#gimme some soft and cuddly babies

[hl-obsessed]

Prompt

they go somewhere, maybe one persuades the other, or they waited long for some time away together. but one is grumpy in the evenings/night coz he's the one constantly bitten by mosquitos. and other one just laughs and cuddles him and spreads anti-itching ointment on his bites

[sleighhethereal]

𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 || 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒒𝒖𝒆

❀ Finding your husband missing from your bedside, you followed his usual path toward his peaceful locale.

❀ WARNING: Omegaverse, Fluff+++, Established Marriage, Macaque's going soft

The familiar warmth that wasn't beside you was what woke you up. The bed felt cold.

You sat up, rubbed your eyes, and squinted- Macaque wasn't there. You couldn't help but whine internally at him not being there to hold you. He must've been gone for a while.

Slowly, you crawled out of your bed- grabbed one of his oversized hoodies from the closet, and went outside your cottage to look for him.

Following the rock trail, you shivered as the wind blew. The trees pursued, leaves sinking to the ground and leaving shades in their wake. The moon was especially bright today.

Eventually, you spotted the cliff that overlooked Megapolis.

It looked beautiful. The lights from the buildings and the passing cars complement each other beautifully, and it made sense why your husband loved this spot. It had a good view.

"Omega?"

Speaking of your husband.

You peeked up, smiling at the sight of the dark-furred simian- dangling from a branch with his tail.

"What's a little thing like you doing all alone in the woods?" Macaque purred.

"Funny, alpha.." You laughed a little, massaging your palms together to create some form of warmth to fight the cold. "I didn't find you in bed, why are you out here?"

"Stuff, very important stuff." His tail slipped, swiftly flipped himself over, and landed on his feet. Macaque opened both his arms warmly. "C'mere, lemme warm you up. I have a little something for you."

You sighed almost dramatically, leaning into his arms and buried yourself into his chest. "You've abandoned me. I loved you, and you left me."

Macaque wrapped his arms around you, rolling his eyes as he smooched your forehead. "Don't be so dramatic. What, I spend a few hours away and all of a sudden you're all 'boo-hoo, he's gone, whatever shall I do?' C'mon now, gimme a kiss."

You huffed, looking up at him. "Weren't you the one who came crying to me because of a paper cut?" As you finish, he catches your lips with a light kiss and pulls away to rub your noses against each other lovingly.

"Who? It must've been someone else. Your alpha is a tough and independent man."

"Says the baby in my bed—"

"Stop it." Macaque glared playfully, squeezing your waist as you giggled. "Now, c'mon, I got something for you. It's right here." He motioned at his shirt pocket.

You raised a brow, slowly reaching up his chest and into his shirt pocket. You noticed how he shivered ever so slightly at the contact.

Inside you found... a tiny little plushie of an orange cat! Its black and white striped head tilted slightly to the side, and it was a perfectly stuffed miniature to size, soft and cuddly with big, brown button eyes.

You couldn't help but squeal at it, eyes softening bright with excitement- poking its stuffy cheek. "It's adorable! Where'd you get this?"

Macaque's face twisted into a smug devilish grin at the sight of your enthusiasm. "Oh, I didn't. I made it for you! Created it with all the love I've got for my beauty." He leaned in closer to kiss you again.

"Oh, alpha..." You purred, leaning up the rest of the way and closing the gap.

The pair was locked in a sweet embrace now.

The cool chill seemed to have left the air, and instead have been replaced by love. It's funny how the most simple acts of affection can mean the world...

For a moment, it seemed like there was no such thing as time, for life seemed to last forever. And yet, like all things, the moment ended. They broke from their embrace and stared longingly into each other's eyes.

Macaque began moving, slowly twirling your figure around and pulling you back closer. His eyes on you, adoringly. You followed him, eyes never leaving him.

He danced with you, his movements slow and confident— a simple proper dance but one of romance in their secluded spot and with the moonlight casting both in shadow.

The moment was sweet and perfect.

Macaque took in you. Captivating, inside and out, you. He leaned down and whispered, "My love..."

You snuggled into him, closing your eyes as you swooned. "My warrior..."

As you danced, Macaque brushed a kiss at the top of your forehead and he whispered again, so carefully- your warmth so close, it brought him joy. His heart fluttered.

"My light in the dark..."

Made with the help of VioletRouge on c.ai, her AI Macaque is made beautifully what the hell

[dukeoftheblackstar]

x

It's cute.

-> That said, I think people need to bank on hugs and cuddles.

My partner does this thing when when it's his birthday, he sleeps because he's been so used to not being spoiled on his birthday, he doesn't know what to do when I do surprises and shit. Doesn't know how to take my compliments and is super awkward, wanna low-key wife him up.

He'd pretend too. Sleep under the covers and watch videos on his phone at super low volume. I think he thinks I wouldn't hear because I always have headphones on, but I hear you, baby.

The struggle to not make him check the fridge be real. Because there's cake and a silly dedication card that he won't read until I'm asleep later.

But then there's thing though; he gets super mad over anything. It's adorable. He's currently raging because he can't watch the next episode of One Piece and he's mad at the villain, mad over having to wait, seething because it's not August yet and the live-action isn't here yet? Cute. Fucking cute.

But what's the cutest is the fact that he doesn't yell at me. And when he does raise his voice when he's mad, he'd apologize. Not just some crappy 'I'm sorry', he knows. Gets detailed about it. Explains why he did it. Really apologizes. Gets soft. Cute. Touchy. Cuddly for like five goddamn minutes and times it — this is the part where I want to strangle him sometimes, but like bae, Ilysm >: gimme curly, long-hair sons please?

Chatty when he's drunk too. Adorable. Spills so much tea in their metal scene/music scene it's obscene. Goes in depth with past trauma, childhood nightmares, etc. opens up like this gorgeous flower and then acts all tough the next day.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm the problem. It's not that I want to fix him, gods no. I don't want to fix anyone because it's not my job? Not my role? My reason for being is to be there until you're ready to fix yourself. Push you a little, sure — but ultimately, it's you babe.

He's progressing. Doing great on his own. Texts when he can. Stays at home when he can. Does the dishes because these mfkn hands of mine aren't built for that shit. Cooks. Brings food when I'm at work. Banter is also supreme. Wanna punch him in the face so bad ♥.

