#and I am on the verge of sneezing all day

[captain-daryn]

God I hate allergies

[tvrningout-a]

chiyo, formerly a background character, suddenly experiencing main character moments after she was bitten bc that makes her a main character now?? yes and it's the silliest day of clichés and freaking out over inconvenient powers :' ))

[aayakashii]

soooo I wrote this for the art god @devotion-disorder because

1- they're one of my favorite artists ever!!!!!!! And they're someone who portrays yanderes in such a 😙🤌 chef's kiss way that I can't help but admire

2- I am obsessed with their oc kuuya

but if you'd rather I delete it, just let me know!!

Warnings: NSFW, yandere behavior, unhealthy obsession !!! Minors DNI !!!

Part 2 of this fic here <3

The skin on the nape of your neck prickled, making you shiver at the strange sensation.

The steady gaze outside your window was so piercing and unmoving that it could be as sharp as needles nicking your skin.

Although, if you were to be fully honest, it felt more like a knife.

It would be just another night, if it wasn't for the fact that your co-worker lurked outside your house.

"Kuuya", you mouthed his name, just to feel how it moves against your lips, because you could never really say it during daytime without having him spiral headfirst into a meltdown.

Kuuya was a disaster.

He never talked to you.

You would sometimes catch him staring at you during work, which made him blush like an anime schoolgirl, but that was the extent of his interaction with you.

He was a regular employee, didn't stand out much, nor caused problems. He was just... there. Constantly looking exhausted, with his back hunched and in the verge of a mental breakdown.

And you were so attracted to that mess of a man.

Your friends would probably frown and sigh if they knew, but they were also pretty much aware of your type: sickly victorian-looking men, anemic, with extremely dark circles under their eyes, who probably sneeze a lot and shake like chihuahuas.

And, hey, that was Kuuya to a T. How could you not have a crush on him?

You soon realized, however, that he probably had a few screws loose.

It started slow, a few things going missing. First it was a pen, then some of your hair ties, then old post-it notes you had forgotten about, until their absence reminded you of their existence.

These things were inconsequential.

You wouldn't even notice their disappearance, if it wasnt for the fact that one day you saw Kuuya with a fluffy hair tie that looked way too similar to yours to be a coincidence. It even had the same little star charm that yours had.

And then you noticed the pens, carefully placed inside a cup near his computer.

And the erasers, the post-its, the pencils, all the other office appliances that you were pretty sure were yours.

But they weren't, right?

That was just your fertile imagination playing tricks on you.

Right?

One day, just to erase this silly idea from your head – I mean, you were probably just paranoid – you waited until you saw Kuuya take a break from his assignments and make his way to the bathroom.

You observed through the corner of your eyes how he stared at you while making his way to the other side of the office, anxiously shaking your leg as you mentally egged him to hurry up and go to the damn toilet.

As soon as you were sure he was inside and you were out his sight, you bolted towards his desk, earning a few pissed off glances from your other coworkers.

You had to work quickly though, since you didnt know how long he would take to come back. Looking over your shoulder constantly, you opened the drawers under his desk, searching for something and feeling silly all the while (what if you're the crazy paranoic one for real?), until your hands haphazardly touched some papers and you heard the sound of crinkles.

Looking over your shoulder one more time to make sure he wasn't around, you lifted the papers and mouthed a silent "oh." as you saw what was underneath them.

Dozens and dozens of candy wrappers, discarded notes and even more of those old post-its laid organized in what you could say was impeccable fashion, if it wasnt for the fact that it was all trash.

Your trash.

In the back, you saw some plastic bags with questionable contents, but your anxiety was in an all time high and you decided to just put things back were they were and close the drawer.

You had your confirmation. He WAS crazy and you were still paranoid, but at least you were right.

You made way back to your desk and sighed, sitting down.

Conflicted feelings pooled in your gut.

You knew all of that meant that he was indeed crazy and obsessed and potentially dangerous, but also... you couldn't really deny the excitement that made butterflies fly all around in your stomach and the giddy feeling that made your heart race with expectations – of what, you didn't know.

And as these feeling swarmed you, you failed to realize the pair of eyes that were locked tight onto your figure from the very start.

If Kuuya could properly express his feelings, he would be moaning and whining in pure despair.

They saw everything. They saw where he keeps all his treasures he had been collecting for the past months.

But why?! Why did they even think about looking for that? Has Kuuya been acting too obvious? But he made sure he wouldn't be too creepy! Well, at least not as creepy as he truly wanted to be. How was that happening all of a sudden?!

The taste of copper interrupted his mental breakdown and he looked down at his thumb, where tiny droplets of blood appeared after he anxiously chewed it.

"It's okay, it's fine" he kept repeating in his mind, like a mantra. He'd just need to see how you'd act around him after that.

If you stopped interacting with him (even if most of those interactions were just good mornings and good evenings coming from YOU), he would probably just... end it all for once. Or maybe kidnap you so you wouldn't run away. Whatever crossed his mind first.

With his heart beating loud on his chest, Kuuya walked back to his seat and forced himself to work, spreadsheets and numbers flashing on his mind, unnoticed.

All he could think was of your hands rummaging through his drawers.

Oh god, your hands touched his things.

Kuuya exhaled sharply, rubbing his thighs together to alleviate the sudden discomfort in his groin. What would he do if you never even looked at his direction again? Sure, you could even report him to the HR, but not being able to see you was a fate worse than being fired!

His mind tumbled, wandering through every worst scenario possible, and in his despair, he didn't notice it was already time to clock out.

"Good evening, Kuuya." You say as you pass by him, nodding your head, with a tight smile.

'Huh?'

Kuuya stares at nothing in front of him, until the fact that you talked to him registers in his mind.

'HUH?'

You talked to him?

Wait.

Did you really see what was in his drawers? Was he just hallucinating? No, there's no way he was. He saw how your colleagues stared at you when you ran to his table. They SAW you. Just like he did. So you saw everything. And you don't hate him? What the fuck. You don't find him disgusting? What? What the hell.

He didn't understand.

He couldn't understand.

He had to understand.

And so, he led himself towards your house, hiding in the bushes right in front of your bedroom window.

How lucky was he that you didn't live in an apartment building?

He was there to understand you better. Just for that. And it'd be just this time, he swore. Just to see what was up with you.

His breath was ragged and heavy and his cheeks burned red. He bit his bottom lip tightly to keep any moan from escaping as he palmed himself through his pants, while he watched the way you stripped yourself of your work clothes.

Quickly undoing his belt buckle and his pants, he let himself be completely overtaken by pure lust and began pumping his dick mercilessly as he was graced with just a little bit more of your skin, right in front of him.

He saw you sigh as you got rid of your pants and his eyes rolled back, imagining how you'd sound if he was the one taking your clothes off.

Oh, what would he give to be able to jump through your window and grab one of your dirty clothes and get drunk on your scent...

The thought made him buck his hips forward clumsily, and he gritted his teeth, hard.

Well, fuck.

He panted, while he observed the way his cum dripped from the leaves of the bush, and as coherent thoughts started flowing back to his mind, he suddenly hoped he wasn't moving too much to catch your attention.

You hadn't even looked his way, so he was safe, right?

Right?

You rubbed your thighs together as you kept your back turned to the window. The windowpane was open, in order to allow the wind to flow through your bedroom, and due to this little fact, you could hear a faint sound coming from the plants right in front of your window.

A quiet, almost indiscernible (if you weren't paying close attention) plap plap plap sound.

You bit your lip to keep your grin from spreading through your lips.

The dumbass was masturbating! Right there! Right in front of your room!

You sighed, feeling the heat pool in between your legs, but controlled your instinct to pull him out from wherever he was and fuck him silly in your bedroom.

You desired him so fucking much. You thrived in his attention, like a sunflower leaning towards rays of light.

The thing is: while you loved his obsession, you were also deathly afraid that he would lose interest in you as soon as he found out how much you also wanted him.

Much like a cat who discards a prey. Except this cat was wet, sad, pathetic and still, you were ridiculously eager to keep playing dead so he would put his grimy, sticky little paws on you just a little bit more.

How would Kuuya feel, you wondered, if he knew you were as obsessed with him as much as he was with you?

[lure-of-writing]

Such a Joy

Summary: you are truly such a joy when sick but its a good think Cassian loves you

word count:1.4 k

Authors note: Hi guys! It's been so long since I've written last so if this is terrible please be nice but anyways I look forward to seeing what you have to say and please don't hesitate to send in any request!

Everyone loved to tease Cassian by calling him a brute, which isn’t exactly wrong, but it also wasn’t often when Cassian's brains were also acknowledged. But he must admit in this instance it was half his brain power and half of the mating bond that alerted him to your apparent demise. Well that is according to you of course. 

Having been with you for so long Cassian should have known better than to believe you when you said you were dying and wouldn’t survive the night. Your over the top theatrics have yet to not phase him anymore. How he survives that heart palpitations when you say you're on the verge of death every other week truly beats him.  

Yesterday you were in the kitchen in the house of wind making not only yourself breakfast but you were also making breakfast for the two oversized bats that wandered around the house free of charge. In your opinion they should be charged for all the disruption to your peaceful midday reading they do. Yet Rhysand never fails to remind you that one of those oversized bats is your mate. 

Cassian sat in his usual seat at the kitchen bar while watching you make breakfast when all of a sudden you were having a coughing fit that according to you had you “Fighting for your life” as you told him while his was rubbing your back in soothing motions and giving you a glass of water to drink in hopes of getting rid of whatever had irritated your throat. After a few minutes you returned to cooking the buffet sized breakfast when all of a sudden you were sneezing repeatedly and had to step away from the stove while Azriel took over. 

Azriel watched as Cassian fussed over you while you tried to swat him away from you stating “I am fine you mother hen. You two must have dragged something back in here after training yesterday and it's irritating me. I will be just fine.”  

“Are you sure sweetheart? It isn’t like you to cough and sneeze like this. Are you sure you're ok?” Looking up to your mate you give him a sweet smile and a gentle kiss on the lips in hopes of showing him you were fine. “I’m sure I will be ok. Now you two eat your breakfast and you have a long day ahead of you.” Little did you know by mid day you would be curled up in about ten different blankets, a bowl of long forgotten soup and a cup of lukewarm tea that was cooling down as the minutes pass of you not drinking it. 

The headache raging a war inside your skull mixed with your fluctuating fever that is accompanied by body aches, a stuffed nose and a cough that leaves you breathless has made any of your items chosen to help aid you back to health hard to consume especially when you are unable to move without every joint in your body hurting. 

That is how Azriel and Cassian found you later that night on the couch after returning from work. Your mate was instantly in front of your sleeping form gently pressing his hands against your forehead and cheeks to feel for a fever. Cassian knew just from the look of you that you did in fact have a fever but it made him feel just the tiniest bit better being able to touch you and make sure for himself that you are ok. Slowly you peek your eyes open at him “I think i'm dying” is all you got out in a raspy voice before you had another coughing fit. Cassian was quick to pull you up into a sitting position and rub your back while you managed to get out through random coughs that you were sure you were going to cough up a lung. For being high fae you sure did have a weakened immune system so when you were coughing this morning Cassian should have known better than to believe you. If he had trusted his instinct Cassian would have stayed and helped curve whatever sickness you had adopted for the time being until you felt better. He watched as you sighed a breath of relief and took a slip of the long forgotten tea you had made yourself earlier that morning. “Baby you are not dying and you are definitely not going to cough up a lung.” Cassian once again watched as you took another sip before glaring at him “And how can you be so certain of that?” 

Listen Cassian loves you more than he loves anything else in this world, he would give up his life in order to keep you safe. He would not trade your relationship for anything but, when you get sick you get sassier than normal, more emotional than normal and overall become a big pain in his ass. With that said there will never be a day where he doesn’t take care of you, it's just sometimes you give him a hard time while doing so. And listen he may not get sick nearly as often as you do but he has basically been gutted and he didn’t have nearly as much attitude as you do when sick. 

“I can be so certain because you say that every time you get sick and yet you still have both lungs and you haven’t died yet.”  Cassian soothingly pushes your hair away from your face while you readjust your mountain of blankets and grumble under your breath causing Cassian to smile. 

He didn’t need his stronger than most hearing to know you just agreed with what he said. While Cassian was busy helping you fix your soon to be unnecessary amount of blankets, Azriel made some fresh soup and tea that was ready and waiting for your consumption. Cassian pulled the table closer to the couch you sat on before sitting down on it and grabbing the bowl of soup to hand feed you. “I don’t need to be fed like a child Cassian.” at the sound of his name and not a nickname your mate knew what kind of sick patient you would be until you recovered back to full health and it was not a fun one. “If I don’t feed you then you won’t eat anything for days on end and then you won’t get better and you will be sick for longer making you more irritated and thus the cycle will continue.” 

You could hear Azriels chuckle from the kitchen while you stared at your very dotting mate. “I’m not even hungry.” Your mate sighs while staring at you “I know sweetheart but you need to eat something.” Once again he is met with resistance “I will when I’m hungry, plus I don’t need to feed like I'm some child.”  Cassian sets the bowl down on the table next to him before grabbing your hands after trying to find them under what he assumes is every blanket in the house. “Baby I know you aren’t hungry but after being your mate for three hundred years I think I have a pretty good idea of how to take care of you when you are sick. So please let me take care of you.” Cassian could tell you were not budging so he brought out his last resort. Himself. “Y/n please. If the roles were reversed and I was the one who was sick you would do the exact same thing. You're my mate. I don't like seeing you like this and I just want to make you feel better. You're my whole world and if anything happened to you just because you wouldn’t let me help I wouldn't be able to live with myself. So please baby let me help you.” Finally Cassian could see your resolve slipping and reluctantly you agreed to let him take care of you. 

