#I'll take care of you fic

[jadewritesficshere]

Steddie x female!reader thought 18+ only

Eddie blinks his eyes a couple of times to make sure he is actually seeing what he is seeing. He must be living in a nightmare.

You're laying back on one of the pool loungers. One leg dangling over the edge keeping your foot on the warm cement ground, the other spread over Steve's lap as he absently rubs his hand up and down it while he bitches to you about something from work. Your hand rubs up and down Steve's back in comfort. But that isn't the nightmare.

Your bright red bikini bottoms covering enough, but with your legs spread a bit more skin is shown then intended. Spread in such a way that makes Eddie want to just dive in. Get on his knees and worship you, rub his face over your mound as he licks and nips and sucks. Moan as the curly thatch of hair brushes against his face.

Except the curls of hair he is expecting to see peeking around your bikini are gone. Just smooth bare skin. And that isn't the only nightmare. Steve's chest is smooth like when he was in school on the swim team. Not a speck of that beautiful chest hair Eddie would curl into after getting hot and heavy. Not a single curl of the "love rug" he jokingly called it.

Eddie wants to weep. To throw himself down like a little kid and thrash his arms and legs around. Yeah, it's your body and you can do what you want, but he still is sad its gone. Eddie doesn't like change, and suddenly walking in to see both of his partners change something without any warning? Uncomfortable. It makes Eddie feel itchy.

Eddie can barely speak as he walks over and sits next to Steve. He doesn't respond to Steve's warm greeting. Doesn't respond to you asking how the day is. Just stares with big wet eyes at the sight in front of him. A pout on his lips.

A warm hand lands on his shoulder, gently squeezing. Steve's brow furrowed in concern, your wide eyes blinking at him.

"Shaved?" Eddie asks in a quiet voice, eyes darting to Steve's chest and then your clothed pussy. Steve lets out a huff of laughter, "Fuck, thought something was wrong man." Eddie glares," It is."

[sevikaskittygf]

I JUST NEED TO GIVE SEVIKA A HUG SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE HER A FUCKING HUG PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE

[thesarcasticism]

i did not think it was possible for them to make shinjiro any sexier in reload. i mean fuck, bro look at this.

then i saw his fucking battle attire and, well. i have been proven wrong.

[daily-hanamura]

[saline-coelacanth]

The ever conflicting urge of wanting to talk about stories and plot points I've come up with for aus but also wanting to keep my mouth shut because what if I write a fic for this one day and I don't want to spoil it

[sunnywiththestars]

I'll Take Care Of You (I Swear)

G / 2.2k / bucktommy

[From Tommy:] A civilian started strangling you at work today? [To Tommy:] Well technically he was our victim But yes. [From Tommy:] Shut up with your technicalities. Around 30 minutes later there’s a knock on his door, and Buck opens it with the biggest smile on his face knowing exactly who's on the other side. OR - Tommy comes over and looks after Buck after a rough day.

[cartoonsinthemorning]

Ehilà!

I'm at the airport, and sleep deprived, but I still wanted to say: I looooveee the asks you've been sending me!!

I can't wait to reply- with some art too, if I can- or anyway well thought answers, because you guys gave me great food to munch on, deserving of proper attention.

PS: to anon that sent me the noncon ask, I wanted to reassure you right away, you didn't make me uncomfortable. I eat dead dove for breakfast, dinner and lunch lol

[the-casbah-way]

since the fandom has collectively decided that jamie's from motherwell i tend to just write it that way too but jamie is not a motherwell lad to me. he's definitely from one of the wee lanarkshire church towns where you have to wait around for two hours for a tiny rickety country bus driven by someone's half-senile grandfather to drive you to motherwell or glasgow to get a little peek at civilisation. i can't explain it or prove it in any way. but this is the truth. to me

[nerdylizj]