[smokeclan-oc]

Nettleseed - long haired white shecat with pale grey points and ice blue eyes

Family: Cloudypelt (father), Badgersnap (mother), Leafcrunch (son), Fernshade (daughter), Lightkit (daughter), Dewkit (son) Gender / Sexuality: shecat / straight - questioning Personality: patient, soft, careful, takes her time, fluffy and cuddly, likes taking naps Backstory: What can Neetleseed say, she fell in love. Falling in love with her mentor was absolutely not her plan. After graduating to warrior, she would go out hunting with him, or go on patrols with him as warriors. One thing lead to another, and Nettleseed was having not one, but two litters of Greymuzzle before a bad cold took the senior warriors life. Now an ex-sugar baby who had two kits from her senior lover, Nettleseed is nursing his kits, with her eyes on her next litter. Nettleseed is a competent hunter and fighter, she’d just well… rather not do that. She likes being in the nursery with the kits, or relaxing around camp with the other queens. Nettleseed hopes queens will become the elders of the camp some day, since they are well taken care of. She plans to be an elder, just resting with her kits, and finding a handsome capable hunter for her.  Ideal Partner: senior warrior bffs with her mate (gimme soldier dies so soldiers best friend marries the widow), a young warrior who always had a crush on her but didnt stand a chance against Greymuzzle when he was alive, apprentice of one of her parents, mentor of one of her kits, someone interested in mentoring one of her kits Position | Clan: Queen | Frostclan

Fernshade - fluffy white shecat with grey lynx points and vibrant blue eyes

Family: Nettleseed (mother), Greymuzzle (father, deceased), Leafcrunch (brother), Lightkit (younger sister), Dewkit (younger brother) Gender / Sexuality: shecat / straight Personality: impatient, excited, romantic, soft, loves to cuddle and take naps Backstory: Fernshade’s parents were in love. Say what you want about their age difference, but they were so sweetly in love. So Fernshade grew up associating having kits with love. She has her eyes on the nursery, hoping for a tom to sweep her off her feet and whisk her away to the nursery with some kits. She’s got her eyes on the prize, often going out of her way to perform during patrols or hunting parties to garner some attention from a tom.  Fernshade is a sweet shecat, who was close with her brother growing up. Now he’s a warrior who wants to excel, and was recently onboarded in training to become a response warrior. So now they dont hang out as often, so her loneliness is driving her to focus on the nursery and kits. She often will sleep in the nursery with her mother and younger siblings, praying to Starclan someone decides to become fond of her Ideal Partner: strong good warrior boy, friend of her brother, friend of her mother, apprentice of her dead daddio Position | Clan: Warrior - Queen | Frostclan

[themetaphorgirl]

This isn't in the list of prompts, but I was wondering what a good situation would involve "you're okay" with CM?

I just needed some to write something cuddly and nice. I hope you like it!!

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Alex flipped through her notes and frowned as a paper airplane sailed over her head. “Derek, give it back!” Penelope shrieked.

“Derek, you heard her, give it back,” she said absently as she compared the notes with her copy of Jane Eyre. It was pouring rain outside, destroying everything they had planned for Saturday, and everyone was bored out of their minds, leaving Penelope to break out every craft supply she owned. Hotch was at an RA meeting and David and James were off campus, so she and Emily had been left to keep an eye on the common room and make sure the younger kids didn’t blow anything up. Not that Emily was much help.

“Gimme the red sharpie,” Emily said. She took the paper airplane and drew along the wings. “It won’t fly right if it doesn’t look good.”

“Oh, wait, let me get my glitter!” 

“No, Penelope, no glitter. You remember what happened last time,” Alex said. She shifted around in the armchair to look at Emily. “You could help keep order, you know?”

Emily was lying on her stomach on the floor, busily coloring. “What do you mean?” she said. “Nothing’s broken yet.”

“Yet,” Alex mumbled under her breath, surveying the chaos. Paper and markers spread across the floor; JJ was reading a book but Derek, Penelope, and Spencer were surrounded by half-folded planes. 

“Here, kid, like this,” Derek said, reaching over to help Spencer.

“No!” Spencer said. “I can do it myself! I know how to do it!”

“I’m just trying to help, pretty boy, calm down.”

“I don’t need help!” Spencer said. The notebook paper caught in Derek’s hand and tore. JJ looked up over the pages of her book. “You ripped it!” 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Derek said. “Here, we can make another one.”

Spencer clutched the the rest of the rest of the paper plane in his tight grip. “You ripped it!” he said again, his voice rising. He was pale but his cheeks were getting a little flushed, and his eyes were rimmed in dark circles. “I could have done it by myself!”

Emily pushed herself up to sit crosslegged. “Hey, hey, slow down, champ,” she said. “Don’t get cranky, it’s just a stupid airplane. You can make another one.”

“He shouldn’t have touched it!” 

“Spencer, it’s okay, sweetie,” Penelope soothed. She held up another piece of paper. “See, we can-”

“No!” Spencer yelped.

Alex set her notes aside. She had an idea of what was really bothering the youngest of their group. “Hey, Spencer,” she said. He whipped around to face her, the paper crumpling in his fist. “Can you come help me with this? I could use another pair of eyes.”

“Fine,” he huffed, throwing the paper down on the floor. 

She shifted her books around to make room on the oversized armchair. “Come sit with me,” she said. She caught Emily’s eye, and thankfully, Emily understood.

“Hey, who else wants to go on a coffee run?” she said, getting up off the floor and brushing off her pants. “Let’s go. My treat. Come on, you too, blondie.” JJ set down her book with a sigh, but followed Emily and the other kids out of the room. 

“Get us something too,” Alex called.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, already on it.”

Spencer climbed onto the armchair next to Alex. “What are you working on?” he asked.

She tucked her arm around him and held the book so he could see it. “Jane Eyre,” she said. “I’m analyzing the scene where she meets Mr. Rochester for the first time.”

He rubbed his eyes. “Oh, yeah, that’s important,” he said. “It really shifts the action of the narrative.”

“It does,” she said. “Here, I’ll read some of it, and you tell me what you think, okay?”

“Okay,” he said, shifting around until he was almost sitting on her lap.

She held the book open so he could see it. “The ground was hard, the air was still, my road was lonely,” she read aloud. “I walked fast till I got warm, and then I walked slowly to enjoy and analyse the species of pleasure brooding for me in the hour and situation.”

The older kids had discussed Spencer’s relentless insomnia often- Hotch was at his wit’s end trying to figure out how to get him to actually sleep at night. Spencer survived on naps, usually in strange place at inopportune times. And Spencer fought back when they tried to talk to him about it and insisted he wasn’t a baby, he didn’t need them to tell him what to do.

“On the hill-top above me sat the rising moon; pale yet as a cloud, but brightening momentarily, she looked over Hay, which, half lost in trees, sent up a blue smoke from its few chimneys,” she read, keeping her voice soft and warm. Spencer leaned closer to her and his head dropped to her shoulder. “it was yet a mile distant, but in the absolute hush I could hear plainly its thin murmurs of life.” 

They could always tell when he was exhausted, but they had to make him think that sleeping was his idea or he wouldn’t do it. As of yet, this was the only thing that seemed to work, and she was the only one who could pull it off.

“The din was on the causeway: a horse was coming; the windings of the lane yet hid it, but it approached,” she read. Spencer had crawled into her lap by then, his eyes struggling to stay open, and she rested her chin on the top of his head. “I was just leaving the stile; yet, as the path was narrow, I sat still to let it go by.”

She read until she was sure he was asleep, his breath catching in little snores and warm against her neck. Carefully she turned the page to the part she was actually supposed to be studying. 

After a while he started to shift, mumbling something unintelligible. She set her book down and wrapped her arms around him. “You’re okay,” she said softly. “You’re okay, go back to sleep.”

He mumbled something that almost sounded coherent, but he started to settle back down, burrowing against her. She tried to pick her book back up, but she couldn’t quite wrestle it back, so she gave up and let Spencer sleep.

