#also i used like 2747 tenses in this so. enjoy

[thedeathdeelers]

Hmmm, wanna write something of Comfort on a Bad Day? Absolutely no pressure, hope this strikes your fancy!

carlos didn’t know how to help.

he remembers feeling just as helpless when he used to see and hear his sister trying to cry as quietly as possible in her room, thinking neither he nor their dad could hear her. he had eventually figured out a way to comfort her without making her feel uncomfortable, but it had taken him some time to figure out how.

but as he now stands on the other side of the garage doors, listening to reggie’s sniffles coming from the studio, he can feel his heart clench all over again.

he hated seeing his family in pain.

they had all been through so much, and yet pain and grief still chased after them, refusing to let them go.

carlos sinks to the ground, pulling his knees up to his chest and rests his head against them.

what could he possibly do or give reggie that could help him? could carlos even make a difference?

maybe he should ask his dad?

he shakes his head.

no. he didn’t want their dad to worry — reggie hid himself in the studio for a reason, just like julie used to in her room.

he needs to figure this out on his own.

he rolls his head to the side, eyes scanning the garden as his brain goes into overdrive:

what does reggie like? what makes him feel better?

music? no, too loud, too obvious.

food? ….no that would make things worse actually, waaaay worse.

should he tell alex and luke? julie, maybe? nope. reggie probably didn’t want his sister and the guys to know either.

what would he want if he was feeling down? he knew he and reggie agreed on quite a lot of things so maybe…

but what helped him? what did he use-

carlos stands up so suddenly at the realisation, he nearly topples backwards into the garage doors. he stands there for a moment, waiting to get his bearings, and then races back into the house, not stopping until he’s in his room.

he desperately searches for what he needs, pulling open every drawer and cupboard door, throwing things around and searching under every piece of furniture in his room.

he’s gotta find it, he’s gotta find it, he’s got-

gotcha!

carlos stretches his arm out as far as it can go under the bed, fingers wiggling in desperate hope as he struggles to grasp the object he really really needs.

he closes his eyes and reaches a little further and- yes! he can feel the soft material at the edge of his fingertips. his eyes snap open as he pushes just a little further, and HA!

fingers wrapping securely around the worn thing, carlos gently pulls it towards him before springing up and sprinting back out to the studio.

stopping right outside the studio to catch his breath, carlos checks on the object in his hands one more time before slowly easing the garage door open.

he first pops his head open, eyes scanning the space, then inches forward when he spots reggie sat at the foot of the couch.

slowly making his way over to reggie, feet shuffling against the carpeted floor so as to not startle reggie, carlos starts to doubt his decision to walk in and disturb reggie

what if reggie doesn’t want carlos here? what if he just wanted to spend the day by himself, without being interrupted by annoying younger brothers?

carlos stops in his tracks at that thought, rethinking this entire thing. he looks down at what’s in his hands and hesitates; what if this doesn’t even help him?

but before he can start backing out, the sniffling suddenly stops. looking up, he finds reggie looking at him, a strained smile on his face.

“hey carlos! what’s up? you good buddy?”

carlos’ heart clenches at the sound of reggie’s voice, at his attempt at seeming fine. it doesn’t escape him when reggie tries to subtly wipe at his nose with the sleeve of his flannel.

“i uh-,” he starts, kicking at the carpet under his feet. “i just wanted to-”

“oh! what’s that you got there? an old friend?”

carlos stares blankly at reggie for a second, before blinking himself out of the daze and follows reggie’s gaze to his hands.

“oh! oh yeah i wanted to uh, i wanted to show you something.”

at reggie’s nod, carlos slowly makes his way over to reggie and settles down next to him.

“this is osito. mom got it for me before i was born and he’s been with me ever since.” carlos fiddles with the old bear’s arms, the soft worn material bringing its own sense of comfort.

“and hey! the little dude has the same flannel as me! we match!” reggie’s grin comes a little more naturally this time, but it still doesn’t fully reach his eyes.

“yeah, mom stitched it up for me when i was sick one year. apparently i was crying worried he might get sick without a jacket on and well…mom was always good with this kind of stuff.” carlos stops for a second, taking a deep breath when he starts feeling little chocked up.

not cool dude! you’re here to make reggie feel better, not worse!

shaking his head to clear his mind, carlos looks up at reggie, and is startled to find him looking at him with a small genuine smile on his face.

