#LET THE GUY COVER WHAT HE WANTS TO COVER OKAY??????????????? LIKE WHAT IS THIS?? THE WORKFORCE?????????

[k1mbe3rly]

Can you post links.. to Nam-gyu or Sang-woo please.. or to Gi-hun prior to the squidgames. Or can you write Nam-gyu walking in on reader watching porn? Pleasee

Nam gyu walking in on you watching porn

warning; smut, degrading, roommates

You didn’t notice him at first as you were fingering yourself slowly and holding your phone in one hand, your bit your bottom lip a bit as all you could really hear were the moans from the phone and the sound of your hard breathing

Nam gyu enjoys the sight of this, he just smirks and watches for a bit before clearing his throat making you jump and drop your phone as you stared at him in this awkward position before quickly shutting your legs and, cover yourself up with a blanket as you finally sit up, “Umm what the fuck?? do you just not knock no more?!” you told him as he crosses his arms, “I was knocking for like 5 seconds. I guess you couldn’t hear me over those fake ass moans coming from that video.” he said

You were embarrassed as you flushed a bit, “Okay whatever just get the fuck out weirdo.” you spoke back, “Whattt, whyyy i was enjoying this pretty little sight of you” he said smirking, you frowned a bit as he spoke again, “Need some help?” he asked as he walked closer to your bed picking up your phone and closing out the tab than setting it on the nightstand, “Help? what i need is for you to get out!” you spoke again

“Come on don’t be like that” he told you as you pulled down your blankets, you didn’t bother trying to stop him because in reality you were thinking about him while watching those porn videos, the blankets were finally off as your legs were shut, “Open” he commanded as you huffed trying to act like you hated this, you slowly spread your legs as you felt his hands spread them wider, his fingers went to your pussy and rubbed on your folds

You let out a soft moan as he continues rubbing your pussy, his hands going to your clit and rubs on you as he bites his lip watching your reaction, he rubs your pussy and clit for about a minute, he pulls his hand away, “I could do so much better than that guy in the video..want me to prove it?” he spoke to you low and a bit raspy, you nodded at him as he smirks, he pulls down his pants along with his boxers, his cock was already hard as it hits right at his belly button

He crawled ontop of you and settles between your legs spreading your legs a bit wider, “Look at this wet fucking pussy. Hearing you and watching you finger yourself made me so fucking horny baby..” he said as he rubs his tip on your pussy, you arched your back a bit staring up at him, he finally pushes in his tip as you already moaned out a bit feeling your pussy get stretched a bit just by his tip, he groans a bit as he pushed in his whole cock into you with one motion

You whimpered and gasped as he chuckled, he gives you a moment to adjust and once you did everything around you disappeared.

he pounded into you harshly, he grips on your hips keeping you down as he growls and grunts feeling your tight walls clamp on his cock, each thrust slightly faster than the last, he watches your fucked out face, moaning and eyes already slightly teared up, he lifted your legs and threw them over his shoulders, he held onto your ankles as he angled himself deeper, you screamed out in pleasure as the bed creaks a bit

His hard length pounding into that sweet spot making your back arch, your moans got intensely louder, he throws his head back “Fuckk!! baby take this fucking dick..just like that.” he grunted out, your feet dangling over his shoulders as you moaned his name multiple times

Loud moans and skin slapping filled the room along with his grunts and growls

He leans over kissing your cheek multiple times and sucking on your neck as his hips kept slamming into you, he grips on the sheets next to your head as he bit his lip harshly, his hips never stopping as his cock twitched inside you, the knot in your stomach formed as you even felt your orgasm on the edge of leaking out

“N-nam gyu! i’m gonna cum!” you managed to form out as he grips on the sheets tighter, his teeth sinking deeper into his bottom lip, he somehow managed to go even harsher as you moaned even louder than you already were

It didn’t take long for him to cum as well as you also did, he accidentally let out a moan into your ear, he was too caught up in his high to realize what sound he made as he panted, you let out soft moans, both of your bodies covered in sweat, “Shit..are you alright? did i go too far huh?” he asked you his voice softening, you shaked your head “No..not at all that was perfect.” you told him panting as he formed a small smile and even cleaned both of you.

[megumiluvv]

“Oh, by the way, what are you getting your partner for Valentine’s Day?” Choso hears his coworker ask him.

Valentine’s Day. He had almost forgotten. What is he going to get you? Should he plan a date? He can’t, you’re Yuji’s babysitter. He doubts Gojo will let the boy stay the night during Valentine’s of all days. What is he supposed to do?

“Uh, I’ll show you next time I see you.” He quickly covers for his coworker.

“Hah, can’t wait, see you later.”

He can’t believe that the coworker bought that poor excuse. Now he just needs to come up with something. He’s scrolling through his phone when his phone dings. A message from Sukuna.

Of course! How could he forget that he has an uncle? Sukuna can handle watching Yuji for a night, right? As if he has plans anyways. He checks the text from the older male.

“Are you needing a babysitter for tonight or do you not have plans?”

“I was just about to text you.” Choso replies, though he obviously just got the idea. “Can you watch Yuji for the night?”

“I guess, you’re so inconvenient.”

“You messaged me first, uncle.”

He can imagine the scoff his uncle just let out.

“Fine, but if he cries and asks to FaceTime you, it’s not happening.”

“Fine by me, I’m hoping I’ll be too busy to answer anyways.”

“Enjoy your date, wear protection.”

“Don’t be inappropriate, uncle. And thank you.”

With that handled, he hurries home and packs a bag for Yuji. The pink-haired boy enters the apartment with a big grin and a bag full of candy. He had a Valentine’s party in class today.

“Choso, guess what?? Megumi gave me his special present! He said he only gave it to me!” Yuji shows off a small stuffed tiger.

“Aww, that’s sweet, did you have fun?”

“Yeah! Lots and lots of fun! And I have a lottt of candy!”

“I see that. I’ll make sure it’s safe. You’re going to uncle Sukuna’s house tonight.”

“Why?” Yuji tilts his head.

“Because I have plans for Valentine’s Day.”

“Okay!”

Yuji plays with his new stuffed animal and you step into their apartment. The boy’s eyes light up and he runs to you.

“Look look! See what Megumi gave me? He gave it to only me! It’s a tiger!”

“I see, I see, Yuji. It’s amazing.” You reply and ruffle the boy’s hair.

Choso smiles and watches you two interact. Your smile is always full of kindness, so full of affection… Yuji giggles and tries to fix his disheveled hair.

“I’m going to my uncle’s tonight!” Yuji grins.

“Oh? Why’s that?” You tilt your head to Choso.

“I was planning a date for us.” Choso explains.

“Aww, how sweet! I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned.” You smile to the ravenette.

Sukuna picks up Yuji, and you go to your apartment to dress nicely. Now Choso has another dilemma. Every restaurant he would rather take you to is reservation only tonight. Talk about bad luck. He refuses to go somewhere less than five star, so he quickly sets up his table to look like it’s ready for fine dining.

When you re-enter Choso’s apartment, you smile a bit at the gesture. “Dining in tonight?”

“Sorry, it’s last minute. But I do have some meat ready to be cooked. Anything you want. We can even try making a cake again.” Choso rubs your hips with his thumbs, a little nervous for some reason.

“Hmm, let’s share a pasta. Like that dog movie Yuji watched.”

Choso grins and prepares the pasta while you make a cake. You decide to play some music so the kitchen isn’t silent. An hour later, everything is ready. You let Choso sit you at the table and he takes the seat opposite you. You both share a large plate of pasta and a slice of cake topped with strawberries.

“I think this is nicer than any other date I’ve had for valentines. Most guys just gave me flowers and chocolates and then took me to wherever they wanted for the date.” You think out loud.

“Yeah, this is much nicer than other dates. And we haven’t really had a date since that first one. Since I’ve been busy and Yuji hasn’t really been out of our hands.”

“I haven’t even realized that much time had passed. Feels like no time passes when I’m with you.” You smile.

Choso’s heart flutters. How can you continue to be so perfect, all the time? The two of you wash dishes and the music changes to a slow dance song. Choso dries his hands and offers one to you.

“May I have this dance?”

You grin and take his hand. “You may.”

His other hand meets your waist while yours rests on his shoulder. You keep eye contact as you both sway in the kitchen, soft music filling the moonlit room. The quiet click of heels on the tile matches the beat of the song.

“Thank you for tonight, Choso. You always manage to sweep me off my feet, no matter what you do. Cooking dinner with you and sharing it is more intimate than some restaurant, and I appreciate it more.” You smile as he pulls you closer.

“I should be thanking you for agreeing to everything last minute. I honestly forgot what today was until a coworker talked about it.” He huffs out of annoyance of himself.

“Things are worth waiting for if it’s you. Last minute or not, I’m glad to spend Valentine’s with you.”

“…you’re an angel after my heart.”

“Would you let me have it?” You giggle.

“Gladly.”

You both smile and share a kiss, lips pressing and molding each other’s as if they were made to connect. He carries you to his room, ready to celebrate Valentine’s Day in a different way with you.

Happy Valentine’s Day!! ᰔᩚ

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Dae-Ho X Reader: Warmth

A/n: just needed to write some flully Dae-ho. He's such a sweetie

Warnings: just fluff, no use of y/n, gn reader

Word count: 652

You were curled up into a ball on the cot. Your body felt tired from the games but sleep couldn’t seem to consume you. You were shaking in the darkness, not sure if it was due to fear or  the sudden cold that had consumed the room. You were sure they had changed the temperature. Perhaps it was a way to make sure you were uncomfortable and unable to rest properly. But you didn’t really care about the reason behind the sudden drop of temperature. All you knew is that it was almost unbearable. 

Something touched your arm, causing you to turn your head. Dae Ho stood before your bed, crouching slightly so you could see him.You lifted off the bed a bit,leaning on your hands as you whispered to him.

“Is it my turn to look out?”

“Oh no. Jung Bae and Gi hun are still up. I just noticed noise coming from your bed and wanted to check if you were alright.”

You opened your mouth to answer him but before you could your teeth began to clatter. Dae Ho’s eyes widened, finally understanding what the problem was. 

“You’re cold.”

“Yeah, it’s freezing in here.”

Dae-Ho was naturally warm blooded so the cold wasn’t bothering him. He actually preferred the chill air rather than the warmth. 

“Have you been able to sleep?”

You shook your head, body shivering silently as you continued to look at him. He could see from your face that you were tired. He tried to think of a solution. 

“I have an idea. Lay down.”

You did as he asked, continuing to face him as you rested back into the bed. He ducked under the metal cot, moving his body to rest on your bed. Slowly he lay down beside you pulling the cover over both of your bodies. The bed was small for one person and with the two of you sharing there was barely any space between you two. You didn’t mind the proximity, Dae Ho was a nice guy and you felt safe with him. 

“Scooch closer.”

Again you follow his request, moving until you could feel his breath on your face. The warmth that radiated off him was so strong. Unconsciously your body moved closer, trying to get impossible closer. Dae ho wrapped his arms around you, tugging you into his chest. You let out a sigh of relief as his warmth engulfed you. Your hands made their way to his back, slipping beneath his jacket.

“Aeee!”

You froze at his sudden yelp, eyes wide as you stared up at him.

“Are you okay?”

“Your hands are freezing!”

