But what made Donghyuck spit out half his toast over the table was the way Jeno’s muscular form stretched out the fabric, the buttons trying their hardest to keep the fabric closed and how it didn’t even cover half of his abs.

“Oh my god, you idiot, take that off, that was expensive,” Renjun screeched, jumping up from his seat to all but rip his cardigan off of a still giggling Jeno. “If there is even a thread out of place on this, you will buy me a replacement,” he threatened, digging his pointer finger into Jeno’s now naked chest. “You’re not as intimidating as you think you are,” Jeno simply smiled, scooping Renjun’s smaller frame up into his arms to lift him up from the ground before peppering his face with soft kisses. “I swear to god Lee Jeno, put me down or-” But Jeno didn’t let Renjun finish his threat, instead pressing a kiss to his lips to shut him up.

“Naaaw,” Jaemin cooed from his seat at the table, his phone up and recording the whole scene. “Love in fact isn’t dead,” Doghyuck sighed, dramatically clutching his chest. “It’s not,” you grinned, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Smiling tenderly, your boyfriend nodded before he gently cupped your face to tenderly kiss you as well. “Well this is not fair,” Jaemin sulked and you had to stifle your laughter because you could basically hear his pout.

“Nooo, Jaeminnie,” Jeno cooed. “You’re so dramatic,” Renjun snorted and Donghyuck just fondly shook his head before all four of your crowded around your boyfriend to share all the love and kisses the confided space at the table let you: Kissing his cheeks and his lips, wrapping your arms around him and gently patting his head. “Okay, okay, enough,” Jaemin giggled, trying to escape Donghyuck’s tickling fingers, “Enough, I believe that you love me.” “More than anything,” you smiled, nuzzling into his shoulder. “I believe you,” he smiled, pressing quick kisses to everyone’s cheeks.

“But I still won’t serve breakfast to naked people.” “I’m literally wearing boxers,” Jeno whined, making you and the other boys laugh. “Go grab a shirt, you dumbass. It’s not that hard,” Renjun smiled, nudging Jeno back towards the bedroom. “But I’m hungryyy~” “Then you better be quick or I’ll eat all the pancakes,” you teased, loading your plate up with more of the tiny, heart-shaped pancakes Jaemin had made. “You wouldn’t dare,” Jeno glared at you. “If I help her, you’ll have even less time,” Donghyuck grinned, shoving a whole pancake into his mouth. “Stop teaming up on me, I just want to have a peaceful breakfast,” Jeno wailed, skidding back to the bedroom. “I think we gave up peaceful mornings the moment we decided it was a good idea to date more than one person,” Jaemin smiled, finally putting some food for himself onto his plate. “And still, I don’t regret a thing,” you smiled back, blowing a kiss in his direction.

[masonmtxo]

Family

Dad!Mason

Summary: just a little fluffy/broody dad Mase at the beach

Word: 700 ish

Notes: its so so short and wasn’t coming out the way I wanted but here we go

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

You watched as Marley squealed, excited little giggles leaving her mouth as Mason dipped her down every now and then, letting her little toes touch the cold water. It was still something you struggled to get your head round, that you and Mason had created this perfect little human and as they played together in the water you placed your hand over your stomach, silently pondering over when you would be welcoming a new addition.

“You alright sweetheart, you look a bit dazed?” A soft voice appeared beside you as Mason’s mum shuffled over to sit beside you on the blanket spread out on the sand. You turned to look at her over your shoulder, giving her a small smile and a nod of the head which she returned. You both sat in comfortable silence, watching as Marley splashed around in the shallow water, her daddy and grandad keeping a watchful eye as they stood and chatted as she played.

“I’m still waiting for the two of you to give her a sibling,” his mum quietly joked, lightly nudging your arm as you smiled in response.

“It’s a work in progress… the thought of having two under 3 is a little off putting, but Mason’s desperate for a boy already.”

“I agree, a grandson would be lovely but any grandchild will do. I'm not fussy.” The two of you giggled again. It had been a while since you and Mason had taken the time to venture down for a weekend in Portsmouth, with his busy schedule you rarely got to take trips outside of London but you had jumped at the opportunity when his mum had mentioned going for a short holiday to their hometown, desperate for some family time away from the hustle and bustle of your day to day lives. And you loved spending time with his parents, particularly his mum, who seemed to be able to read you like a book and was always just seconds away to lend a helping hand when motherhood was getting overwhelming.

“Mase,” you called, waving a bottle of suncream in his direction when they looked over. He pulled away from his conversations with his dad, reaching down to lift Marley to his chest. She immediately snuggled into him, small fists gripping onto the collar of his t-shirt, a sign she was beginning to tire.

“Hi mumma,” she whispered as Mason placed her into your outreached arms.

“Hi baby girl, you having a nice time with daddy?” She nodded into your neck as she wrapped her little arms around your body. Mason sat behind you, legs either side of yours as he encouraged you to lean back onto his chest. You carefully rubbed the cream onto her arms, Marley letting out little grunts of protest as you and your boyfriend chatted back and forth, Mason nuzzling into your hair every now and then as the pair of you conversed.

“I love you two so much, you know that right?” He whispered into your ear, his hand reaching round to hold Marley firmer to your chest as the three of you sat cuddled together on the blanket.