Without a second thought Cassian grabbed the bowl that was next to him and was blowing off the hot soup before feeding it to you. After he convinced you to eat all of the soup and drink some of the tea you had fallen back to sleep in his short journey to the kitchen and back. 

Azriel observed as his brother gently scooped up your sleeping body and quietly walked down the hallway to your shared bedroom with his brother. Finally when he heard the bedroom door close Azriel let out another laugh because you made sure to give Cassian a run for his money with how you acted when you were sick. But he knew Cassian would always stay right by your side even when you were such a joy while sick.

[wellloiledmachine]

weak bladder 1/?

I have a very weak bladder.

It's not so small, I can actually hold a lot, but my bladder is easily upset by minor things, like being startled, scared or even just exercising. When I'm desperate, I can't hold it for very long.

I'm very accident prone, I often have very close calls and sometimes full accidents wherever I am. I also leak a lot for very minor things. Most of the days my panties are wet and stained at the end of my day, and often I have to change them at some point of the day.

It takes very little to make me leak. Startled, and I let out a spurt of pee in my panties. Sneezing, and I suddenly feel warm and wet. Bending over at the wrong time, and my underwear are soaked. It's so embarrassing...

I drink alot of water, so my pee is clear and doesn't smell too much. I'd be mortified if anyone could guess the state of my panties by the smell!

I only wear skirts, so no embarrassing stains; well, no visible ones. Most of my underwear are stained yellow because of how many times I lost control in them. But this way, no one can know when I had an accident! Sometimes, I lose a few drops on my seat, tho. Apologizes to all cinema workers, I rarely can completely hold it through a movie, and I often leak a lot on the seat, spending half of the movie on a wet spot with my panties sticking against my pussy. Sometime, when I can't hold it, I lift my skirt and let go slowly, so the seat can absorb my accident. One time, I even took off my panties, and I could feel the warm pee soaking under me directly against my pussy. It was so naughty, I know, but I was so desperate and wanted to keep my underwear dry!

Public transports are also difficult. With all of the road shaking, and sometime not being able to go to the bathroom in the ride home after work, I often uncontrolably leak, squeezed between people. Sometimes, it runs down my legs and it is absorbed by my socks, and sometimes it falls directly on the ground. It makes my so nervous, every time I hope no one see the small puddle under me.

One time, someone tried to grope me in the bus while going to work. They played with my nipples, then slipped a hand under my skirt. My mind was so clouded with arousal I couldn't do anything to stop them. At first, they thougt the wetness was from my pussy juices, but as I got closer and closer to orgasm, I kept letting out uncontrolable leaks. When they found out I was helplessly wetting myself, they were grossed out and quickly found another victim, leaving me shaking, on the verge of orgasm amd of a public accident. Luckily, I managed to make it to the bathroom, but I was so aroused I didn't know which need to take care first, so I fingered myself on the toilet while uncontrolably pissing.

[exoticalmonde]

-Lamento: Beyond The Void- but Eve and Leaffeu are playing it so you have to PART I

Leaff: *Scandalised* "What type of swordplay are you doing that requires you to share a room???" Me: "One with much softer swords." Leaff: "OH!" ---

I genuinely feel happiness every time I see this screen because that means that: 1. Leaff is on Discord streaming for me. 2. It means I am finally going to read the entirety of this game for myself, something I have been wanting for years now or at least ever since most of the YT channels I watched this gameplay from died.

There's something so comforting about these little 3D-generated trees and the light and the soft patch of dirt and grass. I love this game so much, you do not understand.

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Leaff: "Me when there's leftover pizza in the fridge." Me: *Actually dies from laughter*

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Leaffeu seems to be getting along very well with Asato and is absolutely hating Rai. Personally, that means there's more white angry fruit cat for me, but I'm also afraid they won't like doing his route. But that also means I get to hear screaming, squealing and crying on the other end of the conversation any time there's even the remote chance of Asato showing up on the screen.

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We had a strawberry break instead of kuims.

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I don't remember the context to this, but I'm pretty sure this is how Leaff suggested Rai take care of Konoe if he was ever to go insane. Which, personally, I suppose he can. Look at the ears. Look at the tails. I'd let Rai hold me like that and carry me around all day.

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Yeah, it's official, Leaff is Asatosexual. They've been sending me memes and headcannons of what life would be like with Asato and genuinely...? I'm crying.

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I was in a bad mood. Things in life are not going as well as I wish they were.

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Me when I sneeze while squeezing the ketchup bottle.

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"The window."

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SAME. Same, Verg.

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HERE IT IS, WE FOUND THE SCENE!!!! KONOE IS DIRECTIONALLY CHALLENGED. But can we also stop to appreciate this absolutely gorgeous man??? The most fascinatingly darling to me, his attitude, his sadness. I don't even know his lore, but honey I would marry him and take care of this depressed goat until time and space rupture and we end up specks of dust in the 8th dimension.

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I'm pretty sure this is the part where we spoke about men being gentle in games. Not in the physical kind, but perhaps the way they are considerate. Konoe allows Asato to do whatever he needs, even recognising that for him being outside, among a lot of people is mentally exhausting and he's giving him the space and time to recuperate without forcing him about the way Rai does kind of.

I need more gentle, considerate men. Anything in this game - from the way they nuzzle each other to grooming to smiling and touching is so so so so sweet, mesmerising. I love them so much, this game is so darling to me and in two years it's going to turn TWENTY!!!

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Leaff: "FINALLY ONE COMPLIMENT TO COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH, MAYBE YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE DISCIPLINED AFTER ALL." Me: *Sweats, knowing this moment is going to be ruined in the next scene.*

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Me and Leaff agree that these two are literally like a married and then divorced couple with Verg being to blame. They don't talk, don't look at each other, Verg tries to fix things and is a little whiny about the cold shoulder, meanwhile, Kaltz is just trying to live his life and move on.

This is them at the dinner table in the inn by the way.

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We got to one of the endings... And even though I fell asleep immediately after, Leaffeu was here to offer me this wonderful art.

Zooming in on the text at the back.

[bigsnzstanacct]

I revised that F/ellow Tr/avelers fic so I’m reposting it AND I reserve the right to re-re-post it when I add more to it, because I want a prologue with Hawk at the office trying to work and sneezing loud as fuck in his office (and then eventually part two with Hawk and Tim’s day as Hawk’s cold settles into his nose and they sneeze and fuck all day, basically.)

“HHHHHEEEEEAAAAASSSSSHHHHHHHhhhhooooooo!!” He announced his presence with a sneeze, a nearly-shouted roar that sputtered out into a quieter, albeit wetter, finish.

“Skippy…!” He called out, faux-anger threaded through his voice. “You’re in trouble now, Skippy!”

Said “Skippy”, also known as Tim Laughlin, peeked his head out of one of the apartment’s bedrooms, chest bare, nostrils pinkened at the rims, face still full of the evidence of the cold he was still getting over—and that Hawkins was just falling into. “Huh, Hawk? Me, in trouble?” Tim’s mock-innocence the response to Hawk’s faux-angry call. They both knew this dance, and loved it.

Hawkins was on him suddenly, grabbing the thinner man in his arms and kissing him with intent. “Yeah, big trouble. You heard that sn-sneeze didn’t you?”

“Yeah, me and most of DC, you moose. Last time I heard a noise like that I was at the National Zoo.”

“Me? A moose? You’re just adding to the trouble you’re in, aren’t you?”

“Always do.” Tim said with a smirk, leading Hawkins into the bedroom, where he sat, limbs splayed alluringly. They were silent a moment, just holding each other’s gaze. Until Hawkins’ started to waver, a hand drifting idly up towards his nose. Tim’s smirk widened. “So what am I in trouble for, Mister Fuller?”

“You—snf!—you know what you’re in t-trouble for, you—snf!—y-you dirty little thing you, you gave me your… your hehhhhh… hehHHH…” his broad bare chest leapt with the urge. “your HHEHHHHhhh… gonna…!” The barest flicker of warning, before the inevitable was bouncing off the walls and making the windows rattle in their casements: “AAAEEEEHHHHHRRRSSCHHOOOOOO!” He bellowed. “Damn, sorry about that Skippy… never did figure out how to keep that qui… quiet… here’s a… gotta… notherone…! Huhhh! HUUUUURRRRRSSSCCCHOOOOOO!!!” Tim playfully covered his ears, smiling up at Hawk and sniffing himself.

“Awwww… did big bad Hawkins catch a little cold in his nose?” He teased. “Is that why you’re making all that racket? Just cause of little old me?” They’d been turning the tables more lately, but somehow they always found themselves back in this position: Hawkins towering above his Skippy, Skippy sitting on the bed, looking up at Hawk with at least two contradictory emotions in his eyes. At first, desire and terror. In the bad times, love and hate. In the best times—like now—naked adoration and stubborn defiance. An unwillingness to break and an insistence on being broken. That look stirred the most dangerous parts of Hawkins, in the most delightful ways.

Hawkins drew closer, lifted Tim’s chin, mostly so he could place his big hands near Tim’s neck. “Yeah… you made me sick, you little ball of germs. If you weren’t always sneezing and snotting all over this apartment, maybe I’d still be able to do my very important job.”

Tim just held Hawkins’ gaze. “Seem to recall you not minding that sn-sneezing and snotting at a-all… speaking of wh… which…” Hawk smiled. Sometimes it seemed like Tim was allergic to the very word “sneeze.” Between the poor guy’s seemingly omnipresent allergies and the lingering cold in his nose, it seemed like he’d spent all of the last week either sneezing or on the verge of a big, messy sneezing fit.

“Hhhhh… hhhettcchhOOO! Hhhh-hehhhh! EEETTttttt-chhooOOO! Wh-whoa bihhh… big one… hehhhh…. hhettschh… ettscchhooo… hehhshhooo… yyeeeEEttschooo... Ettssscchhhhh-OOO!” God, Tim’s sneezes drove Hawk wild. The little wet, itchy, rapid-fire ones that spilled out on top of each other, as though his nose was so crowded with sneezes he could hardly get one out before the next was fighting to escape; the ones that went all cutesy and high-pitched at the end, almost as though he was surprised his nose tickled so much, the pitch raising at the end like a question; the outright violent ones that seemed to hint at the strapping young man the army had made Skippy, the man the army sent home to Hawk.

And then there was how intensely itchy he looked, his nose wriggling and alive, like it was trying to escape his face, his whole face scrunching in and then suddenly everything wide open: mouth lolling, eyebrows climbing, nostrils flaring and then…

“EETTTsssscchhhh! EETTTSSsscchhh!! hehhhh… hahh-SHOOO!!”

And then it all started over again. And again. And AGAIN. It made Hawk breathless in a very different way than his own sneezes. It made him hunger, it made him want. It made him hard.

“Look what you did to me.” Hawk said, clutching at his thickness, the bulge visible through his slacks. Tim sniffed, eyes still misty, nose clearly note done with him. But he couldn’t help but notice that. “That’s what you’ve been doing to me all day. Making me sneeze, with your cold in my nose. Making me think about you sneezing, losing control, falling apart for me, so pretty.” He was getting greedy now, pawing at Tim, squeezing his ass, kissing at his neck. “Could barely get through work, you want them to find out I’m a double fuckin’ pervert?”

They each froze a moment, their still-precarious positions and the memory of the time when they were more precarious still a nearly-open wound. But then Tim sneezed again, soft and pliant: “hhcchhssss…. huh… hittscchh!” And Hawk’s eyes were on nothing but Skippy.

“Bless you,” he said, soft and dangerous; hungry and adoring.

And then slacks were coming off, mouth on mouth, mouth on neck, hands everywhere, fingers and spit right where they needed to be, oil and fingers and opening and then Hawk was behind Skippy on the bed, pressing into him, his weight on Skippy’s back, his hard length against the crack of Skippy’s ass, teasing his entrance. They were breathing heavy. For more reason than one.

“You still gotta…?” Hawk asked.

“All the t-time, Hhahhhh… Hawk…”

“Can you… while you ride me?”

“Isn’t that how you caught my cold in the first place?”

“Don’t care. Need it. All over me, please, Skippy.”

“Need it?” Skippy asked, turning around to look at Hawk, that soft-and-steel look in his eye.

“Need it.”

“So what are you gonna do for your boy? When he gives you what you need? Are you gonna give me what I need?”

“Anything.”

Tim turned around completely, facing Hawk, sitting back on his heels and wrapping a loose fist around Hawkins’ dick. “Don’t throw that word around Hawkins, you don’t mean it.”

It was all Hawk could do to keep himself from bucking into Tim’s fist. “N-No fair, Skippy.”

“Life’s not fair, H-hahhh… hahhhhhh…” Tim’s nose chose that moment to act up, but despite his body’s betrayal (his body’s endless betrayals, when it came to Hawk), Tim hadn’t given up the implicitly negotiated upper hand. He put a finger under his nose, pressed hard. “You w-want me to l-let this loose, don’t you?”

Hawk nodded, and suddenly looked so much like a puppy that Tim almost dissolved into giggles. Instead, he took his free hand from Hawkins’ dick to Hawkins’ chest.

“A-ahhh… all o-over you, yeah?” He pushed, and Hawkins fell back onto the bed.

Another nod.

“Stay with me tonight. Let me—snf!—take care of you.” He crawled over him, one finger still pressing underneath his itching nose.