The saddest part of this fic for me - they cared. It would be one thing if they were enemies simply brainwashed into marriage, but Azula didn't just make them forget their identities, she made them forget about this fragile, precious thing. Then they learned to care as Lee and Kya and that also was taken from them. Also, the way they are afraid to show they care too much - this part about shard edges and bleeding, and I could almost feel how Katara was quietly heartbroken in the end of their conversation. Like, please, this stress is not good for the baby, and when I say baby, I mean Katara. Ugh, I don't know if this makes sense, so many feels, l just love your fic so much!!!

it does make sense! i love using the knife motif with them. they're capable of such softness but circumstance has shaped them into something with sharp edges, too. everything they thought they knew, including what they believed about each other, is called into question. they're imperfect and lost and vulnerable. of course they care but it's the caring that's hurting

[n0tamused]

A little announcement

Updates will be slow this week due to upcoming exams.

Thanks to everyone that sent their requests in, I'll try to get to them as soon as I can :)

[jadewritesficshere]

Alcohol

Eddie Munson x Reader

Contents: effects of alcohol, underage drinking (because it is a high school party, but reader is >18) , pet names (Sweetheart), flirting

This just developed from a drunk night with friends and I thought "How would Eddie react?". Enjoy.

Your head was pounding. You weren't sure if it was from the music being blasted in the house or from the amount of alcohol you drank. Your limbs felt heavy snd sluggish. You weren't tired persay, but if you sat for too long you weren't sure you would be getting back up.

You had no clue where your friends were. Robin had convinced you to come, wanting to have a "normal" high-school senior year experience. With you having already graduated last year and being in college, you didn't really feel the need to go. Robin's insistence at you having never went did make you feel like you missed something.

And here you are. Drunk and alone. Well, not really alone. There were a lot more people then you expected to be here. You recognized some people you had graduated with, returning to another party for some reason. You shouldn't judge as you were also here.

You stumble outside the house and towards the shed. Maybe with some quiet your head would stop pounding. Each movement was slow and calculated, feeling like you could fall at any moment. The world wasn't spinning (well, okay the earth was technically rotating still), but you felt so uncoordinated and sluggish. You round the corner of the shed furthest from the house and-

You squeak and immediately attempt to dart back around the side of the shed, yelling," sorry!" You aren't even sure what or who you saw. A wad of cash and a bag of some substance. Enough for you to know you don't want to witness anything and be an accomplice. However, your retreat was less than skilled. Having turned on your heel so quick, you actually slipped...and landed still in sight of the people.

You hit the ground with a thud and a groan. You cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. "Holy shit! You oka-" one of the people pauses before you hear footsteps," Sweetheart?" You glance up between the fingers covering your face and see Eddie standing above you. Ah, of course it would be your boyfriend. You know he sells, and what a perfect place at a party to do so.

He quickly crouches," What are you doing here?" "Uh, nothing. Just going for a stroll. I totally didn't see anything," you close the fingers to cover your eyes again," I saw absolutely nothing Officer." You can hear Eddie chuckling and imagine him shaking his head before a hand touches your shoulder making you jump. "Nobody out here but you and me now," Eddie says through chuckles," but that was very convincing." You know it was not convincing at all. "Think I rolled a...what's it called a one? A nat one?" You grumble.

Eddie helps pull you into a sitting position and you reluctantly lower your hands. Eddie looked just as good as he always did. Simply looking at him made your heart thump wildly and your head spin- no wait, that was absolutely the alcohol. You groaned and closed your eyes, laying your forehead on his shoulder. "Oh Sweetheart, you're drunker then a skunk, aren't ya?" You whine back, "Not a skunk. If anyone is it's you."

You can feel Eddie's shoulder shake as he laughs. You can't help but smile at it. "You saying i smell?" Eddie asks, nose wrinkled from smiling so wide. You pull back to look at him slightly. "What if I am?" You poke his side causing him to jolt back. Eddie was always ticklish on his ribs. Eddie bats your hand away," I'll have you know i smell wonderfully." You hum again leaning your head back against Eddie's shoulder. You exaggerated inhale makes him smile. "Yeah, you smell alright i guess."