“We do, and we love you just as much. You really are the best daddy she could ask for,” you murmured back, fingers tracing patterns up and down the arm he had wrapped around you.

“I want another one. So bad,” this time he spoke even quieter, conscious of his parents overhearing as he voiced his desires once again.

“I know baby, so do I.” You tilted your head into his neck, placing a soft peck on his skin, cradling your sleepy child impossibly closer as you were overcome with love and affection for your little family.

“Maybe Marls can have a sleepover with mum and dad tonight, wanna spend some time with my girl for a bit before we go back home? Maybe practice making another baby?”

You were abruptly pulled away from your bubble, his dad letting out a deep laugh having overheard him.

“Oi Mase, maybe you should put a ring on her finger first!”

[baroquebucky]

fool for you

bucky just wants to be with you forever

word count: 1.9k

masterlist

a/n: hi bffs !! hope u are all well <33 pls enjoy this v fluffy one shot inspired by own post :’ ) let me know what u all think !!

You were tired, your eyelids felt heavy and you struggled to pay attention to the tv. Your head falling to the side as you drifted off, eyes shooting open when you realized you were falling asleep. You got up quickly, splashing your face with water and settling back on the couch, rubbing your eyes and focusing on the tv again.

1:57 a.m.

You checked your phone in hopes of a “five minutes away :)” text from bucky, but there was none. You yawned again and changed the channel, flipping through some channels to try to wake you up before deciding to just switch to netflix instead.

You smiled as your favorite show played, nuzzling into the blanket bucky had given you and focusing on the show. The sound of keys rattling woke you up, you hadn’t even realize you had fallen asleep.

“shit” bucky whispered as the door slammed into the wall. “sorry” bucky spoke, apologizing to the wall before dragging his suitcase as quietly as he could. He kicked off his boots and his eyes landed on you asleep on the couch.

“buck?” you mumbled, willing your eyes open. Your vision was fuzzy and you could hear the tv still playing, you moved a little, forgetting you were on the couch and slipped off the edge. You couldn’t even process that you had fallen by the time bucky caught you in his arms, smiling at you.

“hi doll” bucky smiled at you, kissing your forehead gently and easily lifting you in his arm. He turned the tv off and carried you into your shared room, gently placing you on the bed.

“what time ‘s it?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes and yawning, finally waking up.

“almost 3” he smiled at you softly, rummaging through his drawer and taking out a change of clothes. You nodded as he pulled out a black t shirt and some boxers, walking towards you and kissing your temple.

“I’m gonna shower doll, you can go to sleep” he assured you and you nodded, knowing full well you’d end up waiting up for him anyway.

“don’t slip” you smiled and he rolled his eyes, waving you off with a small smile on his face.

“it was one time!” He groaned before closing the door to the restroom.

You smiled to yourself as you heard the shower turn on, rolling over to your side and closing your eyes. The sleep that had been taking over you earlier was nowhere to be found. You kicked the covers off you and groaned, frowning as you stared at the ceiling. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and scrolled through Twitter for a while, waiting for bucky to finish showering so you could cuddle up to him and fall asleep.

You could feel yourself growing hungry, glancing at the time on your phone you frowned a bit, it was already 3:07 am. you drank some water and tried to fall back asleep, cuddling into your pillow and letting out a soft sigh when you finally got comfortable. Right as you were finally going to sleep bucky opened the restroom door, the sound making your eyes shoot open and heart race. 

“did I wake you?” bucky whispered, a frown on his face as he heard your heart rate quicker than usual. You shook your head with a small smile. He knew you were lying but he didn't say anything, he just threw his dirty clothes in the laundry basket and settled next to you under the covers. He threw his right arm around you, pulling you closer to him and kissing the top of your head. 

“g’night doll” he mumbled and closed his eyes, already falling asleep from how exhausted he was. 

“goodnight buck” you replied softly, closing your eyes and relishing in the feeling of his arm around you. It was silent, with only the sounds of the city flowing through the Brooklyn apartment. 

Then your stomach growled, causing bucky to looked at you with wide eyes and you stifled a giggle. You mumbled a ‘sorry’ before closing your eyes again, hoping it wouldn't keep growling. 

You were wrong. Your stomach was relentless, and finally you got up, slipping from Bucky grasp and scurrying into the kitchen to find something to eat. Bucky felt your absence almost immediately, he opened his eyes and frowned, getting up and making his way into the kitchen. 

“didnt mean to wake you angel” you apologized as he walked towards you. He shook his head and wrapping his arms around you, letting his chin rest onto of your head. His eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed into him, your arms snaking around his waist and leaning your head against his chest. The sound of the microwave made you pull away from him, grabbing the hot cup of Mac and cheese and setting it on the dining table, Bucky soon following you and sitting next to you. 

“now im hungry” he frowned and you laughed, giving him some of your Mac and cheese which he gratefully ate. Within minutes the small bowl of Mac and cheese was empty, the two of you still hungry.  You stared at bucky, a small smile creeping onto both of your faces. You were both thinking the same thing. 

“no we shouldn't” you shook your head and bucky agreed. 

“yeah no its almost 4 we should get to bed” he replied, you both got up, making eye contact before bursting into a fit of giggles and smiles, heading straight towards the kitchen and definitely not bed. You pulled your phone out and put on some music. 

