#double holidays today how sick is that!!!

[zyphnn]

ok ONE last post for tonight cause i’ve been collecting these doodles since….. the beginning of the month 💀 anyways happy hanukkah and merry christmas folks!!!

[bornagainmurdock]

maybe this time you'll listen

author's note: happy one week until the ddba finale! rainy season makes my migraines so much worse so i offer you this <3

content: 18+ ONLY, smut, matt murdock x reader, gender neutral reader, sadist!matt, dom!matt, masochist!sub!reader, impact play, over the knee hand spanking, domestic discipline, punishment, begging, choking, reader has migraines, aftercare

word count: 2.1k

Matt paced around the entryway of the apartment, fingers figeting with the watch on his left hand, sliding the band back and forth over his wrist bone. He knew you'd be home any minute, and then, he'd get exactly what he needed.

When you entered the apartment, keys clanking still from unlocking the door, Matt immediately pivoted and made his way to your body. His hands grabbed at your hips, sliding down to your waist before pressing you against the closing door behind you, pressing until he heard it hitch.

He didn't move to kiss you, just held you there in the silence.

Matt waited a moment before speaking, "Do you think I am happy right now?"

You responded promptly, but with a smirk, "Well I don't why you wouldn't be."

Matt could hear your smile as you spoke. Today you were going to play the hard game, and today, this delighted him.

You took in a shallow breath, staring up at Matt. He still had his glasses on and his suit. His shoes were still double knotted, his briefcase hasn't made it more than a foot from the door, leaning against the monstera planter.

"Do you wanna guess why I might be upset?" Matt sneered, pressing some of his body weight onto you.

"I really haven't a clue, Counsellor." You joked, catching Matt off guard.

His hand snaked up your body, following up your hip bones, stomach, middle of your chest, and then to the base of your neck where he teased for a brief moment before wrapping his calloused fingers around your neck. His touch barely grazed your skin. This was Matt's warning before he pressed his fingers into the side of your neck.

You nodded lightly, enough for Matt to feel, and then you felt his fingers press in. Still light and gentle, but growing.

"Think you're funny, huh?" Matt slightly chuckled.

"You know, I do!" You responded chipperly, closing your eyes to fully enjoy the sensation of his hand on your neck.

"I think I told you to stay home today. Didn't I?" Matt leaned down to be face level with you. His nose slightly brushing yours.

"I told you my migraine wasn't that bad."

"I didn't ask how bad it was. I told you to stay home and take a day off. When's the last time you actually took a break from work?"

"Maybe a week ago? I don't remember, Matt." You pouted.

"It was two and a half months ago, not counting federal holidays and weekends. Sometimes you even worked those. And you've been staying late every night for the last week. You need a proper break, clearly." Matt ranted.

"I can't just miss work."

"You haven't taken a sick day yet this year and when I tried to wake you up this morning, which is rare on its own, you threw a pillow at me and went back to sleep." Matt kept his hand on your neck but loosened his grip, allowing you space to talk.

"I was extra tired."

"No, you had a bad migraine that you pushed too hard through. How much tylenol did you take to make it through the work day?" Matt quipped.

"The correct amount and no more. And I made it, that's all that matters." You retorted.

"You didn't listen to me, and you know what happens when you don't listen." Matt was stern in his voice, but treaded lightly, the last thing he wanted to do is make the situation worse.

He was right. You had woken up with a bad migraine, and you had been on a strict tylenol regimen to make it through the day. And maybe it still hurt. And maybe staring at a screen all day didn't help.

"I know. I'm sorry, Matt."

"First, you are going to go change into comfy clothes and then we are going to reconvene at the couch. Do you understand?" Matt removed his hand from your neck and listened carefully to your heart beat to make sure this, and what was going to happen next, was not only okay, but exciting.

"Yes, Matt." Yoi responded, head bowed.

"Alright, go."

As you walked away, Matt swatted at your ass, catching the side of your hip. When you yipped, Matt smiled, also making his way to the couch to sit and wait for you.

Matt listened as your undressed and put on a pair of his boxers and an oversized shirt, putting away your work clothes as you went.

When you emerged from the bedroom, Matt was sat at the middle of the couch, suit still crisp and handsome. His hands rested on his lap and he faced forward, waiting patiently.

"C'mhere, you know what to do." Matt spoke as you approached.

Once you reached the couch, you leaned over, laying your body across Matt's lap, feet barely touching the ground, hands reaching down to balance.

"Alright there wiggles, get comfy. Hands behind your back." Matt shifted slightly allowing your body to settle into his thighs. Once comfortable, you clasped your hands behind your lower back. "You know what we have to do first."

"Yes, Matt."

"You know that when I tell you to do something it is in your best interest. And if you disagree with me, we have a conversation about it so we can be on the same page. Instead what did you do?" Matt began his lecture.

"I told you I wasn't going to go to work and then waited for you to leave to go to the offie before getting ready myself." You pouted, closing your eyes and breathing slowly to center yourself.

"Before I left, we had time to talk about it and make the right choice for your body. You have been working extra hard and extra long hours lately. We both know that that can trigger migraines."

"I just-" You cut in.

"I'm speaking, you are not. You know its a bad sign when I wake you up in the morning. You needed a break, and even after I called in for you, you still went to work and made your migraine worse. That's no way to take care of yourself."

You waited a pause before speaking, not wanting to interrupt Matt again, "I thought it would go away throughout the day. I had a project I really wanted to finish and I was irritated that I didn't feel go, so I went in anyways. I'm sorry, Matt."

"You know not to apologize to me. You should apologize to yourself for pushing your body and brain too hard."

You sighed at his words.

"C'mon, apologize to yourself." Matt pushed.

You took a deep breath before beginning, "I'm sorry for not listening to my body and pushing through. It made me feel worse physically and mentally throughout the day. I'm sorry."

"Good. Now how many spanking do you think you deserve for this infraction?" Matt asked.

"Maybe two, hmmm, three?" You knew it'd be a long shot, but it was worth it.

"You still think you're funny, huh? I'm thinking something in the 20 to 30 range. How does that sound?" Matt laughed at your underestimation.

"i think that sounds egregious. Four might do the trick." You teased back.

"You know come to think of it. Let's go 31!"

"31!?" You shouted back, turning your head up to look at Matt.

"Don't make it 32. Now count each one."

He started slow as he always did. The first one always felt worse than it actually was from the shock.

Once his hand made contact you responded, "One."

"How did that feel?" Matt rubbed his hands over your backside lightly, playing with the fabric of the boxers. "Just as bad as not listeneing?"

"Felt incredible. Nothing like an impact punishment for a masochist. Maybe I'll misbehave again tomorrow." You giggled.

Matt brought his hand down three times in succession, spanking the same spot each time. You whimpered out, "Two, three, four."

"And if you do, it'll be 60 spanks and I'll place them all in the same spot. Right here."

Matt spanked you four more times, this time right where your thigh met your ass on your right side.

You counted out those numbers, still recovering from the quick swats.

Five more swats were placed across your ass, moving locations each time.

"Nine, ten, eleven, twelve. Matt?" You whined.

"Yes?" He rubbed at the center of both cheeks, enjoying how your skin heated up beneath the fabric.

"Can you make sure it bruises? Just so I don't forget my lesson tomorrow." You asked earnestly, panting for air.

"Of course, baby."

You received five more swats in succession, all landing in one spot, harder with each hit.

"13, 14, 15, 16, 17." You gasped.

"Halfway there, or a little more than. How does it feel?" Matt pressed into the spot he had just swatted several times.

"Mmmm, yah. Yah, like I've learned my lesson and won't do it again."

"I'm not quite convinced. Better finish up the last 14." Matt teased.

For the next minute, you both sat in silence. Matt's hands hovered over your body never touching. He waited until you lifted your hips just slightly from his body to administer the next series of spanks.

18, 19, 20, and 21 came down harshly, all on the left side. As you counted aloud, Matt began the next four. 22, 23, 24, and 25 all landed on the right side mirroring the previous four.

"Matt!" You gasped after, catching your breath once again, hips shaking into and away from his body at the same time.

Matt placed a hand on your lower back to still you, forced you back into position over his thighs. Once still, he swatted twice more.

"26, 27."

"This is such a fun game for me. How fast can I make you a whiny mess in my lap? How fast can I make you beg for the next one?" Matt teased, raising his hands from your body but never coming back down. "Just four left. How bad do you want them?"

"Please, Matt. Your hands feel so good. I need another one please."

"What do you need? Explicitly." Matt smiled through his words

"I need you to spank me. I need you to leave a bruise of your handprint on my ass so that tomorrow I am reminded of this every time I sit down, every time I move. Matt, please. I need you to hit me." You begged and squirmed in his lap, sentence speeding up as you spoke.

"So good for me."

28 and 29 hit opposite sit spots. The skin there was tender and raw, already red blooming into purple.

"You bruise so well. Doesn't even take much. Now, the last two, I want you to count and apologize with each one. Got it?" Matt asked.

"Yes."

