#and Yes i do feel yucky sick thank you for asking.

[bitchfitch]

hnnngh we've hit 20k.

[russellsppttemplates]

husband!driver FaceTime you to check in and finds you exhausted because your newborn was fussy all night, and you're worried he's getting a cold. He feels guilty because you're alone with the baby. The next update he gets is when you call because the baby got a temperature high enough the pediatrician thought it was better to go to the hospital,making he rush home to be with both of you.

Tw: baby is sick

"Did she keep you up all night?", George asked over the phone, seeing your dark circles and puffy eyes, "yes, she was fussy and kept coughing, bless her. Every fifteen minutes or so I'm taking boogies out of her nose with this contraption thing", you showed him the device you had insisted you wouldn't need when you bought it, "but we're making do. Your mum said she wanted to visit, and I said that me and Olivia had a rough night, and she said it's more the reason to visit us", you smiled gratefully, "I'll see what I can do here. Let me know if anything happens, okay, my love?", he said worriedly, "I will, bub. Say bye bye to daddy, baby girl", you waved her small hand to the screen.

The day had been okay, given the circumstances. When Allison arrived, she was quick to usher you to bed so you could have a nap, "I love you, dear, but you look like you've had better days. Go get some sleep while I take care of her, okay?", and Olivia had enjoyed cuddles with grandma until the late afternoon, "I think she has a fever, here are the meds", you noted, pushing the liquid in the small oral syringe and into your daughter's mouth, "I know it's yucky, my love, but it's what's going to make you better", you pouted, laying her again on your chest as you tried your best to comfort her.

"It's George", his mother said as she picked up your phone, "can you get it for me, please?", you asked while you patted Olivia's back, hoping she would burp after being fed without putting it all outside like the last time, "hey, darling, it's me", Allison said, "Hi, mum, thanks for helping out. How are my girls?", he asked, "Y/N is a little bit more rested, and Olivia is spiking up a fever, Y/N just fed her and we're waiting on the paediatrician to see of we need to go to the hospital", she said, "we just finished the presentation now, I spoke to Toto and he said it was fine for me to miss the dinner, I'm trying to get on a flight, I'll let you know what I can do", he mumbled, shuffling some things around, "George, we don't know how if we have to go- oh, now we do. She's saying it wouldn't hurt to go, so we're packing up and going", you noted, "I'll let you know how it goes".

Packing everything, you and Allison went to the hospital with Olivia, waiting to be called while in conversation with some of the other parents, "it's some bug that's going around, this is my third and I already know how this goes, doesn't make it less scary though" one of them conforted.

You were waiting for the prescription to be printed when your husband walked inside the room, "I'm sorry, hi, Dr. Millen, how are you?", George greeted, looking at Olivia resting in your arms and kissing your forehead, "Hi, Mr. Russell. She has a cold, and after a massage and some little aspiration, she'll be good a new with these medications", she explained.

Walking home, Allison volunteered to drive the car while you sat on the passengers' seat, "and you'll be better now, won't you little one? Toto said that daddy can stay home with you and take any meeting that comes through his laptop. Besides, everyone will be happy to see you", he doted on his daughter, "you know I'm home too, right? I can keep her for the meetings", you reasoned, "and miss Mick turning into goo the minute he sees her? Absolutely not!".

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[delusionalwings]

Congrats on the 400 followers, you totally deserve it! ^_^ Could I please have Levi, Belphie, and Beel hcs for a MC that really struggles to keep a job because of physical and mental health issues and feels worthless because of it? Not because they're extroverted or like doing it, the exact opposite actually, but because they feel like a burden. Feel free to make it as yandere as you want!

thank you! i hope you have a good week ahead!

― synopsis -> with a darling who struggles to keep a job because of health issues and feels hopeless.

― characters -> leviathan, beelzebub, belphegor

― gender neutral reader

― headcanons

― warnings -> yandere content, manipulation (levi and belphie), mentions of being violent (belphie)

BEELZEBUB

If you insist on your desire to work despite everything, he lets you have your way albeit with a pinch of salt. He gets a job at the same place to keep an eye on you. Owing to his physical capabilities, he does the work of two people to cover you without your having to ask. You can see it that they have kept you there only because they do not want to displease the Avatar of Gluttony. You could be absent and nobody would notice... Just like always.

If you confront him about feeling useless and how you don't want to be dependent on others, he looks sad. It's not you he is disappointed with, but with the general state of things.

"But it's not your fault that you can't work... Why are you forcing yourself? You don't actually need to work! I can take care of you, you know...."

You don't enjoy it, not being able to work, not being able to assure your closed ones. The desperate look on your face doesn't elude him so he picks you up and goes somewhere private.

"That's it! I don't want to see that expression on your face ever again. I was always against you working. Don't worry I will provide for you. You will never go hungry, I promise."

You can't really deny him when he looks so crestfallen and sweet. He wants what's best for you so perhaps you should indulge him.

If you decide to disagree with him, he tells you that you're too weak to think straight. You shouldn't be working. He's sorry that he has to do it but he can't see you getting hurt.

He keeps you locked in his room with Belphie coming to check on you from time to time while Beel is away for work. He truly didn't want to do it but he has no other choice.

LEVIATHAN

Eh? Ehhh?! Whaaa-?

W-Why do you want to go to work?! No, don't leave him!

Is it... Is it because you just hate him so much that you can't stand being in the same room as him? O-Or maybe you despise him so much that you would rather make yourself sick than spend time with him?

Why are you doing this to him? Do you even worry about what will become of him if something happened to you? Especially with how weak you are?

Yes, yes, it hurts for you to think right now so why do you go ahead and do stuff that makes you feel that way?!

What do you need? Money? Food?

He will buy you whatever you want! Once he knows exactly what you want. Tell him more, he's all ears. He wants to know all there is to know. There need be no privacy when you two are together! He promises to never force you to eat junk so let him take care of everything!

What? A sense of accomplishment? You enjoy work? You want to be independent, to feel like you're worth something?

Boy, does he feel you only too well?! Well, he is a work in progress himself. You take care of a gross, yucky otaku and you do it so well that one would think you were born to do it. Isn't that rewarding? Doesn't that make you feel like you have a purpose?

You made him want to live. How cool is that?!

So please continue staying in his dark, gloomy room, lit solely by numerous screens and keep doing your good work with him! That's all the work you need to think about!

BELPHEGOR

Why are you crying? Oh, so you got fired...

Well, bad things are waiting for your former place of work, for sure. They dared to make you cry.

Also, why are you putting yourself out there like that? It's the third time this month and destroying businesses behind wraps can be a tiring ordeal for the Avatar of Sloth.

You don't really NEED to work. There are demons out there who would kill to lead your lifestyle without having to lift a finger. So can't you cuddle with him and call it a day? Maybe you should stop worrying your little head over it.

Not everyone is meant to do everything. You should accept it and let it go. If you pondered over every difficulty that crossed your path, you would become mad.

There's only so much defiance that Belphie will tolerate. If he thinks your condition is deteriorating, he shows his true colours and locks you up in the attic. The idea of you working amused him at first but now he hates your absence and the poor state of your health. He's too tired to deal with the complaints so he would rather cut the problem at the root and not let you leave his side at all.

You are allowed to rest so you should be grateful for that privilege. What would he not do to lead your life? Alas, he has to work to take care of you only to come back home to more of your complaints and foul mood. Do you think that is fair for him? No, it isn't. But do you see him complaining and running away? No. He comes back to you every day.

[bloomingflowersthings]

That’s how she knows

Author’s note: Yayy! I’m back!! Finally got some time to finish my fics!! thank you for your patience <3

Pairings: WandaNat, WandaNat x toddler!reader, WandaNat x child!reader

Warnings: crappy enchanted-inspired title, tooth rotting fluff, WandaNat family, two redheads finally getting to be happy.

AU! where Wanda and Natasha are dating!! (no vision, srry). Wanda had the twins billy and tommy using ~magic~ and natasha adopted a baby from the red room when she took it down.

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Natasha and Wanda were trying to start a relationship. They just worked well together and loved each other deeply. However, they were taking small steps because of their kids.

Wanda had twin boys, Billy and Tommy, who were 7 years old. They were well behaved, easygoing, smart kids.

And Natasha had you, a girl adopted by her from the red room. When she took dreykov’s scheme down, Yelena surveyed the area to find people that could’ve gotten hurt in the process. But in one of the rooms she found a newborn baby, who had probably been kidnapped from her family to be the youngest widow on training. The blonde called her sister panicking, and Natasha didn’t think twice. You were her baby.

Two years have passed since she brought you home and you were turning yourself into a confident, strong and funny little girl. And the black widow was turning herself into a mother.

The boys knew about her mom going on dates and they were supportive of her, and you were too young to really understand what was going on, but you really liked Wanda and the boys.

Natasha wanted to take a step further and ask Wanda to be her girlfriend, but something was keeping her from doing it. She was so used to living alone with you that she couldn’t really see how things would work if she lived with Wanda.

How it would be like to build a family?

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Today was being a slow day. It was saturday, which meant Nat didn’t went to the compound and you also didn’t have to go to daycare. You were sleeping in late, which was unusual but the widow wasn’t complaining, that way you were sleeping more and she could prepare breakfast for the both of you calmly.

As she was finishing cutting some strawberries, you came to the kitchen in your PJs and with teary eyes.

“Mama… I feel yucky” You whined, rubbing at your eyes.

“Sweetie, what happened?” Your mama walked over you to pick you up. “Oh my, you’re burning up!” She said, laying her hand on your forehead.

You sobbed quietly and burrowed your face on her neck.

Natasha was heartbroken. You were always bubbly and happy and it was obvious that you were feeling awful. She never had to deal with a sick kid before so she was nearly panicking. How could she take care of you properly if she had no idea of how to do it?

“Hhah'ktshi! Hki'tshiew!” You sneezed down your little hands, facing away from her. The redhead was glad that you were polite even if you were still really young.

“Aw, bless you.” She said, while reaching for a tissue from the box that sat at the countertop to wipe your nose.

Suddenly, her phone ringed, prompting you to whine quietly, the sound of the ringtone making your head hurt.

“Shh… it’s okay.” She sat down on the couch, holding you while picking up her phone.

Shoot. It was Wanda. You had agreed that you’d go on a date with her and the kids at the movie theater. But looking at the flushed toddler on her lap, she understood that movie night had to be postponed.

“Hi Wands!”

“Hi Natty! I’m just calling to confirm our movie night today? the boys are really excited about it!” The witch said happily.

“Darling i’m sorry, I don’t think we’re going to be able to-“

“Hhh'ishiew! Eiiishiew! hhii’eshhiew!” You sneezed, wincing at the pressure caused on your sinuses.

“Bless you! is that Y/N?” She asked worriedly

“Yes, she just woke up and she’s miserable Wands, I have no idea of what to do, I never cared for a sick kid before, what should-“

“Sweetie calm down.” Wanda cut her girlfriend from her ramblings.

“I know it’s scary when our babies get sick. I’ve been there. Right now i’m gonna need you to pack a bag, and come over to my house. I’m gonna help you take care of her.”

“Oh Wands, I don’t want to be any trouble for you, I can figure something out.” Natasha said, not wanting to be a burden to her girlfriend.

“Nat, let me help you, I love you, I love Y/N and I want to get her to feel better, and I also want to be here for you, I don’t want you to be alone in this.”

She loves Y/N… that made Natasha smile for the first time that day.

“Okay darling, i’m coming, thank you so much!”

“Don’t mention it! See you soon”

Hanging up the phone, Nat tried to get you to lay down on the couch so she could gather your belongings. It took a while because your fever made you clingy, but you eventually calmed down, falling into a light sleep.

After packing your things, Natasha picked you up carefully, enveloping you in your favorite blanket.

“Hh-h'ktshi! H hheh'tsh!” You sneezed softly, rubbing at your itchy eyes.

“Hey princess, I need you to stop rubbing your eyes, your gonna hurt them okay?”

You nodded, coughing slightly and Nat winced at the sound of your congested chest.

“Do you know what? we’re visiting auntie Wands, isn’t that cool?” Your mama asked, trying to cheer you up.

“Play date?”

“Yes, like a playdate.”

“Yaaay.” You cheered tiredly.

Nat smiled at your cuteness and got the both of you in the car, buckling your seatbelt and draping your blanket over you.

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“Boys, I need to talk to you!” Wanda called out for the kids, who were playing in the backyard.

“I didn’t do anything, I promise!” Tommy said as he ran over to his mom.

“Your not in trouble silly, I just want to talk.” Wanda chuckled.

“Is everything alright?” Billy asked, giving his mom a side hug as they all sat at the bench in the balcony.

“Well, not really… I just called Nat to confirm our movie night, but Y/N is sick so they’re probably not going.”

“Wait, but she’s okay, right?” Billy asked, worried about you.

“She’s not doing too well buddy, but I think it’s just a cold.”

“Aww, if she’s sick we’re also not going mom, I wouldn’t have a lot of fun thinking that she’s not feeling good.” Tommy said, frowning at the thought of the sick toddler.

Wanda brushed her hand through her son’s hair, proud of his actions. “You guys are so kind.”

“Mom, can we visit her?” Billy asked. “We could make her company.”

“And you would see auntie Nat!” Tommy added, winking.

The witch laughed at her son’s antics. “Guys, I actually told Nat to come over to the weekend. Y/N has never been sick before and Nat was really nervous so I thought we could help.”

“Mom, that was a great idea!” Tommy smiled.

“Yeah, we promise we’ll behave and be the best doctors!” Billy said.

“Thank you for being so understanding, I’m really happy with you both.” She said, hugging the twins.

“Does that mean we’ll have extra ice cream for dessert?” Billy asked.

“Hmm… I’m going to think about it.” Wanda said, getting up as the doorbell rang. “Now go and play, Y/N is probably sleeping, if I need any help I’ll just ask the best doctors in the city.” She winked.

With that, the boys began to run around the backyard again.

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At the front door, there was an anxious redhead with a clearly distressed kid clinging to her. You were flushed and shivering in your sleep, and Nat just looked shaken, Wanda had never seen the both of you like this before.

“Hey guys, come in.” The witch said, while grabbing the backpack from her girlfriend’s back, in a attempt to get some weight from her.