“you were thinking about French toast right?” you asked and bucky smiled, already opening the fridge for the ingredients, you grinned and you opened the pantry to get the other things you needed. You both sang along to the music softly, swaying to the beat. 

As bucky made the mix you grabbed the bread and two plates, heating up the pan and putting some butter on it, letting it melt. You moved easily in the kitchen with bucky, ever since you had moved in together everything just seemed to work for you guys. 

As you dipped the bread into the batter before putting it in the pan. Turning to bucky and using the spatula as a microphone, singing along to some 40s song you had added for bucky. You smiled as he took the spatula from your hand, setting it down and grabbing your hands, dancing along to the song. 

Bucky had the brightest smile on his face as you followed his lead, letting him twirl you around as the song played. You looked up at him as he danced with you, meeting his light blue eyes. Your eyes met and bucky couldn't stop himself. 

“I can't wait any longer oh my god” he rushed out, letting go of you and rushing back into the bedroom, leaving you along in the kitchen. 

You frowned, did you do something wrong? You focused back on the French toast, flipping the slice so it wouldn't burn before placing it on Buckys plate. You frowned as you looked for the powdered sugar. Realizing you hadn't taken it out you turned around to get it, your back to the bedroom door. As you searched for it your mind raced, was he breaking up with you? Was he just really tired?

Meanwhile Bucky was rummaging through all his drawers, wondering where the hell he put the ring he picked out with Steve seven months ago. His heart was racing as he heard you cooking the french toast, confused as to why he left you. Finally he found the black velvet box in the back of his sock drawer, smiling as he ran back out to meet you in the kitchen. 

Bucky saw you facing the drawer, so he wasted no time sneaking up behind you and getting down on one knee silently, opening the small box to reveal the ring. 

You finally found the powdered sugar, opening it and turning around. You turned quickly, eyes immediately landing on bucky, right in front of you. 

On one knee. With a ring.

You dropped the powdered sugar, causing it to land all over you, bucky and the ring. Your hands flew to your mouth as he smiled at you brightly.

“are you joking? this is a joke right?” you questioned and bucky shook his head, still on one knee despite having powdered sugar all over his shirt. 

“y/n I love you so much, I wanna spend forever with you. Everything feels so right with you I just- its like we’re just meant to be, I can't imagine a life without you. I wanna make you happy, I wanna travel the world with you, I wanna dance in the kitchen at 3 am and make French toast at ungodly hours with you for the rest of my life” he rambled, you felt your ears burning as he continued, your mind still processing that he was actually proposing. 

“-I love how competitive you are and how excited you get over anything and everything, I just love you so much-” he cut himself off when he looked at you for the first time since he started rambling, smiling softly up at you as you looked at him, fondness in your eyes and a tear rolling down your cheek. 

“will you marry me?” he spoke, breathless. 

Never in your life have you nodded so quickly. 

“yes, of course yes” you whispered and bucky smiled, jumping to his feet as you cupped his face, crashing your lips onto his, smiling into the kiss. You pulled away with a sniffle, smiling as he took your hand and slid the ring on, he blushed at the sight of it. 

You looked at each other with a smile, kissing once more before you realizing the french toast was cold by now. You pulled away quickly, grabbing the powdered sugar bag from the floor and sprinkling some lightly on your plates. 

“sorry about all that” you laughed, motioning to the powdered sugar all over the two of you and the floor. Bucky just grinned, waving it off as the two of you ate the French toast, a smile never leaving either of your faces. Both pf you giggling as the sun came up and birds began to sing. 

Not long after you finished Bucky cleaned up your mess, you changed into one of his t shirts and slipped into bed, a smile on your face as he walked into the room, taking his shirt off and slipping out of his sweats before moving into bed next to you. 

You wasted no time as he laid on his back, moving his arm so you could rest your head on his chest. He cradled you gently as you got comfortable, kissing the top of your head once you settled in. 

“love you so much angel, can't wait until we get to spend forever together” you mumbled with a smile on your face, already drifting off to sleep. Bucky smiled at your words, letting his fingers run through your hair. 

“and I love you more than yesterday” he whispered, “but less than tomorrow.”

Bucky meant his words. He meant them with everything he was. He fell in love with you everyday. He always found himself falling deeper and deeper, but he never complained. Now could fall in love with you for the rest of his life.

[judeswhore]

BFF I am glad your request are open , so one with mase where y/n is mad because she just had an argument with her parent and he just conforts her

i’m sorry this took so long bff

always there - mason mount

"Can you come over?" Your words were harsh down the line, harsher than you'd intended and you heard the clear confusion in Mason's voice when he replied.

"I'm just finishing up at training but I can come straight there. What's wrong?" You could hear his teammates in the background and the ruffling of fabric as Mason pulled his coat on and you felt bad for pulling him away them. You let out a sigh, knuckles digging into your eyes to stem the flow of angry tears you were afraid were going to slip.

"Nothing, I just.. I just wanna see you." You mumbled out, bottom lip wobbling slightly and Mason made a gentle noise down the line, the comfort of his voice and his touch being the exact thing you needed right now.