After a while Hotch peeked into the common room. “Hey,” he whispered. “He asleep?”

“Out like a light,” she whispered back.

Hotch walked over to her, sidestepping the craft explosion on the floor. “I saw everybody else getting coffee, they told me he was about to freak out and you were trying to get him to take a nap,” he said. 

“Yeah, he was being a real brat for a while there, but I’m guessing he didn’t sleep at all last night,” she said.

“Not a bit,” Hotch said grimly. “Here, let me take him.” 

Alex kept her hand under Spencer’s neck as Hotch scooped him up; her arms had started to prickle and fall asleep under his weight. “You need a hand?” she asked.

Thankfully Spencer stayed asleep in Hotch’s arms, his cheek pressing into his shoulder. “No, I’ve got him,” Hotch said. “I’ll be right back.”

She stretched out her arms and went back to her homework. The others came back not long after that, but Penelope and Derek cleaned up art supplies and JJ turned on the common room TV. Emily handed Alex her chai latte.

“Thanks for reading my mind,” Alex said.

“Oh, believe me, it was pretty obvious,” Emily said. “He was either going to spontaneously combust or fall over asleep. And besides, I wanted coffee.” Alex laughed. “Is he doing okay?”

“I think so, but I have a feeling we’ll need to come up with a new trick to get him to sleep,” Alex said. “It’s only a matter of time before he figures out what we’re doing.”

[jobean12-blog]

Puppy Love

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,047

Summary: Bucky gets crafty and it gives you a great idea...

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club continuation of drunk drabbles and HBC’s Craft Day! The prompt sent it by @randomfandompenguin was too cute and I thought these two ideas worked well together! Hope you all enjoy it and thank you for reading! Much love ❤❤❤

Warnings: Super fluffy fluff, implied sexy times, soft Bucky with a puppy :) 

Turning over in bed you reach out for the warmth of Bucky, feeling around the sheets with your eyes still closed. “Buck,” you whisper sleepily, finally cracking open an eye and finding his side of the bed empty. Stretching with a yawn you flop out of bed and go wash up, throwing on Bucky’s tee shirt from last night.

You’re still half asleep when you hear the first bang. “What the hell,” you mutter to yourself, quickly finishing up and searching for Bucky. Another bang and you follow the noise, “Buck?” you ask, when you find him crouched on the floor in the living room.

He turns to you with a smile, “morning doll! Don’t come over here yet, I’m almost done, just gimme one more minute.” With a giggle you say, “ok, baby, no problem, want some coffee?” “Yea, that sounds great thanks, I’ll be right in.” As you walk into the kitchen you yell over your shoulder, “why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

He doesn’t answer right away, more banging resounding through your house. Shrugging, you start making the coffee, reaching up to grab two mugs from the cabinet. You’re suddenly surrounded by the warm heat you were missing earlier as strong arms circle your waist and a solid chest presses against your back.

“Need some help?” Bucky asks, his lips at your ear. Your body reacts to him immediately, a tremble running through you, “yes, please.” He reaches up to easily grab the mugs, setting them down on the counter before turning you around in his arms. “I’m not wearing my shirt because you’re wearing my shirt. I knew you would want to put it on when you got up.”

Running your fingers through his hair you pull him in for a kiss, “thanks.” He presses you against the counter, his hand wandering under the hem of his shirt. “Don’t you dare distract me,” you murmur against his lips, “what were you doing in there?!!?” Bucky reluctantly pulls away, his smile wide, “well, if you must know…” he says, extending his arm toward a beautiful wooden box on the table, “I made that.”

“OMG Bucky, it’s gorgeous,” you squeal, sprinting over to it. You run your fingers over the smooth wood, the grains making a beautiful patter on each piece. “I just love it!” you whisper, smiling over at him. “I’m so glad you do baby, I remembered how much you liked all those handmade wooden pieces we saw at that furniture show last week and thought maybe I could give it a go. I know it’s nothing grand but it’s a start.”

You reach out your hand, pulling him in for a hug, “I really love it, I’m so proud of you!” He starts placing soft kisses down your neck, picking you up and sitting you on the table, “what should we put in it?” you ask, trying to focus. “Hmmmm, *kiss, good question, *kiss, maybeeeee, *kiss kiss kiss…” Bucky pushes his hips between your legs, his shorts doing little to hide his arousal. “OMGBUCKYIKNOWWHATWECANUSEITFOR!!!”

Planting a quick kiss to his lips you slide off the table, Bucky’s groan following you as you run down the hallway. “Awwww, doll, where are you going?!?!” Peeking your head around the bathroom door you yell, “I have to shower quick and run out but I’ll be back soon, don’t worry.” Bucky runs down the hall, jumping into the shower with you, “I can be quick,” he hums before pressing you against the cold tiles.

After a very satisfying shower you leave Bucky to put the finishing touches on the box and head down to the local shelter you and Bucky had visited many times. You both wanted a dog, but you knew how big of a commitment it was. But now that Bucky made that beautiful box you knew it would be perfect as a toy box for a puppy!

Heading back to the house with your arms full of soft fluffy puppy and soft fluffy puppy toys you can barely contain your excitement. You carefully place the puppy down at your feet, opening the door and calling for Bucky. He answers right away, walking toward the door. “Wait!” you screech, holding up your hand. “Can you just uh, go in the bedroom, I want to show you something, but I need a minute.”

With a sly smile he gives you a wink and jogs backwards to the bedroom, “I’ll be waiting.” You roll your eyes, looking down at your puppy, “daddy probably thinks he’s about to get some, ha!” The small brown puppy looks up at you with its soft brown eyes and you nearly melt, picking her up and going inside. You find the wooden box, completed with beautiful detail, and start placing all the dog toys inside.

Setting the puppy down in the middle of all the soft toys you gently close the box, shushing her and tiptoeing toward your bedroom. Quietly opening the door, you find Bucky sitting on the edge of the bed, his tongue darting out to lick his lips when he sees you. “Hey, baby. What are you doing with the box?”

You set it down on the bed next to him, “I finally found the perfect thing to use it for. Why don’t you have a look?” He gives you a slightly apprehensive look, shifting to face the box and slowly opening the lid. You watch as his eyes widen and he reaches inside, pulling out the puppy and holding her against his chest.

“Y/n…is she ours?” You sit behind him, throwing your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek, and scratching the puppy’s head. “She’s ours, baby. I know we’ve been talking about getting a dog for a while and when you made the box it just hit me how perfect it would be for dog toys! We can even paint her name on it!”

He leans into you, bringing the puppy to his lips and kissing her nose, “she’s so cute, I already love her. What should we name her?” Resting your head atop Bucky’s you look down at the two them, “how about Luthien?” Bucky turns to you and looks up, his smile soft and sweet, “that’s perfect, y/n. Thank you baby, I love you.”

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[fuck-you-i-am-spiderman]

MARLOSSSS gimme my gremlins

I love my chaotic angels 🥰 this took me so long to write, I’m sorry!

Who would be the big spoon/little spoon?