“Thank you so much Wanda, you’re the best.” Natasha said, pulling the ginger into a hug.

“No problem darling, come on, let’s sit down.”

As both women sat on the couch, you were laid in between them, with your head on Wanda’s lap.

“Tsk poor thing, you’re not feeling well huh?” Wanda said, rubbing circles on your back as you whimpered in your sleep.

“She fell asleep in the car but I think her temperature has risen.” Your mama said, looking anxiously at her girlfriend to see if she had any ideas to get you feeling better.

Placing her delicate hands on your forehead and cheeks, the witch stated: “Natty, I think she’s a bit too warm for my liking, can you grab the thermometer on my bathroom cabinet?”

The widow quickly got up to retrieve the device, afterall, she had been to Wanda’s house enough times to know where she kept things.

“I got it.”

“Kitten, can I get your blanket for a moment?” Wanda asked, running her hands through your beautiful curls. You nodded, if you weren’t so out of it you would have asked her why she wanted your blankie, but right now you just didn’t have the energy to do so.

At the sudden loss of warmth, you started shaking more noticeably, earning worried looks from both women.

“Try and stay still princess, I promise it’ll be quick.” Your mama said as your auntie placed the thermometer in your mouth, hugging you tight.

“39.2, I really don’t like this fever Natty.” Wanda said as the device gave it’s verdict.

“Oh goodness, what should we do?”

“What about you give her a shower? try to lower that fever so we can properly feed and medicate her?” She said, moving you to your mama’s arms.

“That’s a good idea, what bathroom can I use?”

“You should go to my room, it’s more comfortable.”

“Ok, I’m going.” Nat said. “Hey bug, we’re going to take a nice shower now okay?” She cooed, entering Wanda’s room.

As the witch searched for some medicine in the cupboards, the twins entered the kitchen, slightly out of air because they were playing tag.

“Hey mom! where’s Y/N?”

“Hi boys, she’s taking a shower, why don’t you do the same? you’re kinda sweaty.”

“Okay!!”

The boys ran upstairs to shower and Wanda finally found the bottle of medicine. She gathered everything that she could need, like tissues and the thermometer and made her way to her room.

Entering the bedroom, Nat had already finished cleaning and dressing you. The witch approached the chair where Natasha was sitting with you on her lap. Your shivering decreased noticeably and you weren’t as pale as before, but you were still quiet and looking miserable.

“Hey princess, are you all clean?” Wanda asked, kneeling down to your level.

You nodded and made grabby hands, signaling the witch that you wanted to be held by her.

She’s so precious. The woman thought to herself as she picked you up, raising her hand to your forehead to feel that your fever wasn’t as high as before.

“She adores you. Whenever we go out she keeps talking about you.” The redhead stated, giving a kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek.

“Aww, is it true Y/N? do you like me?”

You hummed in agreement and started caressing her ear, something that you only did to your mama. For some reason, you trusted Wanda and you could feel your mama’s happiness whenever she was around.

“Let’s go prepare lunch? I bet you’re hungry.” Wanda asked the redhead.

“I’m helping you.”

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While the two adults were preparing some lunch, you were sitting on the couch with the boys, watching finding nemo. It was peaceful, until your nose started tickling.

“Hehh…”

“Don’t cover with your hands.” Billy alerted, making you lose the need to sneeze. He got up and brought the tissues for when you needed them.

“If you need to sneeze, try to cover with these, ok?”

You nodded and gave him a thumbs up. Nat and Wanda smiled at each other, admiring the way that you got along well.

“Hh-“ The tickle returned and you didn’t got enough time to pull the tissues, prompting Tommy to use his super speed to help you.

“Heh’iishioo! Hu’tshhiew! Hhheh'tsh!” You sneezed down the tissues that the boy used to cover your nose.

“Bless you.” The boys said in unison. “I’m going to wash my hands.” Tommy added.

“They’re so cute.” Wanda whispered to Nat not wanting to interrupt the interaction.

“The boys are so precious, they get it from you.” Nat purred, making the other woman blush.

“Guys, food’s ready!” Wanda announced, prompting you to make your way to the table.

Everyone sat down to eat and you got secured in the high chair that Wanda had in the house just for you. Nat finished eating quickly so she could feed you.

As she started spoon feeding you, your throat started hurting a lot. It was like there was a thousand needles prickling you. And it made tears fill your eyes. However you were well educated, so you forcefully swallowed the soup, making tears fill your eyes.

“Ow…” You whimpered quietly, crying at the pain that you felt.

“What happened baby?” Nat asked, catching the tears that rolled down your cheek.

“Hurts…”

“Don’t cry. Where do you hurt?” Wanda asked, holding your hand.

“Mom, her throat must be hurting.” Billy said.

“Yeah, that’s why she’s so quiet.” Tommy added.

“Is that it sweetie, your throat hurts?”

You nodded, sobbing quietly.

“Let’s try to eat a little bit more? Can you try that?” Your mama asked. You hadn’t eaten all day and she couldn’t give you medicine on an empty stomach.

You shook your head no. You were exhausted and feeling yucky and you didn’t wanted to eat or take medicine.

“Y/N, what about this, you try to eat a little bit more, and take your medicine like a brave girl, and when your fever lowers I can give you a popsicle. Would you like that?”

You nodded slowly.

“If you’re too scared we can take some medicine so you see it’s not a big deal!” Tommy offered.

“That’s so sweet, but it won’t be necessary, medicine is only for sick people.” Nat thanked the boy, messing with his hair.

You ate a little more and the boys cheered when you took your medicine without complaining.

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You guys had a peaceful afternoon, with the boys playing legos with you and the both women just chilling and chatting. However, with the eventful day you had, you were starting to get sleepy. Noticing how tired you were, Wanda spoke up: “Hey guys, how about we call it a day? I bet you’re exhausted.”

“Yeah, I’m kinda tired.” Billy admitted.

“Okay, Nat, i’m just going to put the boys to slee-

“Mom, how about aunt Nat put us to sleep?” Tommy said, wanting some more time with the redhead.

The witch looked over at her girlfriend, who had the biggest smile on her face.

“Of course I can put you to sleep! I’d love to!”

With that, the boys kissed Wanda and you good night and made their way to the bedroom along Natasha.

After tucking the boys in, Natasha sat in the middle of both beds, holding the boys hands until they’d fall asleep.

“Did you know that our mom loves you?” Tommy said, breaking the silence.

After processing what the boy had just said, Nat asked: “Did she say that?”

“It’s obvious that she loves you, just look at the way she looks at you.” Billy stated. “We also love you, and Y/N. Do you love us too?”

“I do boys. I love you guys and I love your mom.”

“So why you haven’t asked to marry her yet?”

Nat chuckled. “It’s not that simple guys, something like this would change our lives forever, and you’re really young yet.”

“I’d like that change…” Tommy said.

“I’d also like it, very much.” The redhead said, getting up and kissing the twin’s foreheads.

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Entering the living room, Natasha saw the most beautiful scene in front of her.

Wanda was rocking you so sleep, singing you a sokovian lullaby. You were already asleep in her arms, looking peaceful and happy.

That’s when Nat decided that she would love to get home everyday to this scene.

That she would love to put the boys to bed.

That she would love to always help Wanda cooking.

That she would love to see you growing along with the twins.

That this was her family. And she wanted to spend the rest of her life like this.

[kiankiwi]

A Stomach Bug for the History Books (A bit gross):

Summary: You have a really bad stomach bug while Elvis has to play a show. You end up getting worse halfway through so Elvis storms off, fights with the Colonel to take care of you because that's what he does.

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"Daddy.... don't go." You're currently laying on a uncomfortable couch in the green room of the International hotel, grasping Elvis's hand for dear life as you try to fight off the nausea rolling around in your gut. Elvis had tried to call and cancel, he really did saying that you didn't feel well. That was an understatement; you were miserable. And Elvis hoped that the Colonel could see the pain all over your face. Elvis crouched down by your face and cupped your cheek in his hand, noticing how hot you were getting. "I'm sorry baby, I know you don't feel good. But daddy has to, my love. You got Jerry here to watch over ya though. You tell him anything you need and he'll get it for ya."

You sit up then and Elvis internally jumps, thinking you're just about to projectile vomit all over him but instead you snivel and open your arms for one of Elvis's signature bear hugs that you love so much. "Alright baby girl, try to sleep, daddy loves you so-oo-oo-oo much." He drags out the so as long as he can, procrastinating going on stage as much as possible. Elvis lingers at the door and he watches as you snuggle down into your blankets and dutifully close your eyes, trying so hard not to feel how yucky you're feeling.

You made it almost halfway through the show before you got even worse, your low fever had spiked so you were sweating feeling like a fireball was traveling all over your little body and you were hovering over the trashcan, adjusting uncomfortably every few minutes, waiting for the inevitable as Jerry rubbed your back telling you daddy would be there soon but that just made you cry even more.

"I want daddy!" You scream right before you finally gag enough to start vomiting. "I know, sweetheart. Daddy's coming I promise." Jerry eyes Lamar, silently asking if Elvis has been notified because they can't hold off not telling him for much longer. Even if the Colonel says so, if Elvis finds out it'll be hell to pay. Lamar just silently nods, yes the boss knows. Thank god.

Back at the curtain to the side stage, Charlie waves his arms frantically trying to get the King's attention. Elvis, already having a hint of an idea what this is about quickly walks over still singing all the while till the backtrack kicks in and the band makes up some riffs to satisfy the audience while he's needed.

"Is she okay? What's up?" Elvis asks, his heart picking up speed just thinking about how sick you already were. "She's gotten worse. She has a high fever and she's puking her guts up. Jerry's with her but she needs you. Needs her daddy." Elvis nods. "Talk to the Colonel." Charlie goes to talk to the colonel to try and cancel the rest of the show and figure out what to tell the audience while Elvis sprints toward the greenroom that you had laid down in but the Colonel beats him to it, blocking the door.

"No, no, no, you boy are getting back on that stage tonight! You need to finish this show, these nice people paid so much money, you owe them a good time, you hear me?!" Elvis bumped the old man with his chest, sending him against the door, gripping the collar of his shirt in his fist as he got right in his face. "You listen to me. Tonight I'm not money bags. Tonight I am a caregiver and my baby is sick." Just as Elvis said that, him and the Colonel could hear you getting violently sick on the other side of the door.

"You hear that? She's sick and she needs me so I don't care what you gotta do. I don't care how much money we're out, but I refuse to go out on that stage anymore tonight you son of a bitch now I suggest you get the fuck out of my way." The colonel eyed his client icily. "You're making a mistake talking to me like that, boy." Elvis stared at the ceiling, trying to reign in his anger because the last thing you need is to hear him yelling so close yet so far from you. "You son of a bitch, you know I don't need you. I don't want you and I don't need you. She needs me so unless you want me to throw you on your ass, I suggest you Get. Out. Of. My. Way." The Colonel smirked like the bastard he is and slowly stepped aside.

Elvis barged into the room to see Jerry barely holding things together. You had ceased vomiting for a minute and you were curled up in Jerry's lap sobbing and screaming for your daddy. "I want my daddy! Where's daddy!" Elvis slowly walked up to you so as not to startle you even more. "Daddy's right here baby, I'm right here. Let's go home huh? Let's get your icky butt home? You nodded, basically collapsing into his arms as soon as you see him.

"Please don't puke on me," You hear Elvis whisper as he looks around the room, trying not to move too fast, so as not to jostle you and cause you to get too dizzy. "Hey, Jer, can you grab her bag please?" He nods. "Let's go home, bug." Jerry murmurs to you as the three of you run to the the car that'll bring you home.

"Alright sweet girl. Just tap me if you feel icky again okay?" Elvis says as he holds you tighter against his chest as you clenched your eyes shut against his shoulder as he took you upstairs to your en-suite bathroom, stripping your sweat soaked clothes off and setting your tiny aching body on the closed toilet seat as he started the water for a bath. After a particularly bad cramp, you nearly doubled over in your spot, whimpering, "Daddy." Panicking, Elvis nearly launched himself at you, cupping his hand under your chin thinking you were going to vomit. You just groaned shaking your head no, you just wanted your daddy's comfort. And you wanted to regulate your damn temperature again.

"Oh sweets I'm so sorry. We'll get you some medicine for your tummy soon okay? But first we need to cool your fever down." Elvis turned off the faucet and gently put you in the tub, where you screeched at the coolness of the water. "I know, I know. Just a few minutes until you can get out though okay."

The intense stomach cramp returned and this time you lost control of it, causing you to scream and starting to sob again. "What? What baby? What is it?" Elvis asked, concern written all of his face because there was no reason you should be screaming. He didn't put two and two together until he noticed the water gets murky beneath you. "Oh sweetie," He cooed, lifting you up and draining the tub with his other hand. "It's okay, it can be fixed. Your tummy really doesn't feel good does it?" You pressed your face into Elvis shoulder, seeking comfort for your embarrassment. "It's okay baby, I promise, see all better." Elvis cleaned out the bottom of the tub and quickly finished washing you off, figuring you'd feel better once you were in bed with E.

He quickly chooses a loose set of pajamas, easy to take off in case you get sick again or too hot during the night and dresses you in it before returning to the bathroom to get you some medicine to help your very upset stomach. You start fussing at it even though you don't want to puke anymore.

"Please baby? If you take this, it'll help you feel so much better, hm? It'll only taste icky for a second. C'mon baby please." You shook your head and sealed your lips shut. "Mm-mm." Elvis sighed. "Okay, how about this, you take the medicine and I'll take you to get a new stuffy and a new movie once you're all better, huh?" You smiled and opened your mouth as wide as you could, liking the compromise. Elvis smiled. "Good girl!" After he gave you a glass of water to wash the taste out of your mouth, he gave you a big high five. "Proud of you little." You just tiredly placed your head on his shoulder. "Oh baby... let's go get you to bed, hmm?" You couldn't object to that.

