#and hours of lying in bed trying to sleep it off hasn't even managed to lead to a successful doze but I have no energy to do anything else

[voluptuarian]

another day of unintentional bed rotting 😮‍💨... in other news I have discovered I love dill in things, what a funky little herb

[pastelwitchling]

Can I request something? Michael is gone for some reason and Alex promised he wouldn't work cause he hasn't really slept in a while and Michael gets home and figures out alex literally spent the whole time cleaning. Like house smells like straight chemicals and he hasn't eaten or taken care of his leg or anything

@brittz-2123

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              Michael should’ve known. In retrospect, he should’ve tied Alex down to the bedposts and stripped him of his prosthetic and forced him to rest. A little extreme, maybe, but his husband rarely took a break if he didn’t really, physically have to. And as Michael walked into their home one night and got a whiff of lemon-scented cleaner and laundry detergent, he knew he’d failed somewhere.

              “So,” Michael greeted, leaning against their bedroom doorway with his arms crossed, “was it my mistake to trust you today? Is that where I went wrong?���

              Alex, lying on his stomach and scrolling through his phone, looked up and blinked innocently. “What? I’ve been resting, just like you told me to.”

              Michael fought the grin that threatened to take hold. “Being cute won’t work this time, Manes.”

              Alex’s façade cracked the barest trace as he raised a eyebrow and smirked. “Since when am I cute?”

              “Since always,” he narrowed his eyes, “and stop trying to change the subject. I thought we agreed you’d sleep the week off.”

              “And I did,” he shrugged, pushing himself up into a sitting position.

              “Damn you and your stupid captain riddle talk!” Michael snapped, closing the distance between them and shoving Alex down onto his back. “I told you to sleep the entire day off, not a few hours of it!”

              Alex laughed, hooking his arms around Michael’s shoulders as Michael bent down to swallow the sound, and then remembered he was supposed to be angry and pushed himself up, dragging Alex up with him.

              “Why does the house smell like cleaner?”

              Alex sighed heavily as he rested his forehead on Michael’s shoulder. He said something that came out muffled, his face too smushed against Michael’s jacket.

              He ran a hand down the back of Alex’s head. “One more time, baby.”

              Alex groaned and squeezed Michael close for half a second before he let go, and fell back on the bed with his arms spread out. Michael sat there, straddling him, waiting.

              “It was too quiet,” he finally said, searching the ceiling for something Michael couldn’t see. “I didn’t . . . I just can’t . . . handle the quiet today.”

              Michael nodded, running a hand up and down Alex’s thigh. None of this was new information. There were days, weeks, months even when Alex couldn’t take the quiet because it made the noise in his head that much louder. “Why didn’t you call me? I could’ve helped.”

              He shook his head, eyes closed as a weak smile tugged at his lips. “I can’t keep bothering you with this stuff, Guerin, I have to be able to manage it on my own—”

              “Hey,” Michael said, an edge in his voice he couldn’t help as he once again hovered over Alex. “None of that crap. I’m your husband, if you can’t count on me for stuff like this, then I’m just going to assume you don’t think I can offer anything.”

              Alex sighed, his grin widening a little as he caught onto Michael’s ploy. “You know that’s not it.”

              “Too late,” Michael argued, grabbing Alex’s thigh and hooking Alex’s legs more securely around his own waist. “I already feel unwanted. My husband doesn’t want to rely on me. What’s the matter with me, I wonder?”

              Alex chuckled deeply, forearm thrown over his eyes. “You’re such a dick.”

              “Is it the flannel?” Michael was smiling now as he nuzzled Alex’s jaw. “The belt buckle? You think I’m just a pretty face, don’t you?”

              He laughed fully, hugging Michael’s shoulders and pulling him in until his face was buried in the crook of Michael’s neck, and Michael held him back even tighter. Alex’s laugh faded into a deep sigh, and against his neck, he whispered, “I love you so much.”

              Michael lowered himself down until he was on his side beside Alex, an arm around his waist. “I love you more.”

              As Alex searched Michael’s face, his smile dimmed to something smaller, but soft. “I’m so relieved you’re here, baby.”

              Michael scooted closer, until their chests touched, and he cupped Alex’s jaw, his thumb brushing Alex’s cheekbone. “I’m not going anywhere, Private. Is the quiet still bothering you?”

              Alex shut his eyes to Michael’s touch, covering his hand with his own, and that pinch in his brow finally faded. “Not so much right now.”

***

Happy malex Monday ❤️

[stylessupremacy]

"I am proud of you, baby girl"

Single dad harry

Famous Single Dad Harry Trope!

Luna - freshly three, is trying to learn how to cope without her binkie. Harry knows he's definitely left her have it way too long now without any restrictions. He knows it's going to be a long couple of weeks.

-

Harry started by giving her one of the stuffed animals she used often. That worked for an hour or so until he saw lying limp on the floor with no Luna in sight.

When that didn’t work he tried only having them for naps and bedtime. That worked for a while till she would keep one and not give it up for dear life.

Harry’s last resort was removing all binkies from the home. He did it before she woke up and even managed to get the one she went to sleep with from the night prior.

As Harry trekked up the stairs to her room - where she was calling for him, he was nervous. He wasn’t sure why but pushed the feeling aside and walked into Luna’s room.

“Mornin’ love,” Harry rasped out, tiredness still laced in his voice. Luna gave him a scowl, “Wan’ m’binkie daddy!”

“Lou, I don't know where your binkie is,” he sighed as he sat down on the small toddler bed. “Maybe the baby fairy took ‘em. Maybe some other babies need ‘em and knew you needed to stop using them now that you're a big girl.”

-

That's how the first week went - Luna giving Harry the cold shoulder. Harry somehow got Luna to use the teddy bear that Anne gifted her when she was a newborn. Ever since he introduced the two as a new coping mechanism, she hasn't put the bear down.

Harry had to go into the studio and had to take Luna along since it was last minute. Harry got Luna situated in her car seat with her teddy then they were off to the studio.

Once Harry got his car parked, his tote bag on his shoulder, he made his way to Luna to get her out. “C’mon Lou, Uncle Je-,” Harry was cut off when he noticed what Luna was trying to give him.

“Here daddy. The fairy must’ve forgotten this one,” Luna smiled as she handed Harry the binkie she found in her cup holder. Harry was so proud of her.

Yeah, it took a lot of time and patience but she found another way to cope without her binkie. She made so much progress and that showed.

Harry dramatically gasped, “Thank you, m’sweet girl! The fairy will be so happy you found another one!” Harry propped Luna on his hip and attacked her face with kisses.

With one last kiss, he murmured, “I’m proud of you, baby girl,” and made his way inside. Harry also may or may not have stopped and got ice cream for Luna cause he was so happy with her progress.

[svfttachi]

Ummm if you don't mind can you write something like Itachi asking his s/o "What am I to you"?!?

SYNOPSIS: Itachi hasn't had your attention for a while, bringing him to some unwanted thoughts and assumptions. When he spots you out with your best friend, Itachi wants to know what he means to you.

PAIRING: Uchiha Itachi x GN!reader

WARNING(S): Non-Mass AU

TYPE: Angst w/ Fluff

WORD COUNT: 1553

NOTES: I have a couple more Itachi requests to do, so here's another one. I love writing for Itachi, but just know that I'm open to writing for other characters, too! Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy another oneshot!

LATELY, Itachi hadn’t been feeling right in his mind. For weeks, he’s been spending all of his downtime practicing his jutsu or reading lots of books sitting on the bookshelf within your shared room. Only now did Itachi realize how strange it was to only see you during the morning time for breakfast and late at night when he had already managed to fall asleep.

Because he’s quite the lonesome person, Itachi didn’t give it another thought, but now, it felt weird not to see you for more than an hour at best. Sometimes, he’d look out the window, in the middle of reading his book, and he would find what looked like you roaming the sandy pathways of the Hidden Leaf Village.

You weren’t a bigtime ninja like himself, but you were still working very closely to the Hokage, Tsunade, alongside Shizune. Occasionally, you would be out and about, but a majority of the time, you’d be beside the Hokage. However, your shift hours were a normal nine to five, giving you plenty of time to hang out with Itachi at home.