Eddie rolls his eyes at your teasing. You pull back and grin up at him. "You're so pretty." You murmur, looking into his deep brown eyes. They seem to widen slightly as his face flushes, a dopey grin on his face. "Yeah? You are too-" "Not as pretty as you!" You cut him off and smush his face with your hands. His lips jut out slightly and he sets his hands on yours. You give him a quick kiss on the lips before kissing his nose. "So pretty. The prettiest." The joy in Eddie's eyes is evident as he pulls your hands from his face. He gives you a quick kiss on the forehead, knowing arguing with you right now is futile.

He slowly stands, hands steadily holding onto you and helping you up. "Did you get hurt?" Eddie calmly asks, checking you out over. "Think i broke my ass." You grumble shifting your weight slightly, feeling tenderness in your glute. "No!" Eddie gasps dramatically," do you have a crack in it?" You frown at Eddie," That joke wasn't funny the first time you said it." Eddie snickers to himself.

You realize you're still holding onto him and let go, stumbling back slightly. Not that there is anything wrong with holding your boyfriend's hand, but drunk you doesn't seem to think that. Eddie's hands dart out to catch you in case you fall. "I'm fine!" You swat his hands away and turn to look back at the house. "You got-" Eddie cuts his sentence off. You can feel his hand brush something off your butt. "If you wanted to grab my ass you could just ask." You bend forward slightly and shimmy your hips at him.

Eddie groans slightly at the sight before clearing his throat and saying," Yeah no, you're definitely drunk." "Am not." "Yeah you are." "Mmm nope" you pop the p sound as you start to walk stumble towards the house. "Whoa okay hold on," Eddie rushes after you.

You can feel his hands on your waist and guide you towards the street, not the house. "Let's get you home," Eddie mumbles more to himself then you. Typically, you'd put up more of a fight. But your head was pounding and your arms felt like lead. Each step took a ton of effort. It felt like you had jumped in the lake with all your clothes on and were being dragged down by them.

Eddie guides you to his van and opens the passenger door. Eddie tries to get you to go in when it clicks that you left Robin behind. "Bobbie!" You push away from Eddie and look at the house," I left her and she and i..." Eddie's brow furrows slightly before looking back at the house. "Not leaving without her." You cross your arms and glare at Eddie. Well, one of them. "I'll go get her, can you just get in and wait?"

You mull it over. Waiting meant you could sit. Maybe do that trick Wayne does- resting his eyes. The more you thought it over the more pleasant it sounded. You nod and clamber into the vehicle. Eddie gently shuts the door after you. You watch him in the side mirror head back towards the house.

Yes, Wayne had a good idea. You close your eyes and sigh. Practically melting into the seats. Your bones feel like jello now. The buzzing in your head a beautiful white noise. Yeah, this was a great idea.

You startle awake at the sound of a door opening. You glance back and see Robin being corralled into the van with Vickie (when did Vickie get there you have no clue but that must be who Robin was with). Both of the girls are giggling and talking to each other, Robin overly loud without realizing how loud she was being. Vickie mumbling half the time in response. But they seemed to be having a great time, making you smile.. The doors slam shut and a few seconds later Eddie throws his door open.

He huffs before getting into the car, " like coralling a bunch of cats. You get one to follow and the other goes the opposite way." Eddie shakes his head, curls bouncing. You blink slowly at him before smiling. Eddie glances at you and grins. You hum closing your eyes again. "You going to sleep on me?" You hear him ask. "You'd know if I was sleeping with you."

Eddie snorts and laughs as the car takes off. You aren't sure what he found so funny. "I definitely would know that Sweetheart." You hum in response. "Go to sleep, I'll keep ya safe." "Not sleeping," you mumble falling asleep," just resting my eyes like Wayne." You hear Eddie chuckle as you drift off, feeling comfortable and safe with him.

[prouvaireafterdark]

Can we talk about how fucked up it is that writers even have to ask people not to put their work into an AI?