You sat in Elvis's big bed as you watched him prepare for a night full of tears and puke. He lined the floor of your side of the bed with old towels, put a pasta pot on the nightstand table for you to grab and had an extra pile of bedding on two of the chairs in the massive master bedroom. Elvis sat next to you and took an extra bowl in his lap to teach you how to aim your puke into the bowl. "Okay ready, if you feel like you're gonna puke you lean over and you go blugh, nope don't tilt, keep it steady go bluehg," You giggled, copying the funny noise he made. "I go bleugh! " "Don't move it baby, keep it right in your lap, go bleugh," He smiled once you finally copied him but didn't tilt the bowl so it would spill all over you.

"Good job sweet girl. Good girl." Elvis laid down, curled around you. "How does your tummy feel now, sweet girl?" You took a minute feeling it out. "Icky but not bluegh icky." Elvis and you chuckled at the puke noise and he blew a raspberry into your nap, happy that he could hear your giggle again.

"Okay sickie, promise to wake me if you need me?" You nod. "I love you daddy." You said as you drifted off to sleep, your body exhausted from fighting off this sickness.

"I love you too sweets."

***

Wooooooo!! I think this one was super good! I hope you enjoyed! <3 see you soon @mooodyblue @plasticfantasticl0ver @ellie-24

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Allergies (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister Imagine)

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you like this one, and please remember to reblog and comment! As always, I love hearing your thoughts! @allthosedarlings This has apple picking in it, so I hope it counts for the halloween bingo!

Enjoy!

Apple picking.

It was a fall staple and you'd been excited about it since Jay and Will told you that you'd be going a few days ago. (You were mostly excited about the donuts and apple cider afterward, though compared to the actual apple picking.)

So, it was a little shocking to Jay that you were sleeping past 7:00. It was currently 7:45 and he had just gotten a text that Will was on his way.

When Will walked inside 25 minutes later, he was carrying a drink carrier containing two large coffees and a smaller drink for you.

"Where's munchkin?" he asked when he saw that Jay was just sitting on the couch watching the news.

"Still sleeping," Jay answered.

"Dude, it's past eight." He walked over to Jay and handed him a coffee.

"Thanks. And, I know it's past eight, but if she sleeps in, I don't question it. I'll give her fifteen more minutes and if she's not up by then, I'm gonna go wake her up."

"You think she's sick?" Will asked.

"She hasn't complained and we both know how she is when she gets sick."

"Stage five clinger right there."

"Exactly," Jay agreed.

***

Fifteen minutes later, Jay walked into your room to see that you were still in fact asleep. He had a fleeting thought to just let you sleep to your heart's content so that he could have some peace and quiet and just talk or watch the beginning of a movie with his older brother, but he knew he had to be a responsible adult and make sure that you were feeling okay.

He crouched down next to your bed and shook your shoulder gently.

"Y/N, Y/N, wake up, kiddo."

You rolled over and rubbed your eyes.

"Jay Jay?" you asked and Jay could hear the scratchiness in your voice. He hoped it because you had just woken up, but he knew he'd probably be proven otherwise.

"Yup, it's Jay Jay, kiddo. Are you feeling okay? I never have to wake you up on the weekends."

"I'm stuffy," you answered. "But we can still go apple pickin', right?" you asked worriedly and sat upright.

"If you feel up to it, we can."

"I do! I wanna go!"

"Okay, then let's get you up and get you dressed and get you some breakfast. Will's already here."

"Will's here?"

You quickly jumped out of bed and scampered out of your room.

"Will!" you exclaimed and he turned to look at you from his position on the couch.

"Hey! Good morning! How's my favorite munchkin?" he asked and patted the spot on the couch next to him.

"Good! We goin' apple pickin' today!"

"I know. But are you feeling good? You slept really long."

"Jay Jay already say-ed that and I telled him I feel good! Why you say-ed that, Will? Is it cause you a doctor?"

Will laughed. "I'm just making sure you're okay...and I might be able to help more because I'm a doctor."

"Y/N, I have your nasal spray, kiddo," Jay said as he came back into the living room and shook the bottle.

You shook your head and crossed your arms. "It's yucky when it gets my mouth."

"I know it is, but it will make you feel better."

You shook your head again, so Will decided that he'd be the better big brother and try a different tactic.

"Y/N, if you let Jay help you with your stuffy nose, I'll give you a hot chocolate in the car."

Your eyes lit up. You loved hot chocolate!

"You promise?" you asked and held out your pinky.

He hooked his pinky with yours. "I promise."

Then, Jay crouched on the ground and gave you two squirts of nasal spray, and told you to sniff between each squirt.

Once you were done, you had one more request. And it would help get the yucky taste out of your mouth. "Breakfast please."

"And so begins the day," Jay said to Will. "C'mon, kiddo. Let's get you some breakfast. You wanna pour the cereal and then I can pour the milk?"

"Yes, please! Lucky Charms because it's Saturday?"

"Lucky Charms because It's Saturday, yes," Jay confirmed.

Jay always made sure to give you nutritious meals such as oatmeal, toast, or yogurt with fruit, or eggs on the weekdays because he knew you needed healthy food to focus at school. But, the weekends were a different story. Most of the time, weekend breakfasts consisted of sugary cereals, pancakes, or waffles. And today, it was sugary cereal.

And soon, you hoped you'd be having more sugar in the form of donuts after you went apple picking.

***

"There's no more!" you whined when you finished picking all the apples you could reach in the area where you, Jay, and Will were currently picking apples.

"There are more, you just can't reach them," Jay said with a big, joking smile on his face.

You scowled at him, which just made Jay laugh and this, in turn, caused Will to turn around.

"What's so funny, you two?" he asked.

You stomped over to Will.

"Jay's being mean!"

"He is?" Will asked and crouched down to your height. "What'd he do?"

"He telled me I can't- I can't reach the apples because- because I can't reach 'em!"

Will quickly pieced together what you were trying to say. "Jay, have anything you wanna say for yourself?"

"Just stating a fact," Jay said, still with a smile on his face.

"C'mere, munchkin," Will told you. "Jay's gonna pick you up and put you on my shoulders and then you can pick the apples that are way up high."

"Okay! And you hold me tight? So that I won't fall?" you asked skeptically.

"I promise you that you won't fall. Jay, pick her up, will you?"

"C'mere, kiddo. You have to pick the best apples since you can reach so high."

"And you don't get any of them because you were bein' mean," you told Jay seriously.

"That's right, Y/N, you tell him. Only me and you get the prettiest apples." He turned to Jay. Okay, lift her up."

"Arms up, kiddo," Jay told you and you lifted up your arms and he picked you up by your armpits and then placed you on Will's shoulders. "You got her?"

"I got her," Will confirmed. "Now, you just pick the apples, and then I'll put them in the basket."

"So they don't get mushy?" you asked curiously.

"Yup," Will answered. "We can't drop them in the basket from that high or else they'll get bruised. We have to place them in the basket gently."

You reached up and started picking the apples and you did so for another five minutes.

"I think- I think- Achoo!" You sneezed loudly and Will tightened his grip around your legs as you let go and your body jerked forward...and you sneezed directly into Will's hair.

You immediately started crying after that, much to both your brothers' concerns.

"Jay? What's going on up there? Why's she crying?" Will asked as he tilted his head up towards you.

"I don't know! Why are you crying, kiddo?" Jay asked.

"Down! Down!" you cried.

"Okay, okay," Jay said. "Will, crouch down, and then I'll take her off your shoulders."

Will did so and Jay lifted you off his shoulders and then placed you back on the ground. You clung to Jay's leg.

"What's wrong, munchkin?" Will asked, ignoring how there were probably little particles of germs from your sneeze dancing around in his hair. He was a doctor; snot and boogers were probably the least gross of the bodily fluids that had touched his body.

"I thought- I thought I was gonna fall!" you cried. Jay started to stroke your hair as you continued to cling to his leg. "I went like this--" You leaned your body forward quickly and then went back to your previous position. "--and I got scared!"

"Will would never let you fall, kiddo. That's why he was holding onto your legs," Jay told you.

You looked up at Will. "You promise?"

"I promise," Will said, and held out his pinky, making this his second pinky promise of the day with you. "Do you wanna just stay on the ground for now? We can go find more trees with lower-hanging apples, so they're closer to you and you can reach them."

"Yes, please," you said and moved away from Jay's leg and instead grabbed onto Will's hand.

You sniffled.

"You still feeling okay? We don't have to go home before donuts, do we?" Will asked.

You frantically shook your head. You couldn't miss out on donuts! "Just stuffy."

"Okay, but you have to tell me or Jay if you don't feel good, okay?"

"Okay."

And, off you went to find some more apples that were within your reach. (You and Will made Jay carry the heaviest basket because he always said that he had to be big and strong to be a police officer and always said he was stronger than Will. Will said now it was Jay's time to prove it...whatever that meant.)

***

You tugged on Jay's sleeve as you rode on the hayride back to the main area to go buy your apples and then go get cider and donuts.

"Mhm?" Jay asked and looked down at you.

"My throat feels funny. And I'm still stuffy," you told him.

Jay knew that either your throat feeling funny meant that your throat hurt or that it was scratchy.

"Okay," Jay said and looked on the other side of you at Will to make sure he was listening. He was. "How about me and you go wait in my truck while Will pays for the apples and then we can bring the donuts and apple cider home with us and eat them at home. How does that sound?"

You nodded. "Can we watch a movie, too?"

"Yes, we can watch a movie, too," Jay confirmed. Then, he turned his attention to Will. "You got enough money with you?"

"I've got my card, I'll be good. But you owe me a round of beers at Molly's," Will said.

"Deal," Jay agreed.

***

When you got home, you were so excited to eat your donuts. But your throat still really hurt!

After putting the apples on the counter, Jay grabbed plates from the cupboard and Will grabbed the cups while you impatiently sat at the table.

"You want your donut warmed up, kiddo?" Jay asked.

"Yes, please!" you told him.

A few minutes later, the three of you were sitting at the kitchen table, all with a hot pumpkin donut in front of you and a cold glass of apple cider.

You took your first bite of the donut and swallowed. It felt like someone was pushing on the inside of your throat and tears came to your eyes. It hurt to swallow, but you wanted the donut so bad!

Will noticed something was wrong before Jay did because he was busy practically inhaling his donut.

"What's wrong, munchkin?" Will asked. "Does your donut taste funny?"

You shook your head. "But- But it hurts when I eat it! Fix it Will, please!" you cried and jumped off your chair and ran up next to him.

"What hurts? Can you point to it for me?" Will asked.

You pointed to your throat and Will got off his chair and crouched down in front of you while Jay looked on with a worried expression plastered on his face.

"Jay, can you get me a flashlight please?" Will asked. "One that's not your phone because I need better light than that."

"Copy that," Jay said and walked to his room to get his work flashlight because he knew that one was probably the brightest one in the house.

"Can you tell me what it feels like?" Will asked and then, since he knew you wouldn't know the difference between a scratchy throat and a sore throat, he grabbed your hand. "Does it feel more like this?" He gently scratched the back of your hand like he was scratching an itch for you. "Or does it feel more like this?" He gently pushed down on your hand.

"It feels like the first one a lot, but when I eat, it feels like the second one," you answered.

Will furrowed his eyebrows, mentally going through things it could be. "I see."

"Got the flashlight," Jay said and handed it to Will. Then, he crouched down next to Will, too. "Anything else I can do?"

"Back up and stay out of my light," Will answered.

Jay put his hands up in a sign of surrender and stood up. "Alright, then." Then, he moved about five feet back from Will so that he could see better.

Will turned on the flashlight and deemed it had a good enough brightness for his liking. "Okay, Y/N, I need you to open your mouth really wide and stick out your tongue."

"Like at my checkups?" you asked.

"Just like at your checkups, yup," Will agreed.

You did so and said ahhh while Will looked in your mouth.

After about twenty seconds, Will turned off the flashlight and then asked you to tilt your chin up to the ceiling. You did and then he felt around your neck. You had no idea what he was doing, but you knew Will always made people feel better at the hospital, so you knew he could make you feel better, too. Then, he told you to put your head back down like normal and he looked into your eyes to see that they were slightly teary.

He stood back up and put the flashlight on the table.

"So, what's the verdict?" Jay asked. "Please tell me it's not strep."

"It's not strep," Will reassured Jay. "She's got some redness in her throat and there's phlegm on her uvula--"

"Her uv-a-what?" Jay asked.

"Uvula," Will repeated. "Dangly thing in the back of the throat. Anyway, she's got redness in her throat and there's phlegm on her uvula, so I thought it was a cold, but then I looked at her eyes and they're slightly teary, so I think they're just seasonal allergies."

"So, dayquil, nyquil, soup, and water?" Jay asked.

"Yeah. Those and maybe some tea if she wants it. Anything that is soothing on her throat. And, probably more nasal spray."

You looked between both your brothers. You didn't really know what they were talking about except for soup and water. And you had three very pressing questions.

"Can I still have my apple cider?" you asked. "And my donut later? Do I gotta go to the hospital?"

"Yes, you can still have your donut," Will told you. "Let's just hold off on it for now because we don't want your throat hurting."

"Jay Jay's gotta promise he won't eat it," you said sternly and turned to Jay.

Jay held back a laugh. "I promise I won't eat your donut." You stuck out your pinky and he locked his pinky with yours, making his promise to not eat your donut legally binding in your eyes.

"And, you don't have to go to the hospital," Will said.

You furrowed your eyebrows. "So how do I get better?"

"Well, we'll give you some medicine and that'll help you feel better," Will said. "You might feel a bit crumby for a few days, but you'll feel better soon. And, we have to eat warm, soft foods, like soup. Those help a lot. And watching movies on the couch."

"Can I have the soup with the little noodles in it?" you asked Jay. "And can we watch Pocahontas?"

Jay had a stash of soup that he kept in the house for easy dinners when he was working late and one of your favorites was minestrone. You couldn't say the word right, so you just called it the one with little noodles.

"Yes, you can have minestrone," Jay said.

"And Pocahontas?"

"And we can watch Pocahontas."

Within ten minutes, the three of you were sitting on the couch--with the coffee table pulled up in front of you so you wouldn't spill--and you were eating soup and drinking your apple cider and watching Pocahontas.

Jay gave you a dayquil once you were done eating and then you finished the movie.

The three of you ended up watching Pocahontas, Tangled, and got halfway through Cinderella before you fell asleep on the couch underneath your softest blanket...which worked out perfectly for your brothers because it was just in time for the Blackhawks game to start.