Another nod.

Tim barely managed a quick “ohthankgod” before the floodgates opened.

“ettscchhh! yyetttschh! hetchhhh! ettcchhhhhh! huUUUHHhhhh… eeYYettschhOOO! Heyyyy-SHOOOO! huhhh… eeeeYYESHH-OOOO! Ah!” They started fast and furious, grew luxurious and free and messy as the lingering cold sneezes in Tim’s nose took over. He ended on a sharp exhale, as he sank onto Hawk. It had taken some practice, learning to take dick in the middle of a sneezing fit. But Tim was a very, very fast learner. And he had an excellent motivation: seeing Hawk like this. Spread out under him, wrecked and open, more even than he was when Tim was inside of him, Hawk’s pupils blown wide, nothing else in his mind but Skippy, Skippy, Skippy, Skippy’s nose, Skippy’s ass, Skippy’s chest, Skippy’s wet eyes, closing… closing again as his head tipped back and…

“eeYYYYYEETTSSCCHH-OOO! Oh! Bless me.” Tim murmured. It was easy, now that Hawk was inside him. He barely made any effort to move, knowing too much would send Hawk over the edge early. No, he just let his body have free rein. His sneezes always tended to make him double over or bend at the waist, he just gave himself over to them freely, letting the urges in his nose move his body.

Hawk keened beneath him. “Fuck, fuck, big one Skippy, fuck…”

Tim managed to snark around the urge: “is that a rehhhh… requeahhh… AAAAHHTTSCCHHOOOOOOO-UHH!!” Tim sure acted like it was a request, his voice falling fully into the sneeze in a way it rarely did. Hardly a duplicate of Hawk’s beastly roars, but definitely on the loud side for Tim, tearing out of his throat like Hawk’s desire was a physical thing, had reached in and ripped it out of him. It was often like that for Tim, as though the sheer force of Hawk’s wanting made Tim’s body capable of things he didn’t know it could do.

“Shit, Skip, I’m not gonna last…”

“Shhhhh… d-don’t… don’t… aapppsshHHHH! Hahhh… ppllleesshhhhh!! EeeYYYYYeesscchhhhOOO!” The sneezes weren’t stopping, and they were only getting wetter, the bursts of spray on Hawk’s torso no sooner cooled than Tim replaced them with another.

Tim recovered with a firm sniff, in control enough to say, “don’t worry, we’ve got a while.”

[theatrescribbles]

Vanilla Ice Cream

When Lily gets ill, who better but her co-Head Boy to take care of her.

Inspired by the songs "Where's My Shoe" and "Vanilla Ice Cream" from the (in my opinion, underrated) musical She Loves Me.

@jilymicrofics Feb challenge Day 3: Care (yes, I know I'm late) (932 words)

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“Lancelot!” proclaimed a boy with unruly black hair, and the portrait to the Head’s Common Room swung open. The boy did not waste a second to climb through the door and to reach the red-haired (and also red-nosed due to all the sneezing) girl stirring on the sofa, a blanket covering her, with a flask of probably-now cold tea and a huge box of tissues on the table in front of the sofa.

“Oh good, you’re awake” he said “How are you feeling?”

“Bit better, head’s still throbbing a bi-choo!” The boy smiled down at her. He couldn’t believe how adorable she was, even when she was ill; even when her hair went in all directions and was frizzy, even when her nose was as red as said hair, even when despite the red nose, the rest of her skin was almost ghost white and there were dark circles under her eyes; even with all that she was still the most beautiful thing in existence.

He's loved taking care of his very ill friend; he would do it for the rest of their lives if she let him.

The girl looked around to the window outside, and must have noticed the sun was on the verge of setting….

“Oh Merlin! What time is it?!”

“Nearly half past 6. Don’t worry, I’ve brought you up a snack-“

“WHAT! Why didn’t you wake me up before, Ja-choo! I’ve got to go for rounds! I can’t be late for the first Heads-round of the year!” Lily stood up threw off the blanket and started rummaging around the floor, though he swore she swayed a little bit while doing so. “Where’s my shoe?!”

James looked at her bewildered, pushing his glasses further up his nose. “Lily,” he said calmly “Do you honestly think you can go on rounds tonight? You look awful.”

“Of course I ca-choo!”

“You’ve been asleep all afternoon, you’re still in your pyjamas!” Very cute ones he would add too.

“I’m much better now”

“You sure about that?”

“Of course I am! Where have you hidden my shoe?”

“I think you should lie back down Lily-“

“Don’t just stand there, help me find my other shoe!”

“You can barely stand up. You’re still shivering”

“Don’t lie to me James Potter, where’s my shoe?!”

“Evans, you’re hysterical! Sit down!”

“I will not sit down Potter until I have found my God-damn shoe!!”

Right, James thought. That’s it; and before she knew what was happening, James picked her up, almost flinging her onto his right shoulder. Lily struggled wildly against him, kicking ferociously and batting her fists against his back.

“Put me down Potter! RIGHT NOW!!”

“No way Evans. Not until you realise that there is no way you would be well enough to step out of the common room door, let alone go and do your usual rounds all over the school!”

Almost instantly she stopped kicking and almost seemed to sag into his shoulder.

“ACHOO!”

Well that was it then wasn’t it? She knew when to give up. Almost instantly, Lily felt herself being gently dropped from James’ hold back onto the sofa, laying her down. He draped her tartan blanket back over her, and she felt an instant warmth from it. She hadn’t realised just how cold she had been without it draped over her and she left out a huge shiver.

“I’m sorry” she whimpered quietly. “But who’s going to do rounds if not me-choo!”

James laughed. “Don’t you worry about that Flower. Anyway, I’ve got you a present.”

“Have you really? I bet its homework”

“Better than that! I know this is your favourite flavour, so here you are, sorry if it has melted a bit…” And from his robes, James pulled out a tub of vanilla ice cream and a spoon. A little bit of colour returned to her pale face, blushing from her cheeks.

“Where did you get this?”

“Kitchens. One of the House Elves served my parents before we set him free to help Dumbledore here. So I always like to pop down occasionally.”

He handed down the tub of ice cream to Lily, coincidentally brushing her hands. She started looking at the packaging on the ice cream, gingerly turning the tub round and round in her hands.

“When I was little” she said “My mum always used to give me this when I was under the weather. That’s why it’s my favourite” She took the spoon from James hand and took a small scoop of the now very soft ice cream. It was delicious.

“Thank you James”

He beamed down at her.

“Now, you get plenty of rest and eat, you’ll feel better. Oh, and don’t worry about a thing, I’ll take care of everything” He bent down and gave the top of her head a light kiss. “And you’re welcome.” He got up, dusted down his robes turned around but paused.

“James are you ok?”

“Under the weather?”

“What do you mean?”

“What does ‘under the weather’ mean?”

Lily laughed. “It’s just a Muggle saying. Sorry, I shouldn’t blurt them out like that, I forgot you don’t always understa-choo!”

James sent one last smile her way before heading out of the portrait door hole.

Lily reached out for the ice cream again and started eating, and with each mouthful of sweet vanilla, she felt a little better, she could feel it; though by the time she got to sleep, there was something that still bugged her – she still couldn’t work out why her head was tingling just as much as her tongue….. She was simply stunned!

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Sicktember #26

Prompt: Pinkeye/Conjuntivitis ALL ALTS (Alt 1. “I Could Really Use a Hug Right About Now”//Alt 2. Fuzzy Socks//Alt 3. Pounding Headache//Alt 4. Forehead Kisses//Alt 5. “I’m so sorry”)

Fandom/OCs: OCs Shane and Molly (Doctor Nurse ‘verse?)

Words: 1180

Sicknario inspo: "Something happen at work?" from this post and "You look… I know…" from this post.

Author’s comments/background: Since I only had one space for an Alternate prompt this year, and they were all cute, I made it a mini challenge to use them all, and who better to do that for than Shane and Molly? I was pretty happy with the result, and this ended up being another piece that I was really looking forward to writing. I actually saved it for last as a reward for finishing the challenge. Have the usual married-people-who-are-crazy-about-each-other shenanigans. (Also some of the ending dialogue was shamelessly stolen from the D/ick Van D/yke show and I'm not sorry.)

Set the day after the events of “Without You” (read it here), which takes place within the first year of their marriage. 

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Molly was deep in thought about what Shane might like for dinner, so when she turned to find him walking through the door a full three hours earlier than usual, at first she thought she was imagining it. Their eyes met and, probably because she looked so shocked, he attempted a smile to put her at ease, but the obvious sickliness of him made her worry all the more instead.

"Shane! You're home early. Did something happen at work?"

"Hihh– hihhggIHHTCHHOO! IHHXXCHOO!... Ugh…"

"...Oh. I see. Yeah, I can definitely see. Wow, you look–"

“I know,” Shane mumbled, swallowing thickly as he massaged his temple. “I know… HihhxxEHHPTchuhh!! Oh my god," he groaned, pressing his hand even harder to his head. "I have had the worst pounding, splitting headache all day and the sneezing is NOT helping…." 

"Aww, honey… why don't you sit down and take it easy for a while?"

"I will, but first… I know I'm contagious and everything but… I could really use a hug right about now." He dropped his bag and opened his arms imploringly. 

"Oh, you poor thing, of course you can have a hug!" She hurried into his arms, squeezing him as tightly as she could, and he squeezed her back until her ribs cracked, his face buried against her neck.

"I had the most godawful day," he mumbled, sounding almost on the verge of tears. "I felt like shit and the staff were all crabby and being petty and the schedule was screwed up again and the patients were horrible. I just need to be home with you."

"My poor baby," she said, kissing his temple and neck and shoulder and every other bit of him that she could reach. Then she held on and squeezed tight, just the way he liked. They hugged for a long time.

"Are you cold, hon?" Molly asked after several minutes. She already knew the answer to that question since she could feel him shivering, but he was sagging most of his weight on her, and her hugging muscles were starting to get tired. 

"Freezing," he murmured into her neck.

"Here, let's go sit down and wrap you up. You look exhausted."

"I'm that too," he agreed, letting himself be led to the couch. Molly quickly tucked a blanket around him, dress shirt and all, and he nestled into the cushions with a sniffling sigh. She perched right beside him. 

"Do you think you have a fever?"

"I really don't know. This cold wasn't so bad before today. I have no idea."

Molly leaned forward, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead. It was hardly there a second when Shane twitched violently, bending forward in a half-stifled sneeze that clearly snuck up on him:

"Hihhgg-KXXT! XXTchhoo!!"

Molly was thoroughly caught in the spray. She carefully kept her expression neutral so as not to make him feel any worse as she turned away from his horrified look to wipe off the mist from her cheek and hand.

"Ohmygod, Mol… I am so sorry… I can't believe that just happened…." 

Shane continued to stammer apologetically as Molly turned to face him again, stopping him with a gentle squeeze of his leg. "It's okay, love, really. I know you didn't mean to. It happens. No big deal. Now, let's try that again."

Shane fell silent, though his apologetic expression lingered, as Molly again reached out to feel his face. "You didn't sneeze on any patients today though, did you?" she asked, trying to lighten the mood with gentle teasing.

"No, thank god. That's about the only thing that didn't go wrong today."

"Well that's good," she said, pulling away. "And you're definitely warm. Feels like a fever to me."

"That tracks, to be honest"

"With what?"

"Everything, I guess. How crappy I feel, mainly. The rest of this awful day."

"My poor Shane," she groaned, going in for another hug. "I hate seeing you like this. I'm supposed to be the one that does all the complaining, not you."

"Sorry. But I was overdue for a turn," he mumbled into her chest.

"I dunno about all that. But we'll get you fixed up and back to normal either way." She released him, meeting his eyes again. "You pick the order of operations tonight. What do you want first, shower, dinner, blanket cuddles, or bed?"

A sleepy smile spread across Shane's face. "All the choices are too good. You pick. You're the boss tonight."

"You're either very brave or very sick to say such things, my love. But your wish is my command. We'll go in the order I listed them, I think. I can't stand to see my human furnace shivering so hard, so we'll start with a hot shower, and you can even have the brand new fuzzy socks you just bought me, since I know you can't resist fuzzy socks when you're sick."

Shane was grinning now. "As long as you shower with me. There's always a risk of syncope with a fever, you know. You can never be too careful, especially in the bathroom."

"Right you are. You read my mind. Don't you worry, I'll be keeping a close eye on you. Everyone knows doctors make the worst patients." 