At first Mal refused to cuddle, let alone be cuddled. The first time they cuddle was when Carlos was having a bad night on the Isle, Mal was still at the hideout - her insomnia was really bad that night. Carlos was in tears, his breath really ragged and he looks so fragile that Mal can't deny him, not that she would. She guides him down to the first bed she finds, it's a pile of stolen pillows that Evie stitched together to make a mattress. Mal nudges Carlos until he's on his side and she very gingerly lies beside him, her arms barely touching him. Carlos pulls her in closer and her arms tighten around him, Mal let's it slide because she's still in control. They both fall asleep curled together and it becomes their thing. 

Mal is usually the big spoon but there are times when she let's her walls down enough to let Carlos be the big spoon.

Who would wake up first?

Carlos 1000%. Mal has insomnia so it usually takes her a while to get to sleep. Getting Mal to wake up for class is a lengthy task but (after a lot of growling and being pummeled by pillows) Carlos has mastered the art to getting Mal up on time. He always gets her coffee and if that fails he finds kissing is very effective...in making them both late

Do they have nicknames for each other?

BABY DRAGON. Carlos says all of these with layers of sarcasm: "royal grumpiness" and "oh wise one", "your ferociousness". He sometimes calls her M and as a joke he called her M&M, Mal refused to speak to him for the rest of the day.

Mal mainly calls Carlos "pup" or nerd (said with a soft, teasing smile). She also calls him genius, dipshit and when she's trying to annoy him she'll refer to him as "Curly Sue" or "mophead".

How do they apologize after an argument?

Carlos apologizes with strawberries and cuddling Mal from behind, he's very soft with her and even more so when he's upset her (it's rare because Mal has such a tough front that it took Carlos a while to learn all of Mal's tells.) He’ll speak in soft tones and be as earnest as he can to just be like “I’m sorry I upset you” and then try and make sure Mal knows he loves her.

Mal is stubborn as anything and she still has a lot of issues with admitting when she's wrong. She usually just diverts the conversation or will walk away and then come back to chuck a chocolate bar at Carlos’s head. When she's feeling guilty but doesn't know how to vocalize her regret she'll bring Carlos hot cocoa and suggest activities that she would normally say no to in the hopes he understands. Sometimes she apologizes by leaving a note. Saying it out loud is very hard and she can't look at him when she says it.

What would they be like as parents?

I don't think they'd have kids of their own, I can't see it. But I can see them looking after Isle kids and Evie scolds them several times a day for getting the twins hyped on sugar or putting a horror film on when one of the younger kids is there. Mal gets in a lot of trouble for teaching them how to swear. Carlos is good at giving them advice and when Mal really tries she can get them all to eat their vegetables, go to sleep because she doesn't take any shit and will constantly threaten to "turn them all into toads" in a sing-song voice.

Who is more romantic?

Neither are particularly into big romantic acts. It's more about little gestures, knowing one another's coffee orders and ruffling each other's hair. It's how Mal leaves Carlos little doodles in his locker and how Carlos rests his arm on Mal's shoulder. It's the way they share food but Mal will try and bite Jay if he reaches for some of her fries. Their dates are full of adventure and mischief, plotting and scheming and making out in between.

What sort of gifts do they get for each other?

Mal gets Carlos bits and pieces for his inventions. She gets him a tool kit and will randomly bring home bits of metal or wiring that Carlos had talked about weeks ago. She always listens despite pretending not to, and Carlos will wake up to find the exact tools he'd been ranting about not having on his desk with a note that says "now you can stop moaning". She brings him chocolate whenever she goes to a meeting with Ben. She'll take handfuls of chocolate and just empty the entire bowl into her bag as she leaves.

Carlos makes Mal things from bits of scrap metal and other trinkets. He made her a ring that looks like thorns winding around her thumb. He gets her art supplies or will bring her strawberry ice cream when she's been working hard on her portfolio.

Who gets jealous easiest?

Mal. But to be fair Carlos isn't much better, he's very sullen and grumpy about it whereas Mal will literally yank someone's hand off of Carlos and tug him closer. They're both very cat-like about it. Carlos will pull Mal into his lap and grumble about it. Mal chuckles and gives him a firm kiss to shut him up. They both like to tease the other about their jealousy and will both deny that they were jealous.

Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas?

Neither of them get particularly enthused. They both prefer Halloween to other holidays. I feel like they'd both struggle a lot with forced attention so their birthdays have to be very private events. They spend Christmas morning curled up watching the sunrise, draped in blankets and just soaking in the quiet time before they have to be social.

Who is the most adventurous?

Did we not see Ways to be Wicked? Both. Mal likes to do random shit just because she's "not supposed to" and Carlos loves to prove people wrong because they underestimate him a lot. It works to their advantage that people are also terrified of Mal so they can get away with a lot of mayhem and adventure. I'm talking like Evie will get a photo of them just chilling on the school roof and she doesn't know whether to scold them or applaud them.

Who is the most protective?

Mal. There's no question about it. She always wants to protect Carlos, she's gotten a lot of detentions from threatening kids that simply looked at Carlos with anything other than a smile. She's very much an actions girl and will fight very strongly for the people she claims as her own.

Carlos definitely has a protective streak, especially when someone is rude to Mal in a way that makes her stiffen and freeze up. He's especially protective when people call Mal heartless or a monster because he's worked very hard on telling Mal every day that she isn't like that and he knows how hard she tries. Even though he knows Mal can defend herself he will not fail to snark at someone and plan the most epic revenge prank if they dare hurt his baby dragon.

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?

LOL. This is a very amusing image to imagine. I don't think they'd be childhood sweethearts, but if we go with an au where they meet as children I can see it being Mal beat up a bunch of jerks for taunting Carlos and Carlos helping Mal with her schoolwork. They become a pair, they're always together and it seems so unlikely but they just work. They're always giggling and drawing together. They're each other's first kiss because Carlos was panicking and Mal just rolled her eyes and leaned over to kiss him. They never put a label on their dynamic but everything feels so natural to them. Mal comes to Carlos's robotics matches and stands out in her all leather get-up. And when they win Carlos is feeling so good and so confident and just so happy seeing Mal pointing to him and smiling and he just runs over to her and pulls her in for a kiss without thinking about it.

Who uses all the hot water?

👀 Af if they don't share to "conserve water" but on the rare occasions where they don't, Carlos. Mal is very quick when she's showering alone, she's very much a ‘get in, get out’ kind of gal. Carlos takes his time and always comes out of the bathroom with his curls wild and poufy from the hairdryer.

Who would accidentally set the kitchen on fire whilst cooking?

Both. They cook together and are both adventurous when it comes to trying new recipes. They'd be having a food fight and knock over some kitchen roll and they don't even realise it's fallen over the stove until Jay is racing into the room with a fire extinguisher to find Marlos soot covered and trying not to giggle in the corner. They use Mal's magic to make sure they don't do any real damage to their tiny apartment.

Who initiates sexy times the most?

Mal. She's needy and does not wait for his attention, she demands it. She'll just wander into the room wearing nothing but Carlos's t-shirt and come over to straddle him. Mal gets bored very easily and Carlos is there looking cute and she'll pounce. Mal is impatient and when she knows she's got his full consent Carlos will not be doing homework when Mal is lying there in black lingerie.