“i, um,” clearing his throat, carlos looks away and stares at the coffee table in front of them. “osito helped me get through some stuff, and….his soft jacket always helped me calm down i just. i just wanted to uh. to let you know that uh. that…you’re welcome to use it whenever you…might need it.” when he hears reggie sighing next to him, carlos rushes to add- “not that you know! not that i think you’d want a kid’s toy or i just-”

“carlos,” reggie gently places a hand on his shoulder, successfully cutting off his panicked rambling. “i think if he helped you out, he must be a very special guy.” reggie leans down and bumps his shoulder against his. “thank you, little dude. really.”

his small smile grows a little brighter, and carlos feels like he can breathe a little easier.

he nods once, clearing his throat again before answering.

“yeah, of course. it’s what the- it’s what the man of the house does you know just…normal stuff….” he’s not sure what he’s saying anymore, and he can’t seem to stop, but reggie is looking at him with a lighter look in his eyes and carlos feels like maybe he’s succeeded in helping another sibling feel just a little bit better.

and that’s all that matters.

[skswriting]

loosen up

Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung Words: 2747 Summary: “Ta-da!” Taehyung exclaims, throwing his arms out and indicating to the kitchen counter, which has plates of… pancake blobs…? “Um…” Jungkook hums, “These look… good?” Taehyung’s arms drop listlessly and states, “You don’t like them.” “No no no!” Jungkook quickly amends, reaching his hands out, “I do like them, I do!  I just… what… are they?” AN: happy valentines day enjoy what started as a pancake date and then quickly transformed lmao ao3

Jungkook wakes up with a startled gasp, a heavy weight settling over his chest and making it hard to breathe.  The weight on him giggles and rolls around, jabbing him in the sides with pointy elbows and effectively waking him up.

“Off,” he wheezes and a whine reaches his ears, “Can’t… breathe… slowly… dying…”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” the voice tuts, before a sloppy kiss lands on his cheek and Jungkook blinks the sleep out of his eyes so Taehyung looks less bleary, “Also happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Jungkook echoes, threading his fingers through Taehyung’s hair so he can pull the latter down into a kiss.

Taehyung smiles as he kisses Jungkook back, settling his weight more evenly on top of the younger boy. Jungkook wraps his other arm around Taehyung’s waist and pushing him over so they’re side by side.  Taehyung laughs into his mouth and Jungkook joins him and they have to stop kissing because they’re not really kissing so much as laughing.

“Anyway get up, I have something to show you,” Taehyung tells him, eyes twinkling.

Jungkook’s interest is piqued, “A Valentine’s gift?  Are you going to give me a lap dance?”

“What?  No.  You know lap dances are for your birthday,” Taehyung frowns, flicking Jungkook’s forehead, “Hurry, get up get up get up!”

Taehyung starts pushing at Jungkook and Jungkook flails, trying to find purchase on the bed except all he grabs is sheets and they go tumbling with him when Taehyung manages to push him off the bed.

“Oof,” Jungkook exhales and Taehyung steps over him. Taehyung stumbles a little when Jungkook grabs at his ankle, but he’s able to easily shake Jungkook off and twirls away.

“Missed me,” Taehyung sing songs and Jungkook smiles lovingly at his husband.  Seven years together and Taehyung is still the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

Jungkook purposely takes his time to piss Taehyung off.  He remakes the bed, making sure that the comforter is even on both sides, that the pillows are fluffed up, that the bottom is turned in.  He pulls the curtains back and opens the window, letting a light breeze into their little apartment bedroom.  He stops by the bathroom to pee and is contemplating masturbating, just to take even longer, when an appropriately pissed off Taehyung appears in the doorway, eyebrows furrowed and staring at Jungkook who is staring at his dick currently in his hand.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asks, eyeing Jungkook up and down.

“I was thinking about jerkin’ it,” Jungkook shrugs, wagging his dick at Taehyung and making him wrinkle his nose.

“Stop jerkin’ around and come see what I have for you!” Taehyung whines and grabs his arm, trying to tug him out of the bathroom. Jungkook laughs heartily as he tucks himself back into his sleep pants, following Taehyung who leads him to the kitchen.