Itachi glanced up at a wall clock in front of him, signaling to him that it was a little past six-thirty in the evening. He set his book on the nightstand and got up from the comfortable bed, now standing in front of the window. Your figure had disappeared in that amount of time which left Itachi bewildered.

Curiosity bubbled within Itachi, prompting him to head for the closet. He grabbed a coat and made his way out of the bedroom and towards the front door, slipping on his sandals. Itachi took one of the house keys off of the hook near the door and exited the small apartment that the two of you shared.

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Itachi headed down the apartment building and arrived at the ground floor, meeting up with the main pathways of the Hidden Leaf Village. His charcoal eyes wandered the faces of the many people walking around, and luckily, he spotted the back of your head due to the unique hairstyle you usually wear. Itachi gently pushed past people, trying to keep a good distance with you.

Once he turned around a corner, Itachi stopped walking, freezing on the spot. Wide, dark eyes stared at the two people who were laughing with one another. There you stood with a certain silver haired, masked up jonin who had a single eye showing, enjoying one another’s presence. Itachi stood there for a couple of seconds as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing. Sure, he knew you were friends with Kakashi, but Itachi couldn’t believe you were giving Kakashi more attention than him.

With a bummed out look on his face, Itachi stuffed his hands in his pockets again and turned on his heels to walk back to the apartment.

— — —

It was pitch black dark within Itachi’s and your apartment when you walked through the door. You slipped your shoes off and hung up your house keys, turning on the main lights. Upon seeing the lights turn on, you spotted Itachi’s sleeping form lying on the couch with a thin blanket draped over his body. With a smile on your face, you tiptoed your way to Itachi and knelt down next to his sleeping face. You gently shook Itachi, attempting to wake him up.

Under a minute, Itachi began to slowly open his eyes, finding your face directly in front of his own. His brows furrowed and turned his head the other way, swatting your hand away that was shaking him.

“Itachi? Come on, wake up,” you called out, reaching out to him again. Itachi groaned and rose from his sleepy position. You watched him rub the sleep out of his eyes and grumply push his blanket away. “What kept you this time?” Itachi asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Errands for Tsunade… I would have been back earlier if she didn’t have me do some of Shizune’s chores,” you replied, standing up from the floor, “Anyway, I need you to come with me, and change into something nice.”

Itachi raised a brow, bringing his head up to look at you. He shook his head and stood up, being at an even level with you.

“Y/N, what are you hiding from me?” Itachi asked, looking directly into your E/C eyes. “Nothing. What makes you think that?” you questioned with a concerned look.

“I understand that you have duties to attend to for the Hokage, but do some of those duties have to do with a particular jonin that you favor?” Itachi commented, “I saw you earlier with him in the village.”

“Oh! Of course I have to work with Kakashi sometimes, but today… that was just something else. However, it does relate to you, and I really need you to come with me, ‘Tachi,” you replied, reaching out to put a hand on his arm. “Why should I? How do I know that you’re not frolicking with Kakashi instead of coming here to be with me? What am I to you, Y/N?” Itachi asked, slightly raising his voice at you.

You stood there, wondering where Itachi got the sudden idea that you would rather be with Kakashi than him. For years, you have known the dark haired male, and you have loved him for a long, long time. It wasn’t normal for Itachi to get jealous about this, especially with Kakashi in the mix since he respected the man. However, when he asked you about what he meant to you, you knew this was a serious matter. Maybe spending all that time for something other than Itachi wasn’t the best thing, but you knew it would pay off in the end. If only he would let you take him away from here.

“I—Itachi… can you just come with me? I have something really important to show you,” you begged, “It’s not what it looks like, seriously. Kakashi and I are just friends, and what I have to show you will prove it to you. All of the time I spent away from you was spent on this special thing I held for you. Please… just come with me.”

Itachi sighed, “You didn’t answer my question. What. Am. I. To. You?”

“Wouldn’t it be better if I showed you, instead?”

“If you must.”

You let go of Itachi’s arm and walked over to the front door, putting your shoes back on. You turned to look at Itachi and said, “Follow me, then.”

— — —

Fairy lights were spread all around the area, hanging from the tall trees just outside of the village. A small, thin blanket was placed in the middle of the grass covered ground along with a little picnic basket. The view from the blanket allowed the stars in the night sky to be clearly visible.

Itachi’s eyes widened, a completely different atmosphere from the incident earlier. He took in everything surrounding himself before looking at you, now seated in the middle of the blanket with your arms out. A smile was written on your face, yet the confusion stuck to Itachi’s face.

“You like?” you asked, blinking up at Itachi. The man in question carefully sat down next to you, criss crossing his legs as he continued to stare up at the light decorations around. “Did you do all of this?” he questioned.

“Kakashi and I set it up. Listen, Itachi… I know that I haven’t been there for you ever since I got promoted to work with the Hokage, and it’s been completely unfair to you. So, I asked for a more convenient schedule for myself to allow us more time together,” you started, scooting closer to Itachi and resting your head on his shoulder, “Afterwards, Tsunade allowed me to have more time off. I wanted to do something big to apologize for all of the trouble I must have caused you, so I confided in Kakashi. He told me that a simple gesture would be best, too, but you know… I had to go a little all out for this one, especially because… you mean a lot to me. You are the best thing to ever happen to me, and I put my all into keeping that strong bond with you because I don’t know what I’d do without you. I wanted you to know that. So… I’m sorry, Itachi, for not being there with you.”

Itachi turned his head to look down at you. He sighed, followed by a light sound of laughter. You looked up to meet his charcoal eyes.

“I sounded dumb. I’m sorry, Y/N, for accusing you of such horrible things. I just wanted you to spend time with me, and I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you,” Itachi whispered quietly, keeping the distance between the two of you minimal. He took your hand in his own and brought it up to his lips, pressing a light kiss to the soft skin of it. Afterwards, Itachi brought his arm around your body, keeping you close to him. “I love you, Y/N,” Itachi said, looking up at the bright stars in the sky.

“I love you, too, Itachi. From now on, I’ll make sure to give you loads of attention.”

NARUTO MASTERLIST

WRITING MASTERLIST

NAVIGATION

[doyelikehaggis]

Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Romanogers | Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff (MCU)

Requested by @blairwaldcrf

The meeting is probably about to start. No one has tried to call in the last ten minutes or so which makes a nice change from the twenty texts and voicemails waiting on both phones. It's a good thing Natasha silenced them after the first three, but she's still surprised that Steve, as a light sleep as he tends to be, hasn't stirred at all.

She's more relieved by that, actually. It's been so many restless nights of him getting out of bed after an hour of trying to drift off. So many three am cups of coffee. Too many crack-of-dawn runs around the streets of New York. She's been toying with suggesting he see a doctor for some kind of help for the last week or so.

Her phone buzzes somewhere on the floor. She ignores it once again. Something she severely hopes is not going to come back and bite her when she does finally get around to checking it; knowing her luck, there's some kind of world-ending event occurring and she's closing her eyes to it for the sake of letting Steve get in a few extra hours. It's worth it.

Steve's phone buzzes this time and she groans quietly into her pillow. Now that she's thought it, there's a pit in her stomach, growing concerned that something might actually be wrong and it's not just Tony lecturing them for not being "responsible."

She carefully unwraps herself from Steve and goes to roll onto her side to find her own phone. She's stopped mid-search, dangling over the edge of the bed as Steve's arm curls around her with a gentle tug to bring her fully back.

"Leave it," he murmurs into her shoulder. "I checked mine when you went to the bathroom. Nothing's wrong. They cancelled the meeting."

"Why?"

"Well, we weren't answering and nothing of importance has really happened to update on recently. All of the texts and calls are from that group chat Thor added us to. It's him and Darcy and... Korg, I think his name is, arguing about some video game."

"I forgot to leave that chat," Natasha says, silently scolding herself for not doing so when this is the result. At the very least, she needs to mute it.

Steve chuckles quietly, but it fades out as he kisses her shoulder, then buries his face into the back of her neck. It's only just occurring to her that she has no idea how long he's actually been awake, potentially just lying there with her arms wrapped around him, pretending to be asleep.

She turns herself around in his arms now to get a good look at his face, having been staring at the back of his head for the better part of the morning. There are dark circles under his eyes but they never really go away. His eyes themselves look a bit brighter than they do most days, even with the half-lidded, sleepy look to them.