Like what the actual fuck is wrong with some people that they think they're entitled to steal someone else's work and then ask an AI to finish it

I don't care if your favorite fic author hasn't updated in two weeks or ten years. Those fics aren't yours and you are NOT entitled to steal them and run them through a bullshit generator

[cannibal-wings]

Plotting out this RE4 Remake fic where I turn Leon into a monster is fun. BUT I have to make tough choices like... how long do I let Luis live? I have to canon diverge some sections to make a few scenes I want to do work. Luis is probably my biggest trouble point right now. I have two solid ideas, which is better than no ideas. I've figured most everything else out, I have a nice little timeline of which mutations happen when. It'll be fun, instead of my usual all transformations at once, this one will be a slow burn of transformation sequences.

[nebulousfishgills]

Reading Emily's saga from HTM to Necrosis (plus Instinct and finishing with Shades of Blue) to @bowersbubbles has been a very rewarding experience, getting real time feedback while I make her laugh, lose her shit, and cry while I swallow mucus by the mouthful since my nose has Issues.

Apologies to my much beloved roommate for having to vaguely hear me reading out loud into the 1 or even 2 AM.

[dootznbootz]

You've been blocked so you won't see anything I post. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ You're safe from my fanfiction now. I literally tag my own silly shit with a different tag with #shot by odysseus so it won't go into the main stuff. You don't HAVE to see it. And AGAIN! This isn't constructive criticism!!! You're just saying you don't like it!

[sweetestofchaos]

Hiya!

Could you do a Jimin x Taehyung drabble with these three prompts?

1. “Would you let me take care of this for you?”

2. Feeling their temperature

3. Running errands OR doing household chores (whatever seems to work better, but if you prefer an actual choice, then errands please)

If you want extra context?? maybe something before they put a label on their relationship and Jimin just generally feels weird about accepting anyone’s help, but is forced to when he gets sick and Taehyung won’t let him leave his apartment. 💕

This was fun to write. I loved the idea of Tae and Jimin not really being able to put a label on what they are and it just spoke to me. I hope you enjoy this...it's a little on the longer side 🫣

Jimin isn’t used to someone taking care of him and Taehyung is there to change that

p. jimin x taehyung

r. teen

wc. 1.1k

w. fluff, sick!jimin, cuddles

Jimin glares at the man standing in his kitchen, cooking at his stove, wearing just a pair of old sleep pants that one of his ex’s left there long ago. Jimin rubs his eyes and winces, he has the worst headache. He feels like shit and his body is on fire, he’s sweating and his pjs are sticking to him. 

“W-What-” Jimin groans, it hurts to talk.

Taehyung is…well Jimin is really sure what Taehyung is. He would say they are friends but friends don’t say or do a lot of what they have. The line between friendship and something more hasn’t been crossed but it is blurred and if Jimin looks close enough he is sure that he might not even see it.

At the sound of Jimin’s pitiful voice, Taehyung turns away from the stove and offers the smaller man a smile. He silently makes his way over to the fridge and grabs a premade smoothie that the maker assured Taehyung would cure any sickness. He shuffles over to Jimin and helps him settle into one of his two chairs at the table. Setting the smoothie down in front of him, Taehyung carefully reaches up and Jimin flinches.

“Relax, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“You should leave…I-I’m sick.”

Taehyung raises an eyebrow at Jimin’s words and touches his palm to his forehead before he touches the other to his own to compare their temperatures. Jimin is burning up, his skin has a deep flush to it and his eyes are a little glassy. 

“W-What are y-you doing?” Jimin asks, his voice choppy as he fights to speak through the soreness. 

“Taking care of you.”

“You really don’t have to. What if you get sick too?”

“Then I get sick, besides who else is going to take care of you?”

Jimin grabs Taehyung’s wrist and tugs his hand away from his forehead. Jimin’s hands are trembling from his fever and Taehyung smiles as he places his free hand over Jimin’s.

“I’ll be fine, Jimin. You shouldn’t be moving around too much with how sick you are.”

Taehyung pulls away from Jimin carefully and grabs the smoothie, holding it up to Jimin’s mouth, the straw poking at Jimin’s lips. Jimin tries to take the smoothie and Taehyung pulls it away. Taehyung holds the smoothie to Jimin’s mouth once more and pulls it away again when Jimin tries to grab it.