***

A day and a half later, middle of the night, Monday

Jay was awoken by a little hand shaking his shoulder.

"Jay Jay! Jay Jay," you whisper yelled frantically.

He opened his eyes and quickly flipped on his bedside lamp and the first thing he noticed was the tears in your eyes.

"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" he asked, fully prepared to lose his good night's rest so that you could cuddle up with him in bed. He could fight sleep just fine, but he didn't need you having to do that at such a young age.

"I throwed up," you told him.

Jay placed the back of his hand on your forehead. "You don't feel hot."

"But I feel better now," you told him. "I just need new blankies."

"Okay, how about we get you in the bath and get you all cleaned up, and then I'll put new, clean blankies on your bed for you. How does that sound?"

You yawned and nodded your head.

You made your way to the bathroom while Jay went into your room to get you a clean pair of pajamas and survey the damage.

On your sheets was a huge puddle of yellow goo and god, did it smell bad. Jay knew you only had soup after coming home so, as gross as it was, he scanned the puddle for flecks of veggies, noodles, or kidney beans.

It all just looked like really yellow bile to him.

He returned to the task at hand, which was grabbing you new pajamas. He grabbed the first ones he saw, which happened to be a pair of footie pajamas with little pumpkins on them.

Jay walked into the bathroom to see you scrubbing at your pajama top with a wet washcloth.

"Y/N, c'mere. Let me help you," he told you.

You walked over to him, still holding the wet washcloth. "I'm tryin' to help you," you said.

"I can see that." He took the washcloth out of your hand and hung it up on the rack beside him. "And thank you, but it's my job to help you."

"I'm tryin' to make it clean."

"I know, but that's what the washer's for. I'll put your pjs in when I put your blankies in, okay?" You nodded. "Now, I don't want you getting puke everywhere, so I'm gonna help you with your clothes. Arms up."

After getting you undressed and into the bath, Jay promised he'd be back in five minutes and then put your dirty pajamas in the washer and left it open so he could throw in your sheets. Then, he went in his room and grabbed his phone.

While he was stripping your bed, he had his phone pressed up against his ear, calling Will.

It went to voicemail so the minute his hands were free once he threw the sheets in the washer, he called again.

He pressed the phone between his shoulder and ear while he added detergent and started the washer on the antibacterial cycle.

Still no answer.

Jay tried calling one more time.

"Two missed calls means I'm trying to sleep, Jay...and that I'm ignoring you," Will said when he finally answered.

"Listen, Y/N threw up, and it looks like bile, but it's really yellow. She says she feels better now, but do I need to bring her in?"

At this, Will immediately sat up in bed. "Does it look like it's just mucous or snot?"

If this wasn't such a serious situation, Jay probably would've laughed, but it was, so he didn't. "Yeah," he answered.

"Okay. And you said she's feeling better now? No temp?

"No temp and she did tell me she's feeling better," Jay confirmed.

"Okay. I think she just needed to get all of the mucous out of her system and that's why she threw up because there was probably a buildup of it. Leave a bowl in her room in case she pukes again and keep her home from school just as a precaution and to get some more sleep since her allergies are clearly killing her little body. And, if she suddenly gets a fever, call me. If it spikes to 103, bring her straight to the hospital."

"Okay, got it. Thanks, man."

"No problem. Keep me updated."

Then, he hung up and went to the bathroom to check on you.

You looked utterly exhausted.

"I'll be back in here right after I put new blankies on your bed, okay?" Jay said and you nodded.

"Did I get puke on Teddy?" you asked worriedly.

"I didn't see any on him when I went and took off your blankies. But I can check again. Do you want me to?"

"Yes, please."

Then, Jay exited the bathroom and grabbed a spare set of sheets and two blankets from the hall closet.

Teddy came out of the whole ordeal unscathed and Jay quickly changed your sheets. Then, he made his way back into the bathroom and helped you dry off and get dressed.

Jay got you in bed and came back a minute later with a bowl.

"If you're gonna puke again, puke in this, okay?" Jay said.

You nodded. "Do I gotta go to school tomorrow?"

Jay shook his head. "You are gonna stay home with me so that I can make sure you're all better." You rubbed your eyes. "Go to sleep, kiddo. I'll leave my door open if you need me."

Then, he tucked you in and made sure Teddy was secure in your arms, made sure your night light was on and left the room so that you could get some sleep.

That was your first bout with allergies, and there would be many more to come.

***

Years later, high school

Everyone loved Thanksgiving break, but everyone in high school absolutely hated the teachers for the week before break. They all decided to cram in all their tests, papers, and projects before the break so that you wouldn't forget everything and then have to test after the break.

And you thought that you were dying. You didn't know whether your headaches were from seasonal allergies as they had been every fall since you were a kid, or from stress, which they had been every exam season since high school started.

"Y/N, dinner!" Jay yelled.

You huffed and stood up from your desk and then made your way out to the kitchen. You were having chicken and rice stir fry with lots of veggies, which was a staple in your house on nights when Jay didn't want to cook a lot but didn't want you guys living off of takeout either. Hailey was over, as she was a lot of the time now since she and your brother were dating.

"How's the studying going?" Hailey asked.

"Good, but I still feel like I'll fail."

"You'll do fine," she reassured you.

You took the bowl of food from Jay and started to make your way back to your room.

"And where do you think you're going, young lady?" he asked loudly.

"Back to my room to study. And could you lower your voice? My head hurts like a-- my head hurts," you said, quickly catching yourself before you swore in front of your brother.

"All the more reason to stay out here and eat with us. You can take a break and eat with us, Y/N."

"Have you ever taken APUSH?" you asked, and answered the question for him. "No. So until you need to know tons of dates and facts and shit, you don't get a say in how much I'm out here not studying."

Then, you turned on your heel and started marching to your room, not caring if you'd get in trouble for swearing. You faintly heard Hailey talking Jay down. Then, you made it to your room and closed the door to continue going over your flashcards until you could get them all correct in one go, even if it took you all night to do so.

***

"Jay, just let her study," Hailey said to him as the two of them were drinking beers on the couch and trying to find a good movie to watch two hours later. "There's worse things she could be out there doing."

"Believe me, I know," Jay agreed. "I'm just gonna make her some tea and bring her an allergy pill. She said her head was hurting."

Hailey nodded. "Tell her to put her hair in a loose bun if she wants it up. Having your hair up all tight doesn't help with headaches. Believe me, I know."

"Copy that."

Then, Jay made his way to the kitchen to make you some of the blueberry herbal tea that you liked and grabbed an allergy pill while the tea was steeping.

A few minutes later, Jay grabbed the mug full of tea and the allergy pill and made his way to your room. He knocked on your bedroom door a few times, but there was no answer.

"Y/N, I'm coming in. I hope you're decent," he said and then opened the door.

What he saw made him shake his head. He knew you were overworking yourself.

You were currently slumped over in your desk chair with your head resting on top of your hands, which were smashing down all the keys on the keyboard of your laptop.

Jay set the tea and the allergy pill on your bedside table and then crouched down in front of you.

He gently shook your shoulder. "Y/N, Y/N wake up." You groaned, so Jay tried again. "C'mon, Y/N, just take a few steps and get in bed. We don't want your neck being all sore from sleeping at your desk all night."

Your head shot up as it all came rushing back to you. You had been getting some flashcards wrong, so you just thought you'd lay your head down and rest your eyes for five minutes...but it must've been longer than that.

"What time is it? I have to study!" you protested.

"It's 9:00," Jay told you. "And no, you don't. Y/N, if you're this tired, it's not gonna be a productive study session and you know that. Just go to sleep and study after school tomorrow."

"Fine," you caved.

"I brought you tea and an allergy pill. They're on your bedside table. You need anything else?"

You shook your head.

"Okay, good. Get some sleep, kid."

Then, he left your room and you got up and took the allergy pill and took a few sips of tea before changing into your pajamas and quickly getting into bed and falling into a deep sleep.

***

You had gotten through the first half of the school day with only a slight headache, which was good because you had taken a math test before lunch. But now your head was pounding and you felt the snot dripping into your throat from your nasal drip. And you still had to get through lunch, study hall, and your online class before you could go home. And if you felt this shitty at school, you wouldn't be able to study during study hall, and then you wouldn't be able to get anything done during your online class and you'd have to take a nap when you got home, which would inevitably cut into your study time.

Unless...

You pulled out your phone and then pulled up your previous messages with Will.

You: Can you pick me up? My head is pounding and I feel like crap and I just have lunch, study hall, and my online class left and I'm way ahead in online.

You saw the three little bubbles pop up which indicated that Will was typing.

Will: Did you take allergy pills today?

You huffed. This wasn't going the way it was supposed to.

You: Yes. I took one at home before school and I took another one two hours ago.

Then, you sent another text right after that.

You: Please, Will. I feel like someone is taking a jackhammer to my temples right now.

Will: You have one get-out-of-school free card from me per semester. Are you sure you want to use it now?

You: This one shouldn't even count because I feel like crap.

Will: If you're as sick as you say you are, then it won't. But, I'll be the judge of that bc I'm a doctor.

You: So, you'll pick me up?

Will: I guess. Be there in 20.

***

When you got to Will's apartment, he offered up his bed to you since he didn't have to work until tomorrow and he was working day shift, so he didn't need to sleep during the day. You accepted another allergy pill from him and he coaxed you into eating a bowl of oatmeal with fruit on top and then you made your way to his room and stole a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt of his to nap in. Then, you turned on his fan and got in bed, and went to sleep.

A while later, Jay received a text from Will containing a picture of you snoozing away in Will's bed when you should've been at school. Then, Will received an angry call from Jay about him letting you just skip school, but when Will explained the situation, Jay was a bit more understanding.

Still, you just wished your seasonal allergies would go away because they seemed to always get in the way of everything.

***

Five years later, college/adulthood

You didn't understand why Will hated night shift so much. Granted, his night shift took place in a hospital while yours took place in a residential facility and most of the clients were sleeping during the time you were there.

But, currently, you felt like Will had felt during nights: miserable.

You had finished all your homework and studying for the week since you had a lot of downtime during this particular shift and were going to watch a movie or read a book, but you didn't think you'd even be able to hold your focus for that long.

You were stuffy and felt like you couldn't breathe and your head was hurting. And, of course, when you looked in your backpack for the ibuprofen you normally had, you realized you had finished off the bottle. So you were left with nothing.

Great, just great.

So, you scrolled through tik tok and then got on twitter. You decided to tweet about your frustrations as anyone in this day and age would do.

Allergies are acting up and I'm miserable at work. Someone bring me soup and allergy pills, lol.

***

Hailey and Jay were getting ready to leave their stake-out location where they had been sitting on a house for the past eight hours.

"Babe, get off your phone," Jay said to Hailey.

"If they haven't come in or out in the past seven hours and fifty minutes, I doubt they'll come out in the next ten, Jay," Hailey shot back.

"You never know." Jay shrugged.

Hailey scrolled through twitter and came across your tweet.

"How tired are you?" she asked Jay.

"Don't tell me Adam just texted and asked if we could stay longer," Jay groaned.

Hailey laughed. "No. It's your sister. She posted on twitter that her allergies are acting up and for someone to bring her soup and allergy pills."

"And you're suggesting we do that?"

"I mean, it would be nice, wouldn't it?"

"Gah, fine. You're just trying to become my sister's favorite sibling."

"Wow, you finally figured it out." She laughed and jokingly whacked Jay on the arm. "I'm gonna look up places near here that have some soup available this late."

***

You were doodling in your journal when your phone buzzed, making you wonder who was contacting you right now and who in their right mind would be awake right now.

It was Jay.

Your mind immediately went to the worst-case scenario: Hailey was hurt.

"I need to take this," you said to your coworker and answered the phone as you began walking to another room. "Is everything okay?" you asked when you answered the phone.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine," Jay reassured you. "Me and Hailey are outside with some stuff for you. Can you come and get it now or do you need us to wait a bit?"

"What? Some stuff for me?" You walked out of the room and went to where the main windows were. Sure enough, there was Jay's truck, parallel parked up against the sidewalk.

"Hailey saw your tweet, so we come bearing gifts," Jay answered.

"Really? Okay, yeah. I'll be right out."

You told your coworker that your brother came and brought you allergy pills and then made your way outside.

Jay and Hailey both got out of the truck andJay handed you the allergy pills.

"Thank you guys so much! I didn't think anyone would actually do this!"

"It was Hailey's idea," Jay answered.

She handed you a bag and you gave her a puzzled look. "What's this?"

"You said you wanted soup, but the only place that was open by us was a ramen place. But, it's got broth in it so, close enough."

You immediately pulled Hailey into a hug. "I love you so much!" You took the food from her and then gave Jay a hug. "Love you, too."

"Love you, kiddo. Now, go back to work before you get fired," he told you.

You rolled your eyes. "Don't think I'll get fired, but okay. Thanks again."

And even though your allergies kicked your ass year after year, you knew that your brothers and Hailey would always look out for you, no matter what season of your life you happened to be in.

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[wholesome-holland]

Rue taking care of you when you're sick hcs?💕

rue bennett taking care of you when you’re sick would include…

rue would definitely become your own personal lil nurse

she would more than likely find a way to get you over to her house so she can take care of you

rue googling all your symptoms to google-diagnose you

“rue, it’s just a cold—”

“you never know what it could be. now im not a doctor, but Google kinda is. so hush and let me diagnose you.”

“you are ridiculous.”

after extra double making sure it is in fact just a cold, she would find the medicine suitable to help make you feel better

you not wanting to take it because of the yucky flavor and her not having it

“y/n y/m/n y/l/n if you do not take your medicine i will never cuddle you again.”

“THAT’S JUST EVIL!”

you agreeing to take the medicine

but not at all being happy about it

her having a shit eating grin because you’re a big baby when you’re sick but you’re her big baby

her making you your favorite soup

her asking leslie for advice since she’s a mom she definitely knows what to do

her doing everything leslie suggests

“rue?”

“yes?”

“you make a good nurse”

“i know, i know”

you taking a nap and sleeping it off while you cuddle

“you’re gonna get sick ya know”

and she did indeed get sick after that

and you took care of her in return <3

ok this was literally so cute BYE thank you for requesting anon!!