Sighing softly, she strokes his cheek. He smiles and lets his eyes flutter closed again, enjoying her gentle touch. It's almost a shock to her system. Someone embracing her touch, trusting it implicitly, so much so that he lowers every single guard and makes himself vulnerable to her.

She swallows hard. Then she kisses him, startling him momentarily. He quickly melts into it and kisses her back, curling his arm a little more securely around her.

"Did you sleep okay?" she asks in between, peering at him as he opens his eyes again. "You seemed peaceful. For a little while, at least."

That pretty smile crosses his face again. It somehow still manages to make him look like some innocent boy despite his full beard.

"I'm always peaceful when I'm with you," he replies, but when she raises an eyebrow, he drops the evasive tactics. "Yeah, I slept okay. I've not been awake that long. Drifting in and out since you got up."

Natasha finally smiles back. "We could just... go back to sleep now that we don't have anything important to do. Not that I planned on actually getting up for that anyway, but you know."

"Sounds good to me."

[reveluving]

meeting you (jacob's pov) ; andy barber x reader

summary: the school's been treating Jacob well so far, including the students’ favourite, who just so happens to teach him literature.

warnings: minor angst + fluff

a/n: a different perspective for some context~ expect a lot of Jacob & reader bonding, okay? ^^

˚ · . series m.list

'she's like, the only teacher I can tolerate at the crack of dawn' ;  

First day of school has always been intimidating, including to Jacob, where he already has a hard time sleeping. Just an hour before his sleepiness kicked in, he did a little research on his new school. So, he hasn't stumble upon anything shady. If anything, the articles he found had something to do with the school's clubs like debate, basketball and even volleyball representing up to the nationals.

Which, he had to admit, it was very impressive.

But at the same time, he's feeling pressured.

What if behind closed doors, it's just as bad, if not, worse than his old school? Don't people always say that high school's worse than middle school?

The only good he got out of it is the fact that he's still keeping in touch with Sarah.

At 1.03 a.m, he turned off his phone and laid in his bed, hoping to ease his mind before the big day. He knew his father's doing his absolute best. If there's a single dirt, it's enough for Andy to look for another. He’s tired of taking anymore risks, especially when it's about Jacob's future.

Now, when it comes to his mom, well, he'd rather not think about it — about her at the moment.

On his first day, Mrs May asked the class to partner up with the person physically closest to them. Jacob’s partner just so happen to be AJ Wilson, who became his first friend. Hours later, he met his younger brother, Cass.

So, he gave tomorrow's events the benefit of the doubt, and thank goodness he did. He started off extremely slow, so slow that he's surprised anyone's interested in talking him. Jacob’s major trust issues was expected but he's trying his best. If he was able to put aside his differences with his dad, albeit needing almost a year to do so, then why stop there?

"No way, you got Ms (L/N), too?" AJ's eyes sparkled, "She's like, the only teacher I can tolerate at the crack of dawn,"

He thought AJ was being dramatic but on his first literature class, he met you.

AJ wasn't lying about looking forward to Wednesday's from now on. He's never even touched a Shakespearean piece until you passed around a book for the next project — A Midsummer Night's Dream.

The story was so fucking weird. 

But, he also managed to finish the book within the same day.

Thank goodness for modern translation.

“Thank you Jacob,” He handed you his worksheet. Fortunately for Jacob, it was nothing difficult, just a simple exercise, “Oh, could you stay after class?”

Oh... oh no... but, why? He was beginning to enjoy the class!

“Nothing too serious, I promise,” You reassured, feeling guilty when the colour drained from his face. He nodded apprehensively, returning to his seat and quietly nit-picked where he could’ve went wrong.

Did he greet you formally? Was there a homework he didn't submit? But it's only been his second class! What. Went. Wrong.

He was too engrossed in finding his own faults, he didn't even realize how you glanced at him in worry once in a while.

Then, came one of his most dreaded moments yet.

“You wanted to see me, Ms (L/N)?” He approached your desk when all but AJ left, waiting outside of the class.

“Mhm, I'm a little worried. You're a little quiet in class," You began, “Mrs May told me you’re new to the school so you never got to follow the format they taught in our middle school, is that right?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Okay, so far, nothing too horrible.

“Am I going too fast with the syllabus?” You watched his face scrunched up a little. The format wasn’t so tough but considering that he’s never taken literature before, let alone learn the format, he might need some time.

“A little...? B-but it's okay! I'll try to keep up,” You hummed in understanding, though you felt bad at the way he seemed so... scared stiff. You were only asking him about the syllabus.

Well, that and one more thing but that's a bit of a gamble.

“That’s fine. I have some notes that might be useful to you,” You responded to his look of interest with a single nod, “I hope you understand that I’m doing this ‘cause I know you have other subjects to worry about. So the last thing I want is for you or anyone else to stress out in my subject, y’know?” 

Aw, that's really nice of you.

"But, uh," You cleared your throat — you curiosity's too strong to hold back, "Are you okay?"

...

Huh. Jacob doesn't recall those words being that impactful and yet, he's not sure how to respond.

He knew he's not okay.

You observed the way his eyes stared into nowhere for a second, proving that he was indeed going through some stuff. Mrs May never told you anything about the teen other than being a new residence in the neighbourhood with his father. That, and he's quite reserved 'for a reason'. But, to you, he wasn't hard to read. Partially because he didn't do a great job at hiding it.

Trauma.

You know when you see it. It was pretty clear, even from a mile away.

Whatever happened to this boy, you could only he hope that this neighbourhood's treating him better. Way better.

"I... I am?" His answer sounded more like a question but you didn't want to pry. Not when you could tell that he's a little uncomfortable.

"That's good," You smiled softly, "Just wanted to make sure my students are doing okay, that's all,"

Oh... bless your soul, Ms (L/N).

“That’s... I really appreciate that. Thank you, Ms (L/N),” He relaxes for the first time in a while.

“No problem. If you have any problem, I'm all ears, alright?" The lump in his throat prompted him to nod.

Say any more and he's likely to break down right then and there.

"Now, go ahead. Seems like AJ’s waiting for you at the door. I’ll have the copies ready by tomorrow,” You cocked your head at the door, where the older Wilson smiled sheepishly. You and Jacob snorted, the latter followed his classmate out but not before hearing you one last time.

“Say hi to your mom and uncle Sam for me, okay?” 

“I will!” AJ grinned. Jacob tilted his head, somewhat curious but also intrigued that you knew AJ’s family much more personally. 

Towards the end of his second week, Mrs May asked him to meet her after class.

"How do you find the school so far?" She asked, arranging a number of worksheets on the desk before focusing on the teen.

"It's... quite nice," No lies there. He’s just overwhelmed with, well, everything.

"Good, good. now, I wanted to ask if you've considered any clubs to join?" Ah yes, clubs and society. Considering his poor performances in his last middle school year from... 'that thing', the board of the school still gave him the green light to enroll.  

But on one condition; he's required to join a club in his first year to make up for his previously underwhelming performance. Thankfully, there's an array of clubs to choose from.

"I'm still not sure, to be honest," Jacob scratched the back of neck but dear ol' Mrs May's smile didn't falter.

"That's alright. Hopefully you'll find one by the end of the month, though. If you're not sure, you can ask your teachers, since most of them are in-charge of their own clubs. There's Maths, Chemistry, even your literature teacher,"

Ms (L/N)?

"Yes, Ms (L/N)," She repeated. Whoops. He didn't mean to say that out loud, "She's the faculty advisor for the basketball club. Why not give it a try?" Jacob winced, remembering his therapist's exact words.

For now, stick to light physical activities.

"I... don't think I'd wanna join a sports club,"

"I see. Well, why not join as a manager instead of a player?" The tilt of his head prompted her to pull out an A4 sheet out from the desk drawer, "I'm not sure if you noticed but some clubs offer a manager position, including the basketball club. You'll still earn the same benefits as any other member,"

Hmm, that doesn’t sound so bad, to be honest.

"But, if you're still not sure, feel free to ask any of the teachers in charge. You'll find the right one, dear," She passed him the flyer, along with other clubs for his own references. God bless Mrs May for her generosity.