It was then that you noticed that you’d accidentally placed your hand beneath his shirt instead of his jacket. Your cold hands making contact with his skin. You began to move away, afraid that you’d caused him discomfort.

“No, don't take them out. It’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting it, that's all.”

You relaxed at his words, pressing your head into his chest as your hands continued to touch his bare skin. 

“Think you can sleep like this?”

“Yes.”

You raised your head so you could look up at him, a small smile on your lips.

“Thank you Dae-ho.”

The ex-marine smiled down at you, placing a small kiss on your temple.

“Now rest. You need it.”

“Wake me up when it’s our turn to look out.”

“Okay.”

With that you moved your head to Dae ho’s chest, eyes closing as his warmth lulled you into a deep sleep. Later that night Jung Bae made his way to your bunk, prepared to let you know it was your turn to look out. The sight he saw made him stifle a laugh. Dae-ho had his back turned to you, his body curled up as yours wrapped around him. Who would have thought the ex-marine liked being the little spoon.

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no rest for the wicked

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the front door creaked open as you stepped inside, the only light coming from the kitchen.

he ducked into the hallway, watching as you closed the door to the chateau behind you.

he turned on the hallway light. his face, covered in bruises and lip busted.

your eyebrows raise, but your mouth didn’t open.

his lips tip up just a bit, a tongue poking out to lick the open wound on his lip.

“hey.” he spoke, voice low and hoarse, like he’d been yelling.

your eyes fell to the purple bruise under his eyes, your eyebrows thread together just a touch.

he clocked the movement through long lashes, his head dipping.

“what’d you get up to today?” your tone is dripping with sarcasm as you throw your purse onto the couch, sitting on the arm.

“the usual.” he shrugs, taking a few strides towards you. he steps in front of you, hands coming to rub the outside of your thigh.

you shiver at the contact, his head snapping up to watch your reaction on your face.

your finger comes up to his under eye, tracing the bruised skin as his eyes closed.

“did you tell your friends about us?” jj asked, at the same time that you spoke, “who did that to you?”

“rafe did, did you say anything?” jj leaned into your touch ever so slightly.

“no, i didn’t say anything, why?” you questioned.

“well, sarah was texting john b and she said something about you and a boy who’s name started with a j. just thought i’d check.” his eyes opened.

“no, that was a lie. why are you so worried? you don’t want your friends finding out?” you went to laugh, but saw jj’s face.

“no, i don’t.”

he said it like it was obvious. yea, you hadn’t told anyone either, but the way jj said it was like he was embarrassed of you.

“got it, okay.” you stood up, watching as he stepped back from you.

his face scrunched up in annoyance.

“cmon, don’t be like this.” jj threw his hands up.

“like what? annoyed? then maybe, you should stop bringing me over to your friend’s house if you don’t want them finding out, jj.”

“maybe we should stop this altogether.” his voice was loud, your body freezing.

you looked at him, his facial expressions backing up his statement. your eyebrows lifted, “works out for me. i don’t want to fuck some guy who’s embarrassed by me, anyway.”

something flashed across jj’s face, but he let you grab your purse and walk out, slamming the door.

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[After Forces. Sonic is at home, looking for something in the kitchen. He can't find it and takes a deep breath, his eyes welling up. He walks into the living room and lets himself fall onto the couch, covering his face with his hands. Tails comes in excitedly from the garage.] Tails: Sonic, do you want to see what I added to the Tornado--What's wrong?? Sonic [wipes his tears and forces a smile]: Nothing, buddy. What were you saying? Tails: I asked why you were crying. Sonic: I'm not crying, something just got in my eye. Tails: Yeah, a whole bunch of tears. [sits next to him.]: What's the matter? Sonic: Nothing, it's stupid. I got hungry and couldn't find the hot dog buns. [sniffs.] Tails: …Okay? And is that such a big deal? Sonic: Yes. Because of what it means, Tails. This is my home. It used to be my home. And now I can't even find the things I like and only I use. I'm starting to feel like a guest who’s in the way. Shadow [enters the house and sees the scene]: What's going on? Are you guys okay? [sits on Sonic's other side.] Tails [starts to cry too]: Sonic couldn't find the hot dog buns. Shadow: …Oh. They're in the second drawer. I'll get them for you, if you want-- Sonic: That's not the point. Amy [walks down the hallway, sees them]: Sweetheart, what's wrong??? [sits on the couch too.] Tails [crying]: Sonic couldn't find the hot dog buns. Shadow: I already told him they're in the second drawer. Sonic: It's not about the buns, guys. It's just… in the cell, days felt like centuries, and all I wanted was to get out to see you guys again… and to kick Eggman's butt, but mostly to see you again. And now that I’m finnaly out, it feels like those six months flew by in here. I feel like a burden and a stranger; I can't find anything, I have nothing to do because you guys have everything covered, I can't follow conversations, and I don’t even know what to buy for you because it feels like I don’t know you anymore. Everything and everyone has changed so much. Amy: Changed for the worse? Sonic: No. On the contrary. I’m really glad for you all. I see you leading, Tails more confident, Shadow more comfortable talking to people. But it hurts that I missed it. I know it sounds selfish. But I spent six months dreaming of coming back to a place that doesn’t exist anymore. Tails: It does exist. Some things have changed, yeah. Because six months have passed. But this is still your home, I’m still your brother, and we’re all still your friends. Deep down, it’s the same. Sonic: No, it’s not. Before, I was needed, and now-- Shadow: And now you still are. The changes you said you’ve seen happened because of you and the influence you had on everyone. Tails: He’s right. To me, you were never totally gone. Amy: Neither for me. Shadow: For none of us. Tails: You’re the heart of this group and this place. [Tails gives Sonic a tight hug, and Amy joins in. Shadow rubs his back.] Amy: So, what did you want? A chili dog? My treat. Let’s go. [Amy pulls Sonic up. Tails takes his hand, and Shadow gives him a quick shoulder hug. The group heads toward the door. Knuckles comes out of his room with a bag, eating.] Tails: …Well, look where the hot dog buns were… Knuckles [mouth full]: …Why are you all looking at me like that? What happened? [Amy snatches the bag from him, pissed off.] Knuckles: Geez, you could’ve just asked. Ten years and you haven't changed one bit…

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hi nini!! hope you doing great today 😊 saw your prompt list for your 1.7k followers celebration (HAPPY 1.7K FOLLOWERS NINI!! 🥺💐). could i possibly request svt woozi x oc/reader with prompt no. 8 pls? thank you so much!! been reading your works since last yr and all of it are so amazingggg ><

hi anonie! ahhh thank you so much!! i'm so happy you're enjoying my works :') and of course you can request, thank you for doing so! 💜

prompt: 'who did this to you?'

'baby, i'm home!' you announce, closing the door behind yourself. quickly taking off your hat and scarf, you start unbuttoning your coat, talking loudly: 'god, it's freezing outside! please tell me that you managed to fix our heater, this zero degrees situation is frankly ridicilous. oh and i also got us tacos cause it's friday and we deserve tacos!'

you stumble into the living room with wide smile and bag full of said tacos in your hands, pausing at the sight of an empty room with your boyfriend nowhere in sight. jihoon always makes a point of greeting you from work, has this whole routine of coming over with gentle smile and even gentler hands that instantly pull you close for a hug. the silence in apartment is suspicious and you paddle slowly to the kitchen and then to the bedroom. you call his name again and when instead of a usual 'hey baby' you get 'don't come in!' from him, you start getting nervous. 'what's happening? why i can't come in?'

'uh- nothing, it's all good, you can enter the bedroom just not our bathroom, okay? i'll be out in a second.'

jihoon's voice sounds strained and it lacks usual warmth that he always has reserved for you. without thinking twice you enter the bedroom and make a beeline towards the bathroom, leaning on the door but not opening it, not yet. 'what is going on?' you ask carefully. 'i'm getting anxious here, ji, don't do this to me.'

jihoon knows how bad you are with situations like that, knows that your anxiety skyrockets when you have no idea what is happening. last thing he wants is to make you worried though, so with a sigh he unlocks the door, letting you in. he saw his reflection in the mirror and is aware of how black eye contrasts with his pale skin, but when he catches look of pure shock on your face, he thinks maybe he underestimated his skills of using concealer. 'um,' he starts unsurely. 'sorry, i don't have my own makeup so i took your concealer without asking first.'

that brings you back as you sputter, stepping closer to him with worried eyes. 'wha- you think that's what i care about right now?' you ask indignantly and with careful hands you take a hold of his face. 'baby, what happened? who did this to you?'

jihoon doesn't really want to answer this question. he knows it's very justified but he can't tell you that some guys at work were making stupid jokes about his relationships and one of them took it too far. he normally can't care less of what people think but not when it comes to you; he's not proud of how he handled it, but he doesn't regret sticking up for you against others. looking at your eyes that are slowly starting to fill up with tears, jihoon knows that he'll fight however many guys on this planet because you are his diamond and he won't let anyone speak badly about you. out loud he says only: 'you should see the other guy. this,' he motions to his black eye, 'is nothing compared to how he looks now.'

it's not enough to ease your worries but it does make you laugh and spal his shoulder. 'jihoon!' you shake your head. 'don't even try to cover it up with jokes. oh god, it looks horrible,' you lean closer, inspecting his face. 'oh baby. what happened? are you okay? should we go to the hospital?'

your sweetness washes over him and jihoon smiles, tugging you closer. 'no need, i'm good. just got this black eye and that's it. and we just- misunderstood each other.'

you raise your eyebrow at this. 'you're not type of guy who punches first and asks questions later. what happened, baby?'

jihoon glances at the bag on the floor and smiles. 'did you got us something on the way home?'

you turn, smiling. 'yeah, tacos from our favorite place. wait, don't try to distract me mister, tell me-'

'i am starving,' jihoon interrupts and leans in, pecking your lips. 'you know what can really help me right now? will make me feel better? you on my lap while we're eating our favorite tacos. hm? can we do that, angel?'

jihoon knows that you're tactful enough to know when not to push, but he can see battle happening in your eyes. at last you decide to let it go for now, letting him pull you to the kitchen. jihoon easily wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you on his lap, ignoring your squeak of protest. 'thank you for the tacos, baby,' he mutters, kissing your shoulder. 'you're the best.'

'mhm,' you turn to him, wiggling a little until you get comfortable. 'we will talk anyways, ji. just not now.'

jihoon nods. not now is enough. he was so distraught when he came back home that having you like this is truly the only thing that can make him feel better. he hugs you tighter and leans with his forehead on your back. 'tell me about your day, baby. please,' he asks quietly.

your hand finds his and you giving it a squeeze before starting to recount everything what happened with you today. jihoon feels tension leave his body at the sound of your voice and your body close to him. when you absentmindedly start caressing his hand, he smiles. yeah, he's very okay with getting into fights on your behalf. you deserve it.

a/n: hopefully you liked it, let me know! <3 - nini

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Milkshakes and cat eyes.. / Roh Jae-won x reader

⨉⠀⠀─⠀⠀Special .⠀›⠀Holiday series⠀‎ꪆৎ starring; Roh Jae-won — 🍨

·⠀warnings info⠀· SFW — . wc; 1.2k

Summary; Being dumped a few weeks before wasn’t in your plans, so this valentines, you had been sulking. Until your friend dragged you out of your bedroom to go for a walk and have a picnic nearby a famous tourist spot.. causing you to meet a certain guy while you got milkshakes for you and her.