"Whatever you think is best, nurse," he said with a pathetic sniffle.

~~~

The couple settled into the rhythm of their evening routine, though they took it especially easy for Shane's sake and, true to her word, Molly hardly left his side. Shane was clingy and a little needy when he wasn't feeling well, but as long as she stayed within reach, he was in truth a very easy patient. 

A few hours later found them curled up on the couch with takeout soup and salad for an early dinner, watching Shane's favorite, the Jurassic Park trilogy. They were lightly reclining, Shane leaning partially against Molly with a tissue box under his arm as she toyed with his blond curls. When she thought he was distracted, she leaned over to press her lips to his forehead.

Shane was sharp, though, and eyed her with a curious look. "Was that for affection or were you checking my temperature again?"

"Sick person forehead kisses are always both, you should know that. Your eyes are looking funny, so I was seeing if it was worth it to get up and get you medicine or not."

"I'm okay. You don't need to do that."

"Hey, I warned you that I'd be keeping an eye on you. This is part of the package, mister."

"I know, I know," he chuckled, scrubbing at his nose. "But I don't want you to get up. I'm too comfortable, and I haven't been able to say that since you left for your trip. You're not allowed to move. Sick person orders."

"Aye aye, sir." Molly resumed playing with his hair, and Shane sighed in contentment. 

"What would I do without you?" he murmured, echoing back to the day before.

"I promise you'll never have to find out as long as I'm living," she whispered back, pulling him closer against her.

[ask-ozai]

any awkard date stories?

I have no intention of sharing unflattering personal stories with a complete stranger in this unagnidly place.

Although, I'm in a benevolent mood today, so I agree to answer just because I have spent the last fourteen hours staring at a wall and I am beginning to doubt reality itself. And I have a slight suspicion that Zuko is putting cactus juice in my soup. I will not give him the satisfaction of going senile. It's enough with Iroh.

As a Prince of the Fire Nation, I always had less free time than an ordinary young man. My time had to be carefully invested in improving my skills and knowledge to better fulfill my role as a Prince. Therefore I never had much time to court women (unlike Iroh). But it never really mattered to me since, let's be honest, I was absolutely superior to any of my potential dates.

So I never went on many dates, let alone embarrassing ones. The few dates I had with Michi went pretty well. She cannot burn down villages but you should see what she can do with a hammer.

But there was a period of time before I married Ursa when I had to court her according to our traditions. And Agni, there were many embarrassing moments there. It was very difficult to turn the peasant girl into a Princess.

1) On our first date, she mistook the hand washing water in the finger bowl for a soup.

2) Once she was so nervous that she called my father "Furrylord".

3) She accidentally knocked out the bard on our second date.

4) She sneezed on my mother's portrait. My father almost incinerated her.

5) She spilled hot soup on Iroh's pants.

6) She said Zhao looked like a monkey with those sideburns. Zhao was behind her.

7) She spilled hot tea on Iroh's pants.

8) She tried to compliment our 'collection of mummies'. It was Lo and Li standing in a corner.

9) She spilled hot chocolate on Iroh's pants. There is a reason why Lu Ten did not have siblings.

My wife Ursa was totally different from all the women I had known. She was a clumsy, vulgar peasant girl with a raucous laugh and the self-preservation instincts of a three-year-old (Zuko must have inherited it from her). My father was on the verge of returning her home (or strangling her) at least six times, but in the end he always remembered how much he wanted those powerful grandchildren to serve Lu Ten.

Back then Ursa filled me with importance and constantly tested my patience, but now I realize those were our best days.

[goldenempyrean]

It’s The Thought That Counts 

❥ Valentines Drabbles: Day 4 

❥ Pairing: Allergic Wanda x Reader 

❥ Wordcount: 785 

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“You bought me flowers?” Wanda gasped as you handed her a beautiful, bright bouquet of assorted flowers. Wanda smiled widely as she held them up to her face, inhaling deeply as she relished in the fragrance, “Oh sweetie, they smell so good!” 

You shuffled around, twiddling your thumbs nervously, “I thought that maybe you’d like them. I saw them and I thought of you instantly and I know it’s a little basic just to get someone flowers on Valentine's Day but they were just so pretty that I had to get them for you.” 

"Oh, baby. They're lovely," Wanda purrs lovingly, "Thank you so much." She inhales deeply again, enjoying the sweet, floral scent for a few moments before her nostrils flare as her face slowly morphing into an unrecognisable expression. 

“Wanda? You alright there sweetie? Is something wrong?” 

“Hih-” Wanda sniffled frantically as her brow scrunches up while her eyelashes flatter rapidly, desperately scrubbing at her nose before turning away from you as she is sent forward into a fit a sneezing, her head bobbing down with sneeze. 

“Hh-h'ktshi! Eiiishiew! 

The first sneeze is surprising. The second one is shocking, and the third, the fourth... each one comes in a sharp, violent burst, and once Wanda's on the verge of her eleventh, she has no choice but to keep her face constantly buried inside the crook of her elbow. 

"Bless you Wanda! Sweetie what’s wrong? " You rush to her side, a shocked look of concern displayed across your face as she sniffled wetly against the back of her knuckles, you went to cup her face but you were instantly pushed away as Wanda bent forward at her waist as she sneezed again. 

Your brow furrows at her fit of sneezing, and there's a concerned edge to your tone. "Jeez Wands, are you okay?" It's hard to imagine what could have set off so much sneezing. Maybe dust? You glanced around the room, hoping it was a one-time thing and not a symptom for anything worse. "Are you getting sick?" 

Wanda shook her head, “No, I feel fine, it’s just my whole face feels like it's on fire. My eyes are so freaking itchy!” She sniffled at her runny nose as she blinked rapidly maybe hoping that something had just gotten in them, “I only ever feel like this when...” She trailed off, her shoulders dropping solemnly as her eyes cast down to the flowers still in her hand. 

"When... what, Wanda?" 

Wanda wasn’t able to respond, she was too busy squirming uncomfortably, fidgeting as she tried to use her fingers to massage her sinuses. 

"When what? You've never acted like this before. Am I missing something—like, oh God—are you allergic to flowers?!" You asked frantically remembering a conversation from a few years ago when Wanda had casually mentioned that she’s constantly sneezing during spring. 

The allergic woman only managed to nod her head before stifling another fit of desperate sneezes. “Oh sweetie,” You sighed as Wanda sniffled thickly, rubbing at her itching eyes, “If I’d have known you were allergic, I would never have gotten you them flowers! I would’ve gotten you something even more cliché, like love-heart shaped chocolates or something like that.” 

Wanda tried to shake her head but that only further irriated her reddening nose, sending her into another fit of stifled sneezes.

“Oh Wands...bless you sweetheart but stifling isn't going to solve anything, your just gonna make it worst. Especially if your nose is so desperate to get rid of that irritant.” 

Allergic tears began to run down Wanda’s face as she struggled to keep her twitching nose under control, “I know –hh- that –HihH- honey but I’ll end up sneezing like a million times otherwise – Hh'itshuu! Hheh-iitshu! Heh-Ih-Hh Hhe’ITSHHIEW! Ugh, I'm so sorry, that was gross but see! It doesn’t help at all!” 

“Poor dear I don’t think you’re gross at all. Just a little concerned. Your poor nose must be on fire with all that itchy pollen. Here, let me take those,” You reached forward and took the flowers from her grasp, “Now, let’s get you sorted out, okay? We’re gonna get you upstairs and into a shower which should help wash away everything. Then I’m gonna get you some pretty strong antihistamines, they should make you feel a lot better, okay? 

Wanda sniffled as you pulled her towards into a hug, “I’m sorry about your flowers but I guess it’s the thought that counts... I just wish we could keep them though.” Even three years into your relationship Wanda manages to surprise you. Shes more bothered about your gift then her own reaction. Your comforting hand comes to rest on her back as she stifles another sneeze against your shoulder. 

“You have nothing to apologise for, I promise. Now, c'mon. Let’s get you into the shower.” 

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𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: park meetings and party planning, my oh my!

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: swearing, talks about drinking and drugs, upset reader moments, panic attacks and crowds, mentions of sexual assault from past chapters.

𝗔/𝗡: HELLO!!! i’m finally updating and i can’t wait for the upcoming chapters, because oh my god, it gets wild. this one is pretty chill so just relax and enjoy my angels!

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“what kind of cake does he like?”

y/n balanced all of her weight onto one leg while flicking the end of her pen against her front teeth. “he likes anything, except for white.”

flloyd crinkled his brows together, “like..white frosting?”

“no, he likes white frosting!” she rubbed her arm to create warmth, after feeling herself become chilly. even though it was only may, y/n always seemed to run cold. “white cake, though. he doesn’t like it..” she ran a hand through her hair, contemplating whether to complain about a certain persons absence or not. “i can’t believe katie didn’t show up. it’s her own boyfriends birthday!”

“i know.” flloyd nodded, “soo, anything that isn’t white cake. white frosting is fine—“

“yup.” she rolled her lips together, tasting her pink lemonade chapstick she wore. she wasn’t sure why she was so cold. the room temperature was the same that it always was, and she wore a light brown button up over her black silk tanktop. she wore a deep green pencil skirt and a pair of slides— not caring too much about her appearance since all she had planned for the day was a coffee meeting with mo and coming to this. she knew that only drakes friends would be here, and she couldn’t give a damn what they thought about her appearance. but right now, she was on the verge of shivering.

suddenly, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs below them. “is anyone here?”

“no one should be. i texted bruno that we were planning and he said he’d close it for the day.”

maybe it’s nothing… i could just be hearing things

then she heard someone sneeze.

okay, definitely not hearing things.

vinnie walked by them with headphones in his ears; humming the melody to some song he was listening to and completely ignoring their presence.

“hacker!?” y/n yelled.

he jumped and yanked an earbud out, looking up at the couple, nervously. he scanned the room as if he had no idea that they had been planning there.

“jesus christ! y/n, you scared the fuck out of me—“

“what are you doing here?!”

“what are you doing here?” vinnie questioned, feeling y/n wrap her hand around his arm and quickly pull him to the side.

“ow! you don’t need to yank me like that—“ she shushed him, and pushed him up against the wall.

“why are we whispering—“ he grinned.

“look, i don’t know what you’re up to, hacker, but i swear-“

“i’m not up to anything! i’m so confused right now, i was just using equipment downstairs, i didn’t think anyone would be here! i thought it was closed.”

“why would it be closed?! it’s a fucking sunday-“ she whisper shouted, not wanting flloyd to hear.

“because bruno sent me an email saying not to come in today!”

“yeah! because we are fucking party planning!”

the two were extremely close, making it hard for vinnie to focus. he knew her chapstick was pink lemonade flavored. he wasn’t sure how he knew, but he did. and right now, he was thirsty for lemonade.

“oo, who’s birthday is it?” y/n lightly slammed him against the wall.

“ow! okay, i’m sorry!”

“it’s drakes birthday tuesday and even though we might not be on the best terms, i am not going to let a guy like you ruin it.”

“a guy like me?” the brunette asked.

“yes, drake would kill you if you showed up at his party, or if any of your team showed up—“

vinnie stifled a laugh, “t-team?” he bursted out laughing until y/n shoved him again.

“oh, shut up, i don’t know the fucking boxer term. you know what i mean— your people! you guys aren’t invited and on tuesday, the gym is off limits.”

“mmhmm.”

“don’t. come.” she said sternly as vinnie smirked and looked her up and down. he pushed down the urge to make a crude comment when he looked past her and saw flloyd watching them, clearly uncomfortable about how close his girlfriend was to him. being the little shit he is, vinnie smirked at flloyd before leaning down and whispering in y/n’s ear.

“did you miss me this morning?”

rolling her eyes and ignoring the way her heart fluttered, she kneed his leg, making him grunt lightly but continue laughing.

“no, actually. i woke up this morning with a smile on my face, knowing that i wouldn’t have to see you today.”

“aww..” he frowned mockingly, “so you didn’t like my surprised appearance?”

“no, i didn’t.” she looked over her shoulder, about to walk away.

“so you didn’t have fun?”

y/n scoffed, “nope.”

“was it the movie? you aren’t a fan of the whole harry styles fanfiction scene—“

“no, vinnie, it’s not the fucking movie! maybe it’s the fact that you and hazel decided to leave me alone to go fuck in the room next door.” she spat.

“why don’t you like hazel?”

“it’s not that i don’t like her, it’s just… she and i are completely different people and sometimes people don’t mix well.” y/n stated materoffactly.

“so… is that why you don’t like me?”

y/n laughed, putting a hand on her chest. “you, hacker. i have many reasons not to like you.” vinnie leaned down to whisper in her ear, catching a glimpse of the three flowers she had tattooed there.

“i may not be perfect, but neither is your boyfriend.” he stood back up, pressed against the wall as if nothing happened.

“what is that supposed to mean?”

“it just means…” he leaned back down, breathing against her ear. “maybe you should ask him what he left for last night…”

and with that, he broke free, as if he was faking being pinned down the whole time. she stood there, flabbergasted. spinning around, she watched vinnie strut away; momentarily turning around to look at her.

“oh, nice tattoo by the way!” vinnie called to her, before walking out the door.

y/n gulped and joined her boyfriend again. “everything okay?”

“yup.” she flashed a fake smile at him, feeling his lips against her hair as he kissed her head.

she didn’t notice while it was happening, but now that she’s no longer touching vinnie, her whole body broke out into flames. it was as if static was coursing through her veins and her limbs were going haywire. her face felt hot and she couldn’t feel her toes, trying to hide it from flloyd who stood beside her. the way she felt when vinnie came in physical contact with her was almost sickening— like being strapped in on a rollercoaster for too long.

“i like your necklace.” flloyd mentioned, noticing how nodded off his girlfriend was. she felt her neck for the diamond choker she was wearing and smiled back at him.

“why, thank you. it did come from you, after all.” he looked her down, about to say something scandalous when roman bursted through the doors. he wore a button up with nothing under it and a pair of gym shorts.

“you’re late.” y/n remarked, looking down at her paper.