His options went from nine to four to eventually, the very last one, and it's no surprise what club he decided to know more about.

Reve's Basketball Club.

Fortunately, he knew exactly who to ask.

"Make sure you read the next five chapters before the next class!" You reminded your students as soon as the bell rang.

"Ms (L/N)?" You looked to your right to find Jacob standing before you, shuffling his feet.

"Hey, Jacob! You're not having lunch with your friends?" You wiped the final writings on the board before giving your full attention to the teen.

"Not today, I have my own," He took out a bar of granola out of his pocket before clearing his throat, "I wanted to ask you about... the basketball club, if you're okay with that?" Oh? You didn't expect that — he didn't seem like the sporty type. Then again, who were you to judge? He, like everyone else, is new, but him especially, considering he moved in all the way from Massachusetts. 

"Oh, that's more than alright! Is there a position you’re particularly interested in? Coach Fury’s looking for a center player but I’m sure we can squeeze you in for the other spots," You whispered with a glint in your eye, hoping to calm him down, judging by the way he's hesitating to ask. He half-smiled before showing you the club’s flyer in his hands.

“I’m, uh, actually interested in the manager position, if it’s still available?” Well, lucky you! Nobody’s ever sought the manager position for any clubs this fast, let alone basketball. Normally, you or the players had to scout for someone when time was running out. Nothing wrong with that though, you're just glad someone's interested! He might even get a kick out of it since some of his classmates are part of the team, too.

"Ahh, of course! Come, let's sit down," You motioned to the desk closest to yours.

"Alright, you’re aware that the manager position offers the same benefits as what a player would get, right?" Jacob nodded slowly, "So, my first question is how familiar are with you with basketball knowledge?"

"Uhh..." Okay, he didn't think through, "Barely...? I think I played it once or twice as a kid but, I guess not much.."

Good job, Jake.

You chuckled, "Don't worry. The first time they assigned me on board, I honestly knew nothing about it. I had to do my own research beforehand but in all honesty, they're easier to understand than you think. Do you have any questions about the role?"

"Well..." Gosh, is this worth asking?

"Is the position heavy to work with?" Jacob's face scrunched up. He didn't want to seem weak or even babied for such a question but again, he was advised to avoid vigorous activities. He’d rather not know the consequences if he neglected what’s best for him.

"Hmm..." You tapped your chin, "Tell you what, why don't you stop by the gym tomorrow or Thursday after school? I can show you the basics. That way, you’ll able to get an idea of what you’re expected to do, should you decide to join us,"

He pondered at the idea.

"Yeah, okay, thanks, Ms (L/N)," He smiled softly.

"Not a problem, kid. Now," You stood up from you seat, "You better get going. Lunch time doesn’t end until another fifteen minutes so you’ll have some time to kill," That, and you don't fancy the idea of Jacob eating just a granola bar. So, as soon as he thanked you and took his leave, you called his name, "Jacob!"

"Yes?" He paused at the door.

“Try to grab something other than a granola bar, yeah?" You advised, "At least get a drink on your way out,"

His heart ached — how could he say no to that? He couldn't say no to that. You're just looking out for him.

He purposely slowed his pace as he walked to the cafeteria.

Was he being over-emotional?

He never stopped thinking about it, not even when he got himself a chocolate milk. Not the best choice but it'll do, right Ms (L/N)?

His day continued in a blur and he walked home alone, which he has yet to get used to, considering he's been walking with his new friends who were living in the same block. But, he needed his alone-time.

Was he really into basketball or he's only interested because he feels, dare he say, safer, around Ms (L/N), for whatever reason? He knows there's a difference between the two but he can't imagine himself in another club. He's barely opened his mouth for any other classes unless they asked him a question but for the most part, he kept it to himself.

Well, there's no harm in trying, right...? He even took the liberty to do some research on the sport before bed for uh... safety measures?

He could only hope that whoever’s in the club doesn't mind him.

“JACOOOB!” He jumped as soon as he opened the gym door, only to grin when he immediately recognized the voices.

AJ and the Maximoff twins.

"We didn't know that you're joining!" Tommy shook him by the shoulders while his brother, Billy tried to pull him off. Jacob has yet to figure out where he keeps all his energy — it's already 3.30 p.m. and he's still energetic.

“Alright, alright, let’s not crowd around him,” You shooed them away, placing your hands on your hips like a mother scolding her children, “Shouldn't you guys be changing by now? Not unless you want Coach Fury to...” You drawled, knowing that was enough to send them off in a flash. 

Oh, right, the coach.

"Now, just a heads-up; Coach Fury's a bit of a grump but I can assure you that he's just a 'tough love' kinda teacher, y’know?"

Oof, don’t he know it.

The coach already sounded intimidating but he did not expect the massive scar on his left eye. Jacob instinctively stood closer to you at the very sight of him. You gave him an encouraging pats on the back, mouthing an 'it's okay' when he looked at you in fear.

"Barber, so glad that you could join us," Fury's calmness didn’t last though. At the corner of his working eye, you knew he's switched to ‘colonel mode', "Did I not tell you to work on your aim?!"

"S-sorry, Coach!" A senior player yelped and nearly ran into his teammate. He scowled and turned his attention back to Jacob, only to find him tenser than he ever was. He didn’t even have to look at you to know that you’re facepalming and sighed.

"Sorry 'bout that. You would think that as a member for almost three years, you’d know the dos and don’ts by now,” He shook his head disapprovingly, observing the older members with their juniors, carefully this time, “Anyways, Ms (L/N) told me that you’re interested in the manager position?”

“Yes, sir,” Jacob responded.

“Well, at least one of us have some manners around here,” He noted, crossing his arms, “She's going to show you the ropes. Nothing drastic for now — write down whatever that's good or bad, keep an eye out for our equipment and pass around towels and water bottles. You can do that, can you?”

“Yes sir,” Coach Fury huffed but amazingly, in amusement before patting his shoulder.

“Call me coach, kid, now get to it,” His soft(er) tone contrasted to the booming voice that he let out just moments after, calling the team in to line up for a briefing. 

“Seems like you’re on his good side already!” You congratulated before beckoning him to the bench, where the bottles, towels and basketballs perched on. You chuckled at Jacob as he breathed a great sigh of relief.

"Really?"

"Really!" You reassured, “So, ready to get started?”

He nodded, smiling softly as he finally sound something to look forward to in school.

Days turned to weeks, where you and the team gifted him with the official jacket, not long after his permanent decision to stay. You've figured it out after his third visit to the practice, though, and added him into the list of new members when you ordered the jackets weeks prior. He's already grown attached to his friends and even Coach Fury.

If he wasn't screaming, that is.

You didn't know this but another reason he stayed is because you made him believe that no one's here to harm him, including and especially you. His dad seemed more than okay with you too, which meant a lot.

Hell, if he's being bold, it seems like his dad almost enjoyed talking to you, even for a short while. But, this is the Andrew Barber he's talking about; his trust issues were... something else but if he didn't mind your presence, then Jacob's more than relieved.

"Welcome to the team, Jacob," You beamed — a look of pride that only a parent could have. Something he's yearned to see from here on out.

You were proud of him, meaning that he's doing something right.

Yeah, he'll do just fine here.

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[muffindaddystyles]

OH NO BABY!!

Summary: It was Harry who swimmed in freezing ass water but someone else (his lovie) ends up catching a cold, caring boyfriendrry, a mighty bit momrry.

Turquoise chilly waves crashes against the dark coloured stones as Y/N watches her button sized boyfriend; summat all with rosy cheeks and nose, un-tattooed, wearing excessively short knickers (so tiny it shows the curves of his cute bum perfectly), being a cheeky giggly boy while shooting his swimming scenes. 

She wheezes a cold puff of breath winding her brown overcoat closer around to keep her warm but it fails to do so and she might get a scolding from Harry for being silly and waiting outside the whole time just to watch him but she doesn't care, she's extremely proud of him and comes by the sets of My Policemen once a time she gets day off her job early. 

He paddles towards her like a penguin buried into humongous coats and towels, his brows furrowing together trying to recognize her dainty self waving him quite enthusiastically from far and his face softens at that.

Shaking his head when her teeth clanks together from the gush of stinging cold breeze. 