Matt brought his hand down again and with the hit you spoke, "30. I am sorry for not listening to you and behaving. You were right and I should have stayed home today to recover and take care of myself."

"Good. Last one, okay?"

Matt spanked you one last time. By far the hardest hit of the session.

"31. I'm sorry." You panted, taking in the final moment of the session.

"Good. You're so good for me. Let's take a few breaths together."

Matt guided you to calm your breathing for a few rounds before speaking again. "Alright, let's get you up here. C'mhere."

You stood, only to be lowered into Matt's lap once again, this time straddling him, arms around his neck. He reached for your face, holding both cheeks and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"You are forgiven. You did a good job taking your punishment you goofy masochist. How're you feeling right now?" Matt spoke softly into your ear.

"Better. I shouldn't have gone to work today. I think I still have a migraine, but I feel way less guilty right now." You spoke into Matt's shoulder, into the fabric of his suit jacket.

"Let's rest here a few minutes and then lets get you a nice bath going, and we cna have a quiet dinner of whatever you want in the dark. And then you can take your next dose of pain meds. I'm sure yours are wearing off right about now." Matt kissed at your head gently.

"How do you know that?"

"I know everything. That's what makes me a good lawyer, and an even better boyfriend."

[filmbyjy]

can i req bf niki and fem reader and they go on a vacation to jp + meet niki's parents?? btw luv ur works <3

a/n: to whoever that requested this. i am so sorry this took a whole year to even get around to writing this😭 also my photoshopping skills on this banner🤌🏻 but anyways, this isn’t entirely a holiday with ni-ki as i am basing it off what happened when ni-ki went back to his hometown to perform. this is just assuming what happened, obviously fictional so it isn’t real. just imagine people!

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pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader

genre: fluff; idol!ni-ki + relationship au

warnings: nope

word count: 2.4K words

it’s been years since ni-ki got to come back home to japan. years without his parents, his family. he had to grow up quick at 14. flying in a plane to an unknown territory. just to train for a 8 months and join a survival show. ni-ki was terrified, confused and quite honestly homesick. yet, after actually winning a spot and debuting. nothing could prepare himself to confess to you.

you had met ni-ki at a small secluded ice cream shop. it was a normal ice cream parlour, there were a few people that came and go. nothing could fully prepare you to come face to face with a masked man.

“hi, what flavour would you like? oh and would you like a single scoop or double?” you say the usual line. ni-ki looks up at you to order, in his head, his jaw drops cartoonishly. you were beautiful. he clears his throat, he probably had been standing there for quite a bit.

“can i get two single scoops? one mint choco and the other being cookies and cream.” he says.

“okay. one second.” you had scooped up the ice cream and placed it into the respective cups. “any toppings?”

“oh umm, maybe some…” his eyes scanned the toppings. which he couldn’t really focus on since your gaze was flustering him a lot. “sprinkles?” he says with a slight confusion in his voice.

you giggled a little, “sprinkles it is. on both ice cream?”

“yeah.” you had topped the ice cream with sprinkles and went to type in the order into the register.

“total will be $3.”

“oh? for two?”

“yeah. our prices are the lowest of the lowest here.” you say.

“woah. i should come back here all the time.” he says. he catches himself and he felt his face heat up. “sorry.”

“don’t be. it would be great if you could come back here everyday. maybe even bring your friends?”

“I think I could do that.” ni-ki smiles behind the mask.

and so he did. he came over to see you everyday and even bought ice cream every single time. was he getting sick and tired of ice cream? yes, but he would be able to see you everyday.

"so how was practice? is it fun?" you asked him curiously. he shook his head.

"just tiring. sometimes it's fun but since comeback is around the corner. practice has just been something I wished never came."

you had frowned at his words, "that doesn’t sound too fun. being an idol doesn’t seem as fun as i thought it would be.” ni-ki chuckles.

“it’s fun at times but you definitely need to have a lot of discipline to really become one. discipline and patience.” you hummed at his words.

“well, i don’t think i could become an idol. the girls? urgh too pretty. kinda jealous of them but i’m mainly just in awe by them.”

“you’re pretty too.” ni-ki says. you felt flustered.

“oh, thank you. i’m not all that pretty. you’ve probably come across a prettier girl than me.”

ni-ki does that unthinkable and he softly reaches your hands. “you’re pretty. really pretty. prettier than any of the girls i’ve seen.” your heart races at his words. in some way, you knew this was a confession since you knew that ni-ki was being obvious about having a crush on you. he didn’t bother hiding it because he didn’t find a reason to. besides, nobody besides you knew it was him. this was his little secret.

“is this your way of confessing to me?” you teased him. he laughs.

“and if it is, will you say yes?”

you smiled, “of course.” he squeezes your hand lightly.

“then from today onwards, you’re my girl.” he declares. you laughed.

“yours.”

a year passes by quickly. ni-ki had a concert in okayama. his hometown. there was a small period of break after their concert so ni-ki decided to invite to travel with them. he helps you place your luggage into the compartment above. you smiled. jake nudges ni-ki’s waist to tease him.

“ayyy, who knew our maknae can be so gentleman like.” jake smirks.

“at least i have a girlfriend.” ni-ki argues back. he pulls you closer to him and pecked the side of your head proudly. it was almost funny when jake's smile fell quickly and he looked like a sad puppy.

with that, ni-ki pulls you to your assigned seat (which was next to him). he kisses your knuckles and makes sure you were alright throughout the entire flight. since you’ve never really flown on a plane before, you were terrified but ni-ki assures you constantly. the both of you shared an earpiece and watched movies throughout the flight. when he looks around, all the boys were asleep so he takes his chance to peck your forehead. you stared right at him and he leans to peck your lips. before you could utter a word, ni-ki pulls you into a sweet kiss. one that showcased how much he loved you and you can’t help but feel your heart race quickly.

there was a short bright flash and so you and ni-ki pulled away. ni-ki turns back to see jungwon and sunghoon with their phones out taking a picture of you and ni-ki kissing.

“whoops.” jungwon says. “you two were too cute. we had to take a picture.”

“send me the picture later on.” ni-ki says. jungwon salutes and settles back at his seat continuing to watch the show he had accidentally dozed off on.

[1 hour passes by]

finally, everyone arrived at okayama. everyone goes to grab their bags from the compartment above once the plane lands and parks. you had to unfortunately be separated from the boys for a bit as your they were going get pictures taken by the paparazzis. one of their managers followed you and brought you towards another gate. there was a small group of people holding up a sign in japanese. it had ni-ki’s face plastered on it. you recognised ni-ki’s siblings and so you assumed that was his mom and dad next to them. they were waiting excitedly for ni-ki or were they waiting for you.

the manager approaches them and explains to them in japanese before turning to look at you. “this is ni-ki’s family, they will be accommodating you for the whole time we are here as you know it can be risky if you stayed with the boys.”

you nod. “thank you, manager jin. you don’t have to worry about me conversing with them. i learnt japanese for quite a while now so i think i can do well with chatting with them.”

“alright, i’ll leave you guys. i have to get back to the boys.” the manager leaves quickly. you turned to the ni-ki’s family and bowed.

“umm, hi. i am (name), ni-ki’s girlfriend.” you told them in japanese. ni-ki’s younger sister runs up to you and hugs you.

“you’re so pretty! ni ni really picked a good girl!” you blushed at his younger sister’s words. his older sister comes up to you and pats your back.

“let’s bring you back to our home so you can rest. taking a flight can be draining.” she says. ni-ki’s mom smiles.

“oh yes, dear. we should get back. you need to rest and also eat! let me make some food for you when get back home.”

once you had arrived at the nishimura household, ni-ki decides to facetime you. his face pops up on your screen.

“hi pretty.” ni-ki smiles.

you giddily smiled at him. “hi.”

“I wish you were here with me. kinda sucks we have to be separated.” he huffs and whines a little. you almost giggle at his cute act. surely, his fans would want to see more of this of him. alas, you could only witness this side of him and even bring it out.

“well, I’m not unfamiliar. I’m in your childhood home. which by the way, your mom has tons of albums of ENHYPEN here. your bedroom feels like a relic, it should be kept in a museum.”

“oh, my mom let you stay in my bedroom?” he tilts his head. you nod.

“yeah. oh and bisco is here too! i think your mom mentioned that he runs in here time to time because he misses you.”

“I’m going to cry that’s so cute.” ni-ki lays his head down on the pillow. “I’m so tired.”

“get some much needed rest, you have a concert tomorrow.” he hums at your words.

“I should visit home after the concert and eat there.”

“i think your mom is hoping for that. oh, maybe the boys can come over too?”

“I don’t think there would be enough space in my parents’ home, baby.” ni-ki chuckles a little.

"well, i'm just saying. i'm sure your parents would like to thank the people for taking care of their baby boy." ni-ki snorts.

"alright, i can't argue with you on that. oh, has bisco warmed up to you yet?" he asks. you panned the camera down to bisco wagging his tail and laying right next to you. ni-ki smiles widely.

"my girls."

"bisco is a boy."

"eh? but- right, boy." he clears his throat. "been a while since i've seen him. i think i forgot his gender."