“am i late? or are you just early.” he wore a goofy grin, clearly forgetting the fact that the girl wants nothing to do with him. after she rejected his eye contact, he looked over at flloyd before dabbing him up, as all ‘bros’ do.

“has she talked to drake at all?” roman asked flloyd in a whisper.

“not unless she has to.”

“is she still pissed at me?” he muttered to flloyd, not knowing that she could hear him.

“yes, yes i am.” her eyes never left her paper.

“oh, come on, it was ten days ago!”

she dropped the clipboard on the table and walked up to him. “exactly. it was ten days ago, and i’m gonna be just as mad as i am right now, in ten years. i will be just as mad as i was ten days ago, even when i’m old and dying, you know why? because what you did was uncalled for and hurtful and that makes you a really shitty person in my eyes.” her jaw was closed tightly as she breathed in his expensive cologne.

“i’m sorry for destroying your jacket, okay? i didn’t know-“

“not only did you destroy it—“ she cut him off, “but you stole it.”

“what?” he looked at her, confused, before looking back at flloyd who was just as immersed in her words as roman was.

“you heard me.”

“i didn’t take it!”

“please, roman, i looked everywhere and it’s gone. look, i don’t even care anymore, it already happened so just stay out of my way and everything will be fine.” y/n turned around and grabbed her clipboard.

“go grab one.”

roman walked over to the pile of clipboards and picked one up, his posture slouched as if he had just been called to the principals office.

“anyways….so, babe, is fudge okay?” flloyd questioned. everyone knew that the two were dating now. flloyd had called drake that morning and told him the news, which he took much better than they thought he would.

“yeah, drake likes fudge.” the two of them scribbled down the bakery they decided on purchasing from and y/n copied down the phone number.

“here—“ she unclipped her paper and gave it to roman. “everything underlined is what you are in charge of. copy it down so you don’t forget.”

roman’s brown eyes scanned the paper, “where’s the booze?”

“there is none.”

“excuse me?” he spoke, offended. “it’s his twenty fifth birthday, and he’s not getting drunk.” he jolted his shoulders as if to defend his case.

“i’m bringing liquor, but it’s nothing stronger than hard lemonade—“

“for crying out loud—“

“i’m not having my recovering addict of a brother drink, roman.” her eyes locked with his, menacingly. he immediately hushed and continued to write down the snacks he was supposed to bring.

after exchanging everything and messaging josh, max, and katie the details, y/n grabbed her purse before walking up to roman and giving him one last warning.

“if drake shows up with so much as a drop of something in his system, i will make sure that you live the rest of your life miserable. bring him clean and sober.”

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8:17 AM

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

new tweet from zach!

@ ZACHDREAMS

HEY YALL! QUICK REMINDER TO COME STOP BY AND SUPPORT @ y/n AT HER FIRST EVER MEET UP! THE WHOLE GANG WILL BE THERE, SO COME SAY HI! 💯🦄

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8:44 AM

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new tweet from y/n!

@ Y/N

to all of you who are attending the meet up at the park today, just a reminder that we will be serving snacks and beverages for you guys! i will see you all in a few hours! 🤍🥺

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replies;

@ userone: OMG I CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU

@ usertwo: no because that’s actually so sweet and i’m jealous :(

@ userthree: it’s gonna be PACKED 👀

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“are you going to be okay while i’m gone?” y/n asked, perched up against the mirror in her bathroom. she continued smoking out her eyeliner before dropping the tube on the counter and looking over at flloyd.

“yeah, i’ll be fine. i think i’m gonna go meet with your brother. he fucked up one of the wheels on his skateboard.”

“of course he did.” she scoffed, applying some nude lipstick to her lips. “you should really talk to him, you know..”

“i will. on his birthday.” y/n wet her brush and dipped it into her powdered highlight. “i’m just waiting for him to give me a real apology, flloyd.” she spoke, dabbing some highlight onto her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. she wore an oversized, black iron maiden t shirt and some black fishnets. the shirt was so big that she wore it as a dress.

“you have shorts on under that, right?”

“yes, flloyd.” she rolled her eyes, jokingly.

“no jacket or boots?” he stared at the leather flats she wore. “nope. it’s a new era, babe!” y/n smiled.

“okay.” flloyd shrugged and walked away. y/n felt her phone buzz on the table and opened it up to see a text message from mo.

♡︎💌🤍Mo🤍💌♡︎

holy fuck y/n

what? what happened?

stop i’m gonna cry, what happened, mo!?!

mo??

*image*

“oh my god— FLLOYD!” she called out for her boyfriend and slid off of the chair she was sitting in.

“what’s wrong? did no one show up?”

“it’s the exact opposite, actually..”

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“i can’t fucking breathe, zach.” y/n held a paperbag up to her mouth as she hyperventilated.

“stop it! you’re fine, i promise.” he knocked the bag out of her hand as they stayed seated in the back seat of the car. “look it! hundreds of people are all here for you.”

“it’s too many people, zach. i didn’t think that people would show up, i thought maybe a hundred tops, not six hundred!”

“umm… girlie, i think that’s more than six hundred.”

y/n groaned and threw her head back, taking deep breaths. “i’m not cut out for this.”

“look, your boy toy already called kelsey and she’s bringing a whole security crew with her. honestly, you should fire martha and benji and have kelsey work for you instead.”

“fuck, i told him not to call her! you know how embarrassing that is?!”

“oh, yeah. real embarrassing that you’re so popular and need help keeping fans off of you.” zach mocked. quinn knocked on his window, signaling for zach to roll the window down. “it’s all set. kelsey has guys on each corner and mo is on the gazebo waiting for you.”

“does she have the merch?”

“yep.” quinn nodded. he tapped the top of the car with his hand and walked away towards the crowds of people.

“you ready?” zach looked over at her. his blue eyes searched for answers within y/n’s. taking a deep breath, she nodded and followed him out of the car. his dark green and red flannel was buttoned all the way up and he wore black jeans. the sun hit y/n straight in the eyes. “here.” she looked up, blocking the sun with her hand, and saw zach wearing sunglasses and giving her a pair.

“thanks.”

they made their way to the park, and were immediately met with crowds of people, leaning up against gates. it was loud, not because of them screaming, but just because it was so many people talking at once. they all immediately quieted down as they saw y/n approach, she could hear their shush’s. her heart melted.

she assumed that they all knew that she was nervous. she was pretty open about her anxiety with her fans, often making tiktoks joking about it and such. plus, mo told them all that she was nervous, but y/n didn’t know that.

she heard people say her name, desperately and softly. she approached the first gate and smiled. there were so many faces and behind every face was another one.

holy shit.

“hiii!” y/n softly spoke, almost as if there was a baby sleeping nearby. everyone broke out into small hellos and squeals at her words. some where even crying.

“how are you guys?—wow, there’s a lot of you.” she chuckled, standing on her tippy toes to see all of the people in the back. she waved at the back of the crowd as people giggled at her reaction.

before she could say something, she was cut off by a very blunt “i love you!”

her eyes widened, before closing shut as she laughed. “i love you too, okay! this is really crazy so forgive me for being a nervous wreck right now, and i’ll see you guys at the gazebo, okay? i love you!” zach grabbed her arm and led her to the park where everything was set up.

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after walking by and seeing everyone lined up outside the park, she finally made it to the set where mo, kane, and fred (mo’s brother… not the ex.) were. stepping up the steps, zach followed after her.

“you made it!” mo gasped, opening her arms and giving her best friend a hug. mo wore a hawaiian button up shirt and a jean skirt with her hair up in a ponytail, the blue streaks of hair framing the sides of her face.

“this is crazy, i’m gonna cry.” she frowned, her eyes watering with happiness.

how are this many people here for little old me?

“don’t, you’ll mess up your eyeliner!”

there were cardboard boxes filled with merch everywhere and a backdrop with a camera sat at the back of the grand gazebo. there were tables set up with pizza boxes and cupcakes and coolers full of drinks.

“i don’t even know if we will have enough stuff for everyone!” mo exclaimed, watching y/n look around the area. she spotted a group of fans watching her and waved at them. they all went into a frenzy, making everyone laugh.

“hi guys!” she cupped her mouth to yell back at them. after they replied, they called out a question.

“IS ZACH HERE?!”

laughing, y/n grabbed zach by the arm and dragged him up the stairs so they could see him. “yeah! he’s here, let me get him! zach, say hi!”

“hi!” he yelled. some girls in the group yelled louder for him than for y/n. one even shouted “we love a gay icon!” which made y/n almost tip over from laughing too hard.

while they finished setting everything up, y/n spotted kelsey and quinn laying down blankets for people. the idea of the event was for it to be a small picnic for fans to talk to her and ask her questions before she unveiled her new merch.

“kelsey?”

“oh, there you are!” kelsey smiled and wrapped her arms around y/n. she wore a black sports bra and leggings with a jacket, and looked like she had just gotten from the gym.

“hey! i’m so so sorry that you had to come out here—“

“oh, no! don’t be! i couldn’t believe that i wasn’t invited!” y/n’s stomach dropped, feeling bad for not inviting the british girl. “but, these guys are great at what they do and they are up my ass 24/7 so if you ever need them as some extra security, feel free to ask me!”

“thank you so much.”

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“okay! this is so crazy and i’m really nervous, um…” people cheered, some shouting stuff while others just hollered. “wow, i um…i love you guys a lot and i just want to thank you all for coming! whether you know me from my tiktok or from zach’s vlogs, or maybe you don’t know me at all and are just here because zach is here.” someone in the far back yelled, making y/n giggle. “um, but, either way! i haven’t done a meet and greet like this, and i wasn’t expecting this many people, so seriously, thank you so much for coming.”

“STEP ON ME!”

y/n’s eyes widened and she shouted back a reply. “umm okay!”

the fan make a scream so loud that it sounded like they were dying, making everyone laugh. a traumatized mo turned her mic on, “okay, please never yell like that ever again.”

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“okay, so this is the q&a portion of the meet up, so everyone can get to ask the wonderful y/n havok, some questions.” moriah spoke as she walked around the stage. “down there is my boyfriend kane, wave hi kane.”

kane waved and looked around at all of the people. “he’s on the right side and on the left, over here—“ she pointed at fred, “is my brother, fred. no one say hi to him, he’s a dickhead.”

the crowd laughed and some shouted hi to him anyways. “if you have a question you want to ask y/n, just raise your hand and either kane of fred will hand you a mic.”

y/n sat on a chair, on the edge of the grand gazebo and looked down at all of the hands that went up. she chuckled anxiously. “i’m nervous.” she spoke into the mic.

people in the crowd awed and laughed. once kane picked someone, he handed them the microphone. it was a girl with straight, short black hair and big framed glasses. she had super bright, red lipstick on and was trembling.

“um.. hi! i um.. im—“ y/n frowned in adoration. “it’s okay, take your time!”

the girls eyes lit up after hearing y/n speak to her. she looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. “okay, um. my question was, what would you say to someone who wants to get started on tiktok?”

y/n’s lips went tight as she thought. “mm, what’s your name?”

“roxi!”

“roxi? okay? hi roxie! yeah, um, just by the way, when you guys ask questions, make sure you tell me your name! i love learning your names and trying to remember them, because y’all are basically my friends, right? so i need to know your guys’ names. um, anyway!” she gripped the mic, her nails were clear with small flowers on them and her thumb was raised so it didn’t muffle the sound.

“i would say, just do it! just, ya know, start off filming whatever you enjoy doing and figure out what sticks for you. you’re gonna have a hard time starting, i know i did, but once you figure everything out and gain a following— even if it’s a small following with like a hundred followers— just interacting with them and finding out what they like about you and your posts can definitely help when you want to grow online. just listen to your followers and do whatever makes you happy. don’t do something only because your followers want you too, it’s important that you like what you’re doing as well.”

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“hi, i’m asking this question for my daughter, who is too nervous to ask you.” a lady in her late thirty’s with blonde hair spoke. she stood next to a girl who couldn’t be any older than fourteen. she was crying and her face was all red. the audience awed, including y/n.

“awww, don’t cry! we’ll what’s her name?”

“here, honey, you can say this!” she held the microphone up to the small blonde girl.

“melanie.” the girl spoke, making everyone gush over her.

“aww, what a beautiful name!”

“um, melanie wanted to know which powerpuff girl you relate to the most.”

tapping her chin, y/n though. “well, i would probably say blossom because we are both very caring and somewhat leaders, yet we can both be very badass whenever we need to be. i love that question!”

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“i’m not sure um, if you will be comfortable answering this..” a brunette with a large ponytail and blue lipstick, spoke into the mic. “but uh, oh, my name is simone by the way!”

“hi simone.” y/n sipped her water.

“hi! um, we were all wondering, i think, about the whole scandal that happened a few weeks ago. so, could you maybe explain what happened?”

well shit.

y/n knew people would ask, but she wasn’t prepared to answer.

“um—“ she cleared her throat and nodded, “yeah! so, i had a really bad day and was given the opportunity to go clubbing with a girl who i’m not really even friends with and i definitely don’t hang out with them anymore, but, uh… anyway! i was really drunk, and yes i’m only twenty, so please do not tell the police on me.” she joked, biting her lip. “and um, all of my young baby’s here! do not, and i repeat, do not drink until you’re twenty one, please. i’m an awful influence. but uh, i was really drunk and this guy started dancing with me and he grabbed up on me and kissed my neck, but that was as far as it went. um… i saw a lot a rumors saying that he r worded me, and that he is married and has kids, and honestly, im not sure if he’s married but, he kept asking if i was sure and he didn’t seem like a bad guy— but the whole situation is really tough, because even if he’s constantly asking me for consent, i was way past the point of being able to properly give it. so, um.. for all of the people here, i seriously advise you guys um, to always go to party’s with friends and to not touch someone when they are under the influence. just, please don’t, because they really aren’t able to properly make decisions like that. so, yeah, i’m fine! and i’m so sorry that that video was posted and i wish it never happened but, hey! im sure a lot of you guys wouldn’t be here if it didn’t happen, i mean, i gained a lot of publicity from it which is crazy but.” she smiled. “yeah, im okay and i love you guys.”