"Lovie'," He wraps his nippy palms around her hands bringing them to his frosty lips to blow warm air, knowing she hates cold and gets real whiny from not being able to bear it yet she stood in it for two hours for him means alot to him because his assistant told him someone was waiting for him but didn't tell it was his actual sweet baby.

"How you're not a frozen chicken yet?" She asks sighing once in the heat of his given trailer and he makes an exhultant purring noise when she cups his face, lulling it left and right playfully, "Are you okay? She queries worriedly looking down at him with batted eyes and he muses a chuckle at her sweetness. 

"Baby 'm fine -- feeling hot by the way now you're inside the van." He grins bashfully tugging her closer with his knees pulled around her legs, "You better go back home .. I don't want your cutesy bum to freeze to death." She squeaks surprisingly when he smacks her ass playfully and drags her down by pulling the lapel of her coat to smear his lips against her's fondly -- heart bigger than it's normal size at her sight making his day 100x better. 

"I brought you lunch, it's on that shelf." She tells him standing at the stairs of trailer and he waves her blowing a heartious kiss her way, "Call me when y'reach, yeah?" 

"Kay, bye!" Her awfully pretty smile covets dimples into his cheeks and he just want to throw himself into the sofa piled with blanket and scream into it like a teenager girl.

Though, she keeps sneezing through whole ride -- eyes teary, nose runny and fingers twitchy not to mention her numb toes making her feel very uncomfy. Her eyes dropping from being too sleepy and lazy. 

She's about to catch a cold. 

Tiredly she drags her feet upto their flat and doesn't even pet their kitten strawberry on the way to their bedroom and when reaches it flops over blankets snuggling into them -- without even changing into comfy clothes. 

Sirens everywhere as she wakes up with a groan holding her forehead to subside the pound in it and it's feeling like blazing alarms are going off in her head making her want to puke. 

It's dark outside. She's been napping for hours. She manages to sit on the edge of bed deciding whether she should stand up to go to washroom or not for that all she could see is floating wooden floor. 

Weakly she trudges towards the kitchen filling a glass of water and pulls out a thermometer from one of the drawers -- she was too occupied in waiting for it to beep  then checking her fever that she didn't hear Harry announcing; he's home. 

She gasps quickly shoving it under her bum, "Don't you hide that thermometer from me!" He squalls rushing towards her in two big strides of his daddy long legs and her eyes widen comically. 

"I was just checking and I don't have any kind of fever!" She squeals not letting him get hold of the thermometer and he glares down at her sternly, "You're burning up, baby." He hisses, the back of his hand pressed to her forehead. 

She stands up and does a twirl for him shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, "See 'm fine —- " Only to pass out but Harry was quick to take her fall in his arms gracefully squinting his eyes down at her.

"Yeah . . . could see how fine you're." She gives in atlast. Knowing he's going in a severe mommy mode.

"Put your arms around me — Or just fall on me, yeah that works too." She nods and let him slip his socks clad feetsie under her soles to walk them to their bedroom, he sits her down and she wails when he opens their wardrobe to get her something comfy. 

"Nooo." She bunches up into a ball as he fists her vest top to pull it over her head, "it's freezing -- 'm feeling so cold." He frowns because he's sweating his ass off from the heat. 

He sweeps her hair away from her eyes rubbing a hand down her back continuously, "It'd be a sec, pet. Then I'll warm these blankets in the drier 'n make ye' some soup, so you'd be all cosy 'n snuggly … hmm?" She's very unconvincing when sick. Wants him and just him by her side. 

She wipes her nose with her sleeve and sniffs, raising her armpits in air for him and  shivers terribly when he undressed her completely, "Oh me poor baby." He leans in to kiss the corner of her lips but she pushes him away grumpy-ly. 

"You're g'na get sick too, dummy." He pouts childishly helping her to put her legs in her fuzzy pyjamas, plants tender kisses to her ankles once covering her feet in aloe-fused socksies.

When she stands up on wobbly legs with the support of his folded thigh he almost jumps asking worriedly. 

"Where are ye' goin', missy!??" 

"To washroom." Her voice barely audible her throat achy and scratchy, "'M comin' with you." He tells her demandingly and she groans knuckling at her eyes. 

"No."

"You wanna walk by yourself? Alright, let's see that." He leaves her wrist and she gasps tripping forward from weakness -- catching the nearest furniture before the damage. 

"Moppet, stop being so stubborn and lemme take care of you … look at you, an absolute horror –-- never been this frail." He's just so caring it makes her want to cry and have a full on water-works party. He pushes her from waist to himself pecking her sweet smelling hair and takes her to washroom. 

After that he tucks her beneath two fluffy blankets and leaves her to make some soup for her and bring her medicine, "Harry!" She yowls pinching the blankets closer around her round small head and feels bad when he rushes inside in a frenzy with an utterly concerned face, serving spoon in his hand and dish rag on his shoulder. 

"What happened baby? D'ya wanna throw up? Or are you feelin' freezy, should I blow up heat?" He asks in one breath and she blushes murmuring timidly, glossy eyes still very sleepy and exhausted. 

She sneezes loudly, "I just –- achoo!! –- " Another sneeze and she messes her words horribly, " –- you — " Drool on the corner of her mouth. 

"You achoo me?" He giggles softly fetching some tissues for her and wipes her nose with them as she struggles to clean it herself. 

"'M sorry, please come back." She sighs holding in an another sneeze to avoid wetting him with her yucky stuff. 

He strokes her head for a generous moment, "It's almost cooked –- oh fuck is it burning?" He sniffs the air then looks down at her with full on saucer eyes and slaps his forehead when she raises her shoulders, "Maybe?" Thankfully not all of it got ruined and his grin was obnoxious while bringing it inside. Trying to shoo away strawberry who's pawing at the frizzes of his socks. 

She smiles up at him with hooded eyes when he hovers the spoon infront of her waiting to feed her as if she's some sort of lil baby and when she tells him it's hot he blows at it and when she still tries to make excuses he stares at her strictly, "Baby." He warns her and she obliges quickly grabbing his wrist delicately to eat and his heart jumps consciously at the fact she's still burning awfully. 

"Did you even put salt in it? It tastes like nothing."

"Please stop wasting of what's left of ye voice on complaints about soup you can't even taste." He huffs and she giggles only to drive into fits of loud coughs. He rubs her back gently and puts the tray aside when she feels like throwing up from the effect of coughs and moves the bin where she's bended over the edge of bed and his legs. 

"It's okay, hmm just let it out." He caresses her back and holds her hair away from her face -- though nothing comes out since she hasn't eaten anything from morning. 

"I hate this." There comes the first sniffle and he instantly cradles her face in his soft hands, "I know dovie' you're feeling very icky right now but it'll be better in the morning, I promise." She shakes her head coughing into her elbow. 

"I don't want to eat anymore." Her voice groggy and hoarse, he lifts her gaze up towards him scolding her with a stern frown. 

"Hey, now none of that -- you're not allowed to sleep until your belly isn't full." She groans nodding at last and he kisses her shoulder as a little reward. She isn't very bratty. Infact she's Harry's polite girl. Though, When she's he makes sure to tug her back on line but at the moment he understands that how much she's suffering. 

How much she needs him to take care of her.

Taking care of her medicines and her cough syrup he turns on the lamp laying back into heap of pillows against the headboard and spreads his knees to bunch her petite weak body against his chest and closes them when she's properly snuggled on top of him, it's one of her favourite positions to sleep in when she's sick --- clinged and cuddled to him. 

Like babies on their mommy's chest with their bums sticked out.

He tightens his arms around her hiding his face into the crook of her neck and smooches tiny kisses to her sweet spot, "You're so cute baby makes me heart-ache." 

His tranquil heartbeat never fails to lull her to sleep and his hands loving on her sides always makes her feel very warm, "You shouldn't have come to beach -- moppet. Knows your immune against cold is terrible." He whispers cheek squished over her head and she murmures sleepyly —- hands bundled up between her and his front, "Just wanted to make you feel ….. loved." Her words jumblish but full of affection and drool sticks to his sweatshirt when she mumbles against his chest. 