“Ta-da!” Taehyung exclaims, throwing his arms out and indicating to the kitchen counter, which has plates of… pancake blobs…?

“Um…” Jungkook hums, “These look… good?”

Taehyung’s arms drop listlessly and states, “You don’t like them.”

“No no no!” Jungkook quickly amends, reaching his hands out, “I do like them, I do!  I just… what… are they?”

“They’re supposed to be hearts,” Taehyung frowns, crossing his arms, getting defensive, “I tried so hard, but I knew I shouldn’t have ma-”

“No, no, baby, they’re perfect, I’m sorry, I’m still really tired I couldn’t see very well, they’re fine, they’re perfect.”

Taehyung drops his arms and Jungkook is slowly diffusing the situation, “Get some butter and syrup baby, let’s eat breakfast.”

Taehyung is still pouting slightly as he helps Jungkook set the table and before Taehyung can sit down, Jungkook pulls him into his chest.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to make you upset,” Jungkook murmurs, kneading his fingers into Taehyung’s lower back, “They look delicious, I promise.”

Taehyung melts into Jungkook’s embrace and nuzzles his nose into Jungkook’s neck, making Jungkook squirm slightly from the ticklish sensation.

“It’s okay.  They aren’t the prettiest pancakes are they?” Taehyung laughs and he kisses the underside of Jungkook’s jaw before he pulls away, “Let’s eat before they get cold and get worse.”

They make not look pretty but they taste delicious; Taehyung had tried really hard on them, adding in cinnamon just like Jungkook likes.  A little butter and some syrup and they’re one of the best things Jungkook’s ever eaten, right next to his mom’s jjamppong.

“What’s the plan for the rest of the day?  Don’t you have a shoot today?” Jungkook asks, sopping up some syrup on his last bite of pancake.

“Nope!  The director let me have the whole day off after I started crying about wanting to spend the day with my sweetheart.  That’s you by the way.”

“You cried to get the day off?” Jungkook laughs incredulously, “You are crazy, you know that right?”

“Crazy for you,” Taehyung purrs and Jungkook rolls his eyes as Taehyung reaches across the tablet to lay his hand on Jungkook’s, “Besides, I know you’ve been practicing like crazy for your dance showcase next month, so I figured we could just relax and lounge the day away.”

“I am actually in love with you holy shit,” Jungkook breathes, raising Taehyung’s hand to his so he can flip it over and kiss his palm.

Taehyung brushes his fingers across Jungkook’s cheek before he pulls away to pick up their plates and Jungkook smacks his ass as he walks by.  Taehyung yelps but gives him an amused look over his shoulder.

Hours later they’re curled around each other in bed, the romcom movie Taehyung had serving mainly as background noise as they focus more on placing soft kisses wherever possible and caressing whatever skin they can reach.  Jungkook had discarded his shirt as soon as they had laid down, allowing Taehyung to feel the hard definition of his pecs and stomach and Jungkook is slowly working on getting Taehyung’s off so he can feel skin slide against skin.

“I thought we were going to relax today?” Taehyung laughs breathlessly, as Jungkook pushes his shirt up to his armpits to kiss his chest and work his way down to his stomach.

“You aren’t relaxed baby?” Jungkook asks, glancing up at Taehyung between his eyelashes and reveling in Taehyung’s sharp intake of breath.

“The whole point of this was for you to relax,” Taehyung complains, letting his fingers tangle in Jungkook’s hair and tugging lightly, “Let me take care of you.”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow but flattens himself out on the bed beside Taehyung, who waits for him to settle before he’s rolling over on top of him and settling his weight on Jungkook’s lap.  Taehyung squirms a little to get comfortable and Jungkook’s eyes roll into the back of his head as Taehyung grinds on dick.

Then Taehyung is kissing him, soft but insistent as he starts to press into Jungkook’s shoulders, massaging the kinks out.  Jungkook sighs into Taehyung’s mouth as he relaxes back into the bed, going pliant under Taehyung’s touch.

“You’re so tense babe,” Taehyung whispers in the space between them, hunched over Jungkook and looking so beautiful with his kiss swollen lips, “Let me help loosen you up.”