“Give me half an hour, yeah? I’ll pick up some food for us on my way, you want anything in particular?” You shook your head but then quickly amended when you remembered he couldn’t see you.

“No, I don’t mind.”

“Okay, baby, won’t be long. I love you.” You repeated his words before clicking your phone off and throwing it to the other end of the sofa, fingers swiping beneath your eyes. You felt so grateful for Mason, for the fact he didn’t even hesitate when you asked him to come over, for the fact that you knew without a doubt he’d always be there if you needed him. He was a constant in your life, everything else came and went and constantly changed but you could always count on your relationship with him.

Mason used his spare key to let himself into your flat just over forty minutes later and he frowned when he saw you curled up on the sofa, blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you glared at the TV. Your phone was on the little table beside the sofa and it lit up with your mums photo and Mason watched as you angrily switched it off, a harsh curse floating from your lips.

"What happened?" You startled a little at his voice, head whipping around and you spotted him standing in the doorway, white takeaway bag clutched in his hand. You let the blanket fall from your shoulders and made your way over to him, arms wrapping around his waist so you could bask in his warmth. "Baby, what’s wrong?“

"She's just being unreasonable." Your words were muffled against his chest, his free hand coming up to massage the back of your head, the feeling of his fingers in your hair helping to ebb your anger ever so slightly. Mason’s lips pressed lightly to the top of your head and he held you tight against him.

“Who?”

“Mum. She doesn’t think I should stay here over New Year because she’s under the impression I’m not working or attending classes because apparently the only thing I could possibly be doing here is partying all the time.” You let out a sigh, eyes closing briefly so you could will yourself not to get mad again and then you stepped back, false smile forming as you reached for the bag of food. “What did you get?”

“Chinese,” Mason frowned when you started towards the kitchen and trailed behind you, shrugging his coat off and dropping it on the back of one of your chairs. You went to pull two plates from the cupboard above your head but Mason beat you to it, stepping up behind you and nuzzling into the side of your face in the process. “So she wants you to go home?”

“Yeah, as soon as the semester ends. She thinks a few weeks back home will get my mind back on track.” You started dishing out the food between the two plates, humming softly at the gentle caress of Mason’s fingers on your hips.

“Why does she think you’re, like, going off the rails?” You snorted a little at his choice of words, batting his hand away when he reached for a chip.

“Because I haven’t been going home as often.” You let out another sigh and turned in Mason’s arms, back pressed against the cold counter as he towered over you. He reached up to brush your hair behind your ear, eyes softening as he took in just how wound up you really were and he hated that you were trying to hide it from him.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” He grazed his thumb over your cheekbone and watched you tilt further into the palm of his hand.

“She thinks I’m avoiding them and that I don’t want to go home because I’ve fucked up here and don’t want them to know. She said they all think I don’t want to go home or spend time with them because I’m too busy partying here and that must mean that I’m failing uni so she’s just pissed off and not listening. I tried to tell her repeatedly that I’m staying here because I’m swamped with uni and shifts but she doesn’t believe me, she’s convinced I’m a completely different person and it doesn’t matter what I say she won’t have it.” You blew out an exasperated breath and dropped your forehead against Mason’s chest.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know how much you wish you could spend more time with them and her saying that probably doesn’t help how you feel.” His arms wrapped around your body and he held you against him again, his cheek against the top of your head. “Maybe give her some time to cool off if she’s as mad as you and call her in the morning. Try and explain again?“

You managed a half nod against his jumper, nose smushed into the fabric as you took in a deep breath. Mason’s words weren’t anything spectacular but they settled you immensely, his soft voice wrapping around you in the same way his arms had and you’d stay there forever with him if you could.

“It’s just ridiculous that I’m a 21 year old woman and she still treats me like I’m a child. I get that she worries but she should just trust me. She should know me well enough to understand that the second I had any free time I’d spend it with them.” Mason shifted so he could slide his hands over your jaw and tilt your head back, his soft eyes meeting yours again.

“She probably just misses you, the same way you miss her and I think you both just need time to cool off and then you can approach the situation again.” He bent and pressed a light kiss to the corner of your mouth, his nose bumping over yours. “I’m free Wednesday and Thursday so why don’t you take the days off work and I’ll drive you home? We can stay for the night and then I’ll drive us back that way you’re not worrying about paying for train tickets.”

“Mase,” You shook your head a little, not wanting him to rush around after you. As much as you wanted to go home even for a little while, you didn’t want Mason going through the trouble, you could settle things with your mum without having to see her.

“No, don’t try and give me excuses. You can miss two days of uni and you can go and prove to your mum that you’re not living some party animal lifestyle. Explaining over the phone is horrid and it’ll be better to speak to her in person, she’ll understand.”

“You’d do that? Drive me up there for no reason?”

“I’d do anything you asked me to.” He rubbed his thumb over your chin, gripping it gently so he could bring your mouth up to his. “But it’s not for no reason. I want to make sure you’re happy always, Y/N, and if seeing your family, even for a few hours will do that then I’ll happily help. I know you and I know this fight will eat at you until you see her so the sooner the better, okay?”

A little smile fell onto your lips and you pushed up to kiss him, tightening your arms around his waist. His tongue swiped over yours and you half slumped back against the counter, tugging him with you as he let out a soft hum of appreciation. His fingers slid into your hair and he sucked softly on your bottom lip, tugging it and then letting it go with a snap.