"it's your family dog."

"it's not exactly my dog. it's my parents." ni-ki explains. you laughed.

"okay okay. it's seriously late and you need to sleep your jet lag off. go eat dinner then sleep."

"yes, ma'am." he salutes at you. you playfully rolled your eyes at him. he blows a kiss to the camera and you do the same before ending the facetime.

a knock at ni-ki's childhood bedroom makes you yelp, you looked up at who knocked on the door and it was konon. she smiles and points to the kitchen.

"my mom made some dinner for you before we left. she just heat it up, you should eat up and then go to sleep."

"oh, thank you." you say and konon leaves. you had gone to eat outside, bisco quietly follows you around as you had settled on the couch to eat. he lays his head comfortably on your lap. which was a little surprising considering you weren't someone bisco was familiar with.

after finishing up with dinner, you had cleaned up the plate and gone to sleep. once again, bisco had followed you into ni-ki's childhood room.

the next day, you and ni-ki's family were going over to the stadium. you'd think that you were just going to simply watch the concert but no. right before the concert, just hours before, you were brought backstage. ni-ki hugs you tightly.

"hi baby." he whispers in your ears. you smiled and wrapped your arms around his shoulder.

"hi." you replied. there was a furball following you around. stopping right at your ankles. "oh, bisco." you had picked him up. he doesn't exactly remember ni-ki since after all it's been years and ni-ki was different now then how he was back then at 14.

bisco looks up at ni-ki then looks away. ni-ki pouts and lets bisco smell his hand. maybe he would remember in a way. unfortunately, not at all. "maybe give him some time?" you say. ni-ki sighs.

"yeah, i know. this little furball is such a shit head. love him though." he ruffles the tiny dog before going over to his parents and hugging the both of them.

as time passes, the boys had to start their concert and so you and ni-ki's family had moved over to the designated seats that you guys were generously given. everyone around you (the engenes) were excitedly and patiently waiting for the concert to start. the lights dimmed and the concert starts.

there was a 7 clear silhouettes seen in the dark and everyone starts yelling. the song starts playing and that is truly when the chaos ensues. you were a little shocked by the yelling and screaming since you've never exactly seen this happen all the time. as time passes by, the boys were starting to wind down. they were talking about how fun they had.

"engenes!! thank you for enjoying today's concert. we will be sure to back next year for another concert here in okayama." jungwon says.

ni-ki picks up his mic, "engenes, i'm really thankful for every one of you for making my dream come true. i get to perform in my hometown and in front of my parents. there is something i have to confess though."

the stadium gets a little silent as ni-ki prepares what to say. "this may be controversial to say as an idol in a boy group. many of you might hate me. that is fine. you can't hate on enhypen. i-" he takes a deep breath in. "i have someone that i truly love. she's here and she's watching me perform in front of everyone that i love and care about. it would be great if you could also show her some love. she deserves the world. she managed to bring out the stronger version of myself today."

everyone was cheering. the boys weren't expecting for ni-ki to have revealed his relationship but they were still proud of him. he stood up for himself. they also knew this would impact the way k-pop was in a way. the culture and mindset behind dating.

"thank you engenes, i love you." he shyly showed a heart to the crowd.

after the concert ends, ni-ki's family and you had gone backstage again. you had ran up to ni-ki despite him still sweaty after the concert. he accepts your hug and held you tight.

"you've cause quite the stir, riki." you say as your voice was muffled due to his clothes. he laughs.

"i know but i had to let everyone know i'm madly in love with you." he says. you felt him peck the top of your head.

"what if they bullied you out of the group? you know how they are now with dating scandals." you asked him.

"don't worry, if the company doesn't do anything. i will. i'll kick whatever they send to HYBE and then throw it in the trash."

you laughed a little. "you're so adorable."

"not as adorable as you." he tilts your chin up and little and leans down to peck your lips. "i love you."

"i love you too."

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Sad Conrad request. Surprising him at the beach house and being there through the hard moments with his mom

Grab your tissues, this is a sad one

Warnings: mention of cancer/death

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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‘’She won’t get better. It’s too late,’’ a crying Conrad said through the phone one late evening of May.

You sat up in your bed, giving him your best attention as your heart clenched.

These past few months, Susannah had been trying a new treatment for her cancer. She initially didn’t want to do it, but she would do anything for her boys. It’s been tough for her and the boys, physically and emotionally, but Susannah was a fighter. If she could beat cancer once, she could do it again, right?

Today, she had an appointment with her oncologist to see if the treatment was working. Conrad had been very stressed over it, calling you more often just to hear your reassuring words. You stayed optimistic for his sake, but you couldn’t lie to him. There were chances the treatment did not work.

‘’S-she’s gonna die.’’ His voice cracked at the last word, causing a tear to slip down your face.

That night, you almost booked a flight to Boston just to hold him in your arms.

*

When June came, you all went to Cousins’ beach for the last time. The last summer, her last summer.

On the day of the Fishers’ arrival, you sat on Conrad’s perfectly made bed and waited for him to walk through his door. It felt strange to be alone in their holiday house. Susannah had helped you plan the surprise for Conrad, mailing you a double of the keys a week before their arrival. He had been taking care of her so well during her treatment, she wanted to thank him in a special way.

You heard the door open downstairs, Conrad and Jeremiah’s voices soon filling the house. A know formed in your stomach, excited and nervous at the same time. Susannah’s voice mixed with the two, asking Conrad to take the bags upstairs.

The stairs creaked under his steps, listening as he took his mother’s bags to her room first, then his own. You held your breath as you saw the doorknob turn, soon revealing the boy you had missed so much with one bag over his shoulder and his suitcase in his other hand.

A mix of complete surprise and confusion spread on his face when he saw you sitting there on his bed.

‘’Hi.’’ You stood and a smile curled on Conrad’s lips for the first time in a while.

He dropped his bag and the suitcase’s handle and rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you from the ground. You wrapped your own arms around his neck as your legs did the same to his waist, finally in each other‘s hold.

‘’What are you doing here? You said you wouldn’t be here until Sunday.’’

You pulled back slightly, pushing that one piece of hair from his pretty eyes. You missed him and the soft smile he only kept for you. ‘’I drove here two days early to surprise you.’’

‘’Consider me surprised,’’ he said, closing the space between you and kissing you for the first time since spring break. Without breaking the kiss, Conrad took you to his bed, toppling on it in a mess of tangled limbs. ‘’How did you get in? Did you pick our backdoor?’’

‘’Susannah.’’

His eyebrows drew closer. ‘’My mom?’’

You nodded.

For a very short moment, Conrad was happy. And it was all because of you — with the help of Susannah.

*

As the summer went by, and Conrad was turning into a shell of his person. He was barely ever leaving the beach house or his mother’s side, wanting to spend as much time with her as possible before the end.

Since her last scan, the cancer had spread. She was getting more sick each day, becoming more tired and frail every time you saw her. Her blond hair was gone, replaced by a bandana that covered her bald head.

It was sad to watch.

‘’I hate to make this all about me, but who am I supposed to talk to? What am I supposed to do if my mom’s not there?’’ Conrad asked one night you were sitting on the back porch, his feet dipped in the pool water.

‘’You can talk to me. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.’’ You put your hand on his shoulders and he started to sob as you felt your own tears blurring your vision.

‘’She’s too young to die. She’ll never come to my college graduation or Jere’s high school graduation.’’

A few weeks later, you and Conrad were watching a movie in the living room, when Susannah came to get a glass of water. Conrad had fallen asleep against you, too tired to stay up late like he used to these days. You asked if she needed your help, but she smiled and said she was okay.

Before going back to her room, she came to the living room and put her hand on your arm. ‘’Thank you for being there for Connie. He doesn’t say, but he’s taking it the hardest. When I… He’s gonna take it the hardest.’’ She looked down at her son, a sad smile on her lips and tears welling in her eyes. ‘’Please take care of him.’’

*

When Susannah took her last breath, the weather was gloomy and dark outside, reflecting perfectly the feeling of the coming weeks.

You got the call at 3am and drove down to Boston, to the Fishers’ home. A red-eyed teary Jeremiah answered the door. You gave him a long hug, then headed to Conrad’s room. Laurel and her kids were there, all grieving the loss of a close friend — a non-blood-related family member.

As you entered Conrad's room, the somber atmosphere weighed heavily. The curtains were shut, plunging the room into semi-darkness, illuminated by the smallest crack of light coming from the top of the window. On the bed was Conrad, still in his clothes from last night, crying in silence and holding the old shark plushie his mother got him as a child. It had seen better days and was missing one eye, he hadn’t let go of it since coming home from the hospital.

His shoulders stiffened when he heard the door opening, about to rudely shoo out whoever had come to check on him, but relaxed when he saw you. Your hair was gathered in a loose ponytail, strands framing your face, and your shirt was an old one of Conrad’s, but none of that mattered to him. There was no one else he wanted to see beside his mom than you.

Lifting his head from the shark plushie, the steady flow of tears on his face. breaking your heart. His blue eyes, once vibrant, were now red and swollen from hours of crying, just like his brother’s.