Tags; fluff, mentions of breakups, first meetings, reader doesn’t know Jae-won is an actor, fem!reader, initial lowk angst, use of Y/n, also a little bit of crying, he gets you to smile so yay!!!

Notes; Happy valentines day everyone!!<3

For the past couple of weeks, you had been stuck inside your bedroom and just sulking. You didn’t want to get out, eat, nothing. You just stayed inside your bedroom while looking at some old memories you had with your ex.

The days jumbled up into one, your phone had been dead on your nightstand as you stared at the ceiling. Your eyes all red and puffy from crying, it seemed you couldn’t even cry anymore.

You hadn’t been aware it was Valentine’s Day, today was just another day inside your bedroom. That was until your friend appeared on the door, flicking on the lights.

A whine left your lips as you pulled the covers over your head, but it seemed she wasn’t having that. Now, you regretted giving her a spare key. "Come on, Y/n, you have to get up. It’s been weeks since you saw daylight."

You heard the rustling sounds of curtains opening, the lights making your eyes strain as she tossed the covers off of you, hands on her hips as she sighed. "Girl.. you have to get over that guy. I told you he was a red flag from the start, he doesn’t deserve your tears."

You frowned, shaking your head as you sat up. "I loved him." It came out slightly pathetically, making you cringe internally. "I don’t get what went wrong.."

"And you need to stop sulking over that man, come on, Y/n! It’s valentine’s day and all that stuff, since he dumped you.. let’s just have a galentine’s day." She suggested cheerfully, making you raise your brow. What the hell was 'Galentine’s day?'

"Min-ji.. what the hell is a galentine’s day?" And you could see her smile dissolving into an incredulous look, scoffing. "Seriously? You never heard of that name? You really have been living under a rock."

"Damn, okay. I’ll just go back to sleep." You retorted, but before you could even slump back into bed, she was dragging you up. "Galentine’s is a Valentine’s day for best friends, of course! I’m not letting you stay inside your bedroom like this. Come on, go shower, get dressed, I’m taking you somewhere."

Seeing no other escape for this, you had no choice but to do what she said. You took a shower, got dressed into a comfortable and yet proper for going out outfit, and fixed your hair. Surprisingly, you felt a tad lighter as you stared at yourself in the mirror, as if sulking in bed was draining you even worse.

Shaking it off, you met Min-ji sitting in your bed, that was already made. You smiled at her and she squealed, standing up and hugging you. "See? That’s the smile I wanna see in you! Come on, let’s get some air."

The air outside was soft, the breeze warm and comfortable against your face. You full on had expected her to take you out in her car, but now? You were sitting in the back of her bike with your arms around her waist as you felt the breeze.

"I brought stuff for a picnic, it’s already all set up. Eun-ae is there too." Min-ji perked up suddenly, turning the corner into a park. Kids were playing around and some couples were walking together with their hands intertwined. For a second, you felt bad. Wishing that was you and your ex. But today wasn’t about him, was it? So you forced yourself to focus in what truly mattered.

And then finally, your eyes were met with a little ice cream truck that sold milkshakes. You hadn’t had one in a long time, and suddenly they sounded so damn good. "Min-ji.. can you drop me here? I want to get milkshakes." You said as you poked her side, and she halted the bike to a stop.

"Only if you get me one, and get one for Eun-ae too. You know our favorite flavors." You nodded, getting out of the bike and checking the money in your wallet. It was enough, you assumed. "We’re at the slot sign that says number six, meet us there."

Nodding, you walked off towards the truck. Ordering three different flavors; strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate. You stood there, waiting. Until you felt something walk between your feet, and you were met with a black cat. A little 'aw' left your lips as you kneeled down and scratched its chin.

A smile was brought to your lips, the cat was purring beneath your fingertips. But it didn’t last long, suddenly, it bolted and hid somewhere, making you confused. But as you looked forward, you saw a man approaching with a dog in a leash.

Cleaning the small amount of fur strands on your skirt, you rose to your feet and looked at the guy. He gave you an apologetic smile, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare the cat.. you looked happy with it."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "No, no, it’s fine, really. It wasn’t your fault." Your eyes darted to the dog who sat obediently next to him, waving briefly.

Before a word could even be said, your order was brought to the window of the truck. You reached for your wallet, cursing under your breath as you realized you were a few wons short. "Sorry, can I go get a little more money with my friends? They’re like— over there." You pointed towards the slot they were in, but then, the man you had previously talking to began;

"I can fill it in for you, consider it a small apology for scaring away the cat." He said with a warm smile, and of course, you denied. But he seemed really resilient, and in the end, he ended up paying for the rest.

So now, you stood here with the milkshakes in front of him, thanking him for what felt like the fifth time. He mainly brushed it off, saying that the gratitude wasn’t needed. "It’s fine, really. Don’t worry about it." He said with a wave of his hand as if dismissing it.

"Still, thank you, uhm.." you trailed off, still unsure of his name. "Jae-won." He introduced himself as he extended his hand for you to shake. Nodding, you smiled back at him as you shook his hand. "Y/n." His hands were warm.. just like his personality. You were glad to meet such a sweet person, especially when you were in such a sad mood.

"Thanks a lot, Jae-won." You concluded, pulling your hand back as you took a sip of your milkshake. "The pleasure is all mines, miss Y/n." He paused, as if thinking about his next words, and then decided upon a farewell. "I’ll see you around, and.. Happy Valentine’s day."

"Happy Valentine’s day." You said back, parting ways with him with a dumb smile lingering on your lips. Finally, you met with your friends in the slot, and they seemed tired of waiting already. "Finally! What took you so long?" Eun-ae groaned, and you handed them their respective milkshakes, sitting down in the tablecloth they had placed above the grass. "The guy took a bit longer than I expected." You lied, or at least tried to.

"Oh, yeah? And did the guy write that number on purpose?" Min-ji teased, and you looked at the corner of your cup to see a phone number neatly written. Then, suddenly it hit you. It might have been when Jae-won was making his own order, you had been too distracted petting his dog. A chuckle of disbelief left your lips as you bit them. Taking another sip before shrugging. "Something like that."

Maybe life did have its own little ways of bringing your mood up and helping you to move on.

[green4allseasons]

The lights to the townhome are mostly out… save for the single lamp in the window. And Jason’s heart warms at the shallow glow because that means somehow he’d known that Jason would be returning tonight. 

Somehow he always knows.

Jason walks the motorbike the final block to the house. The thing is loud, which he usually enjoys. But tonight… he doesn’t want to run the risk of waking any sleeping occupants. So instead, he quietly stashes the bike beside the garage and hoofs it to the front door, pulling out a key that had been made specifically for him. 

He loves the way the townhouse welcomes him home. How, although it belongs to someone else on paper, as soon as he steps through the door it greets him as if he's always belonged there too. 

On the crooked end table with a single glowing lamp, there's a stack of books that he recently finished reading from the library, all long overdue. And his jackets... those are all neatly hanging from the coat hanger while another's lay stale and untouched in an ever-growing heap on the floor. 

Even the fridge is marked with his presence, occupied with tupperware full of stir fry. His recipe... though it had been made by someone else in his absence. 

And technically, he could go to his room. Tim had made sure that he knew that it always belonged to him. Even from the very beginning. 

So at first Jason considers it.  The door’s wide open and waiting for him. And it’s what he usually does when he gets into town late; they’re considerate of each other’s sleep schedule like that. 

But... it’s Valentine's Day. Or it was Valentine's Day, he thinks, looking down at his watch and seeing the short hand point at the 2:00. And while Jason’s not a sap for all that capitalist bullshit, he finds himself teetering on his feet in front of his doorway, side-eyeing his bed that looks so cold and lonely in the dark.

“Fuck it,” he decides, turning on his heels and striding into the room across from his. Timmy might get a little pissy about being woken up but he’d just have to live with it for one night. It’s Valentine's Day, or was… and god dammit if Jason isn't feeling a little sentimental. Sue him.

He sounds a lot tougher in his mind, but his actions tell a different story as he slowly nudges the door open, cringing at the resulting creak of old hinges. Had it always been so loud?

Of course, Tim startles, his eyes blearily opening, the pupils constricting at the sudden light. “Jay?” he asks, “Everything okay?”

Jason feels instantly bad. Like he said, they never do this, not unless something’s wrong. So Tim’s instant concern isn’t totally baseless. Usually they give each other a day to adjust to the timezones and whatnot before inexplicably finding themselves in each other’s beds. Intertwined for however long they're both in town… which isn’t as often as either of them would like. 

“Yeah, all good, just…” Jason pauses, a little embarrassed to say the words out loud. He was really counting on Tim being asleep. And goddammit, the little smile that crawls across Tim’s face makes him want to bury his head in a hole. 

“I didn’t take you for a Valentine’s sort of guy,” Tim teases, that little sleepy smirk so fucking annoying. And yet, Jason feels himself unraveling in ways that he can’t put words to.

He swears, “...Just scoot over, will you?”

Tim lets out a small laugh but opens the covers anyway. Jason’d already showered at his new safehouse so he doesn’t feel bad as he crawls into the sheets. But he doesn’t think Tim would mind either way. 

Tim doesn’t turn around, preferring to face Jason as he lays his head back down. They could only manage to fit a twin mattress in the room so it forces them to shift close. Jason sure as hell doesn’t care as their foreheads touch on their shared pillow. 

And god, if Jason doesn’t feel like a man with his whole world in his hands. Tim’s warmth so all encompassing that slowly he feels the tension in his muscles lessen, unwinding with every breath that flutters against his cheek. Tim’s breath is still minty from brushing, giving away that he’d probably stayed up too late… again.

Sighing, Jason settles his hand on Tim’s cheek, adoring the contrasting sensations of the impossibly soft skin under Tim’s eyes and the rough stubble over his jawline. Just another indicator that he’d been working too hard. 

Ah well, it just means that Jason needs to stay longer this time. 

Jason’s fingers rest against Tim’s jawline before he grips gently, using the leverage to press their foreheads together.

“I missed you,” he breathes, holding back so much more that he want’s to say because it’s late, and Tim’s tired, and he doesn’t get enough sleep these days as is. 

And really? All that Jason wants to say has been said before and can be said again once morning comes.

Jason plans to spend his whole life saying it. A whole life proving how it’s true. 

[angelcactus]

HIIII I DID @ode2youu's valenswap thingy and my gift is for the lovley @romirola

heres the a03 link if you prefer it here

and here it is below the cut!

Sweetheart didn't have a good immune system, but they didn't have a bad system either. This was one of the moments where their body hated them and their immune system decided to attack itself. Someone at the DUMP offices had a bug and it found its way towards them quite violently.

So here they sat, laid is a better word for it, laid in their shared bedroom with Milo. Their bug turned from a simple cold to a virus in just a few hours and they were MISERABLE. Throat burning, hot then cold then hot again, and a cough that sounded like someone was standing on their lungs. 

Sweetheart had been cooped up in their bedroom for four days now, cabin fever kicking in and their body was getting anxious from staying in the same room day in and day out. 