“How about we eat before the food gets cold and then you let me pamper you?” Your brows knitted together as you pulled away, Mason leaning past you to grab a chip.

“Pamper me?” He swivelled you around and playfully tapped your bum before taking over your job of serving out the food, your body still trapped between his and the counter. He kissed the side of your head.

“Yeah, find a movie or something, I’ll do a face mask for you, give you a massage, whatever you want.” You tilted your head to look at him and he flashed you smile, hip bumping yours. “Can’t have my favourite girl going to bed moody can I?”

[dokifluffs]

Dada’s Home | Oikawa, Atsumu

Pairings: Oikawa X Reader (female), Atsumu X Reader (female)

Genre: fluffy domestic haikyuu goodness

Author’s Note: oh to be y/n 

Dada’s Home | Kenma, Iwaizumi // Dada’s Home | Ushijima, Tsukishima

Warnings! All post time skip! Spoilers to manga end for Iwa! and also they have kids

OIkawa: 

"Yoohoo, Y/N~” Oikawa’s silky voice sounded from the front door, immediately pulling you from the sleep you were about to fall under as he shut the door behind him, stepping out of his shoes and letting everything drop to the benches near the door 

Your head that was slowly falling, suddenly jerked upright against the couch, baby monitor still on before you on the table still giving you a view of your baby girl fast asleep in her crib upstairs 

“Welcome home, Tooruuuu,” you stretched out every word as well as his name as his smile brightened the room even more as he jogged a little to the couch where you sat 

“I’m home, Y/N~” he leaned down, cupping your head as he kissed you all over, repeatedly to your cheeks and forehead, fits of giggles erupting from all his affection tickling you 

“And how’s our little angel?” He plopped himself down beside you, wrapping his arm around you to pull you even closer 

“She’s sound asleep,” the two of you looked fondly to her through the night vision camera as she laid still, asleep with a bit of her tongue sticking out, a small habit of hers already developed 

“Hm, we should sleep too. Thank you for waiting for me, but next time if you’re about to fall asleep, I don’t mind if you go to sleep first,” he smiled gently, leaning close to peck his lips to yours 

“I might just take you up on that,” you yawned, almost losing balance as you stood but Tooru steadied you 

He smelled so fresh as you walked beside him, you couldn’t wait to sleep 

especially since tomorrow was a rare day off where Oikawa didn’t have practice and you had finally convinced him to rest

tomorrow was going to be one of the first days in so long since the three of you would spend the entire day together as a little family 

You playfully swung his arm as the two of you held hands, walking up the stairs and down the hall toward the bedroom 

He twirled you around as he nudged the bedroom door open with his foot

“Oh my god, I’m so excited to sleep,” you practically threw yourself into the center of the bed, pulling and burying your face into the comforter and pillows, letting the silky fabric rub against your skin 

“I’m gonna change, don’t fall asleep without me just yet,” he hummed as disappeared into the closet 

“Mmhm,” you could barely keep your eyes open at this point 

By the time Oikawa came back out, donning a loose alien tshirt and pajama pants

and you were basically asleep at this point, your body laid on top of the covers 

“Y/N, you need to actually get under the blanket,.” he laughed as he got onto the bed beside you, laying on the blanket as well as he draped his legs over you 

but just as he did this 

sad cries sounded from the baby monitor 

“Aw, D/N,” you yawned as you naturally gravitated to her nursery whenever she cried 

“Don’t worry, I got her. You get some sleep, alright?” He scooted himself off the edge of the bed as you melted back to your spot. “But asleep beneath the blanket” 

He walked down the hall towards the semi-lit nursery as a nightlight cast dim stars and moons across the room’s walls

“Oh, oh oh, my sweet princess, what disrupted your precious sleep, baby?” Oikawa carefully lifted his daughter from the crib, his presence immediately able to soothe her cries 

“Shh, it’s okay, papa’s here,” he chimed quietly as he swayed side to side, wiping her tears away as her cries got reduced to sniffles 

“Papa’s here,” Oikawa repeated, his voice no louder than a whisper as his daughter leaned close, her tiny hands clinging onto his shirt as he rubbed his hand in a small circular pattern on her back 

her small head resting on his shoulder, her short brown hair that matched Oikawa’s, tickled his jawline and cheek 

“My sweet angel,” he hummed as he just absorbed this moment

Atsumu: 

Atsumu let out a deep yawn as he entered through the sliding door of the side door the two of you mainly used, slipping out of his non-practice shoes, feeling the cold floor through his fresh socks before he slipped into his slippers, scattered around the smaller shoes of your guys’ children

Glancing at the time as he stepped into the main hallway, he was glad he showered back at the gym now since it meant now that he could go straight to sleep

Or so he thought as he plopped his bag down to the side near the coatrack in the corner of the hallway near the front door yet instead of being met with a dark house, the lights were still on

“Didn’t Y/N say she was goin’ ta sleep?” He scratched the back of his neck as he pulled out his phone, rereading the last messages the two of you sent to each other but he was right

That’s what what your last message had read, so why were the lights still o-

And then he saw it as he reached for the light switch, turning off the light to the main hall