[teeniestjojokitten]

hi!! i recently came down with a nasty cold and im very likely to involuntarily regress when im sick due to never being properly taken care of as a child when i would get sick. i wouldn't be allowed to rest as much as one should, was shamed for being tired, etc. i regress to about 3-4, and im nonverbal mostly. could i please have some cherry blossom headcanons for taking care of a sick little? thank youuu 💖💖💕

Aw sweetheart, I'm sorry to hear that! Being sick can take a lot out of you, and it can feel comforting to be small when that happens. Cherry would take such good care of his little one when you're feeling icky!

Cherry Blossom taking care of sick gn! little reader 🤒🩹

🌸 First of all, Cherry would never shame you for feeling tired! He assures you that it's all right and you never have to apologize or feel bad that you're worn out. Your body is working so hard to help you get better, so Papa knows you must be tired! He'll make sure you get all the rest you need to get better.

🌸 Papa knows you tend to be nonverbal when little, so he makes sure to check in and gently prompt you so he knows how you're feeling— asking questions like "does your throat hurt, sweetheart?" or "do you feel achy?" so you can shake your head yes or no. You're so good, helping Cherry know how to take care of you!

🌸 Cherry will feel your forehead gently when he’s checking your temperature, brushing back any hair that’s in your face. He asks Carla to give updates on your temperature, if you’re feverish, and how to make sure you have the best conditions to rest and get better.

🌸 He makes sure you have lots of fluids— water, juice, maybe even some tea and honey if you enjoy it— it will help to clear up any sniffles or soothe sore throats! (Carla also helps papa make sure the tea isn’t too hot for you ❤️)

🌸 Your papa will make sure you take any medicine you need, telling you that even if it’s yucky, it’ll help you get better. He’ll have some juice or water nearby to get the taste out of your mouth, and he’ll gently praise you for being so good and taking your medicine!

🌸 Any aches mean Papa gently rubbing sore back, tummy, legs, whatever might hurt you.

🌸 Cherry makes sure you’re cozy with blankets, pillows, a stuffie to cuddle, and he’ll put on some cartoons for you once you’re a little less tired.

🌸 Most of all, you get cuddles, soft kisses and encouragement, and your papa making you feel so loved and cared for!

[mysticmeadowscamp]

Patton, Celeste, and Annika stood outside Vee��s room. Vee was currently both sick and in littlespace so getting them to take medicine would be difficult to say the least. Dee was currently taking a stab at it and it wasn’t going well to say the least.

“Please Vee, you need to take your medicine to get better” Dee pleaded. He didn’t sound annoyed or mad but worried. He didn’t like seeing Virgil feeling bad.

“Nu! It tastes yucky!” Virgil whined from underneath the blankets they were hiding under.

“I know it doesn’t but I’ll make you feel better. You wanna feel better don’t you?” Dee said.

“Nu! Not if I have to take that!” Virgil said defiantly. Janus sighed in defeat. They had been going at this since breakfast and they had gotten absolutely nowhere.

“Can I try?” Patton asked, standing in the door.

“Um… I don’t know Pat. Vee Vee is little right now so we need to be gentle with them” Janus said, having flashbacks to when he was sick and Patton pinned him to the ground and force fed him “bubblegum flavored” flu medicine.

“Trust me Dee. I got this” Patton said, holding out xir hand for the bottle of medicine. Janus sighed and handed it to xem.

“Sorry Vee Vee” Janus said before leaving the room. Closing the door behind him.

Virgil peeked out from under their blanket and saw Patton holding a bottle of “grape flavored” cold medicine. Virgil quickly hid under the blanket again as if it was a Forcefield that would protect them from Patton.

“Hey Jelly Bean, how are you doing?” Patton asked softly sitting on the bed.

“I feel awful” Vee whimpered

“I bet you do, you want a hug from Count Joan?” Patton asked, holding up the bat stuffie that had been knocked onto the floor during their argument with Dee. A hand quickly shot out from under the blanket, grabbed the bat, and quickly pulled it underneath. The sudden movement causing Vee to fall into a horrible coughing fit. Patton rubbed Virgil’s back softly

“Why don’t you take some medicine? It’ll stop all this, and you’ll be able to sleep. Your mama told me you didn’t get much sleep last night” Patton said gently.

“No! It tastes icky” Virgil said in the middle of coughing.

“I know, honey bee, I know. But the ickiness only lasts a couple seconds as opposed to feeling sick for days” Patton said.

“Days! I don’t wanna be sick for days!” Virgil quickly sat up with tears in their eyes.

“I know you don’t. That’s why you need to take your medicine. If you do, I can make you a strawberry milkshake” Patton said.

“Really?!” Virgil gasped.

“You bet! Anything the sicky baby wants they’ll get. I promise” Patton said, booping Virgil’s nose.

“So how about it?” Patton asked. Virgil thought for a moment before nodding.

“Thank you Vee Vee,” Patton said, pouring out a cup of medicine and handing it to Virgil. They quickly downed it, making a face of disgust.

“Icky!” Virgil whined.

“I know sweetie but I’m so so proud of you! You did so well” Patton said, placing a couple kisses to Virgil’s face which quickly got Virgil giggling again.

“Stwabie milkshake?” Virgil asked hopefully.

“Yes cutie pie, stwabie milkshake. I’ll go make that for you” Patton said, getting up and heading out of the room. Celeste, Annika, and Janus were still standing there.

“Did you do it?” Annika asked.

“Yep! Virgil has taken their medicine and now I’m gonna make them a strawberry milkshake if that’s okay?” Patton asked. Annika nodded.

“Wait but there was no screaming, no nothing. How did you do it?” Janus asked.

“I asked them nicely?” Patton said unamused. Sure, under normal circumstances xe would have no problems using xir normal tactics on Virgil but they were little today and xe wasn’t going to be THAT kind of asshole.

“But what about what happened with me last month?” Janus said.

“What about it? You’re not Virgil” Patton said.

“Oh so you’re only an asshole to me” Janus said.

“Yep!” Patton said heading off to the kitchen.

“Can I at least have a milkshake too?” Janus called after xem.

“Fuck no!”

~ Fin

ABSOLUTELY no thoughts head empty just Patton calling Vee cute nicknames when theyre little especially "sweetie" 😭

also Dee bein jealous he didnt get Nice Patton Rights when he got sick >:[ dhbdbd

this is v cute thank you sm dhdb

[lumoshyperion]

Hello :) number 43 for the writing prompts please ☺️ and a ship of your choice!

43. Bringing them their favorite tea when they have a sore throat.

Send me a ship and a prompt and I'll write a short fic! 💙

I thought I'd change the prompt up a bit and make it soup rather than tea! And the ship I went with is Drastoria, with a little bit of tiny Scorpius as well - just for you 💙

Draco felt as if his throat had been scratched raw overnight. He'd been feeling over tired the day before, with a thirst that nothing seemed to quench, and he'd simply brushed it off and gone to bed early. Because Draco Malfoy never got sick - a point he was rather absurdly proud of.

But when he woke up in the morning, his head pounding and a coughing fit already clawing its way out of his chest, he groaned into his pillow while Astoria patted his back with sympathy.

He drifted in and out of sleep for a little while, before a sound in the hallway startled him and he sat up. Scorpius marched in with an orange held triumphantly over his head, while Astoria trailed behind with a breakfast tray in her arms.

Draco watched this little parade with an amused smile, and said, "This isn't necessary. I'm fine," before dissolving into a coughing fit.

Astoria set the tray down on the bed and gave him a pointed glance. "Yes, you sound wonderful."

"We made soup!" Scorpius exclaimed, climbing up onto the bed and handing him the orange. "To make you feel better."

On the breakfast tray was a large bowl of soup, a glass of water, a pot of tea with a cup and saucer, and some of the Muggle medications that Astoria always kept handy. Draco cleared his throat and sat up against the headboard. "Thank you, Scorpius."

Astoria brushed his hair aside and touched his forehead with the palm of her hand. Then she pulled away and sighed. "You have a fever. Do you feel any worse than you did last night?"

He stirred his soup and shrugged. "I don't know. I certainly don't feel any better."

Scorpius scrunched his nose in concentration. And then he smacked the duvet, while bouncing up and down and almost dislodging the contents of the tray. "We need the blue stuff!"

Astoria caught the glass of water before it toppled over, raising an eyebrow at their son. "What blue stuff?"

"The yucky blue stuff!" He replied. "You put it on when you're sick and it makes your eyes go all funny."

"Oh, that blue stuff," she confirmed, nodding at Scorpius as he beamed back at her. It was another Muggle remedy that one of the neighbours had recommended last time Scorpius was ill. It cleared his nose overnight and was much more soothing for him than the Pepperup potion.

But it had a fowl smell that made Draco's eyes water whenever they used it. "Surely not," he groaned. "I'll be fine without it. I just need some rest."

Scorpius crawled off the bed and pouted at him, before Astoria knelt down and whispered something in his ear. He grinned at her and then ran out of the room.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Astoria tilted her chin up and smiled. "What makes you say that?"

Draco sniffed and turned away, absentmindedly peeling the orange. It was difficult to grow citrus trees in the cold climate of England, but Scorpius had insisted on buying some potted fruit trees from the local nursery and enchanting them to grow all year round. It was something Astoria had instilled in him - this love of nature and growing things.

Draco had never expected to see the manor so full of life and light, and yet every day he woke up and wondered what he did to deserve all this. Next to him, Astoria exhaled and leaned against the bed, a faraway expression in her eyes as she looked out the doorway after their son.

"What is it?" He asked.

"It's nothing," she said, shaking her head and glancing away. But Draco could tell something was on her mind. He reached out and brushed his fingertips across her wrist, until she looked up at him and explained, "When I told Scorpius that you were still feeling sick, he asked me if it was the same as what I have."

Draco frowned. It was impossible to keep Astoria's illness from their son, perceptive and kind as he was, so they decided early on to be honest with him. Or as honest as they could be, without scaring him. A blood malediction was a serious thing. And yet Astoria had defied all diagnoses and lived with it, almost in spite of what the healers had told them. "Do you want to talk to him about it? About the curse?"

"No. He understands it, I think, and that's what bothers me about what he said." She paused, resting her chin on her hand and staring at the breakfast tray. "It's stupid. I know there's nothing I can do about it, and I know we need to be honest with him, but... Maybe I just don't want him to look at me differently."

"He won't," said Draco, firmly. "He doesn't."

"I know. He's been so mature and strong about all this. And I'm proud of him. I just wish that he didn't have to be. I wish I could just be his mum." She paused, biting her lip and staring at the ceiling, before continuing, "I don't want him to realise that we're breakable. And I know that's a part of him growing up and every kid has to go through that, but - does he have to?"

Draco didn't know how to respond. So he reached out and touched her cheek. She leaned into his hand and closed her eyes. But before either of them could say anything else, Scorpius returned with the jar of Vicks and distracted them.

He climbed up onto the bed, rolled his sleeves up, placed a hand on Draco's forehead, and frowned in concentration. He looked down at Astoria, who was clearly trying not to laugh and had no intention of asking what their son was doing.

After a moment, the six year old withdrew his hand and shook his head. "You're still very hot," he admonished, and Astoria snickered. "You will eat seven oranges and spend three weeks in bed."

"Three weeks?"

"And you will put the blue stuff on every day," said Scorpius, waving the jar around to illustrate his point. "Is that clear?"

Draco smiled. There was a reporter following them through Diagon Alley the week before, asking questions and trying to get a rise out of Draco. But it was Astoria who finally turned around and gave them a piece of her mind, before concluding her speech with those exact same words.

"Crystal clear," he replied.

Scorpius squinted at him and asked, "What crystals?"

"Come here, you," Astoria laughed, tackling him down onto the bed and tickling him.

"Mum!" He gasped, between rapturous giggles. "Dad, help!"

Draco moved the breakfast tray to the bedside table and shrugged off his son's pleas. "I can't help. I'm sick, remember?"

"Nooooo!" Scorpius howled at his betrayal. "You don't - ahhh! stop it! - you don't have to - mum! - you don't have to use the blue stuff if you - help!" He managed, between gasps and laughter.

And Draco, still immune to his pleas and thoroughly enjoying the scene before him, took a sip of his tea and said, "I'll consider it."

[teiasviago]

Hi, can I suggest one of your Emily AU prompts?🥰

“What if when the doctor asked, “Are you her parents?” Mulder agreed to say yes?”

Of course! Thanks for prompting. 💞

Loss

“Are you her parents?”

And there it is. The fatal question that’s going to determine whether or not the decision they made two months ago still rings true. Scully looks at Mulder with her red-rimmed eyes and brows furrowed in anxiety and knows that he can’t refuse her at least a chance.

“Yes. This is my wife, Dana, Emily’s mother, and I’m her husband.” He shakes the doctor’s hand before placing one at the small of Scully’s back.

“We were going through the process of adopting her when...” She lets that thread of conversation drop and backtracks. “It hasn’t gone through yet so there might be complications legally but Emily is our daughter, and I’m a medical doctor. Can I see her? I’d like to look at her charts, please.”

They both stare at the doctor until he cracks. “We can’t let you see her right now because we’re performing a small procedure right now to try and identify the nature and substance of the cyst on the back of her neck. We’ve got the air conditioning on to help with her fever and once we’re able to test the cyst, we’ll hopefully have a better understanding of what we’re up against.”

Scully uncrosses her arms and shifts on her feet. “Is there any way you could let me scrub up and stay with Emily? She’s not good with strangers and I don’t want her to have an anxiety attack. Please...”

The doctor shakes his head ruefully before sighing. “I suppose it can’t hurt. But unless your medical degree is in pediatrics, I need you to keep your presence minimal.”

“Good thing that I’ve got a degree in pediatrics, then,” she says, before walking off to ask a nurse for the directions to guest scrub room.

Mulder aims for a smile but achieves a grimace, and the doctor sighs heavily before leaving, checking over the information on his clipboard. Mulder watches the nurse and Emily from outside the door, examining the cyst from afar. Suddenly it hits him what’s inside and he shoves open the door just as the nurse is about to stick a needle inside to withdraw the interior.