So they groggily stood up, blanket wrapped around their shoulders like some sort of comfy wizard. Aggro trilled softly when the bedroom opened, he stretched and walked up to them. He butted his small head against their leg. Milo was in the dining room, his laptop in front of him.

“Who are you talkin’ to, Big Guy?” Milo’s voice was so warm and soft, like a fresh loaf of bread. Sweetheart turned the corner and shuffled into the kitchen, Aggro was now laying on the part of the blanket that was dragging on the floor. 

“Well hello beautiful, what are you doing out of bed, baby?” Milo stood up and walked up to them. Sweetheart whined so pitifully and rested their head on his shoulder. Milo trailed his hand up their back to the back of their neck. 

So warm like a loaf of bread.

Milo rubbed their shoulders and slowly backed away. “Let's get you some water and a snack, okay, Sweetheart?” His voice was sticky sweet like honey. He carefully guided them to the chair he was just sitting at and walked towards the fridge.

Sweetheart’s diet these past days consisted of: water, crackers, soup (thanks, Marie) and copious amounts of Advil, Tylenol, and Nyquil. So they were REALLY hoping the snack Milo was whipping up wasnt the new illness diet they had started four days ago. 

“No more soup..” Sweetheart laid their head on the table, they were the most powerful stealth at DUMP, they have fought shades 4 times bigger than them, yet they were being whittled down by the flu. 

“No more soup? Why? Is my ma’s soup too good for you, my rough ‘n tough investigator?” Milo turned from the stove and smirked at them. “Well it won't be soup so don't worry baby. When I uh.. When I was sick my ma made me mac ‘n’ cheese sometimes.” Milo turned back to the stove. Sweetheart smiled, they loved hearing about his childhood. 

“So are you making me mac ‘n’ cheese?” They mumble out, pulling the blanket over their head (Against Aggro’s chagrin as he falls off the blanket). Milo chuckles softly and nods.

“Would you be shocked? Some home cooked food would probably do you some good. No offense to my ma or anythin’ but you need something that isn't straight radiation.” The pot Milo hovered over smelt so so so delicious, well delicious to Sweetheart. “We didn't have much growin’ up but my ma' made sure I neva’ went to bed hungry, eva’. Good ol’ pops sure was gamblin’ my college funds but my ma' made food that would make grown men weep.” Milo looked over his shoulder to peek at his mate. Sweetheart’s head rested on the table, blanket still covering their face from the evil bright kitchen lights. 

Aggro paced in-between Milo's legs, purring and trilling with each baby step. Milo turned back to the pot and gently tapped the spoon on the rim, just enough to knock some sauce off and not be loud for the raging storm that was his mate's migraine.

“Why don't you go back to bed baby? The lights gotta be botherin’ your head,” he set the spoon down and walked over to his hunched over mate. Sweetheart whined softly, sitting up with their eyes closed. 

“I'm so tired of being in there. I wanted to walk around like a little victorian child begging for soup Mi’.” they held out their hands, cupping them like a bowl. “Please sir can i ‘ave some more?” they joked meekly then coughed. Their lungs felt like fire and their cough sounded phlegmy. 

“I get it baby but you aren't getting any betta’ if you are walkin’ around ‘n talkin’,” Milo rubbed their shoulders, and kissed their forehead. Their skin felt so hot, like lava, soft lava if you will. “I will bring you the mac while you lay in bed.” he hummed softly, thumbs rubbing a knot that Sweetheart had struggled to reach for weeks. 

Sweetheart whined, leaning into Milo’s hands like putty. Their body was so sore from work and laying still for days. “Fine.. but make it fast because I need food and I can't take anything until I eat.” They stood up slowly, head throbbing and body achey. 

“I will, don't worry. Just go back to bed, I'll be there in a bit, my love.” He kissed their cheek and rubbed their forearms. Sweetheart nodded and shuffled back to their shared bedroom, Aggro followed close behind, trying to get on the moving blanket once again. He meowed and hopped on their bed waiting for Sweetheart. They slowly crept onto the bed, eyes barely open. The dark room was so much more welcoming than the evil bright kitchen.

Aggro butted his head against their forearm, begging for the pets he has been DENIED for days due to the illness that swept over Sweetheart. They laid down and curled into a ball, Aggro meowed softly and gently butted his head onto their forehead like he had seen Milo do so many times before. Sweetheart smiled and scratched that special spot behind Aggro’s ear making him trill in excitement.

“What would I do without you, big man? You and your dad, what would I do without you both?” They whispered, voice hoarse. It felt like a cheese grater to their esophagus every time they talked, coughed, hell even breathed. Aggro purred and slid into Sweetheart’s curled up body, his body humming like an engine.

Sweetheart smiled and closed their eyes, maybe just resting them wouldn't hurt right?

A soft familiar hum stirred them awake, hands that they knew personally rubbing those knots and aches they had been struggling to reach and rid of for months. Sweetheart hummed happily, melting into the hands that cared so dearly for them. They weren't curled in a ball anymore and Aggro wasn't curled with them, instead they were laying on their stomach with Aggro purring next to their head loaf style.

“Good mornin’ to you too. Slept a good hour, hour ‘n a half. How do you feel?” Milo whispered to them, gently drawing things into their back (hearts, he was drawing hearts). 

“Mmph… sore ‘nd sleepy.” They mumbled, opening an eye to see him. He changed his shirt, one that really showed off his muscles, Sweetheart really liked that shirt on him. “My favorite shirt..” they smiled, tugging on the hem of his shirt. It wasn't even a sexy or provocative or workout shirt, it was just a shirt with a pocket, and that pocket had a cat on it. That was IT. 

“I wore it for you, baby,” Milo chuckled, thumbs pressing that part on the top of their back from earlier. “And I made food for you and I cleaned up for you.”

“Max ‘n’ cheese..” the fever was returning, mixed with just waking up it sounded like they were spewing nonsense. Milo felt their cheeks, nearly hot to the touch. 

“Alright, you soup filled delinquent, sit up I need to feed you so you can sleep this shit off.” Milo stood up, Aggro trilled and stretched ready to follow wherever he was heading off to. Sweetheart sat up, eyes barely open. They whined softly, reaching out for him. Milo held their hand, running their knuckles with his thumb.

“I'll be right back, I'm just going to the kitchen, Sweetheart.” His voice was soft, like a hug from your mom when you were little. They nodded, wrapping their blanket around their shoulders. The room was hot and cold, just like them. Yet this blanket stayed on their shoulders until Milo returned with a small blue bowl in his hands, Aggro shortly behind with one of his mouse toys in his mouth.

Sweetheart’s entire face felt stuffy and miserable, the nap only warded off their sickness for that measly hour. Milo carefully sat on the bed, bowl in hand. He wasn't lying, he was making macaroni and cheese.

“Drink first.” He said softly, picking up their water bottle from the nightstand and putting its straw to their chapped lips. Sweetheart made a noise of complaint then took a few sips of the water. Their throat felt EONS better with the cold water running down it. Aggro slipped into Sweetheart’s lap with the toy and started to purr and knead their calves gently.

“There you go,” Milo hummed and set the water bottle back on the nightstand “Dunno why you fight me on that, water is good for you.”

“It's boring, Mountain Dew Code Red is good for me.” They smiled, stocking Aggro's back.

“Mhm, ma said you need to drink at least two of those a day and you haven't even finished the first. I'm lettin’ you off the hook because ya so damn cute but don't let it happen again, a’ight, toots?” he joked, stirring the bowl. Sweetheart mumbled a jokingly annoyed ‘yes sir’ while they looked at the bowl.

“Are you gonna spoon feed me? I'm not five years old.”

“Yes I am, now open up and eat this Mac n cheese I slaved in the kitchen makin’” he smiled and scrunched his nose. Flirt.

Sweetheart rolled their eyes and opened their mouth with each spoonful. He was a very good cook, contrary to popular belief. This was the only thing they actually ate in almost a week that they could taste that wasn't microwaved soup or toast. The cheese practically melted in their mouth and the noodles were perfect.

They closed their eyes and whined pitifully again. It was so fucking good.

“Thank you mi’” they whined and slouched. The food sat warmly in their chest and tummy. “For all of this you didn't have to do this.”

“Like hell I didn't, you are my mate and it's the slow season. The big man himself told me that I can take all the time I need to get you betta. And you are gettin’ betta if it kills me.” He pressed their foreheads together, looking into their eyes. “I love you so so so so much sweetness and you think I, Milo Anthony Mateo Greer, let you suffer with being sick while I'm perfectly fine? Nope, that ain't me and if it was me it's an imposter and kill it on sight.” He sat back and cupped their cheek. “We are in this shit together,”

Sweetheart leaned into his touch, his calloused hands were so warm and inviting. 

“I love you mi’,” they smiled, kissing his palm. Milo smiled and whispered an ‘i love you too’. Sweetheart still felt like absolute dog shit, but at least they had Mac n cheese in their system so now they could take medicine to flush it out of their system, YIPPEE!!

“You ready for some meds sweet thing? I'm thinking if you take NyQuil you can sleep this shit off and be betta in a day.” Milo slid off the bed and walked to the connecting bathroom. “It'll knock out your migraine, congestion and coughing in one.” He hummed, opening the medicine cabinet and pulling out the bottle. “And it'll make you sleep through a fuckin earthquake.” He walked back to the bed and opened the cap, pouring the shitty tasting fluid into the tiny cup it came with.

“I eva’ tell you the time Asher knocked his dumbass out by drinking half a bottle of this?” He handed sweetheart the cup and they downed it like the worst shot they've ever taken. Sweetheart furrowed their brow and looked at him.

“So we were in 9th grade and our great and powerful beta decided to drink half a bottle of NyQuil to cut his flu out on the first day. He was stupid and slept a day ‘n a half and woke up even sicker than when he drank the dumb shit.” He laughed softly. “That's our beta for you.”

Sweetheart laid down, Aggro moving from their lap to their chest. NyQuil was fast with them and they were still feverishly sleepy so sleeping wasn't out of the question.

“I'll let you sleep, get betta’, I love you.” Milo whispered to them, kissing their forehead. They nodded and shut their eyes, drifting off to sleep.

[sevcasejay1chicago]

So it begins- Severide x reader x Casey, best friend! Jay

Summary: When you collapse on a call and pass out, your boys make sure to take care of you.

Warnings: Minor cursing, vomiting, sickness, possible bad medical care

Authors note: I’ve had this one stored away for a while. It’s honestly pretty long. Just thought I should give this account and you guys some love. ❤️

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Before becoming a firefighter on truck 81, you were an army ranger. You worked side by side with Jay Halstead, who is still your best friend. You followed him home to Chicago when you got word that your mom died, which was your only loving relative, but Jay wasn’t going to let you be alone with a family who didn’t really care. He knew what that was like, except he had Will and none of your siblings really cared for you.

Now, several years later, you are dating Matt Casey and Kelly Severide. Jay approved of your decision, especially with how well they take care of you, but also because they trust Jay with you and don’t stand in the way of your friendship. Jay was like the big brother you always wanted and needed. Matt and Kelly enjoyed his company and the way he always had your back, which happened on and off the clock.

This morning, you had woken up and rolled out of an empty bed. Matt was up making phone calls to his employees with his construction business and Kelly was just getting back from a run, making breakfast in the kitchen. You knew you were sick as soon as you were conscious. Sore throat, stuffy nose, pounding headache, dizziness, chest tightness and nausea all hit you as soon as you woke up, but you weren’t about to let your boys go on shift without you. So, to avoid their worried fussing and refusal for you to go to work with them, you jumped in the shower and took some meds that would hopefully help.