“Hey, baby,” his voice was gravelly as the little nickname for his little girl as he locked eyes with his princess

He shuffled his feet over the wooden floors as he walked around the couch where you laid fast asleep, half a blanket draped over your legs as your son laid on your chest, fast asleep with his cheek squished to your collar

“Hm, lucky,” he thought to himself, envying his little son as he knelt down, nuzzling the back of his index finger to the infant’s cheek

You slept peacefully, body and face completely relaxed in the couch cushions, one of your hands draped lightly over the little boy’s back

But before Atsumu could continue giving any more admiration, his finger was suddenly latched by his little girl as she babbled, whining for not having her fair share of attention from her beloved dad

“Shh, I got ya,” he smirked as he plucked her, from her spot not he couch as she wore her little onesie, holding her beneath her bottom, over his sides

She continued her little babbles as she looked up to him with wondrous eyes yet he looked at her with the stars in his eyes as all he could see was her as he held her

“It’s sleepy time, princess,” his voice was even softer as he brushed his hand over her soft, silky hair

He knelt down as she let out a small yawn, resting her head on his shoulder

“Mama,” he rest his hand on your arm, his skin rough meeting yours

He gave you a light squeeze, shaking your arm, rubbing his thumb repeatedly. “Mama,” he called, his voice the slightest bit louder but careful to not wake your son

You took a deep breath in as your eyes cracked open, your eyes burning now that they were open when they should’ve been closed

“Welcome home,” you whispered as you carefully sat yourself up, Atsumu’s hand on your back, helping you up

“Let’s head upstairs and sleep,” he stood, bending down to kiss the crown of your head as you repositioned your hold on your son

The two of you switched off the lights, making your way up the dark stairwell as you tiredly walked up the stairs, anticipating the feel of the bed sinking beneath your weights with Atsumu by your side

You each held a twin as he walked behind, holding his daughter as the warmth transferring from his body into hers began to lull her to sleep The two of you brought them into their rooms, setting them in their cribs on the opposite sides of the room, tucking them in

You leaned on the edge of your son’s crib as memories from the day they were born, from the day the two of you brought them home flooded your mind until a pair of hands snaking around your waist pulled your attention back to the present

“Bedtime for us too,” Atsumu’s voice was velvety in your ear, his chest rumbled against your back as he spoke

He led you by the hand, the door closing behind, his hold never leaving you and it never did the entire night

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Skz reacting to you being sick

A/N: I’m actually kinda sick right now (it’s just a cold so I’m still good) and this idea popped up in my head ~ i hope you guys like it!!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: sickness, slight swearing(only once)

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Chan:

We all know that he takes care of other ppl VERY well

I feel like he would check up on you frequently and bringing you the stuff you need

Would not leave your side, would try to comfort you in every way possible

“Y/n??”, Chan called through the apartment after he opened the door and saw that all the lights were turned off. He walked further into the apartment looking around , but there was no sign of you.

When he finally opened your bedroom door he saw you laying in your bed, covered in blankets with a pile of tissues besides you. As you noticed his presence,you gave him a weak smile that was probably not even visible due to the dim lights.

“Are you okay??”, Chan asked, sitting down on your bed and giving you a little kiss on the forehead. You just shook your head no while you clinged on Chan, in which he responded with a tight hug, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you into his lap.

He just held you for a while,his hands sliding through your hair and light kisses in your forehead from time to time.

“Do you need me to get you anything??Should i get some meds??”, he asked after a while but you just held him closer.

“No,don’t worry,cuddles are enough for now”

Lee Know:

He would try to cheer you up and distract you from your suffering fhchrhdh

He would cook some comforting food like soup for you

We would insist on doing everything thing for you so you can take proper rest

You just texted him that you couldn’t make it to your date today because you weren’t feeling that well and now, ten minutes later he already stood at your door step, a bag of groceries in his left hand and a bag with different medications in the other.

“What are you doing here lino and what’s all that stuff for??” You asked as soon as you opened the door and got a sight of him being packed with stuff.

“I didn’t know what you needed so i brought all different kinds of medications and since i already was about to come over i also thought that i can cook something for you so you can take proper rest”, he started talking with a pout on his lips.

As he started cooking you tried to help him but he immediately scolded you, saying that you shouldn’t spread all of your germs around and should rest on the couch instead while he will cook for you.

(Small time skip)

“This soup was amazing lino!! i already feel way better now and i can help you clean the kitchen-“

“No you’re not doing anything but rest, you’re sick baby!!”

Changbin:

I feel like he would give you A LOT of cuddles to make you feel better

Would try to make you laugh and lift your mood

But would also give you the rest you need

you couldn’t really sleep last night due to your horrible headache, that wouldn’t get better even tho you took several painkillers and tried to avoid anything that’s bright,it just wouldn’t get better.

When Changbin visited you after he was done with practicing for the day and turned on the lights, you immediately responded with a groan, causing him to immediately turn off the lights again while giving you a worried look.

„What’s wrong honey??“, he asked while walking up to,laying himself on the bed right next to you, immediately wrapping his arms around and holding you against his chest.

“I’m not feeling that well and i think I’m really hot...i should probably check my temperature...” you said while nuzzling your head into Changbins chest. “But honey”, he chuckled, “you’re always hot”

You playfully slapped him as response, making him ruffle through your hair so it looks all messy and it eventually turned until a play fight, until you held your head,mimicking that it hurts a lot.