You opened your mouth to speak, but words seemed inadequate in the face of such profound loss. So you said nothing.

You laid with him on the bed, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and pulling him into you like you had done these past months. The second his face met your chest, his sobs filled the room, finally allowing himself to let go now that you were there to catch him.

Rare were the times you had seen Conrad, but it was heartbreaking every time. You rubbed circles around his back and rested your cheek on his head, feeling his tears soak your shirt as he cried, silent tears falling from your own eyes.

You stayed like that for what felt like hours — just the two of you laying on his bed. Laurel didn’t bother checking on him, knowing he was well taken after with you. It was a weight off her shoulders, one less thing she needed to worry about.  

As the night was starting to fall outside, you felt Conrad's breathing even out, telling you he had fallen asleep. You didn't know how long he had been up for, but he must've been exhausted — in every way.

You carefully reached out to grab the soft blanket from behind him, trying to not wake him, but Conrad tightened his grip on you as he sensed your movement, afraid of losing the anchor that kept him grounded. 

‘’Don’t leave me too,’’ he mumbled, his voice so small and weak you didn't hear it.

You stayed still, frozen by his words. The vulnerability in his voice pierced your heart, and you realized that even in his sleep, his fear of abandonment lingered. 

Gently, you brushed your fingers through his hair, softly whispering back to him in reassurance.  ‘’I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I'll be right here when you wake up.’’

You vowed to be there for him, to support him through the darkest hours of his journey, and you planned on keeping that promise you made to Susannah, even if it meant staying up all night holding him or skipping a few days of classes at college. 

With great care, you shifted your position, sliding out from under him just enough to reach the blanket. As you draped it over both of you, he instinctively clung tighter to you, seeking the comfort of your presence.

—

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[rekino2114]

Making cookies and hot cocoa with fami

Holiday post#1

Pairing:fami x gn reader

A/n: so I actually wrote this way before today because I thought it was really cute and now I finally get to free it from my drafts. Hope you like the holiday posts I'll do.

A strong smell of chocolate spread through your house, courtesy of two cups of hot cocoa you put on the table, you looked at them with a proud expression before adding whipped cream and marshmallows to them, after you finished you turned to see how your girlfriend was doing with her cookies.

A devil celebrating Christmas is a weird idea, but this was the reality you were living in, it all started when fami saw decorations around your apartment and asked you about them, you proceeded to tell her what Christmas was and her first question was:

"Do you eat a lot during this holiday?"

When you answered affirmatively, she was pretty on board to celebrate. Well, not really, celebrating was basically just an excuse to eat traditional Christmas food, but she did her best, even changing her hat to a Santa one and her earrings to a pair that resembled snowflakes.

While she loved to eat whatever the stores were having on sale or specials that restaurant had, she couldn't deny that she desired cooking with you and when she told you that, you decided to make hot cocoa and Christmas themed cookies that you could eat on a cold winter day while being cozy in your house.

"Are you doing alright there? I finished the hot cocoa"

Fami barely looked back at you while answering, too focused on decorating the small tree and star shaped cookies under her

"Almost done, I think they're coming up good"

You smiled and went to the living room to place the two cups in a table near the couch, then double-checked to make sure the blanket you put on it was there and the Christmas movie you decided was on.

After all of that, you returned to the kitchen where fami had finished decorating the cookies

"They look great babe you did an amazing job"

The famine devil blushed slightly at your praise but quickly brushed it off returning to her normal neutral expression

"It's because of you, I could have never done it without your help"

"Maybe, you probably would have ended up eating all the cookie dough"

"I still don't understand why I can't"

"Now that I think about it, can devils even get sick?"

After answering fami picked up the tray of cookies and brought it to the same table where the hot chocolate was. She then sat on the couch and gestured for you to do the same, you got closer to your girlfriend and nuzzled into her warm body. She put the blankets over you and herself and handed you your cup.

"The hot cocoa is good, it's warm and sweet, great job as always"

You finished taking a sip before looking back at her

"Please I just melted some chocolate it's really nothing special"

"That might be it, but you were still the one who made it so it's automatically great in my opinion"

You just giggled before turning back to watch the movie

"Hey you have a bit of cream on your lips do you mind if I take it off?"

"Yeah sure"

You were very much used to fami's kisses she basically gave you one whenever she saw you but that didn't make them any less passionate and loving, your girlfriend was an amazing kisser and you were very lucky to have her, you told yourself that every time she pressed her lips to you and every time it was true.

After the kiss was over you two continued standing there in comfortable silence before you reached to eat a cookie

"They taste just as good as they look, you really did great fami"

"Like I said before, it's mostly your merit but still thanks"

You sighed before snuggling closer to her and wrapping an arm around her, In response she did the same and looked at you with an expression that to anyone else would seem cold and emotionless but after months of being together you learned was a loving and adoring look

"I love you"

A small smile appeared on your girlfriend's face, her bright yellow eyes looking softly at you

"I love you too more than you can imagine"

[dozing-marshmallow]

VALENTINE’S DAY WITH OTHER FRANKIE ONE SHOT

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!! Whether you have a romantic partner to share this day with or not, Frankie is here for all viewers ! ;) <3

Frankie used to really not care about Valentine's Day until you came into his life.

“Lucky contestant, do you know what day it is today?” the giant rabbit asked, rubbing your shoulders.

You rotate your puzzled head to him. To you, it was just an ordinary day, so you have no clue what occasion Frankie could be enamoured about,“Uh... New Year’s?”

He shakes his robotic head,“Try again!”

“Uh...” It couldn’t have been Christmas, since you did just have it,“Your birthday?”

His head denies it again,”It will be in eight months! Try again!”

He was sentient enough to know his own birthday? Wow. You began to deceivingly think about how it would be when his birthday does come up. Will he celebrate it? Will he expect you to do something? He did give you a pretty sick birthday celebration, so maybe there's that expectation to give back. 

You were never going to get the advantage of knowing beforehand. There were billions of other holidays out there, so you answered:

“Uh... Yeah, I give up.”

“Give up? That’s not like you! You’re not one to give up! Don’t you at least want a hint?” Frankie attempted futile persuasion, removing a hand from your shoulder, oblivious to that quick stream of thought of yours.

“No, I’m fine. Tell me.”

“Tell you?” he spun you around to face him,“I’ll show you!”

He reveals his hand to you.

Paper?

He handed it to you. It was...a handmade card?

You immediately blushed and covered your face, the card dropping on your lap. For a material so light, you unexplainably felt the grounding of Frankie’s time and hypothetical heart poured into this gift for you. Glitter had been glued around as the border of the front, glimmering whenever you moved it, a lot of hearts drawn on and words “Valentine for my contestant!” in felt tip red cursive pen. Ah. That's what it was, Valentine's Day. So it was February already?

“Wow, how did you... When did you do this?” you asked in astonishment, flipping it around for inspection.

“While you were asleep for three nights.” Frankie’s permanent smile shifted into a smirk, gesturing to the comfy corner where you slumbered,“Go on, open it, contestant! If you don’t, it’s just wasted decoration!”

“Right right.” you let out, gently opening the card. The double pink pages empty, save for the delicate words:

Dear Valentine!

For as many ratings as you brought in is how much I love you!

The real Frankie

And another sticky red heart glued on the bottom of the page.

“Wow Frankie... For a hand as big as yours and for paper as small as this, this is really nice!” you hugged it close to your chest, gripping eye contact with him,“Thank you. I wish I knew Valentine’s was today so I could do something for you.”

“No gift is needed in return, contestant! All I ask is your satisfaction.” Frankie assured, wiggling a large finger.

Okay so that kinda answers for every other holiday,“Then yes-“

“But wait, that’s not all!” he pointed and a packet of sweets appeared in the palm of his gloved hand,“Tada!”

Disbelief stretched your eyes,“Gummy hearts?” you named, receiving it, the fresh packet rattling gently in your fingers, the field of red trapped in the plastic reminding you of Frankie’s bowtie,“Ohh... I love these. Thank you.” you smiled, tearing open the packet and plucking one out,”Here. You can have the first one.”

“Me?” he points to himself, pinching it off you,“Why thank you!” he chirped, throwing it in his teeth, and munching away on it visibly.

You snickered at the display,“The way you eat is so funny, Frankie.”

He paused and gazed down at you,“Funny? That’s a word I wouldn’t expect about my eating. Why?”

“Just that you can close your mouth, but you don't have lips like I do so whenever you eat, it’s just like, anyone can see the process of you chewing and...” you tried to explain as best you could, laughing here and there,“Nang nang nang. It’s like how a cartoon would eat.”

“Which was the source inspiration for my being!” he replied lightheartedly, taking a gummy heart from the bag and holding it to your mouth where he popped it in upon opening.

"Mm..." the strawberry gelatin softens under your teeth. You chewed excessively until it had all slid to your stomach. Mouth now free, you used it on Frankie's cheek,"You're a cute bunny."

"And you’re my cute lucky contestant!" he added, patting your head,"Happy valentine's day!"