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“hi! i am a huge fan um, my name is becka and i was wondering what you think your worst flaw is.” an older brunette woman with glasses spoke.

“hi becka! my worst trait would probably be that i’m very sensitive and emotional and it can lead to me acting out when people don’t understand my emotions. i also procrastinate a lot.”

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“hi, queen! i’m david and my question was, how many siblings do you have and how come you never really post with them?” a boy with a bowl haircut asked.

“um, i— oh, hi david! i almost forgot to say hi, um, i have an older brother and his name is drake. he boxes and is in school.” she lied.

sure, he boxes, but he dropped out of college a long time ago. she just wasn’t sure how to tell them that he brother may or may not be a part of an illegal boxing ring.

“wait!” a fan yelled. “i thought you had two siblings?”

“no? i only have drake, why? who said that?” y/n asked the crowd, watching as multiple of them shouted “drake”.

“drake tweeted it.” david spoke into the mic before handing it back to fred.

what the fuck?

“guys, drake’s an idiot, don’t listen to him.”

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a blonde girl with a braid and a floral dress on, grabbed the microphone from kane. “hi, i’m renee. and i love you so much, and i just want to thank you for everything and i was wondering what food you’ve been craving recently?”

“you are so welcome, renee, i love you more. i’ve been craving tacos recently, and i’m not sure why!” after they finished up the questions, y/n announced that they were all going to be given merch and that some of the people would be picked by fred and kane to model the merch for her store. while quinn handed out free hats to everyone, y/n, mo, and zach got the photoshoots ready.

“y/n? so this is the group i picked for the ladybug crewnecks.” kane walked a group of five girls up to her. two of them were super tall, two were shorter, and one had achondroplasia. they were all completely different from eachother and were excited to meet her.

“hi guys! so mo will help you all with the sizes, and you guys can get changed into it behind the backdrop, where no one can see you. we set up a little den back there with a curtain and everything! don’t worry, i have bodyguards back there who will kill anyone who dares to enter.”

she learned their names and spoke with them before they went and changed into her crewnecks.

“you guys look amazing! what the fuck?!” she bowed down to them as zach began to take their individual pictures.

“also, you guys get to keep these, since you’re all such amazing models.”

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6 photoshoots later, y/n was finally onto the last item; the ladybug sweatpants. fred walked up to her with a group of four girls. “hello! what’s your guys’ names?”

“i’m valerie!”

“mary.”

“hi! my name is cat.”

“i’m dani.”

“okay, valerie, mary, cat, and dani! you guys have got the job of rocking these adorable sweatpants! they have a neon ladybug on the front and my name on the side of the leg. it’s cute isn’t it!?”

they all nodded and complimented the sweats. “i made sure that they were plus size and petite friendly, for my girls with dump trucks and my girls with small booties.” they all laughed, before getting measured and assigned pants by mo.

after getting fitted, some of the girls twerk tested it before posing for their pictures. once everyone was finished, they all left to go get snacks and wait for y/n to walk around and take pictures.

i’m fucking exhausted.

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y/n couldn’t help but wonder about the box she buried beneath the sand she sat upon. she remembered exactly where she buried it and was continuing to save it for a moment when she really needed it. she remembered what kelsey told her about how special the crystal was. how powerful and helpful it can be.

“some roses for my rose.” looking over, she saw kane hand mo and bouquet of roses.

“aw, baby! what for?”

“for being you.” kane gushed, kissing her temple before meeting her lips. y/n went quiet. she felt alone.

she wasn’t sure if she’d ever find someone who would make her feel as seen as kane makes moriah feel.

“y/n?” mo asked, rubbing her shoulder. “you okay?”

“yeah! yeah, i’m fine.” they watched the sunset as the waves of the ocean crashed. after ending the event, they all went out for dinner and decided to take pictures of the sunset.

“come on, what’s wrong?” her pupils weren’t visible; the darkness of the sky draining her of her color and filling everything with a dull and lifeless grey— much like how she felt right now.

“i’m just… not sure i’ll ever find a love that that.”

“sure you will!” mo exclaimed, picking up her flip flops as she stood to her feet.

“you have flloyd!”

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[kiranatrix]

What Comes Out in the Wash

Day 1: Hair @deathnotetober

Characters: Light, L, Watari, & mentions of Sayu // Rating: Gen; platonic (or Lawlight if you squint) // Summary: L wakes up with a huge rat’s nest in his hair and Watari says ‘handle it yourself,’ so Light has to help.

Co-written with @resilicns

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Sleep was something that was becoming increasingly rare for L to achieve these days, and when he did, it could hardly be called restful. He’d spend those few measly hours tossing, turning, kicking, and just squirming in general. When he slept on his own, this was hardly an issue, but now that he was sharing a bed with Light, things were getting a bit complicated.

L grunted quietly, pushing his elbow and forearm down into the bed as he lifted his head up off of the pillow, resting on his side. Blinking sleep from his eyes, he gazed around the room drowsily, trying to desperately grasp for awareness, until his gaze landed on a mirror. He lifted his other hand to feel his hair, touching the knotted mess he had noticed in his reflection. His hair was almost comparable to a bird’s nest at this point. Grimacing, he lifted the receiver off of the phone on the end table, pressing the button mapped to dial Watari’s phone in his office. He held it up to his ear and sighed quietly.

“Watari? I need you to come to my room. My hair is in need of brushing this morning,” L muttered, wincing as one of his fingers caught on a tangle and yanked the strand in that brief instant.

“Apolog--” Quillsh had covered the receiver to try and mask his hacking cough but it still came through the line. “Apologies, sir. It seems I’m unwell. I wouldn’t want to infect you with whatever I have. It’s quite dismal.” He held the phone away to sneeze several times into a monogrammed handkerchief. “You’ll have to make do on your own today.”

L paled slightly, holding the receiver away from his face for a second to stare at it as if it had personally offended him. When he held it back up to his ear, he sighed quite loudly. “I suppose we’ll have to inform the task force that they have the day off, today. However,” he frowned, pushing himself up into a sitting position as he clutched the phone. “Who will brush my hair? Who will prepare my meals? Who will select my clothing?” While he knew the latter was not necessary, the panic in his voice made it obvious he wasn’t thinking clearly.

Light opened one eye to see what all the fuss was about, frowning as he glared up at L. He hadn’t even gotten to sleep until after 3 am because L insisted on bringing his laptop to bed, loudly clacking on the keyboard and munching on panda cookies. The clock on the nightstand said it was just 6:30 am. I’m expected to work on a measly 3 hours sleep?!

“Can you keep your voice down, Ryuzaki?,” he huffed while turning over. “I’m not getting up until 7 and that’s that.”

Quillsh replied to L, “Everything will be fine. You know as well as I do that all your clothes are the same, no selection required. There are cakes and fruit in the refrigerator, and instant coffee if you can’t bother with the coffeemaker.”

He sighed tiredly, barely able to muster the energy needed to argue with L. “As for your hair...no time like the present to pick up a brush and try it yourself.” It was really past time for L to do that anyway but it meant time not focused on work, and was thus always deprioritized.

L gritted his teeth, gripping his own hair in his hand as his anxiety spiked just from the thought of trying to brush it himself. “But-..!” He stopped himself, squirming and making the bed bounce slightly. He completely ignored Light, his attention entirely focused on the call. “…alright. My apologies for disturbing you. Please get some rest and take care of yourself,” he murmured, quietly saying his polite goodbyes before hanging up the phone.

He turned to face forward, glancing at Light out of the corner of his eyes. He stared at the younger man for only a few seconds, moving to the end table and pulling out one of his hair brushes. He took a deep, loud breath to try and settle himself in preparation. However, no amount of preparation could prepare him for the instant pain that followed one frantic and barely-effective brush through his hair. He immediately chucked the item away from himself, hugging his knees to his chest in defeat.

Light snickered into his pillow and looked over his shoulder. “That’s it? That’s all you’re going to try?” He turned over to face L, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Don’t tell me that the World’s Greatest Detective has been defeated by an eeeevil tangle,” he teased. He couldn’t help but rub it in a little after all the grief L had put him through lately.

L shot Light a bitter glare, his eyes slightly moist from the shock of pain. “It is painful, and I am choosing to avoid engaging in painful activities. I will just wait until Watari is well enough to brush my hair,” he huffed, averting his gaze. In truth, he knew his hair would only be even more impossibly tangled- potentially unsalvageable by the time the man was no longer ill.

“That is…” Light sat up and leveled L with an unimpressed stare. “...the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. It’s just going to get worse if you put it off, and who even knows if he’ll be better tomorrow.” He leaned closer to examine L’s bedhead and let out a low whistle. Somehow, in the span of just 3 hours of sleep, the back of L’s head had gone from normal looking (for him) to a mess of matted, knotted hair. “Ok, I’ll admit that is pretty bad. I think even your tangles have tangles.”

He looked from the chaotic labyrinth of hair to the discarded brush thrown in the corner. L’s going to be a miserable grouch all day if this doesn’t get fixed. That made even the prospect of having the day off seem unappealing given who he was chained to. Plus, every moment they weren’t working, he was denied the chance to clear his name.

“Let me take a crack at it.” He glanced at L, giving him a little shrug like ���why not?’ “It’s not like I can make it any worse.”

“You could still hurt me,” L muttered, glowering at Light. His expression was similar to a pout at this point, as if he was on the verge of crossing his arms and huffing.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Light sighed, still half-asleep. “I used to brush Sayu’s hair all the time when she was little.” Under his breath he murmured, “Anyway, you’d just tag on an assault charge onto my long list of ‘crimes’.’”

L hesitated for a moment before climbing off of the bed and retrieving the brush. Thankfully it wasn’t too far that the chain would cause any issues. He set the brush down in front of Light and sat down with his back towards the man. This is a terrible idea. However, if he goes out of his way to harm me, I can hold that against him.

Light picked up the brush tentatively, making a face at how overloaded with wiry black hair it was. “Hold on…it’s not going to do any good like this.” He pulled off the hair and dropped it from pinched fingers in the trash can beside the bed. “Ok, now we’re ready. Just...” He trailed off as he blinked at the back of L’s head-- specifically, the tumor-like protrusion of hair sticking out from the back. How could it have possibly gotten this bad?! Maybe I’m out of my depth here. “Um. Do you brush your hair every day, Ryuzaki?”

“Watari brushes it in the morning when it needs it,” L murmured, shrugging his shoulders indifferently. “He brushes it less now that I’m older.” Or now that he’s older.

Light fingered a few tangled tufts but didn’t pull, just surveying the damage to undo. “Have you...thought of using conditioner?”

L had to fight the urge to tilt his head, instead making a soft humming sound as he considered it. “No, I believe using soap for all of my washing is still the most efficient option. I see no reason that liquid soap is not enough to wash both my hair and my body.”

Light made a noise between a choke and a gasp, finally forcing out, “No...no, it’s...no, not at…” He sighed in exasperation, suddenly understanding why they were here. Closing his eyes, he said calmly, “After I untangle this, I’m washing your hair with shampoo and proper conditioner, got it?” He counted to ten and opened his eyes. Well, nothing to do but get started.

Carefully, he focused first on brushing the parts that weren’t tangled (or not as badly) to get a sense for the thickness of L’s hair and how tender-headed he was. Light knew that probably even a normal tug or the slightest discomfort might end this endeavor; he had to tread carefully. “This would be easier if you sat still and stopped fidgeting.” He placed a hand on L’s shoulder to try and keep him in one place, but quickly pulled back in case he’d overstepped.

L stiffened up slightly, biting his lower lip. However, instead of pulling away, he mumbled a quiet apology and did his best to keep his body still. He continued to fidget with his hands, rapping his fingers on his knees as he sat there, flinching occasionally when Light pulled too hard for his comfort. In truth, none of it was comfortable, but the man’s touch was surprisingly bearable. He wasn’t nearly as harsh as he had expected he would be, and it seemed as if he was adjusting to L’s reactions. “If you insist,” he mumbled, huffing quietly.

As Light got closer to the epicenter of the tangle, he started to sweat a little. Wait, is that--? Finally he had spotted the catalyst for the rat’s nest. A half-eaten lollipop was embedded and wrapped up in L’s hair, with the stick poking out at a jaunty and infuriating angle. “Ryuzaki…” He touched the stick, wiggling it slightly. “Did you happen to be eating lollipops in bed last night?”

A deep shade of red bloomed in L’s cheeks, travelling far enough to peek around his neck. “...no,” he mumbled, his tone incredibly sheepish as he blatantly lied. He couldn’t stop himself from squirming now, staring down at his hands as he shifted on the bed. He knew Light would be able to tell, but some small part of him felt embarrassed enough to try and hide it.

Light leaned to whisper in L’s ear, “Liar.” He gave the stick a little tweak. “The evidence speaks for itself, detective.” He laughed and shifted on the bed, reaching for a bottle of lotion in the nightstand. “This calls for desperate measures. That brush isn’t going to help at all,” he said, tossing it aside. “Not until I get that lollipop out.” With Sayu, he’d once used peanut butter to get some chewing gum out of her hair but really anything oily would do. He settled behind L again and squirted the lotion on his fingers, working it into the knots. “This might hurt a little but you don’t want to walk around with candy in your head do you?”