Changbin immediately stopped and laid you down in the bed again, tucking you under the blanket,giving you one small kiss on the forehead, saying that you should rest now before he left the room.

Hyunjin:

So we all know how dramatic he is

So i can definitely imagine him running around and screaming after telling him you’re sick

He would keep his distance so he doesn’t get sick too but would still take care of you really well

Would order your favorite food and watch a movie with you (plus he probably would give in to cuddles after a while too)

“WHAT”, he yelled out dramatically, eyes and mouth wide opened. “WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME THAT YOU HAVE A COLD WHAT IF I GET SICK AND-“

“Hyunjin, calm down it’s just a light cold and it’s almost gone again-“ you tried to calm him down, reaching out for his hand. “Ahhh don’t touch me- all of your germs are on my hand now-“ he dramatically said while walking away from you, shaking his hands as if it would shake of any germs.

You rolled your eyes,seeing Hyunjin running out if the room completely panicked and at this point you couldn’t even tell if he was teasing you or if he was serious.

He didn’t return for a quite long time, you got a little bit suspicious, but after a few more minutes,he returned with a grin on his face.

“I thought you died because you drank hand sanitizer or something to get rid of the germs-“ you teased him, cocking up your eyebrows while looking at him.

“Not that buuuutttt”, he then replied, a smirk appearing on his face,” i ordered your favorite take out food and I’m willing to watch a movie to you, but only with a safe distance,okay”

“Thank you babe”, you smiled at him and blew him a kiss afterwards “but are you sure that you don’t wanna cuddle??”

Jisung:

I feel like he’d be really panicked at first

“are you sure that you’re okay??do you need any meds??maybe you should go to the doctor i can-“

After making sure that you’re not dying, he’d make sure to give you a lot of cuddles and kisses (but only on the cheek/jawline/forehead kisses)

Jisung was completely freaked out when he say you sitting in the couch, wrapped up in thousands of blankets, tons of used tissues laying around you and your face red from the fever you were having.

He immediately dropped all of his bags, running up to you grabbing your hands full in panic, looking you in the eyes like your about to die.

“Are you okay??”, he asked with big eyes squeezing your hands.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a little cold”, you said in a raspy voice, forcing yourself to give him a little smile.

“Are you sure your not dying??” he continued asking, his face expressions more serious that ever “or do you need any meds?? I can get some for you if you want...and you really don’t wanna go to the doctor...i mean you can go just to be sure....wait I’ll make you some tea, i’ll be right back”

You tried to calm him down a bit,but he already disappeared in the kitchen,coming back minutes later with a huge can of tea.

“And just to make sure that you’re not dying,i guess i have to pepper you with kisses babe”

Felix:

CUDDLEBUG

would not let you out of his embrace

would probably bake some brownies for you because he knows you live them while you sleep

he would just be so sweet and caring in general my heart is melting if i just think abt it ahhhh

You were waking up in Felix’s arms,your head pressed against his chest and his lips resting next to your forehead. As you slowly woke up, you felt a horrible pain in your throat and you noticed that you could barely breathe through your nose.

“Baby?”, you whispered to him,getting a hum as reaponse. “I don’t feel that well, i think I’m going to get sick” you said, feeling him shuffle away a little bit to take a look at your face.

“You really look a little bit sick” he said, his eyes carefully scanning your face. “Do you need any meds or should we go to the doctors?”, he carefully asked while his eyes came back ti yours, making eye contact.

“No i think it’s not that bad,but i like that you’re really warm”, you told him while coming closer to his chest again, the warmth of his embrace sending shivers down your spine. He immediately held you closer, his long arms wrapping around you and carefully drawing circles on your beg,until you drifted of to sleep.

When you woke up it was way brighter,so you probably slept for a few hours. When you noticed that Felix was gone, you let out a small cry, but you immediately got distracted by the smell of fresh brownies.

Just now the door opened,Felix walking in with a cup of hit chocolate in his one hand and a plate with a brownie in the other.

“Here, to make you feel a little bit better” he said while handing you the plate and a fork, giving you a huge smile.

Seungmin:

I feel like he would be similar to Changbin

We would look super concerned at you with his puppy dog eyes

Would try to make you laugh with corny jokes

CUDDELS

You told Seungmin that you were sick before he came over,warning him from yourself, but when he came over and actually saw how sick you looked with glassy eyes, a red,runny nose and burning hot cheeks.

He looked at you scanning you from head to toe, his puppy eyes furrowed concerned, slowly walking up to you. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were THAT sick??”, he asked worryingly while pulling you into a hug, the tone of his voice almost making your heart break.

“It’s really not as bad as it looks”,you reassured him,your hand gently rubbing over his back. “But did you bring the thermometer, i think i really should take my temperature”

“Of course”, he said with a smile, breaking the hug to reach into his bag,grabbing the theometre and holding it against your forehead

“And??what does it say??”,you asked curiously.

Seungmin just let out a little chuckle before saying “well,you know..... i always told you that you were hot as fuck....”