A snort escaped from the back of your throat,"Yeah, happy Valentine's."

[lovelettersforthedamned]

okay this request might be a little specific and long to get it out of my mind because I have major baby fever right now too but what about spending the holidays w/ peter and reader is pregnant but peter doesn’t know but the symptoms are so bad with motion sickness and no drinking and it’s obvious that the ladies in the family suspect and privately tell her it’s surely that bc also they can see it “in the face” but to peter he thinks he’s done something wrong🥺 and she’s acting weird but reader is just nervous

Your Well-Kept(?) Secret

--genre + trope: FLUFF, pregnancy reveal

--pairing: husband!tasm!peter parker x pregnant!wife!reader

--word count: 1.1k

--warnings: language, FLUFF OMG, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of alcohol, mentions of nausea, a bit of anxiety, reader is so anxious and nervous, peter is smitten by his wife.

You cover your mouth to muffle a strange mix of a laugh and cry in your cramped bathroom as you look down at the two lines on the pregnancy test, slowly growing darker. Placing the stick down on the cool counter, you run your hands through your hair. You’ve been feeling off for a few weeks, prompting you to run to the drug store and grab a test. 

Emotions were running high. You should be getting ready for Aunt May’s annual holiday party, but instead, you’re looking at yourself, or rather your belly, in the mirror. You weren’t sure what to feel, but you knew you were nervous. Fuck, what is Pete going to think? Of course, he loved you; without a doubt he did, but kids? The topic of kids was always a conversation for later, but now that it’s here, it scared you to death. 

Looking down at your phone, you check the time, quickly putting your emotions, and the test, aside. 

You and Peter have made it out the door, only a few minutes late. With one of his hands holding yours, and the other carrying a bottle of wine, Peter keeps you close. Walking to the subway gave you time to think. Thinking of both the good and the bad made your head swirl with anxiety. What if Pete gets mad? Can we even afford a kid right now? How far along am I? What would their name be? A soft, but tight squeeze pulls you out of your thoughts. Looking up at your husband, you give him a polite smile, “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb, “you’re just a little quiet today. Are you feeling alright bug?”

His constant worry for you makes you squeeze his hand in return, “Yeah, I’m okay, just a little tired.” He nods, accepting your answer for now. He always knew when something was off when it came to you, and this time was no exception. 

After a quick ride, and a few blocks later, you make it to Aunt May’s, her street filled with a row of parked cars on each side. “Wow, May invited a lot of people this year. I wonder if she invited the Blake’s across the street, their charcuterie board was so good last year,” Peter looks at you as he quips. 

You nod, bringing your hand up farther onto Peter’s arm to pull him closer, a sudden rush of nausea washing over your senses. 

Peter takes note of this, furrowing his eyebrows in concern while he reaches out to press the doorbell. Aunt May opens the door, her eyes lighting up when she sees the two of you, “You guys made it! Come in, come in. Oh, you look so pretty (Y/N)! The Blakes are here with their charcuterie board again, they’ve somehow found a way to double the size; but hey, I’m not complaining.”

May was clearly running around before greeting you guys, her rambling giving it away. You giggle at her excitement, you knew that she loved hosting, especially when you and Peter were able to visit. 

After making your rounds, you follow Peter into the kitchen, the alcohol coming into view. He grabs a beer for himself and starts to uncork the wine he brought to pour for you. Bringing a hand up to land on his arm, you stop him, “I don’t feel like drinking tonight, baby.”

He looks at you and puts the bottle down, “Okay. Can I get you anything else, bug?”

“Just water is good for me, thank you,” you smile at him as he turns around and walks away to get water. 

You sigh as you see his back walk away from you, you’re not sure how much longer you can keep up this act. The thought of keeping this from your husband adds to your nausea, but keeping it together is at the forefront of your mind. Looking down, you take a breath, only looking back up when you see one of May’s friends from work standing in front of you. You’re slightly shocked by her appearance, “Hi Miriam, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“(Y/N), it is so good to see you. I’ve been good, well, as good as a nurse during the holiday season can be,” she laughs, leaning in close, “I’ve just been meaning to ask if you’ve been feeling alright?”

You freeze in place, “Yeah, I’m just a little tired today, but nothing to worry about.”

“Good, good…You haven’t been feeling nauseous or anything like that?” a teasing tone lacing through her words. 

Silence. You can’t even respond. You’re baffled, “Is it really that obvious?”

A warm smile appears on her features as she rubs a hand up and down your arm, “Oh, honey…You’re surrounded by women who work in a hospital, we could see it in your face.”

You feel your cheeks warm at her confession, “Miriam, I’m so nervous. Peter doesn’t know yet.”

“You shouldn’t be a sweetheart. He is in love with you, has been for forever, even before you two were even dating,” she laughs, “you know Peter. And you know who he is, would he ever be upset at you for something like this?”

This may be what you need. Reassurance that came from someone else was always more believable than when it came from yourself. God! You feel so stupid for thinking that Peter would be mad at you for this. Looking at the older woman, you smile and shake your head.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Peter walking back with a water bottle in his hand, “Sorry bug, I got held up by one of May’s cousins. Apparently, he was there when I was born, and he just had to tell me all about it–Oh hey Miriam!”

After a few short minutes of small talk between the two, she walks away, not before winking at you as she turns her head.

 “Hey, we’re alright,” Peter’s voice, low and filled with worry, lingers throughout the air, “right?”

Bringing a hand up to his cheek, you copy the movement he displayed on your hand from earlier, “Yeah, we’re okay. I love you so so much, Pete.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

Placing the softest peck on his lips, you grab his hand, “C’mon, I saw May bring out raspberry thumbprints, and I need to snag some before everyone else can get to them.”

Your worries were at ease; that was the least you could ask for on this day, surrounded by friends, family, and most of all your husband. Your loving, caring, obnoxiously kind husband. You’ll tell him later, but today is all about each other, and the Blake’s charcuterie board. 

--author's note: LISTEN I KNOW PREGNANT PEOPLE CANNOT EAT LIKE ANYTHING ON A CHARCUTERIE BOARD, BUT LETS JUST CHILL AND GO WITH IT PLEASE!!! nonnie, this request is so sweet i'm going to have a cavity. i love writing domestic peter who loves his wife, because i'm so down bad for him. my asks/inbox is open guyssss, so send in more delicious things like this!!! support your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging pretty please!! ok, bye ily!!! <333

[ladamedusoif]

Family (Din Djarin x F!Reader)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 25

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Pedro Boys Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist

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Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Word Count: 1903

Rating: Teen

Warnings: No physical description of reader; no use of Y/N; set after S3 of The Mandalorian; references to illness

Aliit ori’shya tal’din - Family is more than blood (Mandalorian proverb)

***

Din doesn’t get sick. Injured, sure. But sick? Never.

The strange, fuzzy feeling in his head is just a headache, he reasons to himself as he potters around the house, back early from a job and waiting for you to return from collecting Grogu from school in the town. You’ve been helping them out for a few months now, taking care of housekeeping and looking after the little boy when his father is away or busy during the day. 

Din likes having you around. In the beginning, he’d leave almost as soon as you arrived at their cabin, having travelled from the nearby farm you lived on with your widower father. But now, he lingered. He was glad when you suggested coming by on days when he was there, to help show him the basics of managing the household. He would never admit it, but he missed you when you went home in the evenings.

He pours a glass of water and tries to focus, bringing his hand to his forehead and being surprised to find it cold and clammy, even though he feels like he’s on fire. 

He can’t be sick, though. Not him. He sips the water and promptly splutters it back out as his body is racked with a hacking cough.

He can hear you and Grogu chattering as you approach the house. A few deep breaths and sips of water, and his helmet is back on before you’ve even opened the door.

***

It had become a habit to stay after picking Grogu up from school, to help out with preparing the main meal for him and Din. Din appreciates your help - he tells you how much he’s learned from you, and how much he still needs to know. 

Today, you stand side by side at one of the worktops peeling vegetables and chopping them into bite-size chunks to accompany the meat that’s cooking nicely in the oven, filling the little cabin with its aroma. You look over to see how Din is getting on, and are struck by the fact that his chopping is a far cry from its usual even, meticulous standard.

More worryingly, you’re sure you can hear him wheezing through his modulator. He’s leaning heavily on the worktop, as if for fear he’ll fall. 

“Din? Are you okay?”

He shakes his head. “I’m fine. It’s just a headache.”

No sooner has he resumed his work than a horrible, hacking cough has him bent double, gasping under his helmet. Even Grogu is scared - you can see it in his big dark eyes as he drops his toys and runs to comfort his beloved father.

“That’s not a headache, Din. You’re sick.”

The Mandalorian grips the edge of the counter and hauls himself up to his full, imposing height, Grogu still clinging to his leg. “I am not sick. I don’t get sick.”

You toss your knife on the chopping board. “Are Mandalorians somehow special, that they don’t get a simple cold, now and again?”

He does that exasperated sigh you’ve heard too often.

“Alright, Din. You’re not sick. But tell me how your body feels, being not-sick.”