“It certainly sounds like a convenient carrying solution, freeing both of my hands to do work,” L muttered, his lips twitching faintly in amusement at his own joke. His breath hitched and he hissed quietly in pain as he felt his hair being tugged. “Ow...” He whined, his hand twitching briefly with the urge to reach back and swat at Light’s hand. “Be more gentle..!”

“Sorry,” Light mumbled. “Got a little too focused.” He slowed down his pace and methodically peeled away the hair from the sticky candy, nose wrinkling at the unappetizing gloops of lotion and red sugar coating his fingers. But, it was working! Bit by bit, knot by knot, the lollipop finally came free.

“Got it!,” he said triumphantly, holding up the mangled sucker. It was odd how satisfied he felt. Maybe it was because L only complained half a dozen instead of three dozen times, but he was all smiles as he showed it to L. “The accused stands before you. How do you judge?” He giggled and held it over the trash.

L was shaken and tense by the time Light was finally finished. It wasn’t that the man had hurt him- no, the process was quite painless after the first few tugs. However, he kept expecting pain, anticipating it, even though it never came. Once the man was done, he relaxed, staring at the candy. For once, he didn’t have the urge to shove the sweet into his mouth (although that may have been because of the hairs protruding from it).

“…guilty,” he mumbled, plucking it from Light’s fingers and dropping it into the trash can. He reached back to touch his hair, immediately grimacing at the unpleasant texture of melted candy and lotion mixed with hair. “…I suppose I’ll be needing my hair washed after all,” he muttered.

Light frowned a little that his joke had flopped, but what did he expect? “You’re welcome,” he grumbled as he got up off the bed to the length of the chain. “Come in the bathroom then and I’ll wash it in the sink. Need to wash my hands, too.” You don’t deserve my nice hair products but that’s all we’ve got. He’d be damned if he’d use liquid soap like L usually did. Just the thought made him shudder, rattling the handcuff chain between them.

L followed Light into the bathroom, shedding his shirt in the process to avoid it getting wet. He unclipped his end of the chain to remove the shirt completely, immediately latching the chain back on after. “How should I stand?” He stared at the sink in mild confusion, unsure of how to wash his hair in a non-shower setting.

“Over there,” Light gestured with his chin, “until I clean myself up.” He maneuvered around L and turned the water on with his elbow, scrubbing furiously until all the melted lollipop and lotion swirled down the drain. Why am I bothering to help him? I should have just left it there and taken the day off. I need one.

He dried his hands and grabbed his shampoo and conditioner that his mother had brought him from home, purchased from his favorite salon. The sleek bottles only reminded him of how much he needed a haircut, of how much he’d taken for granted all the little freedoms like that. The reflection looking back at him in the mirror-- bangs hanging in his eyes, wispy strands long enough to tuck behind his ears-- reinforced it. L may be a mess but so was he. The realization didn’t help his mood any.

He gave L a cold glance and pointed to the still-running warm water in the sink. “So...just stick your head under the faucet.”

L glanced back and forth from the sink to Light for a moment, as if unsure of what to do. He then moved closer to the sink, leaning down and hesitantly pushing his head under the water. He immediately jerked back when some ended up in his ear, an uncharacteristic squeak escaping his lips as his face scrunched up. He tilted his head, shaking it as if trying to get the water out. His hands rest on the sink, gripping it tightly to keep himself upright. Once he had calmed down, he took a deep breath and put his head under again, this time keeping it there as he closed his eyes.

Light crossed his arms and shifted his weight to one leg. If L couldn’t even stand the water, a molecule of soap in the man’s eyes would send him through the roof. “Hold on, I’ll get a chair and you can just lean back.” He went to do so but the chain tugged him back sharply. How many times will I forget? I’m anchored. “Um, can you release the chain for a moment? I’ll be right back.”

Much to his own surprise, L reached out without even hesitating, unclipping Light’s end of the chain. “Be quick. I think I can feel it hardening,” he murmured, grimacing as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He wanted to cooperate, he truly did, and he could only hope that was coming through in his actions and words.

Light blinked as the chain thunked to the bathroom floor. He did it? He stared at the coiled chain like it was a dead but still dangerous snake before snapping to attention and heading into the bedroom. It had been over a month since he’d felt 360 degrees of freedom but he couldn’t enjoy it, even though he wheeled L’s office chair into the bathroom slower than necessary. He felt a little shaken that his first instinct had been to run, but why? What did he have to run from? I’m innocent…

“Sit here and lean back so your head’s in the sink.” He rolled up a fluffy towel and placed it on the edge of the counter. “That should make it more comfortable.” He added drily, “Don’t worry, I didn’t stuff any razors inside.” Not that I’m allowed any. A few months ago he’d been the top student at To-Oh and now he was playing hairdresser with a man who wanted to execute him.

L didn’t bother grabbing the chain again, wanting to give Light more space as a gesture of appreciation for what he was doing, since he couldn’t really find the words to verbalize that feeling. He nodded and sat down in the chair, leaning back and resting his neck on the towel. His face scrunched up slightly in discomfort as he tilted his head back, suddenly made very aware of how stiff his neck was.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “I trust you.” Of course, that’s partly because it would be too big of a risk for him to try anything right now, but I also don’t think he’d want to…

Light arched a brow at that lie and squeezed shampoo into his hands. “Sure.” Trusts me when it’s convenient for him. He avoided looking at the chain, not wanting to remind L in case he forgot. I know he didn’t forget.

L’s face was as unreadable as ever so he just got on with it, lathering L’s hair into fragrant suds and taking care that no soap got into the man’s wide-open eyes. The smell of grapefruit and sandalwood in the bathroom started to make Light relax, the tenseness falling from his face. After a few minutes, he couldn’t feel any more sticky candy embedded in L’s hair and rinsed it clean. “Alright, sit still. Conditioner’s next.”

The feeling of Light’s fingers massaging his scalp was incredibly relaxing for L. He did his best to keep his face impassive, forcing himself to focus on the feeling of wetness on his forehead, but, eventually, even that wasn’t enough. By the time Light was rinsing his hair out, L’s eyelids were heavy and his expression incredibly relaxed. Most of the tension that was normally present in his body was gone. “This…feels nice,” he whispered, blinking slowly as he stayed still for the man.

Light couldn’t help but smile faintly at the praise. It was gratifying that he’d done well, even at this insignificant task, when it was for his harshest critic. His mood lifted considerably-- maybe this day wouldn’t be a wash after all. Wash, pft. He snickered to himself and turned the water off, then smoothed the conditioner in L’s hair to the ends.

Tilting his head, he said, “Your hair’s longer than I thought.” When wet and not fluffed up by frizz, it looked almost twice as long.

L’s body felt almost loose at this point, and part of him wondered if he would slide out of the chair. Even the feeling of Light barely pulling on his hair was soothing by now. A faint smile curved his lips as he closed his eyes. “That makes sense. It’s been a while since Watari last trimmed my hair. I’m not very fond of the sound of scissors so close to my head.”

“Now we wait. Five minutes and then rinse.” Light glanced down at his watch and leaned against the counter. This might be an awkward five minutes.

L shifted his legs, letting one stretch out and dangle off of the chair. “I didn’t expect that this would be so…pleasant. You’re very good at this, Light,” he mused, his relaxed state loosening his lips ever so slightly.

A little heat rose to Light’s cheeks. “Uh...thank you. I guess I have my sister to thank for that. I was her babysitter for years and her hair gets tangled easily, too.”

He smiled when a funny memory sprang to mind. “One time she managed to get a whole package of modeling clay stuck in her hair and I had to scrub for an hour to get it out before my parents got home from dinner. When my Mom noticed it was gone, Sayu told them she ate it.” He laughed to himself, remembering the horrified looks on his parents’ faces. “Of course, we fessed up before they called poison control.”

L’s lips twitched for a moment before he burst into laughter, holding his hand up in a failed attempt at covering his mouth. His laugh shook his entire body, a big grin forming on his face. When was the last time I laughed like this? Have I ever? I can’t recall feeling this good before now. “That- that’s quite impressive,” he managed to say after a few seconds, starting to calm back down and catch his breath. “What was she trying to do with the clay? Style her hair?” He chuckled, opening his eyes to look up at Light.

Seeing L smile was surprising but when the detective laughed, Light was shocked. But that laughter was infectious and only made Light giggle harder. “I think she was trying to make some kind of space helmet? Who knows, she was only five then,” he said between chuckles. I miss her. I wonder how she’s keeping up with her math homework. His laughter faded away.

He looked down at L, a thoughtful look on his face. “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you laugh and mean it.”

L’s expression softened, turning thoughtful and slightly sad. “Yes, I suppose it is. I haven’t laughed like that in a long time.” He sighed, stretching out his arms for a moment as he averted his gaze. “I guess that’s just something else you’re good at, hm?” He arched a brow, smirking a bit in the subtle, mocking way he usually did. However, there was no malice to his tone. Instead of attacking Light, it seemed like he was attempting some good-natured ribbing, as if between friends.

Light blinked and gave L a puzzled smile, waiting for the barb to come. Unexpectedly, it didn’t, and he wasn’t sure what to say. L being nice was as strange as L laughing.

He glanced down at his watch anxiously. “That’s five minutes.” He turned on the warm water and rinsed the conditioner from L’s noticeably softer hair. Any residual tangles came loose immediately when he combed his fingers through it and he started to get curious about how it would look when dry. “Alright,” he said, turning off the water. “All done. Your tangles are a thing of the past.”

He turned his back to L to dry his hands on a fresh towel. “I guess it seems like a waste of time to use the conditioner but it saves time in the end for brushing. I can give Watari the information if you want me to.”

L shifted in the seat, looking over at Light with a contemplative expression. He sat there in silence for a few seconds, just staring at the other man until he finally spoke. “I suppose you can. That would be nice. But also, while we’re sharing a living space…if you wanted to- ah- do this more frequently…I wouldn’t protest.” He averted his gaze and cleared his throat loudly.

“Wouldn’t protest?” Light turned around sharply, feeling annoyed at L’s assumption. The words ‘I’m not your servant!,’ hovered on his parted lips but died there when, somehow, he saw L clearly. The man was too proud to ask directly for what he wanted. They had managed to connect in a way that wasn’t only detective and suspect, jailer and prisoner. Light had felt it, too, and he craved kindness after his long isolation, this ongoing tense situation.

He watched L for a moment and quietly said, “Alright, but no cuffs when I do it.” He smirked and added, “And no more lollipops in bed.”

“I agree to the cuffs, but I can’t make any promises about the lollipops,” L joked, smiling as he sat up and pulled the towel over his head. He picked up the chain, staring at it for a second or two before clasping it onto Light’s cuff. However, instead of immediately pulling away, his hand lingered on the man’s wrist. “…thank you, Light,” he mumbled, the sound barely a whisper as he lowered his gaze and pulled his hand away, standing up straight.

Light grinned and tossed L a towel since the man was dripping water everywhere. So it didn’t kill you to say it after all.

“You’re welcome.”

[bigsnzstanacct]

I would love to hear more about the Slab and Tiny characters or the dad sneeze couple!

Wellllllll first off, randomly I stumbled across the tweet that inspired Dad Sneeze Dads (they gotta eventually become dads, right? I am sort of thinking they foster and eventually adopt older siblings, like maybe 4 and 8 when they come into each others lives, and also maybe one of them was in foster care and/or adopted at some point? But the non-horny story points are admittedly fuzzy).

Anyway, I saw someone tweet this:

and that has lived rent free in my head ever since until it eventually manifested as the Dad Sneezes (eventual) Dads. In the little drabble I wrote about them (“Nap”) I think I called them Paul and Marcus but in honor of this random poster who inspired this perhaps I will call them Paul and James. Definitely sticking with the idea that Paul has these horrible tormenting buildups and false starts that culminate into a sneeze well-worth all the preceding drama (and the worse allergies of the two) while James has these sudden eruption sneezes that are so vocal and harsh and almost yelled (like HEYYYY-SSHHHHAAAWW!!) and while he’s generally somewhat sneezy/sensitive nose, besides a few triggers and getting generally sneezier when he pollen count is high, he doesn’t have allergies like Paul’s that can have him sneezing in fits on and off until he gets away from whatever’s making him sneeze. He does however catch at least one or two horrendously sneezy colds a year, that feel like the tickle doesn’t leave his nose for three to four days straight, he feels like he’s on the verge of a sneeze the whole time but only occasionally does it sharpen to a red-hot point and instantly catapults two to five sneezes in a row from him (and his rare cold sneeze fits get louder and stronger and harsher with each sneeze, like he’s intentionally leaning into it to blast the sneeze out.) Haven’t settled on how they look yet but I imagine both are pretty big and stocky and hairy, James probably Black and more of a classic bear type with more fat all over and Paul somewhat more of an “otter” type. But all that is subject to change, just kind of what I’m loosely envisioning now.

I gotta think about more options for Tiny and Slab, I really do like their dynamic but I kind of haven’t fleshed out their world/setting yet so it’s tough to figure out their contexts. I do find the idea of them covering for each other’s allergies/sneezes VERY hot. Like Slab is having a bad allergy day and he’s barely holding it together and everywhere they go all day Tiny goes in first and does a sweep for anything that will set him off. Or like Tiny signals to Slab across the room he’s having nose troubles, maybe at some big fancy fundraiser (what if they throw fancy fundraisers?? Honestly what if Jamie and Paul do too??) and Slab just smoothly takes Tiny’s place in whatever conversation he was having while Tiny disappears to deal with his itchy nose that was ready to blow the whole party down… yeah. Something about the transfer of responsibility that is both eroticized in a d/s-ish way AND performed in a simple emotional caring way really gets to me. I may have exaggerated their d/s dynamic, or at least how common it is, a bit. But it’s definitely a game they play, and sometimes even on purpose on days when they know one or both of them in going to have an itchy, sneezy day. Also, haven’t decided what makes Tiny sneeze most often but slab DEFINITELY has pet allergies. The tinier and cuter the dog/cat/whatever, the more allergic Slab is to it, just because I loooooooove the idea of a huge man absolutely reduced to an itchy watery sneezy mess by the tiniest lil creature. Slab’s also the more sensitive to scents/perfumes of the too, while as I mentioned Tiny is pretty sensitive to spices, including pepper. Maybe he’s also one who sneezes when he eats spicy food (which, of course, he loves to eat).