Who is more dominant?

Mal usually. Though sometimes Carlos gets in a teasing mood and will spend the night making Mal moan his name.

What would they do if the other one was hurt?

Mal would try and track down the very source of the hurt and pummel it into dust. When she finds out it's just because Carlos tripped in the hallway she laughs and then holds a grumpy Carlos hostage whilst she tends to his wounds. She'd sit by his bedside and stay awake until he falls asleep, growl at any doctors or AK'S that try to disturb them and try to "subtly" check up on Carlos by skipping class and making sure he doesn't do anything stupid.

Carlos is very tender when Mal gets injured, he's researching exactly how to take care of her and bringing her strawberries. He's extra cuddly and attentive and Mal blushes so much because he's just whispering how it's okay and getting her a hot water bottle and painkillers and she just wants to get up and do something but she can't. Carlos knows, he knows how much Mal hates not being able to do anything so he brings them video games to play and helps her sketch with one hand.

Who gives nose/forehead kisses?

Carlos!!!! He loves kissing Mal's nose because then she'll scrunch it and she has pink cheeks as he cups her face to place a kiss on her nose. Mal kisses Carlos’s forehead when they're going to sleep, she thinks he's asleep but he's always awake enough to feel how her lips brush the top of his head and how every night she'll whisper "evil dreams" and give him a little cuddle. He doesn't tell her he's awake for it because he thinks Mal might get scared about being "too affectionate" and he doesn't want her to stop.

What their biggest fight was/will be about:

Truthfully I don’t think they’d have big fights a lot. They have little arguments but they’re more just them snarking at one another. Something they fought about was Mal being protective, at first it made Carlos feel a little overwhelmed because Mal is so forceful and she freaked out because he didn’t text her to tell her that he was staying late at the lab. Mal lost it and Carlos didn’t fully understand why she was getting so upset. They have a long discussion about Mal being a bit too forceful and the fact that Carlos can fend for himself. They’re both anxious and after they’ve had time to calm down they have a talk about their boundaries and how they can both work on expressing when they’re feeling anxious or overwhelmed. I think because they’re both not used to affection they work extra hard to communicate with one another so they don’t have fights a lot, their fights are due to miscommunications but they never stay mad at one another for long.

BONUS #1: Song Picture to sum them up?

[the-kuzusouda-hideyhole]

Home – Kuzusouda Cuddlefic

A little something I wrote for baby gangsta's birthday 💛💛💛

Also available on AO3

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Kazuichi was on his seventh Mario Kart race, and Fuyuhiko still hadn't returned home.

He wasn't too worried – Fuyuhiko had made sure to text him every hour to reassure him and give him progress on the mission – but he really missed his boyfriend, damnit. Going to sleep wasn't the same without Fuyuhiko in his arms. He hated these long yakuza missions that took Fuyuhiko so long to complete.

The mechanic had woken up at about 7 that morning after a fitful sleep. He'd spent the next hour working on repairs for various broken household appliances he'd bought online, chugging down a bottle of cola to keep himself focused. He then took a shower – Fuyuhiko would annihilate him if he wasn't clean by the time he got back – and settled down to play video games in the living room while he waited for his boyfriend to come home.

He'd just begun lap two when he heard his phone chime from the coffee table. He paused the game and seized his phone, unlocking it to find another text message from Fuyuhiko:

Almost home. Gimme 5 mins.

Kazuichi responded with a heart emoji and returned to his game with a loving smile.

Sure enough, just a few minutes later, he heard the front door open, followed by Fuyuhiko trudging over to the couch. He looked absolutely exhausted. His pinstriped suit was in tatters, and his skin was covered in cuts and bruises. Luckily, as far as Kazuichi could tell, he hadn't sustained any serious injuries.

"Hey, babe," said Kazuichi, giving Fuyuhiko his megawatt smile. "How'd it go?"

Fuyuhiko grunted in response as he settled himself on the couch, resting his head on Kazuichi's shoulder. "'M fuckin' beat."

Kazuichi chuckled. "I missed you."

"Mmm." Fuyuhiko wrapped his arms around Kazuichi, pulling him into a sideways embrace and holding him tight.

Kazuichi pouted at the lack of proper response, but he returned the hug nonetheless, wrapping his arms around Fuyuhiko's small form. "C'mon, say you missed me, too," he whined.

Fuyuhiko rolled his eyes as he nuzzled the crook of Kazuichi's neck. "You know I did," he mumbled. "I don't have to say it."

Kazuichi blushed at Fuyuhiko's overt displays of affection. It was quite rare for his boyfriend to be this cuddly. Of course, he'd kiss Kazuichi, hold his hand, sometimes play with his hair, and of course they usually slept in each other's arms, but he was all over him now. Kazuichi found it adorable.

Ah, right, he's always real cuddly when he's real tired… man, he really is beat.

"You're really showin' it," he replied to him with a chuckle. "You're kinda actin' like you just came back from a week-long trip." He slowly ran his hand through Fuyuhiko's hair. It wasn't as soft as it usually was, and there was some dirt caught up in the blond tufts, but Fuyuhiko hummed appreciatively against his neck all the same, and that was enough for Kazuichi.

He could see that Fuyuhiko needed a shower and a fresh, cozy change of clothes. He doubted the pinstriped suit was very comfortable, especially in its threadbare state, but if Fuyuhiko was bothered by it, he wasn't showing it. He didn't object when Kazuichi lay down on the couch, instead snuggling into his chest and yawning quietly.

Kazuichi wondered if he could get away with calling him cute right now. Maybe Fuyuhiko was too tired to care. He didn't want to risk ruining the mood, though; Fuyuhiko had given him a death glare and a light snack upside the head the last time he'd complimented him like that. So, instead, he relaxed and held Fuyuhiko close, drawing circles along his backside.

It wasn't long before Kazuichi realised that Fuyuhiko had fallen asleep with his head rested against Kazuichi's chest. He felt the yakuza's chest rise and fall against his stomach. If this was how they were going to spend the day together, Kazuichi sure wasn't complaining.

The mechanic drifted off to sleep in a matter of minutes after that, his face adorned with a soft smile.