“Stop! It’s toxic!” he implores her, gently taking her free arm and steering her away from Emily before going around to the other side of the small operating table to check on the young girl.

Mulder crouches down and feels her forehead. “How do you feel, pumpkin?” he asks, the term of endearment slipping out.

“Yucky. My tummy’s angry.”

He nods and stands up, smoothing Emily’s hair back as he looks at the nurse. “Can you get her a wet cloth? And hand me that bin.” Thankfully, the nurse does as Mulder said, leaving him alone with the three-year-old. “Dana’s going to be back soon, okay? We’re gonna help you get all better.”

Emily nods and shivers. “Cold,” she says, even though she’s still sweating.

“I know, honey. Come on, I’ll warm you up. Hold this.” He secures the bin in her arms and picks her up, moving to sit down in the chair in the corner of the room, Emily seated in his lap facing away from him. “Is this a little better?”

She nods before curling forward and vomiting into the bin. “I’m scared, Mul’er. I want my Mommy.”

“Oh, Pumpkin... I know it’s scary. I’m sorry, honey, but your Mommy’s gone. But I’m right here, and I’ll do whatever you need, okay?”

Emily sniffles and Mulder realizes that she’s trembling. “O-okay... My Mommy sings to me when I’m sick.”

“Alright, alright. I can do that. I can sing. Uh...” He clears his throat. “Emily was a bullfrog. She was a good friend of mine. I never understood a single word she said, but I helped her a-drink her wine. And she always had some mighty fine wine. Singin’ joy...to the world. All...the boys and girls. Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, joy...to you and me.”

Scully enters the room in scrubs, then, and surveys the change of scene. “What happened?”

“I think the cyst on her neck is the same stuff as the alien blood. They’re trying to create hybrids, Scully.” Mulder is painfully aware of the dichotomy between his words and the fact that he’s tucking Emily’s hair behind her ears as she lurches forward and vomits again.

“My tummy’s so angry...” she cries, starting to sob.

Scully goes to her knees in front of them both, cooing at her daughter. “I know, I know, baby. Mulder and I are going to make it stop. We’re going to make it all stop.”

The nurse enters the room with the doctor in tow, a wet washcloth in hand that Scully takes and presses to Emily’s face.

“What happened?” the doctor asks, distressed.

“The cyst on her neck contains a toxic substance. If you’re going to study it, you need better protection than that,” Mulder explains, nodding his head at the nurse. He tucks Emily’s hair behind her ears again and asks, “Do you feel any better?”

She vigorously shakes her head, starting to cry harder. “Too many people, Daddy,” she says through her sobs, “I wanna go home! Take me home, Mommy.”

Scully wraps an arm around Emily, her hand going to the back of her daughter’s head. “It’s okay, sweetie. Daddy and I are gonna help you, okay? Please don’t cry...” She trails off, sniffling and trying to stop herself from crying, too.

Mulder jerks his head towards the door, looking at both the doctor and the nurse, who reluctantly leave. “We’re gonna make you all better, pumpkin,” he soothes, adjusting the chain of Scully’s cross necklace. “Can do get down for me?”

Scully helps Emily off of his lap and he stands up gesturing for the doctor to come back in. “Emily,” he says, crouching down as the doctor does, “this nice man talked to you before, yeah?” She nods. “He’s going to help us to make you feel better, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Sometimes he’s going to bring friends to help. Mommy’s going to be with you the whole time, I promise. I have to go, but I’ll be back soon, okay?” Emily nods again, leaning into Scully’s embrace. “I love you, pumpkin,” slips out, and his wife looks at him with her large, woeful eyes. “Mommy can sing to you, too.” Mulder presses a kiss to both Emily and Scully’s heads without thinking about it.

—

They sit in Mulder’s rental car for God-knows-how-long, working up the nerve to go inside. He watched as Scully’s family walked inside the church, baby Matthew bundled up Tara’s arms. He isn’t sure if Scully would’ve been able to face this any better if the baby didn’t exist, but he does, and Mulder knows that it makes this just a little bit more difficult—it adds insult to injury.

She suddenly takes a sharp breath, checks her watch, and opens the car door. Mulder follows suit and finds that Scully’s waiting for him on the sidewalk, staring at the double doors. He looks down at her hand and takes it, as much to comfort himself as to comfort her.

They make it through the short sermon and the paying of respects; he hears Maggie offer Scully a ride back to the house, but she declines. She lasts all through the goodbyes without shedding a single tear. As soon as the doors shut and they’re left alone, she lets out a sob, and then they come easily.

Mulder embraces her, tears in his own eyes, and guides Scully to sit at the front pew, letting her bury her face in his suit jacket. Neither of them say anything, and not a single tear is shed when she opens the coffin to find only ashes and her cross necklace. They have none left.

[mandoalorian]

Sugar and Spice [Max Lord x F!Reader] — Chapter 12

Summary: When you are evicted from your apartment by your toxic ex boyfriend and have no place to go, who do you turn to? Alone in the city as the countdown to Christmas begins, you find yourself applying for a job as the assistant of the world’s biggest entrepreneur; Maxwell Lord. Little do you know, he has other intentions for you. No doubt about it, this Christmas will truly be like no other.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Smut, mentions of a previous verbally abusive relationship, typical 80s misogyny (but very little of it), mentions of food and drink, alcohol consumption. This is a sugardaddy x sugarbaby fic soooo… a daddy k!nk too oops.

But in this chapter: food mention, tooth rotting fluff. Our story comes full circle.

Author’s note: Here it is. The final chapter of Sugar and Spice. The Epilogue should be coming soon. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did, and I'd like to thank you all for supporting me and my writing. This was my first ever series and the love I got for it was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I love you all so much. (PS— i’m still sick with COVID so I am really really sorry if this is a poor chapter. I tried my hardest. Happy valentines day.)

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PREVIOUS - CHAPTER TWELVE - EPILOGUE [coming soon!]

The second Maxwell engulfed himself amongst the soft satin blankets of his bed, he knew he was glad to be home. You climbed in beside him, and his eyes raked your body as he took in the sight of your baby pink slip on silk nightgown that you were wearing. He swallowed, and reached over to grab your waist and pull you on top of him. So there you were, straddling your sugar daddy after not seeing him for over a month. You pressed your palms against his bare chest and looked him in the eyes.

"There's something I need to tell you." Maxwell announced, knowing it had to be now or never. He couldn't keep hiding it. After the month in London and Alistair being brought back into his life, a lot had changed for him. He wasn't the same man he was back in December.

"About Ali?" you asked, tracing circles into his skin.

"Well, yeah. But— something else." Maxwell replied, shuffling around slightly. You sensed it was serious due to his tone of voice and your movements paused as you stared dead into his eyes.

"You don't have another secret child, do you?" you deadpanned.

"No!" Maxwell said defensively and you smiled softly. "It's about us."

You braced yourself. He'd been gone for a month, come back with a kid, and you were certain he was going to break the arrangement off with you. You pulled your hands off him and went to crawl off his lap, but his large hands landed on your thighs to hold you down.

"That night after the annual Black Gold Christmas gala… I saw you with Bruce and I got drunk and— my mom— and… I told you… I told you everything. About my father and having absent parents and. I said— I said— I said I was in love with you," Maxwell gulped and it took him every ounce of strength to not break his eye contact with you. He wanted to remain strong. You remembered the night like it was yesterday; clear as day. Of course, how could you forget the moment he said those words? And he hadn't spoken of it since, until now. Between you being held hostage by Tristan and Maxwell being whisked away to London, there'd hardly been an appropriate time to bring it up. "I swore that once I returned from the UK we would talk about this. So, Y/N, I have to tell you that my feelings haven't changed. It's been months, we've been together and apart. We've argued and fought but we've laughed and made love too. We've had distance— hell, I've been on the other side of the world for the past month but not a second has gone by where I haven't thought about you. About loving you, and kissing you, and even if you don't feel the same way, I hope you can forgive me."

"Forgive you?" You asked after a brief silence. You'd been waiting for what felt like a lifetime to hear these words, and yet you were struggling to comprehend them. It didn't feel real.

"For not doing anything or saying anything sooner. I should've said something sooner. I wish I had. I wish… I wish…" Maxwell rambled but you placed a finger to his lips, silencing him.

"No," you told him sternly. "No wishing. You don't need to make a wish because— everything is fine just the way it is," Maxwell's heart sank at your words and you watched as his chest deflated. "No!" you cried before trying to clarify. You didn't want him to get the wrong idea. "You have a successful business, and a son, and Max, you have me. You'll always have me. Because I love you too. I'm in love with you Maxwell Lord."

Max's chocolate coloured eyes widened at your confession as disbelief bolted through his body. Never in a million years would Maxwell expect that you would truly love him back. How could he expect anyone to love a man like him? Kitty hadn't. His mother hadn't. But you…

"I love you so much Max," you sighed before pressing a kiss into his lips. You caught a tear slip down his cheek and you quickly wiped it away. "Don't ever apologise for being you. Our story has been a whirlwind so far but it's not over. It's not over Max. I love you."

"I love you too." he whispered, wrapping his arms tight around your body when you kissed him again.

By the time Valentines Day rolled around, you swore it was like Maxwell and Alistair had never spent any time apart. The six year old boy was the spitting double of his father— personality and all.

He dived into your bed and jumped up and down.

"I got a card! Look daddy! I got a card!" Alistair beamed. Maxwell groaned and rolled over, holding a pillow over his head. You smiled tiredly and pulled the little boy into your arms.

"Good morning Ali, where did you get that?" you asked.

"It was on the kitchen table! Look mama, it's for me!" He squealed, pointing at the name that was inked in perfect calligraphy. Your perfect calligraphy. Your heart melted slightly at the little name he'd given you. "Mama". You figured it was something Maxwell had pushed, but he swore he hadn't, and that Alistair had decided that you'd be his mama from now on anyway. Kitty was out of the picture for good now, and you were nicer to him in the past two weeks than Kitty had been to him his whole life. That was the sad truth.

"Oh, so it is." you giggled, pressing a kiss into Alistair's forehead. You rolled over slightly and pat the middle of the bed, gesturing for Alistair to come and lay down in between you and his father.

"I only ever get cards like this on my birthday and Christmas. And today is neither of those days." Alistair pondered out loud, tapping his index finger against his chin as he thought. Just like his daddy.

"Do you know what day it is, Ali?" you beckoned.

You realised Maxwell must've finally woken himself up when his hand reached over to hold yours, his thumb circling your skin. You glanced over to him and saw that his big brown eyes were watching his son.

"Ummm…"

"It's the only day of the year where I can do this," Maxwell interrupted, pressing his lips against yours and kissing you. His sudden action was enough to take your breath away and Alistair went to make a noise of disgust. But Maxwell pulled away from your lips and placed a hand over his son's mouth. "And you, mister, can't do that!" he chastised, wiggling his finger with a chuckle.

"But daddy, kissing is yucky!" Alistair frowned, sticking his tongue out in dismay. You rolled your eyes, pulled the little boy on top of you and pressed another kiss into his forehead. Since you had a hold of him, Maxwell took the opportunity to tickle Alistair, erupting a scream of laughter. "Dad-daddy! Aaah daddy please!" Alistair laughed, kicking his legs and flailing his arms around.

"Have you worked out what day it is yet?" you asked the little boy once he'd settled back down. A small blush crept upon his cheeks.

"Va-valentines day?" Alistair asked, his voice timid.

"Are you telling me that my son Alistair has a valentine?" Maxwell gasped jokingly and Alistair's grin only grew wider with excitement.

"Can I open it?" Alistair giggled happily.

"Go on!" you laughed, giving him a small nudge.

You and Max both watched intently as Alistair opened the card. Of course, you had purchased the card and wrote it out. But seeing the excitement on Alistair's face when he read ‘love from your secret admirer’ was undefeatable. It was magical, and it filled your heart with so much love and joy. Alistair was new to your life, just as new as he was to Maxwell's, but if one thing was for sure, it was that you loved him just as much as you'd love your own child. And that wasn't lost on Maxwell.

He honestly expected you might have left him. Or grown distant upon learning that he had a son. But once again, you had proven Maxwell Lord IV wrong. You were unlike any other woman he'd ever met, and now that he had the two most important people in his life, he felt like he could accomplish anything. Nothing else mattered anymore. Just you and Alistair.

"My son, only six years old and already has a secret admirer!" Maxwell chuckled, shaking his head and wrapping his arms around Alistair. "But you'll always be my boy, won't you Ali?"

"Yes daddy." Alistair smiled a toothy grin.

"Us Lord men… we always get the ladies." Maxwell told his son, causing you to belly laugh. Maxwell shot you a joking glare and you tried to stifle any more of your giggles.

"On that note," you rolled your eyes and slid out of bed. "How does pancakes for breakfast sound?"

Both Maxwell and his son cheered with joy at the thought of pancakes. You remembered you even had some strawberries and cream left over from the night before which would go well with it. You pulled your silk robe over you and padded to the kitchen.

"Do you remember the plan?" Maxwell whispered quietly once you'd left the room, cradling his son.

"I do." Alistair beamed snuggling into his father's chest. Maxwell smiled a little.

"Tonight, yeah? After dinner." Maxwell reminded his son.

"Do you love her?" Alistair quizzed further, and Max's smile grew even more.

"I do," Max confessed. "More than anything."

"I think she loves you too." Alistair said softly.

"Yeah?"

"I see the way she looks at you," Alistair mumbled. "Like how Ariel looks at Prince Eric."

"Wh-who?" Max furrowed his eyebrows together and Alistair's jaw dropped slightly.

"Okay daddy. We're all watching The Little Mermaid after dinner." Alistair decided in that moment, his tone of voice leaving no room for question.

Maxwell quirked an eyebrow. "Really? And who put you in charge?"

"I'm a Lord," Alistair said proudly. "Besides, someone has to watch over you two lovebirds. Make sure you don't get yourself in trouble."

Maxwell couldn't believe the six year old boy. Alistair was definitely Maxwell's son, that's for sure.

Just as you were finishing up frying the last pancake, the kitchen phone began to ring. You answered it, surprised to hear the voice of your lawyer— or more accurately, Maxwell's lawyer. You had been using him to defend yourself on the case between you and Tristan. He had told you that Tristan was going to be locked away for a very long time, and that you'd won the case. A wash of relief flooded over you, and finally, things were beginning to look up for you and your little family.