[tarnishedxknight]

Basch hoped that their twins would grow to have some of the traits of both their parents. That was part of the excitement for him, getting to watch them grow each day, and as Wanda had said, it would be amazing to see how each of them develops into their own little person. He could not have agreed more with her on that point. They were at the start of a very long and hopefully rewarding journey with their new little ones, and Basch could barely contain how happy he was about it.

"Aye... It has gotten to the point of me marveling at every small thing they do. Even a sneeze of theirs brings me to tears sometimes," he said with a soft chuckle. "We've made... two new people, my love. I am still trying to wrap my head around the magic of that." And there was something about how innocent they were, that they needed his or Wanda's help for the smallest of things, that made him so happy to be there for them and to make sure all their needs were met. He was glad, not bothered, to have so many responsibilities with them.

Basch was very humble about what he'd done for them early on, while Wanda had been ill, however. There hadn't been a choice in the matter. The babies had needed immediate care and Wanda had needed time to recover, and so he'd had to do all that needed to be done to make sure the family was held together until Wanda's health improved. TO him, that wasn't being an incredible father, it was simply doing what was needed. "Their father needs them to..." he said softly. "They helped me just as much while you were ill. Had it not been for these two little ones being wonderful distractions for me, I would have done naught but sit and brood over your condition. They kept me moving each day."

Adelia suddenly whimpered and squirmed, seemingly on the verge of crying. Basch looked down at her as she lay against his chest. "Aw, what happened? Is your papa talking too much and not letting you sleep?" he asked, gently rubbing her back. Adelia responded with a hefty, full-body sigh heaved against him as she settled back down again. Basch glanced at Wanda, smiling. "I believe I have been silenced," he whispered.

The question of whether or not to remain at the compound, however, was one that needed addressing. Basch wanted to know where Wanda stood on the subject. If she wanted to stay here, where they had duties and friends, then that was fine with him, but if she wished to relocate... "I have been thinking the same, aye," he agreed, still trying to keep his voice down so as not to disturb his dozing daughter. "Perhaps it is time for us to have our own abode. Somewhere to call our own and raise our children." It was a lovely idea, to settle down somewhere. A dream he never thought he'd ever have.

“Basch my love. Our little angels need some dad cuddles!”

"Do they? Then I am happy to oblige them," Basch replied. It had only been a couple weeks since they had moved back into their shared room from the med bay. Wanda was still recovering from the birth and her infection, but she was doing well enough to be released. And their twins... had miraculously been born strong and healthy, despite Wanda's condition.

Oh, it had been a whirlwind of emotions for Basch and his love, but now they had their little ones, safe and sound, and were navigating the challenging yet rewarding aspects of being new parents. Basch... could not have been happier. This... was his dream life, to be a father, to have a woman at his side that he loved deeply, and for them all to be a family together. He did not feel worthy of this beautiful life he'd been given, but he would treasure it nonetheless.

His love was out of the woods, as they say, and his children were healthy. What more could he ask for? For a moment, things had looked so bleak that he felt his heart beginning to shatter, but somehow the gods had seen fit to let Wanda and the twins live. And now they had two wonderful babies. A boy and a girl, both more perfect than he ever could have hoped for. He was a father, and he could scarcely believe it. It had been a dream he'd thought unattainable until Wanda had given it to him, and he would forever love her for that.

Basch went to Wanda's side as she stood by the babies' cribs, lifting their son into her arms. He reached for their daughter, treating her with gentle, loving care. "Ah, there is my little princess..." he cooed, lifting the tiny infant against his chest and shoulder. He cradled her against him, one arm supporting her while the other hand protected her head, turning to smile at Wanda as he did so. At first, he'd been so afraid to hold either of the babies, lest he harm or drop them, but he'd quickly gotten over those nerves. Now he'd do anything for them, no matter how messy it was, no matter what time of night... it didn't matter. He was a devoted and hands-on father, wanting to do everything he could for his children and to help Wanda with parenting them.

"You look radiant, love..." he said, smiling at Wanda as he gently bounced with his daughter against him. The baby nestled against him, understanding at her young age only as much as her father being a large and warm person she was happy and comforted to be embraced by. Basch lowered his head to kiss his daughter's own wispy head of light brown hair, his eyes still on Wanda. Everything he'd ever wanted was in this room with him right now... and he was going to protect and love them with everything he had in him.

[pigeonp0st]

could u do nat taking care of r when r gets sick (pretty please i beg of u)? preferably lots of cuddles 🥺🥺

idk i just love soft!nat 🥺

Natasha Romanoff x Reader #5

Words: 1,689

Warnings: none?

Notes:

I didn’t really like how this one turned out but i’ve finally decided that staring at it in my drafts with disappointed isn’t gonna make it any better...so here it is. Thank you for requesting, and sorry for spelling mistakes. Hope you enjoy!

———

It started with a cold. Just a couple of sneezes, a runny nose, and a sore throat...the usual.

It started out with you trying your best to hide it. Hide the sickness. That plan went under the moment Natasha heard you sneeze during training... she had you confessing to your sins much too quickly.

Suffice to say she immediately kicked you out of the training area with demands to take some medicine.

So she was the first to realize that you were sick, and she was the first to realize you were getting worse instead of better. She’d pester you endlessly when you wouldn’t want to talk about it, and watch over you like a hawk.

It was sweet, but you also didn’t think it was necessary. You were sure you’d be fine in three or so days.

How wrong you were.

When you wake up with a 103° fever for the third day in a row it has you layed in bed for the whole day groaning about the inequalities of the world, and begging Natasha not to get a doctor for the 100th time.

You were fine. Totally fine.

Natasha watches you with a mix of amusement and concern from the corner of the room and suggests, gently, that maybe you’re not.

You peak over your covers to glare at her in something like betrayal. “I’d be fine if you’d stop pacing and come cuddle with me.”

She seems to think about her options for a long moment and right when you think she’s going to reject you she relents with a heavy sigh and gets into the bed.

She’s so blissfully cold it has you snuggling into her side immediately, both to warm her up and use her as your own personal ice pack.

“You’re burning up,” Natasha whispers, but she pulls you closer to her—like somehow if she’s close enough she can absorb some of your pain and make you feel just that little bit better. “If your fever rises even a little bit we’re going to the doctors, okay?”

She’s concerned and worried, and even though a stranger fussing over you is the last thing you want you know you have to give her this.

As soon as you nod your head in agreement some of the tension seeps out of her body, much to your relief. As ridiculous as it is, you’re worried about her worried about you—if that makes sense.

“Around 100,000 people died from the flu in 2019,” Natasha mumbles against your forehead. She adds quietly after a moment, “just in case you were wondering.”

You were not wondering. What the fuck.

“Nat...that statistic is mostly old people.”

“Yeah,” Nat agrees, “you’ll be fine.”

And despite your body's protest, and how much of a pain it is to pull away, you do, just so you can give Natasha an incredulous look so she knows just what you think about what she’s doing right now.

Her face is unexpectedly vulnerable when you see it. She isn’t trying to bother you...she’s just…she’s worrying herself crazy.

“Nat,” you sigh, ready to embark on the most comforting and articulate speech you can think of, but a sudden fit of coughs has you turning away hurriedly to muffle your face in a pillow.

When your lungs finally decide to stay in your body for now, and Natasha stops rubbing your back, you’re too tired to try and comfort her, so instead you mumble, on the verge of sleep, “if I die; just know I love you.”

Which, in hindsight, probably doesn’t help much.

But she doesn’t sound worried when she replies, just exasperated and fond. “I love you, too.”

———-

When you wake up again it’s to a bunch of kisses and beautiful red hair.

“Stop attacking me,” you grumble, trying to push her away, but you're not able to hide your smile. God, you love your badass (soft) girlfriend.

“Look who's not dead!”

Remembering your last words to her before you went to sleep has you finally opening your eyes and giving Nat a sheepish smile. Oops. “Look who really wants to get sick…”

“My immune system is stronger than yours,” Natasha scoffs, shoving both your medicine at you and a bottle of water.

“Asshole,” you mumble, moving to open the medicine bottle only to get stopped by a hand on your wrist. “What?”

“You need to eat first.”

Thus, starts the trip towards death.

————

“Oh my god, how much farther is it…”

Your fever is finally down and back to safer levels so naturally Natasha has insisted that you’re able to go to the kitchens yourself and sit outside to eat.

You need fresh air, she said.

The room is getting stuffy, she said.

It’ll be good for you, she said.

What a fucking devil.

“You’re literally the most dramatic person to ever grace this earth,” Natasha tells you for only the millionth time since the journey began. “Maybe if you stopped sliding against the wall and crawling on the floor like you got shot three times we’d get there faster.”

“Maybe if you’d help me—”

“I tried! But apparently i’m ruining your image.” She rolls her eyes when she says that, then turns away to grin like she thinks you won’t notice.

You’re a whipped idiot who's decided to make a complete full of yourself and waste what little energy you have just to get your girlfriend to laugh, and to prove to her that you’re doing better.

You’re definitely going to regret this later, but now, in the moment; This is totally worth it. No doubt.

————

Wanda is in the kitchen.

As soon as you see her you straighten up and stop leaning on the wall (and limping). Natasha laughs next to you when she notices.

“You’re doing better, Y/N?” Wanda asks, glancing over you before returning back to the soup she’s making. For you. She’s making soup for you.

You adore her. She’s your favorite person, she’s—

“Not your girlfriend,” Wanda interjects, amused, “and doing this as a concerned teammate, and because your girlfriend asked.”

“Yes, well I love you anyways. Your cooking has gotten very good,” you say, shooting her a grin while you practically bounce to the dining chair, in stark contrast to the way you were dragging yourself down the halls.

Natasha does a good job at trying to not look confused, but she clearly is. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Wanda informs her before you get the chance to.

“Favorite person for making you soup?” Natasha asks once Wanda’s done relaying your thoughts. She narrows her eyes at you then. “Not the person who has been taking care of you since you became an avenger, not the person who—”

“It’s very good soup, Nat.”

“Very,” Steve agrees from the living room.

Natasha sighs, takes a sniff of the soup, and resigns herself to the facts she’s faced with. “Yeah...it is.”

——-

“Close your mouth,” Natasha orders, tapping your chin. You listen, waiting patiently for the beep of the thermometer to signal it’s done.

When it does, Natasha pulls it back to study it. There’s a small lapse of anxious silence before Natasha reveals the results. Then...“Ninety-Nine. You’re officially a healthy woman.”

And with that, you’re finally free of the bed rest and able to walk the halls as a newly restored human being.

“I’m free,” you shout, tackling Natasha onto the bed and kissing her all over her face, completely overjoyed. “Natasha, I survived!”

You survived. It only took an exhausting week. When your fever went down a couple of days ago it spiked to 105° a bit after and you were sure you were going to suffocate in Natasha’s worry because of it. You had to go to the medical room...it was awful.

But now Nat laughs, and laughs, and then pulls you into a tight hug to stop all of the kissing. She seems to be unburdened and lighter now that she finally has the numbers she’s wanted.

“Loving you as much as I do is really just living in this constant state of worry and fear,” Natasha says when you’ve both settled down. “I do not like things being out of my control,” she admits, kissing the crown of your head. “Especially when it involves my heart.”

“Your heart,” you repeat, curious. “Is that what I am?”

“Ignoring the worry and fear part?” Natasha teases, quirking an eyebrow.

“We both know those feelings are accompanied with a multitude of good and beautiful emotions. I feel them too.”

Natasha smiles then, soft and gentle, and full of admiration. “Yes.”

You tilt your head. “Yes...what?”

“Yes, you are my heart. Or at least you feel like you are.”

At that, with a determination and seriousness that visibly shocks Natasha you say, “i’ll protect it. I’ll protect myself, and because you're mine also, I'll help protect you. Always.”

“Always,” Natasha agrees, her fingertips trailing across your cheek. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Yeah,” you mumble, embarrassed suddenly, “of course.”

————

“Are...are you serious?”

Natasha scowls into her tea and says nothing in response. This is fucking hilarious.

Your lovely girlfriend doesn’t seem to think so because the second she sees your face struggling not to laugh she begins glaring at you. “Don’t,” Nat warns. “Don’t you fucking dare—”

“I seem to recall you saying, and I quote, ‘my immune system is stronger than yours.’” You grin. “Oh how ironic this is.”

“I’m not sick—”

“Aw, but baby, the amount of tissues on the floor seem to be saying otherwise,” you gesture towards the growing pile, feeling absolutely no sympathy until Natasha glances at the pile with a sigh of defeat. She looks so small and sad covered in her pile of blankets...it simply won’t do. “Don’t fret, my love. I will take care of you, just as you took care of me,” you assure her, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

“First things first,” you tilt her chin up, “i’ll get Wanda to make you some soup so you can take some medicine.”

“I hate the world,” Natasha grumbles, mumbling some curses in russian.

“I love you, too.”