[moonlightflower21]

How would each turtle react to their daughter telling them that she was cheated on? Also, I hope you have a wonderful day / night!!

thank you babe, hope you have a good day too! hope you like this <3

leo: "honey..." leo wants to punch the jerk out cold but his daughter needs him now. he lets her cry on his shoulder and rant about it all. he's such a good listener, allowing his daughter to speak her mind. he's so angry but he masks it well, it's not the time to let his emotions run high. "i'm so sorry, i know how much this relationship mattered to you..." he knows how much it can pain for a heartbreak especially when the other cheated. he allows her to speak what's on her mind, to be able to talk without judgment. "it will hurt and sting now, but it is not permanent. i promise you, you'll find the right one. the one that treats you as you deserve to be treated" he makes his special tea, careful to not make it too hot and gently placed it in her hands. "thank you dad" she gives him a small smile, her face still red. "not a problem. why don't we do something today? whatever you'd like?" leo asks, sitting besides her on the couch and she shifts, raising a brow curiously. "what about the patrols and everything? it's okay-" "they can wait for a while. i want to take a little break anyway" he shrugs and she laughs sweetly. "i got a list of things we can do" "bring it on"

raph: "gimme a name or number" raph is angry because what kinda asshole do you have be to play with someone's heart like that?? he'll see her face and hug her tight. "whoever that disgustin' guy was, he'll be wishing he never cheated. i don't want ya to blame yourself because of his actions okay?" he wipes her tears away, kissing her forehead. "yeah...." it's clear her mind is overrrun by thoughts and raph takes a step back grabbing some hand wraps. "what you doing?" she asks, trying to stop the flow of tears running down her cheeks. "we're goin' to hit the gym. you'll be able to think with a much clearer mind after it" he looks at his daughter who has definitely cheered up a little. "is that why you're always there?" she lets out a soft chuckle, wrapping the hand wrap. her giggles increases when she sees her father's face drop. "i'll let that one slide because you're hurtin'. you're lucky..." but even raph can't help but laugh. "thanks dad. i needed it" she smiles at him and leans in to hug her papa. the big cuddly bara hugs back immediately. "no probs, i've gotchu"

donnie: "what happened, sweetheart?" he opens her arms and out come the tears she's been holding. donnie's heart breaks a little, hearing her sobs and her words all in a jumbled mess. "i know this is hard...." it's comforting little sentences, to make her understand she doesn't need to got through it alone. he's got her back, now and for always. "i feel so stupid..." she wiped her tears away, sighing at the situation and donnie smiles a little. "your feelings are valid. you have every right to feel what you're feeling now. i know how difficult it must have been to hear that. he wasn't the one, but you'll find them. i promise" he pats her knee and for the first time that night, her smile widens a little. "thanks dad. means a lot" she hugs him again, forever grateful. "wanna do something today? we can do whatever you like" donnie steps up from his seat at the computer and looks at his daughter. "really?? your work-" "can wait. we can have some fun and i needed to take a break anyway" he laughs sweetly and she grins, standing up.

mikey: "oh baby, i'm so sorry...." his heart hurts for her, and he just holds her immediately. if she cries, he's murmuring comforting words while he gently strokes her hair. if she's angry, he fully stands behind it. one thing he doesn't stand for is when his daughter blames herself for it. "you are a beautiful young woman. any guy would be lucky to have you. this idiot didn't know what he had. don't you dare belittle yourself. he couldn't respect your boundaries then he's not a man. he's a coward" he gives her a talk and she lets out a small chuckle at the end of it. "thank you dad, i'm just done with it...." she sighs, her eyes red and cheeks puffy. it's clear it's been a long day for her. "how about this? we can make sundaes today with whatever toppings you choose. and you can choose whichever dinner you'd like too?" he asks, smiling when her eyes lighten up a little. "really?? thank you dad!" she hugs him tight and mikey laughs softly, embracing her back. "anything for my sweet baby"

hoped you enjoyed! 💙❤️💜🧡

[jisungs-tummy]

hi im in a fluffly jisung mood today🥺 just holding hands in public, back hugs and little kisses like gimme that cute shit i need it

Omg this is such a Jisung thing istg

With holding hands:

He will hold you hand everywhere.

E v e r y w h e r e.

When it’s cold outside, he’ll put your intertwined hands in his pocket🥺 and that shit makes me so soft just thinking about it sihgjvjgvjyvtjvj

And when it’s a little hot to be holding hands, he doesn’t care, that man will hold your hand even if it’s the last thing he’ll do.

He likes to press kisses to the back of your hands too uwu

Smol kisses🥺🥺❤️❤️

He likes to surprise you a lot. You’ll be doing some work or you’ll be on your phone or something and he’ll come up out of nowhere and cover you in kisses.

Then he straight up leaves to do what he was going to do. Like nothing happened. This man can be confusing lmao.

But sometimes he just clings onto you and nuzzles his head on yours.

He’s a big baby, come on, wbk.

He loves to give kisses

Mostly in public so people can see you’re his

Cause ya know, I see him as the jealous time

Like, totally the jealous type

He likes to kiss your face before going to sleep

Your forehead

Your cheeks

Your nose

And your lips

He does it in that order, too

Back hugs🥰🥰🥰💗💗

As I’ve said before, he loves to surprise you

You could be cooking and he’ll casually slide on the floor in his socks like he slides into your dms

He’ll sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist

And just stays there like that until you have to move

Sometimes he doesn’t let you move tho

He pouts and keeps you locked in his arms and stuck there

You’re not complaining tho

He’s very cuddly and warm

Every chance there is to cuddle, he’ll take it

Omg the domestic vibes this gives me omg I’m gonna make myself cry Jisung is so cute I’m gonna cry🥺

[all-things-fic]

The Fleetwood Mac Wembley blurb made me soft. But like can you imagine the same y/n being at The Eagles show and they’re still walking on eggs shells but he’s asked her to come along. Anne and Gemma and Michal and Jeff and Niall all in the little stairwell area watching The Eagles.

~*~ Your Dad would’ve loved to have been here was one of the main thoughts that popped into your head as One Of Those Nights kicked in. You knew you’d take to pulling your phone out and challenging him to use his iPhone - that was newly bought - so he could experience the concert in some way with a short FaceTime call during the classic that was Hotel California. Smiling to yourself, you pressed your body against the stone of the wall of the stairwell that you found yourself stood in. A denim jacket hung loosely over your shoulders as you kept your eyes ahead regardless of how much you had wanted to sink into his side.

Standing at The Eagles concert wasn’t how you had originally envisaged your night going. Sunday evenings you often found yourself ordering a take out Sunday Roast (sacrilege you know) and watching Love Island just to numb your mind a little before the new working week or press releases and editorial photography.