When you came into the kitchen, Kelly was just coming around the corner to grab you and ended up engulfing you in his arms when he almost plowed you down. “Shit sweetheart.” Kelly breathed, pulling you in to stop you from potentially falling, “You okay?” He asked, kissing you on the forehead. “Your warm.”

“Just got out of the shower.” You said, brushing him off with a pat on the chest. You went around him, beelining for the coffee pot to keep up appearances. You made yourself a to-go cup and made a quick breakfast sandwich from what Kelly cooked before kissing him on the cheek and yelling good bye to Matt, saying you had a meeting with the other Molly’s partners before shift.

Once you got outside, you dumped the coffee and sandwich in the trash can on the corner before getting in your car and turning it over. You drove to the station and went inside, sneaking past first watch as you headed straight for Kelly and Matt’s office. You shut the curtains from the bunk room and adjacent office, but left the blinds on the window cracked. You opened a book and got under the covers, placing it in a way that wouldn’t look suspicious incase the boys found you before morning briefing, set an alarm, and took a cat nap.

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You woke up before the boys came into the office. The sound of slamming lockers and talking startled you awake as first watch switched with your crew. You got up, drank some water from one of Matt’s bottles that he keeps in stock under his bed, turned off your alarm and went out to face your crew.

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So far, you have been able to hide how awful you’ve been feeling. You managed a cup of coffee with your company, a snack while playing games with Squad, and running a few calls within the first 5 hours of shift. Now, you were utterly exhausted.

Just when you were on your way to rest in Matt and Kelly’s office again, the bells went off, “Squad 3, truck 81, ambo 61, Warehouse at 1911 Broyhill rd. Partial building collapse, trapped police personnel. Emergency plan 1.”

Sighing, you run through the bunks and onto the apparatus floor. You jumped into your gear and hopped into the truck behind Stella. You zoned out on the ride to the scene. You knew Jay wouldn’t be inside, or at least you hoped so, but you couldn’t bring yourself to worry. You were so exhausted.

Arriving on scene, you were immediately sent in with Matt, Herrmann, and Mouch on the second floor to assist squad in search and rescue. You tried to keep your breathing slower as you ran up the stairs behind your boyfriends and team members.

Once upstairs, you came face to face with the collapsed floor. None of you could go any further, so you all began clearing rubble to search for survivors. After sending three people down, Boden called you all out of the building in fear of a full collapse. You made it out the door, with only Matt and Kelly behind you, before falling to your knees a few yards away.

“Y/N!” Matt and Kelly yelled, quickly taking a side and dragging you further before the building collapsed right behind you.

Matt and Kelly ripped your gear off, removing your helmet, mask, oxygen tank and turn out coat. Suddenly, Jay appeared over your face, having been a few feet away when you collapsed.

“Y/L/N, can you hear me?” Jay asked, putting your head in his lap and tilting your face up. “What the hell happened?” He yelled, looking between Matt and Kelly as they checked you for injuries.

“I don’t know.” Kelly grunted, “She was fine.”

Matt was silent, but frantic as he looked you over.

Jay looked down as your eyes fluttered open. “Hey you.” Jay soothed. “Your okay. We gotcha.” He wiped the soot from your face and suddenly felt the heat. “Uh, guys?”

“Yeah.” Both Kelly and Matt answered, still checking you over.

“She’s burning up.” Jay mumbled. “Hey! Get me a couple water bottles and a towel or something.” Jay yelled at anyone who would listen that was surrounding you, your team and Jay’s team concerned about you.

“Help me get her out of her gear.” Kelly said to Matt, who helped lift you and slide you out of your turnout pants.

“Jay?” You finally murmured, reaching up to touch his face to make sure he was real.

Jay smiled gently down at you, taking your hand in his and placing it across your chest. “Yeah. Just relax. Your okay.”

Stella came sprinting back with Kevin next to her. Stella had a medical bag and Kev had the water and towel. Matt took the supplies from Kev and got to work on wetting the towel while Kelly went through the go bag, pulling out a thermometer.

Kelly sighed, shaking his head at the reading he got. “103.5.” Kelly murmured, showing the device to Matt.

“Shit.” Matt replied, looking up and meeting Jay’s eyes. Jay stayed calm though, not wanting to scare you as you still kept your eyes locked with his face, but he wasn’t sure if you were even aware of what was happening.

“Give me the towel and a water bottle.” Jay murmured, reaching for the items. “Hey sweetheart, I’m gonna put this on your head and pour some more water on it. It might run into your eyes.” Jay said, leaning over you a bit more. “Can you close your eyes for me?”

You closed your eyes, but began wiggling in discomfort. “Matt? Kelly?” You whispered, blindly reaching for your lovers.

Each of the boys took your hands as Jay worked, laying the towel over your forehead and pouring more water onto it.

“Jay? Want one of us to do that? Water will just run off our turnouts.” Matt said, finally realizing this once he knew you just passed out from overworking with a fever.

“Nah. I got her.” Jay answered, looking down at you. “If you let go, she might freak out. Made that mistake once when we were in the desert.” Jay shook his head, like he was trying to shake memories away.

Hailey came up then, having ushered everyone else away. “Does she need an ambo?” Hailey asked, crouching down next to Jay.

“Nah. She just needs to cool down and rest I think.” Kelly answered, rubbing your arm and watching your breathing pattern. Matt sat on your other side, monitoring your pulse and nodded his head in agreement with Kelly.

“We can take her back to 51. Let her sleep in our office.” Matt said, kissing the back of your hand.

“Or I could take her back to my apartment and stay with her until you guys get off shift. I’ll even have Will drop by and check her out.” Jay suggested, looking between your two boyfriends.

“I could drop them off. We can spare him until you guys get off shift tomorrow morning.” Hailey said, placing a hand on Jay’s back. “I’ll even be home later to help out and be an extra set of eyes.”

Matt and Kelly looked at each other and had a silent conversation with their eyes. “Alright.” Matt said.

“If you guys need anything, call us and we will have 61 dispatched with us behind it.” Kelly said. “You okay with that baby?” Kelly asked you, leaning over and caressing your cheek.

“Mhmm” you responded. “M tired.”

Matt laughed, caressing the other side of your face. You were cooler now, but still running hot. “Think you can get up and let us help you to Jay’s truck?” Matt asked, not wanting to move you until you were ready.

“Yeah.” You breathed out.

Jay took the towel off of your head and wiped off the left over water. Matt and Kelly gently pulled you into a sitting position and waited as you swayed.

“You good?” Kelly asked, kneeling back down next to you as Jay did the same, supporting your back with his leg.

“Dizzy. Gimme a sec.” You mumbled, burying your face into Kelly’s shoulder.

Matt stood by, prepared to pick you up and take you to one of the ambos. He was getting worried, seeing you in this state was not usual and it scared him.

“Carry me?” You asked Kelly, latching onto his turnout coat.

“Sure baby.” Kelly murmured, picking you up with ease and tucking you into his chest.

Jay led the way to his truck, which Hailey already had running with the AC on. Matt followed close behind with your gear in his hands. Jay slid into the back seat, taking you from Kelly as Matt placed your stuff in the passenger side next to Hailey.

“Take care of her.” Matt called. “I love you sweetheart.”

“Call if you need anything. We love you baby.” Kelly echoed, rubbing your exposed calf as you curled up against Jay’s lap.

“Love you both. Stay safe.” You called, waving at them.

“Always.” Matt and Kelly replied before shutting the doors and standing back as Upton pulled off the scene.

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“Alright you.” Jay said, replacing the cloth on your neck. “What’s going on?” Jay asked, leaning back and making eye contact with Hailey in the rear view.

“Head, stomach, throat, everything.” You whispered, laying on your left side, facing away from Jay.

Jay sighed, rubbing your arm and not saying anything else. He was thinking of everything Will would do for you and what he had at his house. As if reading his mind, Hailey called Will and told him what happened as she drove, making sure they didn’t need to divert to med.

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Once Upton pulled in, Jay picked you up and carried you in. Hailey left, saying she was going to drop your stuff off at 51 before reporting back to the district. Jay kissed his girlfriend, thanking her for you both, after she opened the door and helped Jay get you inside.

You sighed and buried your face into Jay’s chest, hiding your face as you wrapped your arms around your tummy and tried not to groan. Jay looked down and stopped short in the hall in between the bedroom and bathroom.

“Hey. You alright?” He whispered, not wanting to hurt your head.

You shook your head no and Jay knew the problem. He knew you hated puking. Out of all the years you and Jay had been friends, you had only puked around him twice, and both times were your living nightmare. Jay quietly diverted into the bathroom, setting you down on the floor next to the toilet. He sat with you, lifting the lid and helped you adjust onto your knees.

“Your alright.” Jay sighed, rubbing your sides as you sat hunched over the bowl, head resting on your arms. “Want me to call Matt or Kelly?” He asked, knowing that they had a better handle on these kinds of situations recently, but this was more for your comfort. He could handle this just fine.

“No.” You whispered, reaching back to hold onto one of his legs. “Stay.”

“I’m not goin anywhere.” Jay mumbled, pulling your hair further away from your face and off of your neck. “If it’s gonna happen, let it happen. I’m right here.” Jay soothed, rubbing your back with his free hand.

You rocked slightly in your kneeled position. It was like Jay knew you were fighting it and the feeling was getting overwhelming. You lifted your hands to tie your hair back more securely to give Jay his other hand back. “Can you just….” Your thoughts died on a heave and you stopped to get your stomach back under control. Jay waited quietly. “Text them?” You breathed, holding your forehead up with one of your hands and holding Jay’s leg with the other.

“Alright.” Jay said, pulling out his phone to start a group chat with Matt, Kelly, and Will.

Jay: Hey guys. Y/N’s not doing so hot. Fever is not as bad as before, but she’s close to puking. She’s freaking out a bit, but doesn’t want me to call. Just said to shoot you a text. I added Will to keep everyone informed at once.

Jay sighed as you dry heaved again, breathing rapidly and groaning when another heaved ripped through you. Jay just rubbed your back and shushed you while reading the wave of text he was receiving.

Kelly: Chief has offered for us to leave. I can’t focus knowing she’s so sick and I’m not there.

Matt: I know she is in good hands with you, Jay, but I agree with Kelly.

Will: I’m on shift, but sounds like the flu. Keep me on the chat and in the loop. Let me know if you need anything.

Matt: Kelly and I are on the way. Should be there in 10.

Jay sighed and rubbed your back again. He was fine with taking care of you, but he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible. “Hey sweetie. The boys are on there way.” Jay whispered. “Want me to get you some clothes?” Jay thought as he waited for you to reply. He was gonna need to send them with a blanket and bucket at the very least.

“Please don’t.” You choked out, throat tight as you held back a gag. “Don’t go.” You had tears pouring down your face and your whole body was trembling.

“Okay. Okay. Just relax.” Jay urged, rubbing your sides again. “I’m here. I’m right here.” He kissed your back, feeling bad for not being able to help. He knew that Matt and Kelly had your keys, which had a key to his place, so he wasn’t going to have to leave for the door when they got there.