That sigh.

“My head feels a little fuzzy. I have this slight cough. That’s it.”

“No fever?”

He shakes his head again, and you spot him tightening his grip on the counter. “I am fine. Now, can we please make some dinner?”

***

You tend to eat outside, on the veranda, if you’re eating with Din and Grogu. It means he can take off his helmet and eat comfortably, without revealing his face to someone outside his family.

You eat the last of your vegetables and survey the little garden the clan of two have cultivated, with your help. A little pond, a vegetable patch, even some desert flowers that bloom happily in the dry, sandy soil. 

A proper home for the little family, you muse. From what your father and Karga had told you about Din and Grogu’s past, you knew they deserved this little sanctuary.

Your reverie is shattered by the sound of distressed noises coming from inside the cabin - Grogu, babbling in panic and crying out with fear. You drop your bowl and are about to race inside when you stop, remembering that Din may well have his helmet off. 

“I’m coming in. Din? Just giving you fair warning.”

No answer. Just more frightened coos and what sounds like metal scraping on the floor.

“Din?”

Still nothing.

“Grogu? Is it okay for me to come in?”

The door to the cabin opens and the child races out and flings himself into your arms, pointing back into the house and babbling something in his curious mix of Basic and Mando’a about his father.

You understand as soon as you enter. 

There, on the floor of the kitchen, his helmet barely on, lies an unconscious Din Djarin.

***

With the help of Grogu’s powers, you lift Din and move him to his bed, still unresponsive. Din is definitely breathing, thankfully, but there’s a crackling wheeze in his chest that scares you as you manoeuvre his broad body onto the mattress.

If it was anyone else you’d be taking his temperature and preparing cold compresses for his brow. But this is a Mandalorian, one who takes his creed very seriously, and even the prospect of exposing Din’s chest feels like a violation.

When his body starts to tremble, despite the blankets you’ve pulled over him, you take an executive decision.

“Grogu?” He looks up at you from his spot beside his sick father on the bed. “I’m going to open up your dad’s shirt, just a little. I need to hear his breathing and try to cool him down. I’m not going to hurt him.”

With a coo and a nod he confirms that he understands. You expose just enough of Din’s broad chest to assess his temperature, the clammy, hot skin while Din continues to shiver proof of the severity of the fever. 

Grogu places his little hand on his father’s chest, eyes wide with fear and concern. He can heal many injuries, but the Force is no match for whatever virus or infection is raging through Din’s system. 

“We’re going to make your buir all better, I promise. Can you help me with that?”

He nods and hops off the bed, following you into the kitchen where you fill some bowls with cold water and find rags to make cold compresses. Grogu watches attentively as you place the damp cloths on Din’s chest, rising and falling with each shallow breath. 

“Now, you need to stay here and keep the cloths on his chest, okay? I’m going to try to make up some medicine to help make him all better.”

Before she died, your mother had taught you a few simple herbal remedies that could be easily prepared in advance, dried, and carried with you, in case of emergency. “Bacta is a wonderful thing,” she’d counseled, “until you find yourself in the middle of nowhere with a fever.”

You retrieve the little vials of dried herbs from your bag and set some water to boil, ready to make the infusion. The liquid turns an ominous purple colour as the herbs brew, and you can’t help but chuckle as you imagine how Din would react if you presented him with this in the whole of his health.

When the medicine has cooled enough to be administered, you return to Din’s simple, neat bedroom, where Grogu is dutifully pressing the cloths to his father’s chest. You praise him effusively, showing him how to wring out the cloths and make them colder again.

As you prop Din up on the pillows, you realise that you aren’t going to be able to give him the special medicine as you would anyone else. Gingerly, you push back his helmet just enough to expose his mouth.

You pause for a moment as you realise this is the most you’ve ever seen of the Mandalorian. Seeing the open expanse of his golden, battle-scarred chest and the peek of his jaw somehow seems more intimate than if Din was lying here completely naked. His mouth is pink and plush, and you are surprised to realise that Din has a moustache, as well as a patchy beard, of sorts. You push away the temptation to peek further, as well as the desire that’s rising inside you.

“Help me give your buir this medicine, Grogu. Can you keep his helmet at this angle for me?”

The little boy is only too keen to help, and you slowly, steadily, feed Din the mixture you hope will heal him.

***

Other than changing the water and the compresses, you do not move from Din’s side all night. Grogu falls asleep on his father’s chest, and you scoop him up and bring him to bed, placing a little kiss to his fuzzy scalp as you tuck him into his cot. He coos sleepily in appreciation.

You are waiting for Din’s fever to break, the turning point in any illness like this. If it doesn’t happen tonight, you’ll need to seek a medic in the morning. 

His helmet is still up slightly, and you study the line of his jaw, the little divot in his lower lip, the dark hair of his moustache. You trace the scars on his body, wondering about the stories behind each one, feeling a simultaneous sense of relief that he is still here and dread at the prospect of this man being wounded - or worse - in the future.

In the darkest hours of the night, with Din’s breathing still heavy and laboured, you find yourself reaching for his hand: running your fingertips over his broad palm and thick fingers before holding it gently, willing the herbal mixture to do its work. He is all Grogu has, after all. He is his entire family, and vice versa. 

And what are you?, asks a little voice inside you. Is this your clan, too?

You have pressed your lips to the back of his hand before you realise what you’re doing.

***

His stirring wakes you to the half-light of early morning, your hand still wrapped around his.

“Din?”

He tries to sit up, reaching in panic to adjust his helmet when he realises how much of his face is exposed.

“Din, take it easy…” You press your hand to his chest and sigh with relief as you realise his temperature is normal.

“What…why - what happened?”

“You were sick, had a bad fever - you’ve been out since yesterday afternoon.”

“I don’t get sick.”

You roll your eyes and chuckle. “Yes, you do. Hate to break it to you.”

You swear you can hear a huffed laugh from under his helmet.

“Din, I… I’m sorry for opening your shirt, lifting the helmet - I had to, it was the only way to help. I only saw part of your jaw, but… I’m so sorry.”

To your surprise, he reaches for your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. 

“I’m grateful. You didn’t have to stay here.”

I wanted to take care of you. I want to take care of you. I need to take care of you.

“I couldn’t have left you. Anyway, what would we - I mean, what would Grogu do without you?”

Another gentle squeeze of your hand.

“What would I do without you, cyare?” 

[aheckinmess]

Blue Christmas

(Part 18 of The Snowball Effect)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Enji Todoroki, Endeavor, Female Reader, Reader Has an Ice Quirk, Endeavor x Reader, Enji Todoroki x Reader, MHA Christmas Special, Lending One Another a Coat, This One's Short, Sorry Not Sorry, I Am, In Fact, Sick, So I Didn't Want to Write a Lot, But I Still Wanted to Get Something Out, Because I'm Technically Supposed to Double Up Today

Word Count: 282 words

Summary: You join Enji out in the garden under the Pagoda tree and reflect on how much you love each other.

Author's Note: This is a VERY short chapter, but seeing as I'm sick, I needed the break from something lengthy. I think it's still cute, at least.

Playlist: The Snowball Effect

December 18

“You are bound and determined to get sick again, aren’t you?” Enji chuckles when you step outside with him under the Pagoda tree in nothing but a long-sleeve shirt and leggings.

“I’m really not; I just wanted to keep you company for a little bit. It’s not so bad.” You insist. “Besides, that just means you’ll need to snuggle in closer in order to keep me warm.”

“As if that’s a problem.”

It’s not. In fact, Enji takes off his own coat and pulls it around your shoulders, taking the time to button it up even though it’s clear the fabric swallows you whole in its massive size – so much so that it drags along the ground. Enji doesn’t seem to mind, taking extra time to roll up the sleeves until your hands are free to roam. 

Only then does he scoop you up and cradle you against his chest. Every sunbeam that’s ever touched the ground would never be enough to match the light radiating in your heart for Enji Todoroki; it only takes one look up at him to confirm this as he sits down with you on the bench.

“You complete me.” You close your eyes. “Never forget that.”

“I’m not sure you’d let me.” Enji’s fingers rub soft assurances against your covered arms. “Every breath you take in my presence is a gift I don’t deserve.”

“Waxing poetic today, aren’t we?” You giggle, opening your eyes again to stare into the deep blue sea of his eyes. “I didn’t take you for a poet, Enchan.”

“I’m not.” He grunts, looking away with the softest blush painting his cheeks. “At least, not for anyone else.” 

“That’s enough for me.”

Day 19

Credit to @saradika-graphics for the holiday banner! Thank you so much!

[galaxymagitech]

My brother is convinced that he can “balance his hair’s oils” by refusing to shampoo it for weeks, and it’s come to a head today. My mom is apoplectic. She’s now shouting “my son wants to ruin the Christmas photos!” and that he “looks like a g-ddamn greaseball.”