Not this Sunday however. This Sunday you found your plans all thrown up into the air thanks to the way your phone rang on the table in your garden as you ate a very late brunch at almost 2pm (it was definitely lunch). Admittedly you let it ring for longer than you wanted to, but seeing his name on your phone was still a bit of a novelty. More so when just looking at the five letters made you think of the spine tingling kiss he’d left on your lips after dropping you off to your home a mere five days prior. He’d been nervous when he called, rambling on about his happenings for the week and talking about how he’d found a new service station that he would frequent again the next time he did the three and a half hour journey from Cheshire to his home. You couldn’t even remember how he’d asked you to come along to see the show with him. Truth be told he probably hadn’t even got the entire question out before you had said yes, because you were eager to see him. You weren’t afraid to admit it. Maybe outright, and to yourself, and definitely to him. But in your head? You were word vomit about the way you craved to see him again. He’d sent a car for you, explaining how he didn’t think traffic would give him enough time for him to complete one of his commitments for the day and get himself and everyone else carted to the Stadium. The juxtaposition of him sending an expensive car and you now standing among everyone else was not lost on you. You loved it in fact. Loved how you were able to remain so in the thick of the atmosphere but also hidden away. Harry was stoic next to you, his hands pushed into the front pockets of his jacket that resembled that of a Harrington that screamed 1960s Britain, as he watched his mother, sister and her boyfriend standing slightly ahead of him. You’d noted his relationship with the girl in the mint green dungarees the minute you’d located him, Jeff coming to find you at the front of the building and walking you through the stadium having texted Harry to let him know you were there. He’d been stood in an embrace with Gemma as Anne took a picture of her two babies with the stadium filling up behind them, making sure she got the stage in the frame too. The minute he’d seen you his face shone to the kind of proportions that absolutely gave away just how enamoured he was by you. You were sure yours had done the same, which was why the lack of embrace had been hard to process. He’d waved, this cutesy gesture that softened you immeasurably and was then suddenly in an embrace with Sheryl Crow. Because that’s just how his life was. Maybe would be forever. What you didn’t realise was the reason he lingered between his usual soft and cuddly actions and hardened, I’m-not-willing-to-risk-outing-you, was because he’d be on a red-eye flight out of the capital in about seven hours time. You only knew that now having been stood in an even quieter, darkened corner of the stadium with him when the show had come to an end. So vividly it was easy to remember the way he’d fidgeted with the collar of his jacket. Part of you amused at how he looked like those kids who thought they were popular at high school and wanted to do anything to go against the school uniform rules. He’d rambled on and on and on, somewhere in between making it so you caught that he would be leaving to go to New York. Only for a week, he kept saying. Just to finalised some things (he never went into detail). “‘M comin’ back,” he’d desperately added. His eyes darting all over your face to try and read your expression, that you knew was unreadable. What were you supposed to say? To do? Everything was so fresh between the two of you that it had barely been watered enough to grow from the planted seed that it was. “Just make sure you have fun,” you said, voice breathy causing him to stop mid-sentence during his rampage of how he was telling you just how much he didn’t like New York, almost like he thought it was what you needed to hear. “‘M goin’ for work-“ You scoffed a laugh, watching the way his face fell. He really was trying to unnecessarily reassure you. “Doesn’t mean you can’t find a dive bar or two-“ His lips twitched but it didn’t meet his eyes and part of you knew he was apprehensive about leaving when he wanted to explore more about the electric magic between the two of you. Things could so easily change and he didn’t want that, neither did you. “It’s okay to have fun. All work and no play,” you trailed off, jutting your lips out towards him from where you stood. You knew he was confused because you weren’t exactly begging him to stay, but you were realistic. He couldn’t stay. He needed to go and do what he needed to do but he also needed to know you’d miss him. Of course he did. Just like every other person who wanted to have that sense of security and longing. That you were into this just as much as he was. “Come back to me.” Those four words perforated through the silent holding of each other’s gaze. He reached from you, moving his hands from the depths of his jacket pockets and cupped around the back of your neck. He heavily pressed his forehead to yours. “Of course. Don’t you go anywhere.” “Not gonna.” “Good. Don’t want you to.” He reached up pressing his lips heavily against your forehead. The sound of his name being called broke you both from the silent embrace. Raising his lips he shouted, “Gimme a minute.” Harry’s lips were back on your forehead again, dulling down his voice as he said, “Christ he’s at it already. Manager mode on.” Pressing your face into his neck, he chuckled when he felt your shoulders shake as you silently giggled. “Gimme a kiss for the road-“ Pulling away you looked up at him, “Something to remember me by? Stop you being tempted by all those models-“ “Hey,’ he cut in, hands sliding down your body to sit against your lower back. “I didn’t say tha’.” “‘M joking, you are sensitive today,” you nudged his nose. “I know you’re serious, you sent a car for me and everything.” “Piss off,” he shot back at yur teasing, enjoying the way he felt your giggle bounce off his lips. “Did me a favour, uber fare would’ve hit surge charge-“

Shaking his head, he pressed his lips against yours once feeling the way your mouth had downturned at the realisation that regardless of the flirtatious joking this was indeed, a goodbye kiss. “Make it a good one, Styles-“

And he did. He definitely did.

[breanime]

In Sickness

Requests: can you write Billy being sick and the reader (trying) to take  care of him because obviously he is a real ass when he’s sick and he doesn’t want her to see her like (because he feels like shit) but in the end he’s all sleepy and he strangely becomes cuddly and sweet from @delicatelilyflower and Billy Russo showing vulnerability in the form of embarrassment from @suchatinyinfinity

Thanks guys, I hope you enjoy!

*gif not mine*

It had been over 48 hours since you’d heard from Billy, and you were starting to get worried. The last time he’d disappeared for so long had been after a stint overseas with Anvil, and when you finally tracked him down you found that he head been shot…twice. So, you had a reason to be worried.

“Ah, Y/N,” Frank sighed on the other end of the phone, “you know how Bill is. When he’s down, he likes to be alone. He doesn’t want to trouble you.”

“So he is hurt?” You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. “What happened? And don’t lie to me, Frankie, I don’t have the patience.”

You heard Frank chuckle on the other end of the phone. “I would never. Maybe just drop by his place and see for yourself.”

Typical Frank—but his advice was decent, so you headed over to Billy’s penthouse. You had been friends with Frank and Billy since their Marine days. There was something lingering between you and Billy, some kind of unspoken thing that you both were well aware of. You wouldn’t go so far as to say the two of you were an item, but you did sleep together, and Billy did take you out on dates, but… You weren’t dating. Still, he was your emergency contact on all of your official paperwork, and you had a key to his place—which you used now.

“Billy?” You called out, closing the door behind you. His coat was laying on the couch haphazardly, as if he had thrown it off in a hurry—something he rarely ever did. There was a blanket on the floor, and a half-empty water bottle on the table. “Billy? It’s me,” you peeked into the kitchen and sighed. It was in a state of disarray that only meant Billy wasn’t his usual self. A cabinet was open, revealing a lack of groceries, and there was an uneaten bowl of chicken noodle soup on the kitchen table. You checked for any signs of blood or bandages as you made your way to Billy’s room and found none. Your mind brought of images of broken bones, cuts and bruises as you turned the corner. What you saw was….

…Billy curled up in bed like a koala surrounded by boxes of tissue, water bottles, and take-out boxes. He sat up when he saw you, and you couldn’t help the little “oh” that came out of your mouth at the sight of him. His dark hair was mushed and standing up at all angles, and his eyes were low and watery. He was wearing a zip-up hoodie with no shirt underneath, and as you got closer, you could see that his cheeks were flushed, and he was shivering.

“Y/N?” His voice was rough, and he cleared his throat. “What’re you doing here?”

“I’ve been calling,” you noticed his phone on the dresser, “You’re sick.”

Billy scoffed as he struggled to sit up. “”M fine,” his New York accent was thicker than usual, and you could tell his nose was stuffed up, “Didn’t hear my phone go off.”

“That’s cause it’s all the way over here,” you picked his phone up and waved it at him before putting it back, “How long have you been sick?”

“”M not,” he huffed, pulling his hoodie over his chest, “’M just…” He coughed into his forearm, “”M just a little off. It’s fine.” His eyes narrowed as he watched you strip your jacket off. “What’re you doing?”

“That depends, where do you want me to start?” You asked, laying your jacket on the back of a chair. “Cleaning up or getting you some medicine? Have you been to the doctor yet?”