You gagged again, this time bringing up a little bit of coffee. You hummed, rocking back into Jay and leaning your face into your upper arm.

“There we go. Let me get you some water, okay?” Jay asked, not liking this. You were pale and barely had enough energy to hold yourself up. He wasn’t sure how much longer you could keep yourself up and he needed to get you some water sooner rather than later.

You couldn’t answer. More of the coffee from this morning made its way up and you couldn’t hold this one back. You sobbed loudly when you finished spitting out the rancid liquid and Jay practically ran back to the bathroom.

“Breathe. It’s okay. Your okay.” Jay rushed out, dropping back next to you and placing the water bottle on the edge of his bathtub. Jay scrabbled to flush as you turned and buried your face into his shirt.

“I-I wa-ant K-Kelly an M-Matt.” You sobbed out, clutching onto Jay like a child. You were so tired and in so much pain. You knew Jay wouldn’t judge you for wanting your boyfriends or being extra clingy.

“We’re here.” Kelly said, panting as he tried to catch his breath in the doorway.

“Perfect timing.” Jay muttered, passing you off to Kelly and placing a kiss on your head as he went to go talk to Matt.

“Kel.” You whimpered, burying your face into his chest.

“Shhh. It’s alright hunny.” Kelly whispered, kissing your head and wrapping you in his arms. “You all done?”

You shook your head and spun back around, finally letting go now that Kelly was here. Matt and Jay heard the commotion and went sprinting into the bathroom. Kelly was up on his knees behind you, one hand on your chest and the other rubbing your back. Matt moved to sit on the edge of Jay’s bathtub, brushing some fly aways back and holding your upper arm. Jay stood in the door way, eventually sliding down to wait it out with you all. He didn’t want to leave your side, but you needed and wanted your boyfriends.

“Your alright hunny. It’s okay. We gotcha.” Matt said, continuing to hold back your fly aways.

“I-hugk” you tried to talk, but you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Shhhh. Don’t talk. It’s okay.” Kelly said, thumping your back when you choked up.

“Just get it out. Your doing so good baby.” Matt praised, watching your face.

You were pale. It was like all the blood had left your face and you were shaking under their hands. Not to mention the fact that you had started swaying again, looking like you were about to pass out.

“Jay.” Matt called, catching Jay’s attention from whatever he was doing on his phone.

“Yeah.” Jay replied.

“Has she had anything to drink?” Matt called, “also, can I get another wet rag for her?”

“She didn’t get a chance.” Jay said, standing and heading to the sink. “I was just telling Will about that. He thinks she might be dehydrated from the fever and now the puking.” Jay summarized as he handed the wash cloth to Matt. “He said she can have sprite if she won’t take water. I’ll be back. I have some stashed for her in the kitchen.”

Jay took off down the hall as Matt placed the wash cloth on your neck. The cold from the rag made you shake even more, but Kelly made sure to hold you firmly against his side.

“Matt.” Kelly said, drawing his partner’s attention. “This isn’t good.” He whispered, shaking his head and letting Matt see the fear in his eyes.

Matt nodded in reply, leaning forward to catch your forehead in the palm of his hand. “Sweetheart. Hey baby. You gotta breathe.” Matt urged. “You gotta slow down. Your alright. Take a breath.”

At this point, the measly amount of food and coffee was already up and all you were doing was dry heaving and bringing up small amounts of stomach acid. You nodded and slumped back a little, leaning more into Matt’s hand and into Kelly’s hold.

“Here.” Jay said, coming into the bathroom with the sprite in hand. “I got some of the carbonation out. Will said it might make her feel worse if it’s fully carbonated, but I know she won’t drink it flat.” He had it in a glass with a straw. Matt and Kelly have never been more grateful for the Halstead brothers than they were right now.

“Thanks Jay.” Matt said, giving the man a small smile and taking the drink. “Sweetheart. Take a sip of this water, rinse and spit. Then you can have some sprite.” Matt bargained, trying not to sound authoritative, but wanting nothing more than you to get some fluids.

Kelly pulled you further back into his chest, looking at Matt with a little hope when you let Matt pour some water in your mouth to rinse and spit. You were able to take a few sips of sprite before you pushed the glass away, turning to bury your face into Kelly’s chest.

“I got her my army sweatshirt and some sweats for the ride home.” Jay piped up, figuring he should tell the boys while all was quiet. “Also found my extra mop bucket just incase.”

“Thanks Jay.” Matt nodded and smiled at the man. “For everything. I know this wasn’t ideal or the way you planned to spend your day.”

“Hey.” Jay whispered, eyebrows furrowed together as he looked at you and then back at Matt, shaking his head. “I’d do anything for her. She’s like my little sister. It’s not a problem at all.” Jay paused for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. “In fact, I would have been more than happy to keep an eye on her, but she wanted you guys. It makes me happy that she trusts you both when she is at her most vulnerable.”

Kelly smiled into your hair and kissed your head. “It’s something we have been figuring out goes both ways.” Kelly said, slightly turning to Jay. Suddenly, Kelly realized you went limp in his arms and looked down. You were snuggled up to his chest, clutching his shirt and Matt’s hand. All the boys sighed at how fast you were out, given that you don’t normally fall asleep fast or at any given moment, but your breathing was calm and you looked peaceful so they tried to take the win.

“You guys can stay for a while if you want. I don’t have clothes that’ll fit you guys, but I do have some that’ll work for her. She’s more than welcome to crash in my bed and I’ll just change the sheets later.” Jay offered, not really ready to leave your side, much less put you in a moving vehicle at the moment.

“We don’t wanna impose man.” Kelly said, glancing at Jay and then at Matt.

Matt stayed silent and contemplated his options. “Kel. Let’s check her temp and see where we’re at. If it’s high, I might take you up on that Jay. We are closer to Med here.” Matt still didn’t like how pale you were, even if you were sleeping peacefully for the moment.

Jay grabbed the med kit Will left for him and found the forehead thermometer. The boys waited on bated breath as Jay took your temp. “Woah.” Jay whispered, turning the reading from Matt to Kelly. 102.8

“Better than earlier but I still don’t like it.” Matt murmured, reaching out to flip the wash rag on your neck.

“Can you turn down your bed? Possibly have a light cover?” Kelly asked, looking down at you and checking your pulse.

“Yeah. I got a top sheet. I know she won’t sleep without covers.” Jay said. “Hails is the same way and gets hot at night.” Jay smirked and shook his head, turning to leave the room.

“I’ll take her Kel.” Matt murmured. “You got less downtime than me. Maybe you should nap with her while Jay and I go get some supplies.” Matt said, lifting you from Kelly’s arms and walking to Jay’s room with Kelly close behind.

“Are you sure? I’m good to go babe.” Kelly said, rubbing Matt’s back as they stood and waited for Jay to finish pulling back the covers.

“I’m sure.” Matt said, kissing your forehead. “I’ll change her out while you go grab your go bag and change.” Matt suggested, then looked to Jay. “Do you have any fans? If not, that’s okay.”

“I do actually. In the office. Give me a sec.” Jay said, jogging out of the door and closing it behind him.

Kelly left just before Jay, so Matt set about pulling you out of your clothes and into Jay’s. He wasn’t a fan of putting you in sweats, but he figured Jay ran it past Will and it would be okay. Sweat it out and all.

Kelly slipped in right as Matt was getting you comfortable. Once Kelly saw that you were decent, he opened the door for Jay, who had a tower fan in his hand.

“Here yah go.” Jay said, going and plugging it in on his side of the bed, where you were sleeping, before turning it on its highest setting. “You guys stay as long as you need.”

Matt and Kelly nodded their thanks as Jay stepped out, closing the door behind him. Kelly was already changed and slid in next to you. You immediately curled into his side and Kelly smiled lovingly down at you.

“I’m gonna go talk to Jay and go get some supplies. You gonna be okay with her for a while?” Matt asked Kelly. He wasn’t doubting his lover, but he was so worried and he knew that you had wanted both of them.

“Yeah.” Kelly breathed, looking down at you. “I got her. Just hurry back. I know her PTSD can get bad when she’s this sick.” Kelly mumbled, rubbing your back and kissing your forehead. He knew Matt’s question didn’t have some sort of hidden agenda. He was just as worried.

“We will be as quick as possible.” Matt said, leaning down and kissing Kelly full on before placing a kiss to your forehead. “Love you both. Call if you need us.” Matt said, shooting Kelly a wink before heading out the door.

Kelly sighed and snuggled into you. You were trembling again, but your face was mostly peaceful. Kelly reached back and grabbed the thermometer, checking your temp. 102.5. Slowly lowering. Maybe that’s why you were shaking, but he couldn’t be sure. All medical logic told him that shaking would heat you up, but your fever was going down. Out of instinct, Kelly shushed you and kissed your forehead. He rubbed your arms and consoled you as best he could while watching your body language. Sure enough, you relaxed again and stopped shaking. Kelly sighed and held you tighter. So it begins.

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[littlestarbigsky]

happy valentine’s day, you beautiful humans !!!! i love love LOVE our little family over here, thank you for making me feel so loved all the time <3 aaaand my gift to you is the long (very long) awaited chetcherrycola shower fic🩷

this is kinda nsfw sooo… there’s that lol

yall are the very best for being sooo patient with me with this fic, it was THE labor of love to write but i’m soo proud of it and i hope yall enjoy 🫶🏻

“i’m sorry to bother you like this…” cherry sighed, leaning up against the side of the car.

“i don’t mind, doll,” soda poked his head out to smile at her from the hood of cherry’s stingray.

“but you guys had to get all the way out here… and we don’t even know what’s wrong,” she rolled her eyes.

“and if you think i’m going to let you drive this shitbox it before i know it’s safe to, then you’re out of your mind,” soda poked and pulled at the parts around the engine, his hands picking up all kinds of grease and grime.

not for the first time, soda had gotten a call at work from cherry, who was pulled over at a gas station some miles away with car trouble. before, it had been another greaser gang stealing her spark plug for fun, this time it was her steering going out and her car not wanting to stay on the road. he’d called chet to come get him, and they found her in a panic and worried that her car was finished.

“hey, soda?” chet called from the other side of the car. “i think i found what was wrong!”

“what?” cherry whipped around.

“what’s up?” soda looked over the hood.

chet kicked something on the ground, “tire’s flat as a pancake.”

soda’s mouth fell open, “are you serious?”

chet nodded, kicking the tire again, and cherry buried her face in her hands.

“god,” she cried. “so this is what i called you guys all the way out here for? for my tire? that’s all that noise was?”

“hey, hey, hey,” chet hurried over as soda began to close the hood. “i’d only have trusted soda to fix that anyways, baby! it’s okay!”

cherry didn’t seem to calm down at all, in fact, she seemed to only be getting herself up even more upset. soda looked sadly over at her with an ache heavy in his heart, knowing he couldn’t do anything while they were in public, even if no one was paying attention to them.

chet pulled cherry into his arms, brushing her hair back and kissing around the crown of her head, careful not to mess up her meticulously placed headband. he whispered to her, "it's just a silly little flat tire, nothing's wrong, honey."

he held her close as soda popped the trunk open and grabbed her spare, rolling it over to the flat. cherry seemed to mellow out as she watched him and copied chet's deep breaths, which he would have sworn weren't intentional, but they all knew better. soda got to work fixing the tire, and chet took cherry inside the station so she could freshen up in the bathroom and he got them all a snack. when they came back outside, like the chameleon the world had trained her to be, nobody could have guessed that cherry had been crying.