In other news, we’re apparently responsible for bringing the menorah to Christmas dinner (and candles, which are extra easy to forget), and my granny asked me to teach everyone to play dreidel because “you can read the letters.” There are four letters on the dreidel, so I’m not sure how it’s at all meaningful that I can memorize נ, ה, ג, and ש. But apparently that means it’s my job to teach my Catholic grandma (and my very much non-Jewish cousins, if they aren’t too sick to come) how to play dreidel. That should be interesting.

Greasy Hair Brother and my mom also are having an argument about if blue is an acceptable shirt color for the Christmas photo, because everyone else is wearing red and green, but it is Hanukkah, so blue is seasonally appropriate.

Double the holidays? Double the chaos!

[dollsonmain]

I did not sleep at all last night. I even went and laid down in the guest room after That Guy got up where I usually pass right out but I didn't sleep in there, either.

I feel like All the Shit.

Long morning ramble.

Sleeping in a night cap is annoying but it's keeping my ends from being fried for longer. My hair's texture was already chef's kiss, now it's double chef's kiss.

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That Guy said that he has to run the car tax payment to town on his way home from work today but DO NOT try to walk home if he's not there when I get off work because it's going to be nearly 100F and wait for him to pick me up.

He also said he'll have to start looking for another car, which should have been done a very, very long time ago because I could have been working as soon as Son expressed and demonstrated that I wasn't needed by him anymore. Don't take that the wrong way, I don't mean he said "I don't need you." he said things like he'd like to go to the bus stop by himself and has shown that he can be trusted on his own, etc.

I did intend to get my own car (or a truck), but if he buys one and doesn't expect me to pay for it (though he may expect me to pay for it) that lets me put more into savings for later.

I think That Guy is suddenly aware of how difficult he's made it for me to work all this time, which is interesting because I really did think he did it on purpose and then was blaming me.

He was saying that to drop me off and pick me up at the mail room job he'd only be able to work 4 hours a day. Granted he'd earn more in that four hours than I will in 12 hours even with this moderately big pay rate. And I was like yes, that's why I'd been limiting my job search to positions on your normal route (as he'd demanded), but this job pays much more per hour than any of the others I can do locally and I have experience which makes it more likely I'd get in, so it's worth the extra time and effort in my opinion.

$19.23/hr is THE highest income I've seen locally for almost ANY job, actually... There was one federal job that requires a TS clearance that pays like $65/hr, most are paying around $15 with some management positions offering $17 - $24. The gas station I'm at is actually one of the lowest at $10 though there are some places offering $8.50. Because they can.

He did say he'd thought it was a federal mail position and I'd get the Big Bennies and retirement but I'd just be an employee of Goodwill so not get the USPS packet. I'm not the only one that's been confused by how the job was listed.

The actually bennies:

50% Company-paid Health Insurance After 30 days of employment and begins the first day of the first month after employees’ first 30 days.

Company-paid Life Insurance

Company-paid Long-Term Disability (LTD) and Accidental Death and Dismemberment (AD&D) insurance

Dental Insurance – Guardian Dental

Vision Insurance – Davis Vision

Supplemental Insurances – Colonial Life and Legal Shield

401(k) – The company matches up to 4% of salary and is available for enrollment after six months of employment.

Employee Assistance Program (EAP)

Resource Assistance Program (RAP)

Direct Deposit

Vacation Leave – Twelve days of vacation available after 3 months of employment.

Sick Leave – 6 days that can be used after 30 days of employment.

Personal Days – 3 days that can be used starting on your first day.

Holiday Pay – 8 paid holidays after 30 days of employment.

That's not as good as federal, but is pretty good.

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It's like he's only just now understanding what telling me to get insurance, which meant getting a job because he won't let the insurance companies look at his finances to prove that I can afford insurance and won't sell a policy to someone with less than $1k in the bank and no income, MEANS.

It means me being even more physically exhausted, in more pain, chores not getting done, falling asleep at the dinner table while eating....

He really did not expect me to throw myself out into the world like i have, and does not seem to have understood just how much of an inconvenience me working would be for him.

Like, he was crunching the numbers because he doesn't want to be thrown into a higher tax bracket even if it means more money coming in overall, but I think I'd be filing separately anyway so I can get back as much as possible without it being on a check in his name.

I wonder if the mail room folks get any sort of tax preparation deals since we're working IN an IRS office... Wouldn't that be nice to be able to say "It's my turn" and go sit down with an IRS prepper and do your taxes in person to be sure they're very correct?

So, I think I mentioned already the hours are 6:30-3 which is kind of nice as I do like getting my day over with early and I'd still be getting up at 3:30 with That Guy anyway so it's not like I'd have to change my sleep schedule at all.

The lady on the phone also cleared up some confusion for me about why the job listing said Goodwill, then IRS, and talking about custodial jobs????

So, I'd be an employee of Goodwill, and Goodwill contracts out those employees to other places, specifically the local Goodwill contracts out to federal and military establishments (the IRS building is on a small National Guard base so I do have to go through a checkpoint and get the car searched which is annoying and I hope I don't have to do that EVERY day, like I hope I get an ID card I just scan and can get in or something...) and their contract has been running so long with this IRS branch that Goodwill's sign is on the building.

The custodial job mention was them pointing anyone that IS severely disabled toward that job instead of the mail room position because the custodial job is slow paced which makes it suitable for people with developmental delays who may need more time to complete a task. But the whole job listing was a mess.

I do need to ask when the next bid is, because I could get hired on, the contract be rebid, and Goodwill lose which would leave me with no work until another contract was picked up, or could also mean a pay cut if they have to undercut another contractor to get the lowest bid and it's good to know what to expect.

She also said that some of the small mail crew, which is about 5 people (to me that is a lot because I'm used to being alone in the mail room) bring in knitting or crochet projects because it's slow now and then. That's generally when I would pick up a broom or a bottle of cleanser but I wouldn't mind crocheting at work :P

Also need to ask about lunch because the work day is exactly 8 hours so unless lunch is paid, I'd not be getting paid for 8 hours of work every day.

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Anyway I've been feeling the guilt about maybe jumping jobs so soon (my start date would likely be mid August if not a little later), but I also helped find a vendor for something the gas station needed and that helps two people [who aren't me make more money... hm....] so I guess I don't feel too bad.

Manager asked me if I bake because people have been asking for fresh baked goods and I said no, I hate cooking and you can't make me do it, BUT I know that one of Son's classmates' moms bakes and is selling things through the local 7-11 so I'll ask if they'd be interested and they are. They should get in contact with the gas station any day now.

My suggestion is that the baker take some samples to the gas station and go talk to Manager in person, but I'm not the one running the business.

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

Copper top encounter with surprise jr pie part 14

"Copper summoned surprise, Jr." Now what? Dum fuck? You're face, that's what's what, hahah go eat your gf out "copper face heated up red" go fuck yourself! Look, it is not easy. Others say it is, but no, my wife is pregnant, and I get nothing. Oh, uh, gross didn't need to know that, but congrats on the pregnancy. Thank you. But what's going on today agenda? Chillin today satan. Then I'm out. i have a pregnant wife now, so chow. Oh no, you don't, huh? What do you mean, robot? First of all, my name is Copper dick head two and was doing an adventure today. Your brother gave me the idea of that "surprise sighed" fine copper fuckin bitch any how...... what was that? Do you not remember I won against you? And your my bitch? Don't remind me of your lucky bitch my daughter doesn't challenge you. "surprise chuckled, then got blasted by copper." Oh, you wanna go, huh bitch? "Copper double bucket surprise back, but he didn't move an inch just his spine broke." That all you got? "Surprise healed himself." Lets try that again bitch shall we? "Copper fired an energy beam at surprise jr, but he just ate the energy" tasty "surprise did an evil grined" my turn now? "As he said that, he stabbed copper through her chest. Copper looked down, dropping backward as she choked on her oil." d-damn, you are fast.... my wife says the same thing. "Then surprise healed copper with no injuries or dents." Why, tho? You could've letted me die? Why save me? Because I must obay the devil's code. Oh? And what code is that? Yo, Mama Copper. Oh? yo mama, so pink she is classified pink. Wait? Yo, Mama is so ugly, even her maker said damn I fucked up on her "copper clapped slowly" ha ha ha very funny yo mama is so classified when celestia lost against her "surprise clapped slowly too" that's a good one. Yo, Mama is so dum scooby dum changed his name to scooby Bob. Oh damn yo mama, so dead she is iving each day wondering about her life today. Oh shit yo mama so uh fuck.... "a bell rang" copper wins Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah you suck surprise jr. I do suck very well. "Copper head turned red overheating," you're so gross. you would you like to know, huh? "surprise laughed." Oh shit hahah that's a good one. I crack myself up. You're so sick, surprise, Jr. I am sick, but I never wanted this life. I was tricked so go fuck yourself! "Surprise, Jr. started to set the town on fire and started raising some hell." Care to join me copper? No, and you shouldn't either. Why not? Him? "Copper pointed to blood surprise turn and jumped back." bro, what's up....... "Copper was confused why surprise was scared of his brother, then copper magic scanner went off then copper magic battery was getting overloaded and then it busted open copper stumbled trying to stay awake" shit.... "Copper shutted down"

Mod pie: To be continued, part 15 is gonna have a twizt

Tag: @ask-coppertop

[an-expected-journey-to-jeju]

Journal entry #10

Double posting? Wow, look at me go. The only reason for the double post is that it took me forever to finish the last one and this one needed to be its own entry

I'm officially done the semester! Yesterday and today I had my finals. Yesterday was the speaking test, which I'm not sure how it went. It was split into two parts: you had to read aloud a text and then answer questions to test comprehension, and then answer a question based on your experience. Then, you had to talk about a topic that you randomly chose. The first part went good, but the second part... I'm not so sure. I picked having to talk about a Korean holiday which was the one I didn't want to get. I did study it and wrote down sentences, but when put on the spot, I totally forgot what I even wanted to say. Honestly, I don't even know if what I said was even grammatically correct or made any sense.