Jungkook closes his eyes as Taehyung kisses his way down his jaw and neck, stopping for a moment to scrape his teeth along Jungkook’s collarbone.  His hands move from massaging his shoulders to pressing firm fingers into his biceps, drawing light moans out of Jungkook from his ministrations. Taehyung starts up a steady motion with his hips, bringing Jungkook’s cock to life who occasionally lifts his own hips to match Taehyung’s pace.  Everything combined has Jungkook reduced to a desperation, moaning mess within minutes.

“Tae, baby, please,” he begs, canting his hips much harder than Taehyung anticipates and almost knocks his head into the backboard of the bed.

Taehyung laughs it off, placing a kiss in the middle of Jungkook’s sternum as he finally pulls Jungkook’s sleep pants and boxers off, eyeing Jungkook’s cock as its freed. Jungkook whines in his throat when he sees Taehyung lick his lips before grasping the base of Jungkook’s dick and giving him a quick jerk.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses, squeezing his eyes shut as he fists the bed sheets. 

Taehyung plants a kiss just below Jungkook’s belly button, watching the muscles contract in surprise, before he’s diving under the blankets and obscuring himself from Jungkook’s view.  It brings a sort of heat to Jungkook’s belly, who doesn’t know what Taehyung is going to do next.

His moan is surprised as Taehyung licks a stripe from base to tip, laving at his slit before wrapping his lips around his head.  He rolls his tongue around the head, his fingers fluttering over the rest of Jungkook’s length, before Jungkook lets out an almost shout when Taehyung relaxes and deep-throats him.

“Taehyung,” he gasps, unable to stop himself from thrusting up into the heat of Taehyung’s mouth, who hums and takes it.

Jungkook takes his time fucking Taehyung’s mouth, reaching hands under the covers to fist Taehyung’s hair instead of the sheets, using the leverage to pull out farther and slide back in. The muffled sounds are lewd and Jungkook can only imagine what Taehyung looks like with his lips stretched, eyes possibly watering as he takes in every inch Jungkook gives him.  Jungkook wonders if maybe Taehyung is touching himself or if he’s waiting for Jungkook to do it.

“Shit Tae, your mouth feels so good, I’m going to cum if you keep this up,” he warns, giving Taehyung’s hair an extra hard tug and Taehyung releases him in a mess of spit he can feel running down the juncture of his pelvis and thigh.

Taehyung pops his head out from under the blankets and Jungkook’s met with an eyeful: his hair is messy and static ridden between his fingers, lips swollen and parted as he pants, eyes wild and alert.

“C���mere,” Jungkook tells him, leading Taehyung up to kiss him, sitting up as Taehyung finally takes his shirt off before he resettles in Jungkook’s lap, “You were so good baby, let me touch you.”

Taehyung keens into his mouth as Jungkook reaches into his boxers and wraps a hand around him, palm warm and firm as he gives a few tugs.  Taehyung rocks into his hand, one of his hands twisted into the locks of Jungkook’s hair and the other gripping the back of his neck tight.

“Do you wanna ride me sweetheart?” Jungkook asks, voice pitched low as Taehyung falls apart on top of him, “Wanna fuck yourself on my fingers and then fuck yourself on my cock?”

“God yes,” Taehyung sounds absolutely wrecked and Jungkook reaches over to the bedside table where they keep the lube as Taehyung finally sheds the last article of his clothing.

Taehyung shivers at the sound of the cap popping, attaching his mouth to Jungkook’s neck when he feels Jungkook run his lubed fingers over his hole.  The first finger goes in easy, Taehyung only making a small sound of discomfort.

“Cold,” he mumbles into Jungkook’s neck, pushing back on the finger and Jungkook chuckles.

“Sorry baby, it’ll warm up,” he reassures, kissing Taehyung’s ear as he starts moving his finger a little, twisting and turning and trying to get Taehyung to loosen up.

The second finger is easy too, Taehyung only whining a little into Jungkook’s neck but still rocking back into his hand, eyes closed in bliss.  Jungkook kisses him as he smooths his other hand down Taehyung’s spine before grabbing at his hip.

“This is going to be uncomfortable,” Jungkook tells him, scissoring his fingers to try and loosen Taehyung up a little.

“It’s okay; I’m a big boy, I can handle it,” Taehyung responds, leaning back to kiss Jungkook’s nose and Jungkook’s heart gives a little squeeze.