You called down Alistair and Maxwell once breakfast was ready, and you served the heart shaped pancakes at the table. Maxwell came down a few minutes later than Alistair and he was holding on envelope. When he sat down opposite you, he passed you the envelope with a smug grin on his face.

"What's this?" you asked curiously, and Maxwell shrugged his shoulders casually as he sipped on his black coffee. He hadn't stopped smirking though. "Maxie, we agreed on no gifts this year?" you sighed, already feeling bad for not getting him anything.

"Baby, it's not exactly a gift. I mean, it's something for both of us. Something that's important to you and well… just open it, please." he urged.

You hesitated, exchanging a glance between Max and Alistair (who was already neck deep in pancakes), before sighing and opening the envelope. Inside was a letter from a retail agent? As you read the letter, your heart began to slam against your chest. No way.

"Max… you bought my old apartment building? The whole building?" you gasped, slamming your hand over your mouth in disbelief. "You bought it in both of our names?"

"Because I knew how much it meant to you. And how much your neighbours meant to you. They were all mistreated by Tristan, and that isn't okay. I bought the property from the council so we're the rightful owners now. And we won't overcharge rent like Tristan did. We don't need to. We'll refurbish the whole place. We'll give the families who live there a safe place that they can call home, and they won't have to worry about any abuse from Tristan, or their utilities falling apart, or bills… it'll be wonderful."

"Maxwell I- I don't know what to say I…" you were utterly speechless, tears filling your eyes. Obviously this was going to cost him a lot of money and a lot to upkeep, but for the first time, it felt like it wasn't even about money. It was a grand gesture, sure, but it was also the most thoughtful and unexpected thing he'd ever done for you.

"I love you." Max revelled and you smiled.

"I love you too." you replied, leaning over the table and pressing a kiss into his lips. You glanced back down at the letter, admiring the way your surname and Max's surname looked together on the sheet of paper.

At the start of December you didn't even own a car. You couldn't even pay rent. Now you were living in a suburban manor with your perfect little family. Amongst a little bit of sugar and a little bit of spice, you had found love, meaning and purpose. You'd found your soulmate.

Just as you thought your life was good and couldn't get any better, you didn't realise what Maxwell Lord had in store for you this evening. Your whole world was about to change.

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[forrests-waterfall]

Hello ! I’d like to request a CG Technoblade and little Tommy 3-5 , if that’s okay! (No pressure to do it :) )

Maybe Tommy is sick and him and tech are home and he wants attention, hes not little at first but he is grumpy and all shouty and being big man Tommy because he’s sick and angry about it but he’s also a bit out of it and can’t do things on his own , Tech just teases him by treating him like a kid and calling him a big baby and saying stuff like “aww is the baby grumpy” giving him head pats not letting him do stuff because “he’s a grumpy baby” and he needs help to do it n because of this Tommy ends up slipping and asking for “techie” and techno ends up full on looking after him , tucking him in , giving him a sippy , medicine (yuck) , a stuffie maybe, if ur okay w pet names could I suggest little one and piglet

Although please have as much creative liberty (think that’s the right word) with it because I think it’ll be more fun that way!

Anyway thank you so much if you do write this up but if not that’s also totally okay! Have a good week !

Little!Tommy and CG!Technoblade

A / N ;; This is so cute!!! I tried to write it according to DSMP!Techno’s house so hopefully this sounds a bit right! (Also sorry if it’s weirdly written, I’m still getting used to writing oneshots again as I took a long break ^^;;. It’s also kinda short so, apologies!! Also author doesn’t know how to write the skipping process pfft. And sorry if this is kind of, yucky bad pfft)

CW ;; Mentions of being sick

Etc ;; Not proof read

Tommy felt awful, to say the least.

He had woken up in a sweat from being over heated, his eyes itched, and his nose was all clogged up. The teen had tried to ignore it and go back into his somewhat peaceful sleep but, it hadn't worked. His mind couldn't help but focus on the new found sickness he had been experiencing.

Acknowledging the fact he couldn't go back to bed, he pushed the remaining covers he had on, onto the floor. He stretched his arms behind his back, more or less stalling him getting out of his comfortable bed. Groaning, he rubbed his right eye and pushed himself up.

Thinking of what to do, he decided on bothering Techno. He wouldn’t admit but Techno made him feel better whenever he was sick or upset. Whether it was by making stupid sarcastic jokes or just a comforting silence, the hybrid always made the teen feel some type of comfort.

Tommy climbed up the latter, with each step a squeaking noise made sure to alert the other person in the house that someone was climbing up or down. That always bothered Tommy, but he didn’t care enough to fix the annoying sound. Or figure out how for that matter.

Once to the level he wanted, the teen hopped off the wooden structure and onto the floor.

Techno looked up as the other’s shoes made a sound against the floorboards. “Hullo” The hybrid greeted the other, then continued on working with his brewing stand. Tommy let out a quick exhale as a soft laugh at the other’s usual greeting.

“Hey big man” the blonde’s voice obviously sounded exhausted, which was very different from his normal tone. The piglin hybrid noticed but decided not to question it at first. Maybe the other was just tired.

Tommy walked over to the older and looked at the potions he was working on. “Workin on some nerd shit again?” Techno plopped a spider eye into a bit of liquid. “Nerd stuff that you tend to use—which is why I’m making more in the first place- yes” he placed the glass bottle underneath a set of tubes that would put another substance into the mixture.

The teen rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms, he didn’t really like the feeling of them being by his side all the time.

Silence went over the two, Techno focusing on his potions and Tommy watching him. This tended to happen a lot when the two were home alone. Thought it wasn’t always a bad thing, neither really minded the quiet. At least Tommy didn’t sometimes.

The hybrid was still thinking about how calm Tommy was being, or how tired he sounded. It was out of character for the teen. Though maybe he was just overthinking it. Doesn’t mean he wasn’t still curious about it.

“You alright? You seem err-tired to say the least” he finally questioned, not sure if he’d get an actual answer or just Tommy yelling about how he was fine. “I’m fine, I’m a-“ at very bad timing, Tommy proceeded to let out a couple coughs into his elbow.

The older stopped messing with the potions and raised an eyebrow. “You seemed to have sold yourself out there-“ “my throat just felt weird!” The teen tried to refute against the hybrid, though didn’t work as he went into a small fit of coughing once more.

“Yeah, you don’t seem very ‘fine’” Techno air quoted with his fingers. “I am!!” The other crossed his arms again, stepping away from Techno.

Tommy huffed as he sat on top of a wooden desk where a couple of old books sat. “Shut up” “I didn’t say anything, T-“ “you thought something!” Techno decided it would be pointless to continue the back and forth.

“You’re being very grumpy for someone that’s okay” The blonde let out a small “Tch” as he looked away from the hybrid.

Techno was and wasn’t one for teasing others, but he saw the opportunity and decided to take it. “You’re being such a grumpy baby, Toms” he stated as he ruffled the teen’s hair. Tommy shook his head after Techno took his hand away.

The blonde felt himself slipping into his headspace at such a short sentence. The nickname that the hybrid used made Tommy feel small, and Techno was somewhat aware of that. Techno knew the other hadn’t regressed in a couple days (to his knowledge) and figured this would help. Especially since Tommy felt sick.

“‘M not!” Tommy argued as he stuck his tongue out at Techno. The hybrid let out a small chuckle, “awww, Is the baby grumpy?” Techno moved some of Tommy’s bangs away from his eyes, he could tell they were bothering the younger.

Tommy, now fully in his headspace let out a small sigh. He stuck his arms out and made grabby hands towards the taller. “Techie” techno smiled at the nickname the little gave him, “you want me to carry you?” Techno could care less if the other was sick, it was just them two. Plus he didn’t get sick much anyway.

The blonde gave a simple nod, with that Techno picked him up and place him on the side of his waist. Tommy laid his head against the hybrid’s shoulder, once Techno knew Tommy was comfortable and safe, he climbed down the latter.

The piglin had to make sure 𝖳𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒 was securely on him with each step, as he didn’t want Tommy to wiggle out and fall.

“Alright piglet, I’m gonna set you on your bed okay? Then I have to leave to get some stuff, but I’ll be right back” Tommy nodded, “okay Techie”

The hybrid placed the younger onto his bed and put the covers over his legs, not knowing if he would be too over heated.

He placed his hand on Tommy’s forehead to see if he was hot, sighing he took his hand away. He was kind of hot but, not too bad.

Techno left to get some stuff from upstairs and came back rather quickly. He balanced a sippy cup, two different drinks, and some red medicine he found in a cabinet.

“Do you want milk or juice, little one?” Tommy pointed at the Apple juice carton as Techno nodded. He put the stuff down and screwed off the cap of the sippy cup, immediately pouring the liquid into tie empty bottle.

He put the lid back on and handed it to Tommy. “Don’t drink that yet, I know you’re going to hate it but you have to take medicine. And I want you to have something to wash it down with” the little pouted, Tommy hated medicine, big or little.

Techno poured the medicine into a small plastic cup that had small markings of measurements on it. When there was enough he put the medicine down and handed the small clear cup to the other. Tommy refused to take it, why would he want to drink something gross?

“Yuck” “I know I know. How about this” Techno began an offer, “if you take this, we can watch whatever movie you want tomorrow while eating snacks you want” Tommy seemed to think about it for a second, before he nodded excitedly. He took the medicine and quickly swallowed the nasty substance.

He proceeded to drink his apple juice to get rid of the awful taste that was in his mouth. The medicine Techno had tasted horrible.

“Good job piglet. Thank you for taking the medicine” the hybrid ruffled with Tommy’s hair like earlier, messing it up a bit. Techno did a quick look around of Tommy’s room before asking, “do you know where your stuffie is?”

The little pointed towards a chest he had in the corner of his room, “is in there. Made him his own bed w’th blankets” he smiled, seeming proud of himself. “Well why don’t we take him out for a bit? I’m sure he’ll wanna see you”

Tommy agreed as the other opened the chest and took the black and white cow stuffie out. It was one of Tommy’s favorite stuffies, he fed it, talked to it, and basically did everything with it. So if anything would make Tommy feel better, it’d be this.

Techno handed the stuffie over to the blonde as he took it in his hands and hugged it. “T’ank you!” Techno returned a soft smile, “alright well, I’m going to go back upstairs. Call me if you-“ “noo!” Tommy pouted.

He wanted Techno to stay. The other made him feel better and forget about whatever sickness he picked up. If he left, then Tommy would feel awful if he was left alone.

“You want me to stay?” Techno raised an eyebrow, usually Tommy was okay if the hybrid had to go do some work for a bit. Though right now, Tommy felt quite the opposite. “Stay, p’ease” he hugged onto his cow stuffie tighter as he looked at the other.

“Fine fine, I’ll stay piglet. If you promise to go to sleep” Tommy agreed and Techno got underneath the blankets along with the little. Techno ran his fingers softly through the blondes hair. He was aware of how much this calmed Tommy down, Tommy would ask and ask for Techno to play with his hair when he was little. It was oddly comforting to the other.

“Night night, little one”

“Ni Ni, Techie”

[pterodactylterrace]

Guys Like You Chapter 16

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: 16

Chapter Summary: Meet the family

Rating: 18+

Warnings: None for this chapter

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5} {Chapter 6} {Chapter 7} {Chapter 8} {Chapter 9} {Chapter 10} {Chapter 11} {Chapter 12} {Chapter 13} {Chapter 14} {Chapter 15}

"How well does she do on flights?" Henry asked quietly, nodding for Faye to slide in first to take the window seat.

"She gets sick on longer flights." Faye explained as he sat down in the aisle seat, resting the snoozing child in his lap, her chubby cheek pressed against his chest as a small bit of drool tumbled from her lower lip.

"It's a little under an hour, do you think she'll be ok?"

"She didn't get sick until after the third hour when we came to England."

"Hopefully she'll just sleep the whole time." Henry sighed, smiling fondly at the child snoozing on him. To say he was excited to introduce his girls to his family was an understatement. He had been practically vibrating with giddiness for the last two days. That in turn wound up Kal and Briar, which meant no one wanted to go to bed. Faye had counted herself lucky to get the child tucked into bed and finally asleep before 11pm the night before. Certainly not enough time for any sort of decent rest before their 6am flight. She could also tell Henry hadn't gotten enough sleep the night before, the dark circles under his eyes a dead giveaway, no matter how many times he insisted he was fine.

Maybe they could all catch a nap during the flight. That sounded incredible, though Faye wasn't sure if her nerves would allow her to actually sleep. Henry had assured her over and over that his family would love her, but she had a nagging voice in the back of her mind that kept asking her 'but what if they don't?' Would Henry leave her if his family didn't like her? What if they didn't like Briar? She could be a bit much at times. Maybe they would think she was an awful mother who couldn't control her child. She just had to keep reminding herself that Henry wasn't like that. He wasn't a controlling abuser. He wanted to see her happy. He actually loved her and she was slowly learning how to be loved in return.

Henry reluctantly slid the child from his lap and into her seat before take off, buckling the now grumpy toddler in while Faye gave Briar her stuffed bunny in an attempt to pacify her for the time being. That only resulted in the rather amusing image of an incredibly angry looking toddler hugging a very well loved stuffed bunny, glaring daggers at the seat back in front of her. The second the fasten seatbelt sign went off, Briar was back in Henry's lap, smugly snuggling back into his chest with her bunny tucked under her arm.

"I swear, she likes you more than she likes me." Faye sighed, shaking her head at her daughter.

"I never tell her no." Henry shrugged, giving the child a small squeeze.

"I've noticed." Faye grumbled.

"How do you expect me to say no to that face?" Henry challenged, nodding down to where Briar was already sleeping on him, her cheek squished up against his chest, more drool slowly soaking into his shirt.

"What if she wants to do something dangerous?"

"That's why I have her wonderful, strong, beautiful mother nearby." Henry smiled at her, chuckling at her annoyed look.

"So what are you gonna do with any future children?" Faye shot back, not missing the way Henry's entire demeanor lit up.