Jeongin:

I think we wouldn’t quite know what to do bc the others always took care of him

But he‘d definitely make you some warm tea to make you feel better

Would probably end up calling chan for advice lol

This poor baby got so concerned when you started sneezing nonstop and would rest, but now that you were in your bed, basically knocked out from your fever.

“Uhmmm...is there anything i can...like give you??” He asked,his voice filled with uncertainty. “

“Yes please”, you groaned,”i really think that i need some meds”

“Uhmm sure, I’m gonna look at what i have here, but i already made you some tea, so drink that while i be looking for...uh whatever medication that will make you feel better...just uhmm...wait here...”, he said while placing a cup of tea on your nightstand.

As soon ad he disappeared to look for the right meds, he called chan.

“Channie, i really really need your help....you know y/n is sick and i don’t know how the right medications look like....yeah i need something against fever....the one with the red or blue label?? And do we have to go to the doctor or-“

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[thefanbasewhore]

Bucky drabbles?! Yay! Imagine having to cancel a date with Bucky because you aren’t feeling well and he comes over to take care of you. 🥰

Summary: Bucky takes care of reader when she is sick.

Warning/content: sort Bucky, fluff, reader is sick

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

A/n: thank you for the request! Hope you like it ❤️

Bucky has been staring at his phone for minutes now, a deep frown wrinkles his forehead, small dimples stretching his cheeks as a result. Thumbs fiddling over the keyboard, it's the second time you canceled this week.

'Gotta cancel tonight again, sorry buck'🥺❤️''

It's worrisome, from what he thought everything was going great, fine up until the middle of last week. He's been meaning to just stop over, make dinner for you two instead of just going out but between therapy and helping Sam rebuild his parents business, the timing was never right.

It's a cycle, typing something then deleting it, over and over again until he takes a deep breath, finger pressing over the call button as his heart flutters inside his chest, expecting the answering machine or for you to even hang up.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end is muffled due to the burn in your throat. Bucky pauses, maybe answering the phone with 'do you wanna break up with me?' isn't the best way to start this conversation. "Buck?"

He must have been taking to long to answer as his brows furrow and form wrinkles as he scrunches his nose. "Hey baby, everything alright? You sound --."

"Terrible, I know." You answer, the small sniffle clears his mind from any lingering insecurity. It makes sense, the canceling and not answering the phone for hours at a time. "I'm sick, doesn't want to go away."

"Why didn't you tell me? I could have came over."

"You're busy with Sam and he really needs your help besides I don't want you to get sick." Bucky hears the unsteadiness of your voice, a cough catching your sentence short as a permanent frown graces his lips.

"I'm never to busy for you and I'm a super soldier, I can't get sick. I'll be over in 20."

***

Bucky knocked, actually a few times but there was no answer. He lets himself in, placing the bags into the kitchen counter before entering your room.

He sighs at the sight, curled up in a ball, pillows and piles of blankets messily thrown across the bed - not to mention the piles of tissues that scatter the dresser and floor.

Bucky picks a few up along the way to your side of the bed until he's cleared enough space to kneel onto the floor, biotic noises follow as he uses the nightstand for support but the flesh hand follows to rub finger against your hair line. Pushing any stray hairs away and also collecting the line of swear that gathered there.

Bucky watches as pretty eyelashes flutter open, red with large, dark bags underneath them. You look exhausted. "Hi honey, I'm here."

You nod weakly, sniffling and nuzzling deeper into the comfort of his touch as he reaches for the blanket, pulling it up to your chin as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "Did you eat yet?"

"Not hungry."

Buck nibbles on his bottom lip as he watches your eyes close, visibly shaking as a wave of coldness hits you. Your whole body aches, skin burns and your chest has to much pressure it feels as if it's going to explode.

"Got some stuff to make my mom's soup, it'll have you up and moving by tomorrow morning." He promises, his hand now running gentle fingers through your hair, nails scratching at your scalp. "Need you to eat for me, okay? No one's been here, you haven't been eating. I'll get you some medicine too."

***

By the time Bucky returns your eyes are fluttering weakly, sleep becoming more and more of a promise.

"Can you sit up for me?" With every ounce of strength you manage too, Bucky sits right next to you, bringing the cup of tea up to your lips.

"Drink, it will help your throat." The tea is hot, but it soothes that ache as a hand encourages you with small circles against your back. Bucky presses a kiss to your shoulder.

"Here." The bowl of broth in his hands is hot, steam and warmth coming from it as the spoon is brought up to your lips. "C'mon sweetheart, you need to eat."

"I don't want too." There's a small pout, cute enough to make him smile but not enough to break him.

"Half the bowl? Then I'll let you go back to sleep." This times the spoon slips past your lips, the taste is amazing, well as good as it's going to get with your taste buds being compromised but the savory broth warms your stomach.

Once finished Bucky places the soup on the stand next to the bed, he waits until you lay back down to place another pillow under your head and also to fully cover you in the blanket before curling up next to you.

His flesh hand never leaves your hair, leaving comforting and soothing scratches. "Thank you for taking care of me."

Before he could say a word, "I love you."

He says it back but it's already too late, your eyes are closed and chest is slowed but his is anything but. Heart pounding so fast he swears it's going to break some ribs, the first time the words ever left your lips and a big, goofy grin fills his lips as he stares up at the ceiling with a soft chuckle.