“the tire is alright, at least should get back to your house,” soda walked over to them, maybe standing a little too close, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care. “i’ll ride back with cherry so i don’t mess up chet’s seats, we can just wipe down the leather in the stingray.”

chet pressed a kiss to cherry’s head and said, “i’ll meet you two there.”

cherry nodded and chet started heading back to his car. soda opened the door for her and she slid into the driver’s side, not missing soda carefully keeping his grease-covered arms from touching her seats as she started driving home.

cherry couldn’t help but chuckle, “you can touch the seats, cola. it’ll come off.”

soda just shrugged, not saying anything.

eventually, she stole a glance over at him and frowned, “you wanna tell me what’s bugging you?”

he didn’t say anything at first, just sighed, sinking into the seat, the cleanliness of the seat now long forgotten. eventually he answered, “i just wish it could always be the three of us, y’know? not just behind closed doors and with our friends.”

cherry felt something click into place and felt a wave of grief wash over her as she tried to imagine what it must have been like to watch her and chet all up on each other all the time, realizing she’d never know what it was like to have soda kiss her at a football game or throw an arm around her in the back of the drive in.

“i…” she tried to say something, but realized that the words would fall flat the moment they left her lips.

they stayed quiet for a while, until they were almost home. soda examined his hands as cherry turned onto her street, “all i did was love you.”

cherry felt her mouth fall open and tears well in her eyes as she pulled into the driveway and she put the car in park. she stole another glance over at him and saw his head fall back in frustration.

“honey, i don’t know what to say…” it was the only thing she could get out before pulling soda into her arms. in a few moments, she felt tears against her neck.

she didn’t care that her dress and arms and legs were getting dirty, all she cared about was soda and keeping him as close as she could. it had been a while since he’d had the chance to decompress and feel what he needed to, it had always been a habit of his. he was a ball of human sunshine most days, but things weighed on him just as much as other people, and sometimes he just needed to break.

eventually, chet pulled up next to them in the driveway and it seemed like soda had cried himself out. cherry hooked a finger under his chin and tilted his head up, giving him a sweet kiss and pressing her forehead to his.

“c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,” she whispered as chet opened soda’s car door.

chet slid into the seat behind soda, nuzzling his nose into the back of soda's hair and wrapping his arms around him and cherry.

they slowly made their way inside and soda kicked off his boots outside the front door, following cherry up the stairs to her room. she reached under the sink in her bathroom and pulled out a few sets of comfies for the boys, her own pajamas already folded at the foot of her bed, and turned on the shower. when she came back out into her bedroom, chet was helping soda out of his sweaty tank top and soda was fiddling with his belt buckle.

cherry walked over beside him, smoothing his hair back, "i've got the shower started, do you want one of us to help you out, sweetheart?"

he looked sadly between the two of them, tears in his eyes, that had most likely been there since they arrived at the gas station.

chet looked up, seeming to sense the discomfort, "or both of us, maybe?"

something loosened in soda's chest as he nodded, blinking out a single tear.

cherry smiled up at him, her hand stopping at the nape of his neck to play with the hair there, “okay, you go get started, we’ll be right there.”

he nodded mutely and finished pulling off the rest of his clothes, carefully discarding them on the tile of the bathroom instead of the carpet. he threw one more glance back at them before pushing the curtain aside and stepping into the shower.

“he misses you,” cherry mumbled, pulling her hair up and turning around so chet could unzip her dress. she turned around and got to helping him unbutton his shirt.

"what do you mean?" he asked quietly.

"he's tired of hiding it," she answered, shrugging the dress off her shoulders and reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra while kicking her dress to the side. "he'll never say it, but he's tired of watching us be together without him all the time."

chet bit his lip, stepping out of his khaki's and reaching up to unclasp the chain around his neck, laden with his st. william pendant. cherry stopped and picked up the garments littering the ground and threw them into the laundry basket in the corner, wordlessly gesturing for chet to go in first.

he stepped into the bathroom and grabbed three of cherry's soft pink towels from the cupboard, setting them on the sink. he pushed the curtain back far enough to step into the shower, his lanky limbs feeling their way around the space, and doing what he could to keep himself open and available for whatever soda needed him for.

soda was standing under the spray, letting the water run over his hair, a routine he had developed to make it easier to get all the grease out. they had showered together before, mostly just after rumbles to get themselves cleaned up before cherry would let them in the bed, but there was a neediness to the way soda was holding himself, arms crossed over his chest.

chet stepped forward, chests pressed together and gently held soda's face in his hands. it was almost magical watching the water run down soda's face, staring into the gorgeous eyes that he realized had gone sad and dull for far too long.

"you're so beautiful, baby," he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to soda's lips sweetly.

soda rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "you're such a sap."

chet raised an eyebrow, "but you love me?"

"i do," soda draped his arms over chet's shoulders and pivoted them so they were both standing in the spray of the water, soda's face pressed against his collarbone as water dripped down from chet’s hair.

"you better love me, too," came cherry's soft voice from behind them peeking in around the curtain.

“c’mere, sweetheart,” soda couldn’t help but let a smile break across his face, he offered a hand to cherry, helping her step over the edge of the bathtub. she took a few steps forward and wrapped her arms around soda’s neck, kissing him sweetly.

chet pressed himself up against soda’s back, his hands resting gently on cherry’s waist, sandwiching soda between them. chet bent down and started pressing kisses along the line of soda’s neck, soda’s head falling back onto his shoulder.

cherry turned around and grabbed a washcloth and her sweet, flowery, body wash, the one she knew both of them loved. chet continued to run hands up and down soda’s sides and massaging the muscles in his arms as cherry poured some of it out and worked up a lather. she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his jaw before staring to run the washcloth over his chest and arms.

soda sighed, all of the tension leaving his body as cherry dragged the cloth down his arms and over his shoulders.

“can we wash that hair, sweetheart?” cherry asked gently, her hand stopping on his chest for a moment.

“mmhm,” he mumbled, his eyes closed as he leaned his head against chet’s.

“it’s the blue bottle behind you,” cherry instructed gently, starting to run her hands over soda’s stomach and sides.

chet poured some of it out into his hands and began to massage it into soda’s hair, gently working through the grease and dirt caked on from his shift at the dx that morning.

cherry took a few steps forward and soda opened his eyes, rotating the three of them so that she was under the spray of the shower head. he tucked his finger under her chin and tipped her head back to wet her hair.

“can i see the shampoo?” soda whispered, and cherry grabbed it for him. he poured it out into his hands, chet’s hands still working the grease out of his hair. soda rubbed it into a lather, pulling cherry towards him and starting to thread his soapy hands through her hair.

they switched places once soda was finished and he rinsed himself off as cherry started carding gentle hands through chet’s hair. soda brushed cherry’s shampooed hair over one shoulder and hooked his chin over the other, pressing sweet kisses to her neck and hugging her to his chest. chet leaned down and kissed her sweetly, stepping closer so that he could run a washcloth over her chest and shoulders, not stopping kissing her for a second.

it went on and on, each of them taking turns in between the others, each of cherry’s hands massaging conditioner into both of their hair, chet’s head falling back as soda ran soap over his torso, a mess of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash by the time cherry shut off the water.

“i don’t think you got all the conditioner out,” cherry smiled, perched on her bathroom sink with her hair tied up in a towel and running her hands through soda’s damp hair.

“yeah? and who’s fault is that?” he tilted his head, using the corner of the towel around his neck to wipe away a few drops of water on her forehead.

she smirked, “i think it’s chet’s.”

“hey!” chet cried from the bedroom. he came back into the bathroom, his towel tied low around his hips, “cherry was the one who complained about being cold.”

he wrapped his arms around soda’s waist, kissing his cheek, and grabbing one of cherry’s hands. cherry leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to chet’s forehead, and another to soda’s lips.

“you feeling better, baby?” she asked gently as she pulled back, brushing a few more pieces of hair out of his face.

he nodded wordlessly, his lips curving into a smile as he leaned his head against chet’s.

“good, let’s go lay down then,” she smiled, and hopped off the sink and pushed open the bathroom door, leaving chet and soda to linger for a moment.

she threw her towel over her desk chair and pushed the covers back on the bed, not bothering to put on the pajamas she had set out for herself and the boys on the dresser.

she looked pointedly at them, “c’mon, get over here.”

chet’s eyebrows shot up, “are you serious?”

cherry’s eyes darted between them and the open. bathroom door, “it’s warmer.”

soda chuckled and hung up his towel in the bathroom and settled in next to her, closely followed by chet, who crawled up against soda’s other side and threw the covers over them.

soda rolled over to envelop cherry in his arms, chet pressed against his back, “thank you for getting a flat.”

cherry smiled and kissed him sweetly, “thank chet, i probably would have had you rooting around the hood of that car for another hour.”

chet giggled behind them and pressed another kiss to soda’s shoulder, “we love you, coca-cola.”

soda’s eyes were getting heavy, and he smiled drowsily, “i love you, too.”

“i know you’re tired,” cherry cupped his cheek in her palm. “get some rest, sweetheart, we’ll be here when you wake up.”

[ninja-gooooo]

I’d like to know your thoughts on the boys (or just Lloyd) having a FAT crush on the reader ☺️ tysm!

This is the flavour of fluff that I crave.

Ended up writing a crap ton more for lloyd😭 but thats okay we love him.

Very very loosely proofread.

Ninjago crush headcanons (the ninja):

LLOYD🍏💚:

Theres two ways Lloyd could go about having a crush.

Pre Harumi he's pretty oblivious to it, if you dont confess first, he needs Kai to figure it out for him.

Post Harumi he's having a panic attack.

On one hand, he likes you- and he knows you. You wouldnt be anything like Harumi.

On the other hand, that's what he thought about her, too.

Either way, once he comes to terms with his feelings, hes like a puppy.

Hes following you around 24/7.

He thinks hes slick.

He is not.

Kind of guy brush his hand against yours while walking thinking hes being smooth with it, but hes so red in the face you think hes sick and take him home.

But you wanted to take care of him, he considers that a win.

Generally, he prefers to be near you. Not necessarily clinging, but always sort of hovering.

Ninja or not, he wants to keep you safe.

Goes out of his way to impress you.

Not well, but he tries.

Showing off during training, not very subtley bragging, ect.

With anyone else it would come off as self absorbed, but hes so flustered while he does it that it becomes endearing.

If he does manage to get some kind of physical affection from you, hes a mess.

Hold his hand while you walk down the street, you'll be able to feel his hand heat up.

He stammers. He'll be explaining something so well until you walk into a room. Then hes tripping over every other word.

All in all, it's pretty obvious when he has a crush, at least after he figures it out himself. And once kai catches on, you wont have to wait long before hes a mess trying to ask you out.

It's very private. He'll pull you aside, make sure theres no one around. Hes very nervous, he barely manages to get his words out. You'll probably have to say it for him, but it's very sweet. He just thinks you're the coolest person.

KAI🍎❤

Hes the opposite of lloyd. No stammering or panicking.

Hes all over you.

He'll always have an arm around you, or a hand on your shoulder. He loves touching you.