Today was the rest of the tests: listening, writing, and reading. I think going to China really threw me out of the groove cause I was just so tired and done with everything that I didn't even want to try. Which kind of sucks, but when I'm in that mindset, it's hard for me, dare I say impossible, to get out of it. But now it's over!

I did also catch a cold which I guess doesn't really help. I woke up with a sore throat but I thought it would go away (it didn't), The first thing I checked though was my tonsils. I have a knack for catching tonsillitis, and the last time I was sick I had strep throat and the doctor said that I might have to remove my tonsils (which is a bitch to do when you're an adult I've heard). Fortunately they still look like deflated balloons and no tonsil stones. My nose is also congested and I have the sniffles. I have a tiny bit of a cough, but it's not too bad. I'll just continue taking medicine and drinking hot water.

[fuck-customers]

a fuck my manager/coworkers rant:

store manager got a new girlfriend back in October and since then work has been his second priority (EVEN DURING THE HOLIDAYS). Which is understandable in some regards but him and his ex literally broke up over him wanting to prioritize work. So often he goes off on two hour lunch dates with his GF we can see (at the shitty brunch place across the parking lot) when he said he was just going to go run the deposit to the bank. And he doesn't fucking COMMUNICATE anymore. One of my coworkers was given 5 days to completely rearrange a section of the store that was due last month but no one knew bc he never TOLD anyone and now he wants it done before Inventory is due. This entire month our rewards program is doing a special double points when purchasing a certain brand. I didn't find out until TODAY (the 20th) when I saw it on the TV image slide thing. The assistant manager didn't know until the Eighth.

He ignored and denied phone calls from our shift lead when on Valentine's Day when a customer was screaming at her, SM claimed that his sister was in labor and he was with her (dude you can step out of the room for five minutes) but we ALL know he was at V-day dinner with his GF (it was 5pm.)

He's on salary and should be working 40 hours and is technically on the clock all the time but he ignores people's text messages and shows up to work 15-30 minutes late every day and tries to leave early. He randomly goes out of town and only tells people last minute. There's no way he's making his 40 hours and NO ONE can do anything about it. He's been reported to our district manager several times and when she comes over to talk to him about it they just spend an hour in the back room giggling together because she doesn't care and loves him! All that matters is the store is doing well numbers wise.

... well it's not Anymore. because he's been so out of WACK that no one wants to put in effort working anymore. Bye bye 4.15 UPT and 40 DPT goal. have fun with the average 2.5 UPT. We've been consistently missing our sales goal. Oh well. Sorry buddy.

My biggest irritant though is that we are a pet store and like I don't care if my coworkers wanna slack on sales, but when they slack on caring for our animals is where I lose my mind and I'm sick and tired of having to pick up everyone's slack in that regard bc the management doesn't care either, they won't check over how animal care got done and so I have to be the one to make sure our animals aren't literally standing in soiled bedding 24/7.

I hate it here. In May it will be two years and I'm making minimum wage still, because every time the MW goes up, I lose any raise I had received. I should be making more than the hire we got two months ago but I don't. It makes me want to tear my hair out. I want to strangle our DM because she is the only thing keeping me from getting promoted, she wants me to have a car but company policy says 3/4 managers need a car. Everyone else does!! I would literally be lowest position anyways, I'm just there to pick up management slack I'm not there for big issues.

hate it here.

@staff I HATE the new text editor!

[editorialsonlife]

Home from Melbourne, antidepressants have settled, and it's time to get on with life again and start creating some positive momentum for myself.

Got all my steps in today, did a workout, totally assed over in the office today (thanks double ear infections fucking my balance entirely), didn't drink any coke and ate pretty well all things considered. I also made myself a cute motivational lock screen given how often I look at my phone too so that's a bit of fun.

Tomorrow will be supermarket shopping and getting some good snacks to eat and then its just to continue on with this momentum

The good thing about being away is that we're always so active on holiday - even with both of us being sicked we still clocked over 20,000 steps a day every day, so my body can do it - I just like to tell myself it can't.

Nothing changes if nothing changes right??

[drcolinknight]

Rising Stars: Meet Colin Knight of South Miami

Today we’d like to introduce you to Colin Knight

Hi Colin, so excited to have you with us today. What can you tell us about your story? I moved to South Florida in 2007 after finishing training as a pediatric surgeon.

While I was a resident, I spent a year “in the lab.” That means I stepped out of clinical training to do research. I spent the year in Detroit, at the Children’s Hospital of Michigan, working on developing novel applications of surgical robots. Specifically I developed techniques and models to explore fetal surgery and microsurgery using surgical robots.

Since I didn’t have to take call in the hospital during my research time, I enrolled for some photography classes at the College for Creative Studies. I enjoyed the open-ended assignments and participating in critiques where I could see how everyone else interpreted the projects. Unlike my science classes, there were no right or wrong answers. Through these classes I participated in a couple of exhibitions and I entered some of my work in an art contest and surprised myself by winning $100 with one of my photos.

When I returned to clinical training which entailed working eighty to one hundred hours a week, I had to put the photography aside. When I moved to Miami, I purchased my first “real” digital camera. Occasionally I participated in workshops in the area. One of those workshops, held at Fairchild and taught by Pedro Lastra, led to my first published photograph. I entered a contest at Fairchild looking for art for their calendar. I didn’t land a calendar page, but they asked to use one of my photos for their gala invitation that year.

I realized I was pretty good taking photos of landscapes and objects, but I didn’t think I was terribly good a photographing people. I decided to teach myself studio lighting and started reaching out to models in the area to get more experience shooting people. This led to me shooting my first wedding: a lovely event on a rooftop in Havana.

At the time the pandemic started, I arranged private lessons with Matt Stock who teaches photography at Ransom Everglades. Under his tutorage I assembled a portfolio, applied for, and accepted a position in the MFA program at Barry University. Four years later, I’m taking my last class and getting ready to embark on my thesis project. Under the guidance of the faculty at Barry I’ve learned more about both black and white and color film photography, alternative processes, and digital photography. I’ve now seen my art exhibited in galleries around the state and country, more photos published, and, recently, some work on display at a local museum. And a few more pieces have gone on to win prizes at juried shows.

Medicine has a high burn-out rate and doctors have a suicide rate double that of the general population. I have a theory that doctors who have creative outlets in the humanities are better equipped to deal with the stress of their work. I hope to couple my love of art with my career in medicine by working with a medical school to grow a humanities in medicine program.

Would you say it’s been a smooth road, and if not what are some of the biggest challenges you’ve faced along the way? The training process to become a surgeon is overwhelming. Long hours, nights and holidays spent in the hospital, total exhaustion while trying to provide quality care for the sick and injured are all challenging. That being said, being used to repetitive task while tired prepared me well for the struggles of learning new artistic techniques. Cyanotype is one of the oldest photographic processes. It’s probably most commonly known for making the blue in blueprints. It turns out that under different chemical conditions, the blue in cyanotypes can be changed to different colors. I’m colorblind so I am interested in the process of color separations used in printing. I recently spent months trying to combine multiple layers of cyanotype in images to make what has traditionally been a monochrome process a multicolor one. Many hours and much frustrations finally led to one of two acceptable images.

As you know, we’re big fans of you and your work. For our readers who might not be as familiar what can you tell them about what you do? I’m most interested in alternative process photography. That term encompasses using historic or experimental new process to get an image from the camera onto paper. These techniques frequently involve mixing your own light-senstivie chemicals to coat paper and make prints. In an era everyone carries a photo studio in their pockets, being able to make unique, hand-crafted photographs is special. The piece that I am most proud of was a conceptual work. I had been thinking about how powerful labels are whether we apply them to ourselves or others apply them to us. I took a series of x-rays of my hands that spelled out my name in American Sign Language. I then superimposed the text of a short poem on this series of images. That work won a best of show award at one exhibition and was included as a winner in the annual alternative process photography contest at the Soho Photo Gallery in New York City.

Risk taking is a topic that people have widely differing views on – we’d love to hear your thoughts. I think partially because I have a career that routinely exposes me to people who have had bad things happen to them because of risky behaviors, I am not much of a risk taker. That being said, I do like trying new things and I will put aside my discomfort with risk to try novel activities like canyoning or doing a night dive.

Contact Info:

Website: https://drcolinknight.com

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