//

Harry didn't sleep whole night making sure she's okay, making her sip her cough syrup in betweens and massaging her head but when his eyes barely dropped and the clock hit 4 in the morning whimpers and wails started slipping out of her lips as if she's in very much pain. Which infact she's. Her body shivers vigorously in his arms and even though she's sweating her fever didn't lower down a bit. 

He has never seen her in such a bad condition. 

He perches on his elbow immediately cupping her hot rosy cheek and gives it few pats crying out worriedly, "Hey baby -- wake up." When she doesn't listen his lungs felt suffocating themselves bile forming in his throat. He throws the blanket away sitting up fully and rests her head in the nook of his elbow.

"Y/N!?" He tries not to panic when she gives him no-response and before his anxiety driven self could duck down to press his ear to her heart her eyelids fluttered barely -- blue chapped lips moving slowly. 

"'M okay, bub. Don't worry ….. " 

"Bullocks. You're not okay! You can't stop shivering!! Looks almost dead." He growls angry at her and himself for not taking her to clinic soon, "You're so fucking stubborn, pet." He mutters rageously laying her gently down on the mattress and climbs down the bed to bring their coats. Almost stomping his way all around the bedroom to collect stuff. 

This time doesn't ask her if she could walk or not and glides his arms underneath her shoulders and knees to haul her firmly against his chest -- blanket still wrapped around her shivering body. 

"Shh, shh my baby. You're g'na be okay, 'm so sorry you're in so much pain." He tries to soothe her while walking down stairs of the building. 

Turns out she caught pneumonia. They had to stay two hours at the clinic for her drip and some injections for which he had to hold her down from wiggling and squirming her way out. 

Made her rest till the fever was gone temporarily then drives them back home when assured that her condition isn't worsening and right now when she's cuddled up into his side with strawberry sleeping on his thighs he nudges her lightly.

"Dovie' I love you so much but that doesn't mean you can scare the shit outta me like that." She just mewls sinking deeper into his side.

"No more set visits fo' you." He tells her seriously and she perks her head up coughing mildly and he raises his forefinger in a demand for her to stay quite, that there's nothing to argue, "You could watch me for once 'n all at the big screen." 

"Harry……" She whines tugging the hem of his sweatshirt.

"No, Harry." He pets her head down back on the pillow. 

Without saying anything she distance herself from him like a grumpy shrimp and fusses under her breath. He supresses his amused chuckles noting the silliness of this girl and drags her back by her ankle towards him.

"Come back here, you little betrayer." He gasps dramatically and squishes her in his embrace till she gives up and herself nuzzles up into his homely scented neck. 

[barsformars]

Tricky

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g - fluff, slighttttttt angst, suggestive

p - san x reader

w.c - 1.9k

t.w - san touching reader's naked body

c - san takes care of you when you get injured and are left all alone at home. the catch is? both of you obviously have feelings for each other but.....san

a.n - uusjsjjs this was requested through private message! im sorry it took so long lmao uh, this is just 1.9k of plotless words nothing will be solved by the end of the story so its almost like word vomit???

t.l - @closer-stars @jeongyunhoed @fairyofdusk

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"It's not funny," you snarled at the pink haired boy who seemed to be overly amused at this situation in which both your arms were put in slings. You had slipped over a puddle of water, and that had sent you flying down the small flight of stairs right outside the taekwondo dojang, resulting in two dislocated shoulders. San pressed his lips firmly into a tight line to stop the corners of them from quirking up. On one hand, he does feel really bad, but if he said you didn't look ridiculously hilarious right now, he'd be lying. "I wonder who was on the verge of tears earlier on."

"That's because you were in so much pain I felt so bad for having asked you over for a sparring session!" San defended himself, a small pout forming as he did so. "At least the body and shin guards saved you from breaking your bones."

Once the elevator reached your floor, San pressed on the button to hold them open while keeping a close eye on you as you slowly exited. You've never noticed how much arm or shoulder action happens when you walk, until now.

It was only when you stepped through your front door and noticed your roommate's house slippers still sitting on the bottom of the shoe rack do you remember that they were out on a business trip. Being alone at home right now wasn't an option for you when you couldn't do anything by yourself, but your roommate wouldn't be back till next week. You didn't want to burden any of your other friends so late in the night, you had no choice but to rely on San.

But things...are always a little trickier with him.

"I can only stay for tonight," San sighed as he placed his phone down on the coffee table. You don't know if it was a sigh of relief or one of frustration; he had pleaded over the phone for ten minutes. "But my manager said that they can send someone over to help you out for the next few days."

"It's alright, I'll ask Jimin for help tomorrow. If they aren't available, I'll let you know, yea?" San nods, though rather reluctantly. He trusts that you'll be able to take care of yourself, except physically for now at least.

San holds you by the waist to support you as you got up from the couch, keeping an arm wrapped around it as he brought you to the bathroom. "Please tell me you have a bathtub."

"I insisted on having one, glad it's finally of actual use."

"Oh yeah."

As you soaked in the warm bath that San had ran for you, you couldn't help but think of everything that has been happening between the two of you. The lingering touches, the jokes with double meanings, the way he gazes at you so softly, and the sudden tension that fills up the atmosphere following all those. San hasn't put a title over what this relationship was, and you've been too afraid to take the lead even though you knew that friends don't act like that towards one another. You didn't want to pressure him, he already has a lot on his plate. But he ought to give you an answer soon if he's about to see you in your most vulnerable state, right?

There comes another knock on the door, the tenth one in the whole duration of your bath. "I was being serious when I said don't try to act tough and do everything alone." The knocking continued on non-stop until you replied.

"You're an impatient one, aren't you?" You joked. "I'm done, I need help getting out."

"Not impatient, just worried." You hear his back leave the door for a moment as he stood up from the floor. And as politely as he could be while intruding into your private space, San pushed open the toilet door gently and stepped in after informing you first. You couldn't stop the giggle from escaping your throat when you took sight of him, his eyes shut close in consideration that you might not want him seeing you naked.

"Oh, you're laughing? At me?" San asked in disbelief as he pulled his arms that were searching for the wall back and rested his hands on his hips, a playful smile growing on his face. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because you're cute," you cooed, much to his dismay.

"I'm not cute!" San argued, his eyes now open and glaring at you, still rather adorably. But before you could tease him any further, San practically stomped his way to the bathtub, leaning down to your eye level as his arms gripped onto the sides. "Don't mistake my manners for cuteness, I'm not." He said, almost with a growl, as he reached into the water and wrapped his strong arms around your torso, pulling you up so that you could stand. Taking pride in the way your eyes widened in surprise, San couldn't help but smirk before giving you a quick peck on your forehead. "You're cute."

Once he got you out of the bathtub, San tried his best to not look at your body as he dried you up with a towel while you stood there blankly, still at a complete loss for words. "You're so rude," you told San after finally able to process whatever just happened a minute ago. The boy merely raised his eyebrows, his lips pursed. "Taking advantage of my injuries to show off your strength when you know how I feel about it."

"Well, you're not stupid, you know how I feel about you. It's only normal I act cool a little," San replied nonchalantly but you could tell that he was too afraid to look you in the eye. "Come on, let's go get you dressed."

"Also, just thought that you should know...." San paused for a moment to make sure that you dried your feet properly on the mat before continuing. "I almost patted your bare ass earlier on." You can't even blame him. With how touchy he and his members are, you aren't even surprised that touching people's butt has become their second nature. But even then, he really didn't have to tell you.

"TMI dude."

San had been watching YouTube tutorials on how to put on shirts with a dislocated shoulder while waiting for you to wash up earlier on. You wouldn't have known either if he wasn't showing off all the knowledge that he had learnt less than half an hour ago by trying to convince you quite passionately, and with demonstrations, about why a dress shirt would be much easier to put on than a t-shirt, especially in your case.

"I will. I will wear dress shirts until my shoulders recover," you sighed heavily in defeat. "But just for tonight, can you help me with a t-shirt? I want to sleep comfortably even if it's just for tonight."

This time it was San's turn to sigh as he reached out to pinch your cheek. "I already told you that it will hurt."

"Make it not hurt then." You shook your head so that he would let go.

"Just sleep naked then," San mumbled under his breath but loud enough for you to hear, causing you to scowl at the boy. He catches your expression and sticks his tongue out at you. "Am I wrong?"