Hes warm. Really, really warm.

On cold nights he'll jokingly offer to share a bed with you and 'keep you warm.'

Whenever you two are alone, hes a bit more awkward. Lots of clearing his throat, shifting his weight around. He doesnt want to make you uncomfortable- and that leads to overthinking.

It's kind of funny- he'll go from clinging to your side to anxiously standing on the other side of the room.

Please reassure him, he needs it.

If you do let him know you dont mind his clinging, hes right back to being all over you- but when you're alone, hes a bit softer about it.

An arm around your shoulders turns into warm hugs. A hand on your back turns into holding hands. Alone, he treats you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

It actually takes him a little bit to build up the nerve to confess. He likes you. Not a one off flirtation, he really, really likes you.

Prepare to be romanced. Before he confesses, hes sweeping you off your feet. Dinner, picnic, movie, whatever your ideal date is, hes got it covered. He gets dressed up and everything.

But once the 'outing' ends, hes very sweet. Any cockiness in his voice dissapears as he tells you how he feels. You're amazing, and he doesn't want to mess it up.

Jay🐦💙

MY MAIN MAN‼

we've seen him in the show. Hes trying his best.

He REALLY wants to impress you. You're so cool, so obviously you'd go for a cool guy- right?

Hes being a showboat, flexing his muscles, showing off inventions, and stammering over himself as he tries to impress you.

You know when birds puff out their feathers? Think that, but the bird promptly falls on its face.

He just really wants you to like him.

But when he stops trying to impress you? Hes the sweetest person in the world.

Constant check ups. If you've been unusually quiet, he'll ask if you're okay. You look tired? Hes got snacks and drinks on the ready.

But if you have a really crappy day, you'll find him in your room, offering conversation, distraction, whatever you need.

He might as well already be your boyfriend.

He adores you. Every inch. If he catches you talking had about yourself he'll be on a rant about how amazing you are for the next twenty minutes.

He doesnt even actually have to confess- you can figure it out from that alone.

But if he DID confess, he tries really hard to do it right. He wants to take you out, sweep you off your feet- but you end up just staying home and playing video games.

He just sort of blurts it out. Very loudly, and very quickly. You almost miss what he says. But If you do catch it- and agree to go out with him- you're not leaving his arms any time soon. The next hour is him gushing about you as he peppers your face with kisses.

Cole♟🖤

He has a what?

A crush?

Huh?

He has no clue what's going on with him.

Hes not stupid- he knows about romance, but he has a hard time realizing it's something that's going on with him.

It's never been his thing- so when he realizes how he feels, hes pretty quick to tell you.

But before he figures it out, hes always helping you carry things.

Like, a weird amount

Carrying boxes? Hes got it. Groceries? Five bags in each hand. A book? Well, he doesn't mind taking it off your hands.

Physical touch? Words of affirmation? No, his love language is carrying things.

This includes you. If you hurt yourself training, or step off a curb, he doesnt think twice about carrying you.

Until he figures out he likes you. Then he thinks about it alot.

He gets into whatever music you're into. Anything. You can play the trashiest pop song in the world, and he would love it, just because you liked it.

When he does confess, hes very to the point about it. He just sort of says it. Not the most romantic thing in the world, but it manages to be sweet, coming from him.

Although if you tell him you like him back, he let's out the biggest sigh of relief. He was STRESSING, but he wouldnt let you know that.

Zane❕❄

Clocked it immediately.

Hes seen enough of other people's relationships to know what hes feeling. His hesitance comes more from trying to figure out why he feels the way he does.

He's a nindroid- should he be able to feel this way? He can feel everything else, why wouldnt he? But should he? Would being with him even be a fulfilling relationship for you?

He spends the next week doing research. How to be a good partner, how to go about confessing, how to express his affection, he becomes a walking boyfriend wikihow.

Hes confident. Hes done his research, he knows what hes doing. So, he takes you to a romantic setting- some kind of secluded park or somewhere else with nice scenery. He thinks hes ready to tell you- then he looks at you. Hes always thought you were nice to look at- but now? He thought you were stunning.

He essentially short circuits.

You have to ask him if hes okay a few times before he gathers himself, and manages to very formally get the words out.

Nya🌊💙

TEAAASINGGG.

It's her love language.

You will not have a moment of peace around this woman.

But her teasing is really her way of letting you know that she notices the small things about you. The way you wear your hair, the way you sit, the way your posture changes when you're tired- she notices.

Once in a blue moon, you'll be tired enough for her to lay off- the teasing replaced with her looking after you, making sure people leave you alone. She can be very sweet when she wants to be.

The longer she likes you, the more prone to the sweet side she is. A part of her wants to out right tell you, but the other part wants to keep things the way they are- she doesn't want to risk losing the sweeter moments you had.

She's faced a good bit of loss in her life, she doesn't want to add you to the list.

Eventually, once again thanks to Kai, she spits it out. She tries to do the romantic date thing- but it turns into a choir of teasing and giggles. She confesses through her laughter. Its adorable. She freezes when she realizes what she did- but then she repeats it, letting you know she meant it.

[doiliedaze]

My Valentine

Warnings: just sweet love

Genre: fluff

A/n: I wanted to just write something cute for the holiday and I miss my wife I haven’t wrote for her in so long😭 and I have so many cool fics planned, I’m gonna try to release them before my birthday!!

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Growing up in Zaun love wasn’t something achievable whether it be familiar or romantic, everyone was out to use everyone. You thought this until you met her.

You quite literally fell for Sevika as you were a waitress at The Last Drop. Some jackass tripped you because he was losing and you and the drinks you were carrying covered her. She would’ve been pissed immediately if she was enchanted by you.

Instead she channeled her energy into making sure we’re okay and beating that guys ass.

Sevika can be awkward when she has a crush since her last girlfriend was in the first grade.

So when she finally approached with her feelings after the two of you spent the last eight months getting to know each other she was pleased to find you felt the same. As if you could feel otherwise!

Sevika is someone you care for dearly and you know she hasn’t experience much affection so with Valentine’s Day being today you decide to surprise her!

You went through the whole nine yards. You got the ballons, her favorite chocolates (you maybe stole from piltover), you crocheted a teddy bear and you bought her a switch blade she’s been talking about. The basket was red and you filled it to the brim with some miscellaneous stuff as well like little hearts.

Sneakily you hauled ass to Sevika’s apartment to surprise her in the morning. Cooking is one of your strong suits and you wanted to give her breakfast in bed. Only problem Sevika was awake and was wrapping a box.

The two of you froze and stared at each other and you swiftly placed the basket behind your back.

“What’s that?” Sevika ask as she walks towards you, “nothing Sev, omg how did I get here? Am I sleepwalking? So glad it’s to your place and not somewhere horrible!” You ramble as you back up.

“Cute, now lemme see.” She outstretches her hand and curls two fingers in a come-hither motion.

This lead to Sevika chasing you across the apartment because she always spoils your surprises!

“Let me surprise you damn!”

“I just want to see it, a little peek!” Sevika argues as she moves the couch to get to you.

By the time the two of you are done it’s 11 am and you are in your respective corners.

Silence fell over the room till she said, “y’know I love you right?”

“I love you too” you whisper with a smile mirroring hers.

As exhaustive as the day has been…even though it just started you’d never trade it for anything else.

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A/n: i just wanted to write something short and sweet for the day; happy valentines dolls!

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Dividers- @dollywons

[bloodanna]

Okay, so this is mostly conjuncture on my part, but I think it is because

1. Silco was the brains and Vander was the brawn behind the bridge attack/rebellion. Silco helped form the majority of the plan and maybe even gathered/made the more explosive weapons of the riot (in my head, he was a demolitions guy in the mines, while this makes sense and fits with how he and Jinx mirror each other/interact it is mostly a headcanon)

2. Vander went with the plans because he thought they could do it, he thought they were smart enough and numerous enough and strong enough to do this and win without worry. (See how Vi was with the heist of Jayce's apartment)

3. Things started going wrong. Too many Enforcers. Too many tranchers that didn't know the exact plan. Too many guns. Bad weather. Who knows. Just a ton of small things leading to The Enforcers going ham and actively killing the rioters.

4. So Silco stopped fighting with his fists (he wore arm wraps like Vi and so we knew he can/did) and fought back the strongest way he could: with molotov cocktails and fire and explosions, but (as with Powder's Monkey Bomb) it was too strong, it couldn't be contained and ended up taking out not only Enforcers, but also their own people: including Felicia and Connol(?) - Vi and Powder's parents. The very people that this plan was meant to help. Meant to free. It is even possible that they weren't mean to be there. (Vander might have even for a moment thought that if they were there and dead than so were Vi and Powder)

5. And rather than admit his guilt for going along with this plan or admit that it was an accident: Vander blamed the person that was safest to blame: the person closest to him, the one that wrote out such grand plans, the "radical" who wanted a 'Zaun Nation', the one that threw the first bomb. He blamed Silco.

6. Basically Vander realised the price of war and lashed out at the person nearest to him because in that moment it was easier to blame one people and believe that it was all a plan and a manipulation than to admit that he was also responsible for killing some of the people he cared for most.

(I don't know the exact timeline but from what we are shown in the show it is my assumption that it goes: the explosion happened. Vander saw Silco standing over the dead. Vander lost his mind and tried to drown Silco. Silco escaped. Vander crawled back up to the bridge and began beating (to death and beyond) any Enforcers left alive. Vander sees Vi and Powder and finally, finally snaps out of it)

7. Of course he then realised that he was just as much to blame for what went down, his hands were literally just as blood-covered, and that he also had nearly added to the deaths of those he loved by drowning Silco. And that was *on purpose*. That was a *choice*.

8. The note is Vander admitting he had gone mad and that nearly drowning him was a mistake: just like the one Silco made and now he understood how Silco could have done it. It's him admitting that he is *just as dangerous* and asking to see Silco to apologize in person. In many ways I feel like the letter was saying: 'let me apologize even though I could never be worthy of forgiveness. Let me look you in the eyes and tell you I'm sorry, even if you kill me after. It's what we deserve.'

Does... does that make any sense? I feel like I said a lot of words, but I have no idea if I answered the question. XD

Something's been pickin at my brain

In Vandors letter to Silco that he left in the mine, he says in it:

"When she died…I lost my head. I told myself what I did to you was for the greater good, that you deserved it..."

I know he says later that the dirt was on both of their hands, but it still doesn't make sense to me. But how, in any way, shape, or form, does mauling your "best friend" (let's be real boyfriend) to the point of ALMOST DYING and taking his eye??

I understand that after he saw Vi and Powder, it kinda hit him how what they were doing wasn't the "right" way. But, still...

If y'all can help me out here and maybe explain to me like I'm 5, that'd be great haha

Dont be rude or condescending, I will cry.

[astranauticus]

btw now that ive gotten set me free out of my system womxnly by jolin tsai has become my new cpop translation white whale like not because the song itself is that impossible to translate but because i cannot think of any way for me to make a post about that song without getting completely sidetracked into a deranged rant about chinese pop culture's unceasing efforts to try and act as if that song's message about overcoming adversity and discrimination can be applicable to everyone and that it is not, in fact, explicitly a song about homophobic/transphobic violence

[silverselfshippingchaos]

his birthday means that we are g.ladio posting like hell today