“Tae!” Jimin whines and Taehyung shakes his head as he leans on the edge of the table. 

“Relax, I got it.” Taehyung smiles with the softness of looks in his brown eyes. “You can’t even keep your hands from shaking.”

Jimin looks down at said shaking hands and tucks them under his thighs. He eyes the staw and glances up at Taehyung who is watching him silently. He can really do it himself, at least he thinks he could…maybe.

The straw touches Jimin’s lips and he allows for Taehyung to hold the smoothie while he takes a tentative sip. The flavors are fresh with a natural sweetness, there is a touch of honey and the liquid is smooth. Jimin doesn’t taste any cream and from how easily he sips the smoothie he thinks there isn’t any kind of dairy in it. Seeing the question on his face, Taehyung grins.

“I asked them to use filtered water in place of milk. I didn’t think your stomach would be able to keep it down.”

Jimin is thankful for Taehyung’s ability to think ahead ‘cause Jimin knows his stomach would reject any kind of dairy at the moment. Taehyung takes the smoothie and sets it on the table top before he walks back over to the stove.

“What are you making?” Jimin’s voice isn't as rough as before but still just as soft.

“Soup…I called my mom and asked for the recipe.”

“You’re making me your mom’s soup?”

Taehyung’s shoulders shrug and Jimin bites his lip in thought as he watches Taehyung move about his kitchen.

The rest of the day is pretty much the same. Jimin tries to do something and Taehyung is right there to do it for him. Now, Jimin is lying on the couch, bundled under two blankets with the living room windows open. Taehyung is tidying up around the apartment, humming lightly to himself as he picks things up off the floor and washes dishes. He is taking care of Jimin and it makes Jimin’s heart pound loudly in his ears. His chest feels tight every time Taehyung looks his way. 

Jimin isn’t sure what to think of this situation, honestly. He has never had anyone willingly take care of him outside of his mother and older family members. It’s a strange thing, to accept the help of others and yet…Jimin is allowing Taehyung to do just that. Jimin’s phone goes off somewhere in the apartment, most likely his bedroom and Taehyung disappears before he reappears in front of Jimin with his phone in his hands. 

“Thank you,” Jimim mummers and takes the phone.

He looks at the screen and it is Jungkook calling. He completely forgot he was supposed to pick the younger man up from work today. Jimin quickly answers the phone and apologizes to Jungkook, he tells the younger man that he is sick and forgot all about picking him up. Taehyung overhears the conversation and offers to pick Jungkook up. He is Jimin’s best friend after all and he likes the younger man.

“You really don’t have to do that, Tae.”

“Would you let me take care of this for you? I’ll pick Kook up and be right back. Half hour tops and I can even grab some more medicine while I’m out.”

Jimin wants to argue but Jungkook is still on the line and he begs for Taehyung to pick him up loudly. Jimin sighs and informs Jungkook that Taehyung is on the way and to make sure that Jungkook doesn’t keep him waiting. Taehyung smiles, wide and boxy as Jimin hangs up the phone and he smoothes down Jimin’s hair.

“Try to relax and take a nap, okay?” Taehyung leans down and presses his lips to Jimin’s damp hair. “I’ll be back soon.”

Jimin’s face is flushed and he is quick to hide his face in the blankets. Taehyung chuckles and kisses Jimin’s temple, keeping his lips to the warm skin for a few seconds too long.

“Sleep, sweetheart.”

Jimin finds himself listening to Taehyung’s advice and he drifts off to sleep soon after Taehyung leaves his apartment. The next time he wakes up, Taehyung is cuddled up with him on the couch. Jimin is laying in Taehyung’s arms still wrapped up in his blankets and he stares at Taehyung’s sleeping face. Taehyung has always been a handsome man, Jimin isn’t blind. But here, like this, Taehyung looks so perfect and Jimin snuggles into his chest. He listens to Taehyung’s heartbeat and is lulled back to sleep by the song of Taehyung’s soul that seems to match his own.