"T-shirt," you stated firmly, refusing to comply even when you knew San only had the best intentions for you in mind. You already don't think you could sleep with two injured shoulders, much less with your crush staying the night with you, and definitely even much lesser with an uncomfortable sleeping outfit. "Or I'll bite you." Those words becoming a reality became much more probable when his dimples makes an appearance once again, resembling the dent on a mochi when you press into it with a finger.

"I don't think that's a wise idea right now, maybe next time-" he gave you a gentle boop on the top of your nose with his finger-"now, your majesty, may I help you put on your gold thread shirt made from silk of the finest quality on so that both me and you can be spared from getting ourselves into a tricky situation?" If you could throw a punch at San right now, you would, but all you could do right now was to sit on the bed quietly and accept the teasing. And also whatever San was about to do to help you put on the shirt.

You wonder if it's too late to change your choice of clothing after San kneels down behind you on the bed, his chest and toned abdomen almost plastered onto your back as he reached over your shoulders to grab your forearms. "I need you to put your arms a little closer together, we'll have to try to get both through the sleeves together," he explained clearly and waited for your nod before he moved your arms as cautiously as he could, his eyes studying every twitch of your facial expression to check for discomfort or pain. "Tell me if it hurts okay? Don't act tough, I keep telling you that but please, please don't act tough."

All you could manage was a soft "mhm", your throat feeling too tight for proper words to come out of your mouth. You wonder if San, like how you could feel the warmth of his hands and body, could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks too. "I'm going to pull both sleeves up now, it may hurt a little," San warned, one hand coming up to pat your head affectionately before he gripped onto the sleeves again. Even with how gentle he was being, a wince still manages to escape from you, putting a pause on San's actions as he tilt his head to look at you. "I'm sorry, it will be over soon." You nodded, fully trusting him.

Though there were still a couple more times your shoulders hurt before the sleeves were fully through, the little apology he makes every time that happens comforts you, and also, makes your heart beats embarrassingly fast. Getting your head through the hole was a much easier feat and it didn't take long before your shirt was on.

San got off your bed to fetch his backpack and for a moment you thought that he was going to pull out the painkillers that you were prescribed with but instead, he took out two boxes of shoulder brace. "When did you even get that?" You asked, amused and touched at the same time. The shoulder slings the hospital had put you in was terribly uncomfortable and while the brace may not be way better, it was still better than the sling.

"When you were getting your x-ray done," San replied with a proud smile.

"Aw, I would give you a pat on your head if I could."

Upon hearing that, San practically shoved his pink hair into your face as he bent down. "You can kiss me on my head."

"I will bite you."

[v-hope]

Taking care of their newborn

Pairings: Park Jimin / Kim Taehyung / Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: "Could you do a reaction where bts is taking care of his newborn baby like trying to feed at burp them or cuddle with them? Thank you so much 😊" paired up with "first of all, i'm a sucker for your writing and i'm in love with it. second, can you please make a jungkook or taehyung imagine/scenario where they initiate skin to skin contact with their newborn?"

Park Jimin

“But what if I hurt her” Jimin spoke in a pout as you tried to give him your baby.

“You won't” you reassured him, holding your daughter tightly against your chest while you somehow managed to place the small cloth over his shoulder. “You did this yesterday, love”.

“Yes, but… the nurse was there and...” he sighed, giving in at the sight of his baby girl in your arms.

Jimin actually loved holding her in his arms, that was not the problem at all. What troubled him was holding her to burp her, for she seemed so fragile to him that just by taking her in his arms he felt like he could break her – and yes, he had done it the day before, but with supervision, and now that you were finally back home without having help at all? Let's just say he wasn't very fond of it.

“I can't believe they expect me to hit my four days old baby girl” he huffed, positioning her above the cloth you had placed on him.

You giggled at his choice of words. “It's just small pats, you idiot”.

Ignoring the glare he had thrown your way, you held his hand in yours and softly guided it down and up her little back. When Jimin got used to the slow pace you had created, he let you know, at which you let go of his hand so he could do it by himself.

You didn't even try and hide how much you were enjoying that moment – Jimin's eyes lighting up and laughing quietly every time your little one would burp.

“She's so cute” he gushed under his breath once he was done, feeling how she was drifting off to sleep.

“I know” you agreed, gently caressing her head. “You're lucky she hasn't puked on you yet” you raised one of your eyebrows, remembering how she had done that to you the first time.

“What can I say, I'm her favourite dad” he said with a proud smile.

“Well, I would hope so, since you're her only dad”.

His smile was soon erased. “Aish, you know what I mean” he sheepishly complained, tilting his head to rest it sightly against your daughter's.

A chuckle abandoned your lips before you pressed them on his temple. “I do” you nodded, “but as long as she needs me to breastfeed her I'm pretty sure I'm her favourite parent”.

Now, after that, and considering she was already your husband's ‘little princess’, there was not much you could do against favouritism.

Kim Taehyung

You looked around for Tae and your baby as soon as you entered your house, already missing the pair as you had been gone for a little over an hour because of superior motives.

Not finding them on the first floor, you went straight to your shared bedroom – having to do a double take at the sight in front of you once you opened the door.

There they were, not much to your surprise, both of them fast asleep. Taehyung lying down shirtless on the bed, and your baby boy lying down on his stomach on top of your husband, wearing nothing but his diapers.

Your eyes instantly went to the drawer where Tae kept his camera – tiptoeing over there, trying your best not to wake them up, and then getting closer to them so you could take a good candid of your beloved family.

Just as you moved to the other side of the bed to get another angle and the camera emitted another ‘click’ sound, your husband's eyes flew open, lazily focusing them on you as he didn't know what was going on.

“What are you doing?” he mumbled hoarsely, softly rubbing his eyes with one of his hands whilst the other one remained firmly on your son.

Leaving the camera on the nightstand, you crawled on the bed to lie down by his side. “Just taking some pictures of my handsome boys” you cooed, making his lips curve up as he felt your lips on his jaw. “What are you doing?” you wondered this time, “I get we're on summer, but were you really that hot?” you teased.

Tae shook his head, later accommodating himself so he could rest it on your chest. “I read the other day that skin to skin contact is beneficial for babies” he explained, rubbing small circles on your boy's back, “you know, it helps create a stronger bond with their parents and all that” he kept it simple.

You felt your heart melt at that – softly running your fingers through his hair. “You're one hell of a dad, Kim Taehyung” you whispered sweetly, loving the boxy smile that had just taken over his factions.

He did his best to look up to you from his current position, smiling smugly once his eyes found yours. “Maybe we could do this, too” just like you, he spoke in a whisper, “so I could be one hell of a husband as well”.

Not like he wasn't already. And definitely not like you hadn't done that multiple times before.

Jeon Jeongguk

“You want to hold her?”

Jeongguk instantly went on ‘shook’ mode the second that question had been asked his way by the nurse, who was currently holding your newborn after she had helped you breastfeed her for the first time.

His eyes darted up to you uncertainly, with just one look asking you if he was ready for this.

Letting out a quiet chuckle, you nodded your head reassuringly, and that was all he needed to nod his head, too, allowing the nurse to get close to him and give him your baby, helping him fold his arms correctly so he could hold her right.

“Like this?” he asked once the woman had withdrawn her hands from his arms, letting him do it by himself.

“Yes. Just…” she moved his elbow a little higher so it would hold his daughter's head more securely, “there you go” she smiled. “You're a natural”.

Jeongguk's smile right there and the sight in front of you overall made your heart pound like crazy, for you had never seen such adoration in his eyes – at least not in another person that wasn't you.

“Did you hear that, babe?” he cockily looked at you, yet his excitement betrayed him, making him look cute as hell instead, “I'm a natural” he smiled proudly.

“Ugh” you threw your head back in your bed, later directing your eyes to the nurse. “Thank you for boosting his ego even more, now I'll never hear the end of it”.

The woman laughed quietly at both your annoyed statement and Guk's roll of eyes.

“Well, you're a natural, too” she complimented your previous work at breastfeeding.

A smug smile didn't wait to curve up your lips now, immediately looking at your husband. “Did you hear that?”