"I'll just have to follow your lead." He offered, trying to tame the smile from his face. This was the first time she had mentioned any more children since their scare, and just the thought was enough to make him dizzy with excitement.

"Breastfed that kid for a year and a half, and this is the thanks I get." Faye grumbled to herself, moving over to the middle seat to use Henry's bulky shoulder as a pillow.

"As much as I'd like to say I'll help you every step of the way, I'm pretty sure I'm going to be useless when it comes to that."

"Such a shame, your tits are bigger than mine."

"They are not." Henry scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Mmhmm. Mine only look nice when I roll them up into a bra so you can't see how deflated they are."

"They're the perfect size for my hands."

"And your tits are still bigger."

"Fine, but I still don't think I can breastfeed a baby." Henry relented, his face heating up when he realized the flight attendant had made it to their row with the drink cart. Her look of confused horror was one Faye would remember for years to come.

"I think we're good." Faye half laughed, Henry dropping his head in embarrassment. Sometimes people just walk up at the wrong time in a conversation.

Faye was apprehensive at first when Henry told her his brother would be picking them up from the airport. What if he instantly didn't like her? Would he just leave her there or something? It would make for a very uncomfortable car ride to say the least. Thankfully Niki and his wife turned out to be just as nice and accommodating as Henry kept assuring her they would be. Naturally, Niki stuffed his younger brother into the back seat, allowing his wife to stay up front in spite of her half hearted protest. Faye had the feeling this was an ongoing thing between them.

The sight of a toddler seat in the back, hooked in and ready to go made a strange happiness swell in her chest. Faye was grateful they had taken steps to keep her daughter safe, while Henry was slightly annoyed that he was now crushed even more. With a simple look from Niki's wife, Faye understood that this was just how the brother's were, antagonizing each other whenever possible. Niki wasted no time filling Faye in on a few stories from Henry's childhood, telling her about the time he brought a turtle home and tried to keep it in the bathtub to hide it from his parents. Then he moved on to the time he split his pants at his cousin's wedding when he was fifteen and spent the entire reception trying to talk to the bridesmaids with his underwear showing. The last one he squeezed in before his wife stopped him was when they were all younger and buried him in the snow, having convinced him that's how an igloo was built.

No one hesitated to get out and start unpacking the car once it was parked in front of a rather quaint looking house, Niki tossing Henry's bag at him, Henry 'accidentally' shoulder checking him into the back of the car good natured retaliation. Niki's wife had already gone inside to announce their arrival, giving Faye a chance to talk with her daughter before meeting everyone.

"Now remember sweetie, we need to be on our best behavior for Papa's family today, ok?" She reminded, crouching down and straightening out her daughter's jacket.

"I a good girl." Briar stated firmly, nodding her head in self assurance as she grabbed her mother's hand with her mitten covered fist.

"Yes, you've been a very good girl, even though I can tell you're really tired. I'm very proud of you, sweetheart." Faye praised, giving the child her stuffed bunny before leading her after everyone else.

"And then-" Simon wheezed, pausing to catch his breath through his laughter. "And then Henry comes back inside, covered in mud, sticks in his hair, and he's just like "well, he's not under THAT bush!'." Faye wiped a tear from her eye, holding her aching stomach. She had lost count of the stories that had been retold, everyone seeming to take a turn at ribbing each other. Henry even told the story of Faye accidentally gluing her hand to a makeup brush when she was trying to apply prosthetics. It felt almost too easy settling into his family. He had been completely honest, they were very accepting.

His mother was warm and inviting, pulling her in for a hug and whisking Faye off to the kitchen, putting a glass of wine in her hand before she had even said hello to anyone else. It felt so good to be around a family again. Faye had been close with her parents and her siblings, especially her twin sister, and it was times like this that reminded her of what she had given up to chase her dreams. She had promised to try and be home for Christmas, but life got in the way of her going back the year before. Now it was coming up, and she was wondering if Henry would be alright with going all the way across the ocean just to meet her family. Were they really that serious? She knew they were pretty serious, having moved in together, but she didn't have any prior experience to compare her current relationship to.  Would he want to spend Christmas with his family? They were all really nice and probably always spent the holidays together. Would she be interfering with a tradition by asking him to spend Christmas with her family?

"So how did you two meet?" Marianne interjected, everyone suddenly shifting their attention to the couple.

"Uhh... met at work?" Faye offered up, turning to look up at Henry to see if he had anything else to add. Always the eloquent half of the pair, Henry had plenty to tack on, telling them about how this sassy little makeup artist wouldn't give him the time of day no matter what he did to get her attention. He'd tried talking about her tattoo's: nothing. He'd tried talking about the show: nothing. He'd tried to ask her about her life: nothing.

"It wasn't until Briar's birthday that I got anywhere. I swear, if you weren't such an awful baker, you would have never even looked my way. Poor Briar made sure everyone knew you were no good at it too. Briar!" Henry called, smiling when the little girl came running in the room, a dinosaur in one hand and the other covered in a sock. "Briar, how's mummy's baking?"

"Yucky." Briar informed flatly, the adults roaring in laughter while she rushed off to go play with the other children again.

"She's actually managed to simultaneously burn and completely undercook a tray of brownies once. It was amazing."

"Wasn't that also the time I mixed up the salt and the sugar?"

"It was." Henry confirmed, pressing an adoring kiss to her temple.

"That reminds me of the time you accidentally used garlic powder instead of nutmeg in the apple pie one year." Piers turned toward his wife, laughing at her loving glare.

"Alright, alright. Enough." Simon jumped in. "We all know what needs to be discussed. Who is stronger, Superman or the Incredible Hulk?" The entire family seemed to groan in unison; this must be an age old debate.

"Superman, obviously." Henry scoffed.

"No way, the Hulk is indestructible!" Niki threw back.

"So is Superman." Charlie pointed out.

"A little bit of kryptonite and Superman is useless." Simon intervened.

"What are the odds of having kryptonite on hand, though? If we're going to be using weaknesses, when Banner couldn't shift into the Hulk during Infinity War should definitely be brought up." Faye countered.

"But we're not talking about Banner, we're talking about the Hulk, as in he already shifted." Niki complained.

"Didn't the Black Widow have some lullaby thing that turned him back?" Charlie mused.

"Come on, Faye. We all know you're just siding with Superman because you're sleeping with him." Simon teased, Faye rolling her eyes in response. She had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

By the time they returned home just two days later, Faye was utterly exhausted but filled with joy. His family was so warm and inviting. They actually liked her. They didn't look down on her. They didn't question why Henry was with someone like her. They just accepted her and her daughter as one of their own. Two more to add to the Cavill Clan.

Now that they were back at home, it felt almost empty compared to the jam packed house they had just been in. Kal was all too happy to meet everyone at the door, his food bowl still full from the last visit from the dog sitter while their mail was stacked neatly on the kitchen table waiting for them.

Henry left the bags by the bottom of the stairs to take up later, sorting the letters into two separate piles. A large envelope addressed for Faye caught his eye, curiosity prompting him to bring it straight to her.

"What's that?" Faye asked, tossing the clothing from the bags into a laundry basket.

"I don't know. Looks important. Maybe it's informing you that you just became Queen a small unknown country."

"I've always wanted my own country." Faye chuckled, ripping the envelope open and pulling out the papers inside, her face falling more and more with each passing second. Her blood ran cold as teardrops stained the paper.

"What? What's wrong? Faye, you're starting to worry me. What does it say? Is something wrong?"

"My ex... my ex is trying to sue me for custody of Briar."

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sick EJ? yes sick EJ? hcs!!! please!!!

Ask and ye shall receive, anon!

I think sick EJ would turn into a big baby

But it takes a while for him to turn into said baby

Because he is a stubborn fool who REFUSES to admit he's sick

He's the guy who's like "oh I don't get sick" despite literally running a fever

He'd blame it on allergies and Big Red, who is allergic to everything, is like "dude, that is not allergies"

But EJ brushes it off

They (Ashlyn) have to basically trick him into admitting he's sick

He'll claim he's not sick or he can't be sick because he has THINGS TO DO

"I CANT stay home - we have rehearsal! I'm not sick - we have a musical to do!!"

But Ashlyn, who deals with this at least once a year, has a protocol for this

She's like "BEEP! Oh look, a text from Miss Jenn! She said she wants to work with the dancers today on the number you're not in, and she wants the rest of the cast to do vocal rest..."

And EJ, who is very out of it at this point is like "ok thats ok"

And then he goes full mega baby

He walks around the house, draped in a blanket and being like "my tummy hurts"

He doesn't want to be left alone when he's sick so Ashlyn generally stays over with him when he gets sick

But thanks to the Wildcat family, she has more help now!

Carlos's mom sends soup, Seb brings fresh ice cream from the dairy farm, Nini provides a care package and offers to get EJ's assignments from his teachers, Kourtney sends medicine and disinfectant wipes, while Big Red, Ricky, and Gina help Ashlyn take care of EJ

Big Red and Ricky do not know how they managed to get roped into it but they do!

Big Red gets organized with different medications, making sure EJ takes the right dosages at the right times

Gina is in charge of food, which is mostly heating up Carlos's mom's soup for EJ and then making real food for the rest of the gang

Ashlyn keeps things clean to prevent them from getting sick.

Ricky makes supply runs as needed and generally annoys EJ into taking his medicine

Ricky and Ashlyn develop a good cop/bad cop to get EJ to take his meds because he refuses

"They taste yucky!!" "They're pills, EJ, you can't taste them"

They all take turns babysitting EJ, alternating who sits with him

EJ is only out of school for two days because he's sick and the rotation makes it so they each only miss one half-day

When EJ wakes up, finally feeling better, he's on his couch, with Gina, Ashlyn, Big Red, and Ricky all passed out around him

He almost starts crying because of how touched he is to have such good people who care about him

He doesn't cry though, because as soon as he starts tearing up, Big Red does a huge snore which startles Gina, who accidentally kicks Ricky in the shin, waking up Ashlyn with his swearing

EJ really loves these people

[tartagliaxx]

hello!! i cant seem to find our last interaction but to be fair it was a whileee ago 💔 ahah hi it’s me, the anon that dropped off the face of the earth 😔 firstly i wanted to clear up a few things! my life has been pretty yucky since we last talked so i went off tumblr for awhile,, got sick, got sucky grades back, changed subjects etc etc. i’m sorry i disappeared like that regardless! i tend to do the whole hibernate into my little wallow of sadness and come back out when i’m finished,,, (a bad habit i need to break) i hope we’re okay! i actually just got back on socials and was surprised to see you mention the band hcs ahah and remembered f u c k i disappeared. tldr: me being a ghost was definitely not your fault and just me tryna figure out my life lol!

idk why spacing is so weird on asks anyway, how’s everything going in your life? are you doing alright? since we last talked i did catch a few glimpses of? maybe you didn’t get childe? i should really catch up on ur blog 😀 if he didn’t come home i’m tying him up and roasting him like a piece of meat on a fire bc w t f man???? rude as fuck not to come home to ur wife 😡🔫🔫 if he d i d come home,, disregard everything i said ☺️ <3 he’s safe,,, for now...

so back to the matter at hand: band hcs. love, please!!! do not force urself to write these 😔 i know u said u got em queued up but i can’t help but feel guilty bc i was definitely meant to throw my two cents in there! *cue me scrambling for my notes* from what i can gather.... *squints at notes* i could see childe as main vocal/on the electric guitar maybe bc i think that’s kinda sexy of him (nothing to do with ed sheeran playing guitar...😳) kaeya i can see as sub vocal/bass guitar - i feel like he wouldn’t be the face of the band but very popular for the vibe he’s got going. benny on the drums because benny on the drums that’s my explanation aaaand old man zhongli on keyboard/sub vocal. that’s what i had ahah probably totally different to yours but tell me your thoughts - i look forward to seeing yours! (note: this was just a boy band of my favs 😔) i just saw another post u had about...something i can’t remember but i had thoughts abt it and will send them in a seperate ask!!

i’m sorry i can’t remember much of what we said last time aaa my memory is horrible but i do remember something abt us watching barbie movies tgt and u perhaps saying that’s cool 👀 heh um,, if we were to start, would you want to go in chronological order? 👀 alright! this is very long so i’ll wrap it up there, all my love~! 🦋💞xx (if i got the emojis in the wrong order...no i didn’t 😳🤚)

mAN ahahahhahahahah ok, first of all, i never meant for you to feel guilty over this or put you in the spot for that matter because trust me, i understand. i sometimes need to stay away to recharge and stuff. besides, no one is ever, ever required to keep talking to me after they sent an ask. it’s not your responsibility to socialize with me but i appreciate it regardless. i’m so sorry your life was not going very well but i just know that better days are coming :)) and yes, we’re definitely okay. i do hope that u didn’t feel forced to send this tho!

things have been great! i have been doing absolutely nothing in contrast to back then when i was doing absolutely everything. it’s like a recharge period for me. oh and im doing my graduation rites on may 8 so there’s that.

ok so,, i lost 50/50 w mona and i lost all hope that i’ll get childe but drama queen went brr and came home on my 16th pull after that. i’m still a little salty bc you dont do that to your wife yknow??? so you have my permission to put him in a stick and grill him over live fire 😍

🥺🥺 that’s sounds fun!! the hcs are already done. i had a huge brainrot yesterday and finished it in one sitting. very different from what you have but im starting to feel like yours had more sense to it asvdhskkcbsjka n e way, childe being your bad boy guitarist bf.... MAN i see it and i love it. i feel like kaeya would exude sm mysterious energy and he just catches attention on stage. mr. popular through and through. and like,, i hc kaeya has pretty hands and just,, imagining it on a bass, fingers stretching to reach the chords... ugh seggsy 😭 benny boy send tweet!! i love that.. i feel like he’s the type to always have tons of spares on him bc he keeps snapping his sticks bc he gets into it. i love the polarity tho bc off stage he’s the softest boy around 🤧 and lastly, big man zhong... hehehehe... yes.

i got your other ask and i’ll answer it separately so we can vibe better there. on another note,, yes please!! let’s watch the barbie cinematic universe chronologically together!! idk how we’ll do it though? discord maybe? if u have that u can send in your id through an ask and i’ll send the request privately. thanks for dropping by again, bub!

ps. i think you got the emojis right