“I know you can,” Jungkook affirms, before he’s pushing the third finger in slowly.

Taehyung exhales, trying to relax as much as possible to make the intrusion a little easier and Jungkook makes low, appraising remarks, kissing whatever inch of skin he can as he thrusts shallowly, rubbing at Taehyung’s walls.

“You’re so good sweetheart,” Jungkook praises, kissing at the little mole Taehyung has on his collarbone, “Look how well you’re taking my fingers, I can’t wait to see how well you take my cock.”

Taehyung whines and wiggles in Jungkook’s lap, “Feels so good Kookie, can’t wait to feel you.”

Jungkook groans, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Taehyung chuckles, a sound that gets caught in his throat when Jungkook thrusts deeper, his fingers just brushing against his prostate.

“Enough, please, let me ride you,” Taehyung begs and Jungkook can’t lube his dick up fast enough.

“Go slow baby,” Jungkook advises, but he can’t deny the rush of excitement he feels when he holds his cock steady by the base as Taehyung situates himself before lowering.

It takes a little to get past the initial ring of muscle and then Taehyung is sliding down, their mouths falling open in tandem as Jungkook bottoms out, Taehyung’s ass resting fully against Jungkook’s thighs.

Taehyung is panting and the bead of sweat that has been hanging on his jaw finally drips onto his collarbone and Jungkook is quick to lap it up.  Jungkook doesn’t make Taehyung, just holds him close enough that their chests are pressed together and he can feel the rapid beating of Taehyung’s heart.  He knows his own can’t be fairing any better.

Taehyung lifts his hips a little and Jungkook takes a deep breath at the feeling, letting Taehyung set the pace and shallowly thrusting up.

“Ah, Kook, a-ah,” Taehyung moans, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s neck and pressing his mouth to Jungkook’s, though they end up breathing more into each other’s mouths rather than actually kissing.

Jungkook enjoys the smooth slide in and out of Taehyung, leaning back on his elbows to watch Taehyung work himself on his cock.  Taehyung has to place his hands on Jungkook’s chest to keep his balance, his eyes closed like the most natural place for Taehyung is in Jungkook’s lap, riding his dick. Taehyung is definitely a natural, angling his hips so Jungkook slides in at a different, better angle that has the both of them moaning.

It’s a slow buildup, his orgasm, a light fire in his stomach that spreads until it consumes him, until it has his arms shaking and laying back on the bed, raising his hips to meet Taehyung’s downward thrust.  His toes curl and his thighs quake as Taehyung slams down onto him, apparently recognizing the tell-tale signs of his approaching orgasm.

“God you’re so beautiful Kook, fuck, look at you, you feel-”

Jungkook isn’t sure if he blacks out for a second as his orgasm bursts forward, throwing his head back and grabbing at Taehyung’s hips hard enough that he’s sure he’s going to leave bruises, making Taehyung grind his hips down as Jungkook grinds his up. Taehyung whines above him and Jungkook isn’t sure what he does, but a few moments later he feels Taehyung’s cum land on his lower stomach in a hot, sticky puddle.

Jungkook pants as he opens his eyes to see Taehyung bent forward, one hand wrapped loosely around his cock and the other curled up near Jungkook’s hip.  His eyes are closed and his bangs are sticking to his forehead, his mouth open as he tries to get as much oxygen as possible.

Jungkook smiles as he reaches a shaky hand up to brush it through Taehyung’s hair, pushing it back so he can see those beautiful, beautiful eyes.

“That was-” Jungkook starts.

“-amazing,” Taehyung finishes, grinning back, bringing up the boxers he had been wearing earlier to clean at the mess on Jungkook’s stomach.

Jungkook laughs, a little wheeze that takes too much effort and he helps Taehyung lay down on the bed before he can flop down and crash face first into his pillow.

“Feeling loosened up?” Taehyung asks cheekily, face flushed and eyes droopy.

“If anyone should be feeling loose it should be you,” Jungkook teases, reaching a hand down to pinch one of Taehyung’s ass cheeks.

Taehyung jerks away from him but then giggles as he shakes his ass, curling a hand around Jungkook’s neck to pull him down into a kiss that even seven years later still takes his breath away.

“Happy Valentine’s Day love.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day sweetheart.”