He shook his head, not being able to control his bright smile as he looked back to his little girl. “I did, babe, I did” he nodded, swaying his body gently and guiding his hand up to caress her cheek like she was the most delicate flower in the world. “And I guess she's a natural at stealing my heart” he cheesily added, making you smile in amusement.

“I guess we're just that family”.

Your words drew his loving eyes back at you. Family. He liked the sound of that.

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Prompt - for the conjuring fic

So this takes place when Jamie an Dani starts becoming a little closer, after the red door and the sleeping paralysis thing that Jamie finds out.

Jamie hasn't left Dani alone at the night in that house after that incident. No matter how important the meeting was or the work was, she always used to come back home before it gets dark. But, one evening she receives a call regarding a legal issue saying that there were cops at their office investigating about something and had asked for the owner of the office. Even then Jamie refuses to go because even Hannah and Owen were out of town that night and there were no one around the house(except for the "creepy guy" Eddie which made her concerns grow even more) and she couldn't take Dani along with her because Dani was in no condition to handle any bullshit, the weather is also dreadfully cold and she needs to rest completely. but Dani insists and says that it's just for few hours and she'd be fine and Jamie has no choice but to listen to Dani. Jamie makes sure that she has everything stored in the house for Dani and asks her to not hesitate to call her if something's not right. Jamie kisses her goodbye and leaves the house.

Dani occupies herself with some beer and television in the living room. The house starts getting colder as the night approaches so Dani gets a blanket and settles down on the couch, watching the television and drinking the beer once again. That incident of the red room upstairs passes her mind and she keeps glancing at the room upstairs from time to time after that thought. She gets another beer for herself and just when she settles down on the couch, she feels a shadow pass but she she brushes it off after some time as she thinks she's had too much beer. Just then her phone rings, it's Jamie. She called to check if Dani's okay and to tell her that she's heading home. Dani relaxes a bit when Jamie says that she's on her way home. She cuts the call and gets up to dispose the beer bottles laying around the table and the power goes off. It's completely dark and she manages to find a torch and just then she hears a sound of a a glass breaking comes from upstairs and she flinches and drops the beer bottle herself. She takes the torch and heads upstairs to check it out (Because she's Dani haha) . As she approaches the room, she feels some entity following her so she turns back but finds no one, then she looks forward again and the RED DOOR IS OPEN and a ghost of NUN (Valak from Conjuring 2) is watching her and starts laughing at her with an evil tone. Dani drops the torch and starts running downstairs. She stumbles on the beer bottle and the glass pierces her foot, she eventually falls down and passes out. And the power comes back on.

Jamie comes home just after a half hour of that incident and is beyond terrified to see Dani lying on the floor with blood oozing out of her foot. She carries her and lays her on the couch, picks up the first aid and attends to the wound. She sits there on the couch with Dani's feet on her lap. After sometime, Dani gains her consciousness and starts getting up but Jamie doesn't let her. Dani stutters when trying to explain things to Jamie about what happened but Jamie cuts her off and says "Dani, baby breathe okay ? we can talk about this anytime you want but first breathe " Dani closes her eyes and eventually she gets her breathing control back. She thanks Jamie for taking care of her foot and then slowly explains everything that has happened to Jamie. They stay like that on the couch in the comfortable silence for a while and then Jamie breaks the silence and says "Right, let's get you to bed now " she lifts Dani's legs off her lap, gets up from the couch and gestures Dani to place her arms around her neck so that she could carry her to the bedroom since Dani is hurt. Dani does that and Jamie carries her to the bedroom and lays her on the bed and says "I'll just be a sec, i'm just gonna change out of these real quick". She changes out of her clothes and gets under the covers with Dani and switches off the lamp on her bedside, she reaches to switch off the one on Dani's side but Dani says "Can we leave this on ? please ? " Jamie's heart breaks to see Dani like this and replies saying "ofcourse honey, c'mere..." and Dani snuggles into Jamie's arms, buries her face in the crook of Jamie's neck and Jamie holds her tight. She notices that Dani is still shivering out of fear and shock as well as the cold so she pulls the blanket even higher onto their bodies and says "shhh shhh you're okay, i'm here, and i'm never gonna leave you alone in this fucking house okay?" Dani exhales into her neck and nods. Jamie does everything to put Dani to sleep. She kisses her, rubs her back, her head, caresses her arm and eventually Dani falls asleep.

I love this so much I love the angst and the horror and Jamie just taking care of Dani when she finally gets back!! This is such a great idea and I can't wait to add it to the fic!! Seriously you guys have the best ideas!! I really can't wait to share this fic with you all and show you all what you have helped this fic become!! Thank you so much for sending me this idea!! ☺️

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Hello! Depressed Sherlock x reader .Sherlock is depressed and hasn't eaten or slept in a while and is growing a rather impressive goatee anyway the reader is their to help him out .

Pairing: Sherlock x ReaderFandom: BBC Sherlock Warnings: depression

A/N: I know, I know, it’s not the second part of the Gaston story, lol. I just really wasn’t in the mood to write smut today, so instead, I bring you some angst :’)

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“ThankGod, you’re here,” John walked, or rather rushed, towards you andpulled you into his arms.

“Icame as fast as I could. How bad is it?”

“Bad.He’s not sleeping, he’s not eating and he hasn’t shaved in a while,which is very unlike Sherlock.”

Younodded and softly rubbed your hands over his arms.

“Gohome, John. I’ll stay with him for a while.”

Helet out a sigh of relief, glad that he’d be able to catch a break fora little while and spend some time with his daughter, without having to constantly worry about Sherlock. He knew, that he’d leave him in good hands.

“Thankyou, (Y/N),” he kissed your forehead, grabbed his jacket and left 221B. Mrs. Hudson made her way over to you and gently placed herhand on your cheek.

“You’rea good person, my dear. I just hope Sherlock knows how lucky he is,to have you in his life.”

Yousmiled and placed your hand over hers.

“One can only hope, Mrs. Hudson.”

Then you slowly making your way upthe stairs. You knocked once, but didn’t wait for him to invite youin. You doubted that he would, anyways.

“Sherlock?It’s me, (Y/N).”

Noanswer.

Youclosed the door behind you and carelessly threw your jacket on the couch.

Hewasn’t in the living room, nor in the kitchen, so he was probably inthe bedroom.

Butbefore you went to check on him, you put on a kettle, so you couldbring him some tea. Your mother always used to say ‘A cup of teamakes everything better’ and there sure as hell was wisdom in thosewords.

Theapartment was so dark, even though it was broad daylight. All thecurtains were closed, just like the windows, preventing fresh air to come in. The only sound that wasaudible, was the kettle, signaling you, that the tea was ready.

Soyou put it on a tray, together with some biscuits and made your wayover to his bedroom.

Thedoor wasn’t closed, so you simply pushed it open with your foot.

“Madeyou some tea..”

Youput the tray on his nightstand, trying your hardest not to trip over anything. 

It took your eyes a bit to adjust to the darkness, but you soon realized that hewas lying above the covers, his back was turned to you.

Fromthe way his chest heaved, you could tell that he was awake. Hisbreathing was a lot slower, when he was sleeping.

Youput off your shoes and laid down on the bed next to him, making surethat there was still a bit of a distance between you two. You putyour hands on your belly and faced the ceiling.

Aftera couple of minutes of silence, you turned to face him and softly putyour hand on his upper arm, your thumbbrushing over the fabric of his dressing gown. You had read up on depression as soon as Sherlock had first shown signs, but it was still difficult for you to find the right words, to take the right actions. All you wanted him to understand, was that he was not alone.

“Everyone’sworried about you, you know? More than they usually are, I mean,”you smiled a bit. “But we all want to be there for you. We all wantyou to be better. I.. I want you to be better.”

Withevery passing minute, your body shifted closer to his, until his backwas fully pressed against your chest and your arm was now fully draped overhis body.

Youkissed the back of his head and just held him in your arms.

Soon,his hand found yours and he held on it for dear life.

“You’rethe strongest man I know. If anyone can get through this, you can.And I’ll be with you, every step of the way. I promise you,Sherlock,” you whispered into his ear. “I’ll always be there.”

Thatnight, was the first night Sherlock actually managed to get some hoursof sleep and all because of you holding him, showing him the supporthe so desperately needed. Showing him just how much he was loved byyou.