“I don’t need a doctor, I can take care of myself.” You could tell he was breathing out of his mouth, not his nose. “I don’t need you here.”

“Clearly,” you deadpanned, “What with the stuffy nose, shakes, and assumed fever, you’re a picture of independence.” You thought back on what his living room looked like. “You catch something at work?”

“Couple of the guys came down with a fever after a mission,” he answered, “I gave ‘em time off, but they wouldn’t take it.” He sniffled again. “It’s possible I might have caught something from them.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and instead went over to Billy to feel his forehead. He flinched when you put your hand out. “Don’t be a baby,” you clicked your tongue when you felt the heat of his skin, “Where do you keep your thermometer?”

“Don’t have one.” Billy pushed your hand away and fell back against the pillow. “Been feelin’ like this for two days,” he coughed again, “it’s almost done. Gimme another day an’ I’ll be fine.”

“Not gonna happen, soldier,” you were already moving around his room, straightening up, “If you won’t go to a doctor, I’ll take care of you myself. When was the last time you had something to eat?”

“Fuck off, Y/N.”

Now you did roll your eyes. Billy would have to try harder if he wanted to scare you away. “Fuck you, Russo. Now answer the question.”

He huffed, but answered you nonetheless. “Tried to eat last night,” he sniffled, “I have soup in the kitchen.”

“Yeah,” you piled another blanket on Billy’s bed, “You have that terrible canned stuff. I’ll make you some soup.” You dug in your purse and pulled out a couple of Tylenol PMs. “Here,” you watched him dry swallow the medicine and went back to tidying up.

“’M fine,” Billy was slinking back into his bed now, “the canned stuff is good,” he pulled the extra blanket up to his chin, “You can just go home, Y/N.”

“Mm hmm,” you went to the windows and started pulling the blinds down.

“I don’t need anyone takin’ care of me,” Billy was turning to lay on his side, and his words were muffled by the pillow, “’specially not you.”

“Right,” you turned the ceiling fan on low and let its soft hum lull Billy to sleep. It didn’t take long, he mumbled something that sounded like “leave me alone” before he dissolved into soft snores and the occasional cough.

You made your way into the kitchen and took a look around. It was sparse, but there were just enough ingredients for you to whip up a pot of homemade chicken noodle soup. You contemplated running to the store for more supplies, but you weren’t comfortable leaving Billy to his own devices—unconscious or not. So, you put in an order for a grocery delivery and went back to cleaning. Frank texted asking for an update and you replied: He’s being a little bitch, so I’m making him soup. Frank sent you back a laughing emoji, and you chuckled as you put your phone in your back pocket. You checked the soup and sat down at the table. You weren’t sure what kind of mood Billy would be in when he woke up, but you wouldn’t let him scare you off.

Billy didn’t wake up for another three hours. You ended up dozing on the couch and woke up to a warm hand gently brushing your cheek. You opened your eyes to see Billy, wrapped in the blanket you’d put on him, staring down at you.

His eyes still looked a little blurry and his nose was red, but he wasn’t shaking anymore. “You’re still here.” He said, his voice soft in the open room.

“Well yeah,” you sat up and rubbed your eyes, “I made you soup and got some groceries—what are you doing in here?” You didn’t wait for him to respond before you hustled him off the couch and back into bed. His forehead was still warm when you touched it. “I’m gonna heat the soup up and grab you some tea, I want you to eat as much as you can, and oh,” you grabbed a bottle from where you’d placed it on his dresser earlier and poured some thick, red liquid into a cup, “drink this.”

“What is this?” He asked, picking up the container and squinting at the label.

“Medicine,” you pulled out a food tray (a gift you got him a few months ago that was mostly for you) and placed it on his lap, “I want to see that cup empty by the time I get back.”

Billy—for once—didn’t say anything back, so you went and prepared his soup. You added honey to the tea and brought him an extra bottle of water as well. The cup was empty when you got back, and Billy was fussing with the bedsheets.

“Now before you start,” you placed the soup and tea on his tray, “this was my grandmother’s recipe so it’s really good, and the tea is that good shit, not that brown water crap Frank is always trying to feed us.”

Billy made a choking sound that you took for laughter. He cleared his throat and moved some pillow out of the way. “Wanna sit?”

Your eyebrows shot up, but you didn’t question the invitation. You slipped under the covers next to Billy, feeling just a tad bit giddy.

He lifted the spoon to his lips and paused. He turned to you. “Want a taste?”

You giggled and leaned forward, sipping the warm broth. You grinned as you sat back. “Trying to test for poison?” You joked.

Billy sighed, putting his spoon down. “I deserve that. Look, Y/N, ‘m sorry I was bein’ a dick, I…” He looked away from you. “”M not used to people takin’ care of me.”

“Aw,” you ran your fingers through Billy’s messy hair, “you don’t have to apologize, I get it. And I’m happy to help, Billy.” You watched him try the soup. His eyes closed and your grin widened. “Good?”

“Mm,” he nodded, “Shit. This is really good, Y/N.” You felt a spark of glee go through you at the compliment and leaned in closer to Billy. The two of you sat in bed together, as Billy slowly ate his food and drank his tea, watching horrible reality TV and arguing over which one of you Curtis liked best. Billy ate most of the soup and drank all of his tea, and he tried to help you clean up afterward—but you wouldn’t let him. You put the dishes in the dishwasher and came back to see Billy lying down with the covers wrapped around him. He looked adorable.

You climbed into bed with him and caressed his forehead. “Do you need anything?” You asked, voice low.

He looked up at you, eyelashes fluttering against his sleepy, dark eyes. “Can…” He sniffled, and you almost melted. “…Can you hold me?”

You thought your cheeks would burst with how big you smiled. “C’mere, baby.”

You wrapped your arms around Billy, pulling his warm head to your chest and running your fingers through his hair just the way he liked. He put his arms around your waist and sighed happily. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

“I want you to stay,” he went on, sniffling, “an’ I want to take care of you next…I want to take care of you forever.”

You chuckled. “You’re delirious, babe.”

“I’m serious,” he looked up at you with an honest to God pout on his face, “You… I want you…You’re my…” He groaned, snuggling in closer to you. “”M too tired, you know what I mean.”

You did know what he meant, and it made you feel another wave of sweet warmth go through you. “Mm hmm,” you agreed, running a hand down his back, “me too, baby.”

“Mm,” he closed his eyes, “I like when you call me baby… Let’s take a nap, baby.”

“Okay,” you kissed the top of his head and he sighed happily, “sweet dreams, baby.”

Billy dozed off in your arms, and while you weren’t necessarily happy that he wasn’t feeling well, you had to admit; holding him like that, taking care of him, and hearing his soft, unsure utterances just felt right…

…even if you woke up with a cold the next morning. 

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Liar, Liar

Ethan x reader

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff - you have been warned!

words: 2.346

summary:  Ethan wants to cuddle but wont admit it. (hope this is at least kind of what you had in mind, anon <3)

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     Ethan is…tall. Well, objectively he isn’t even that tall, 5’11 is quite the average for guys. However, compared to your smaller size he is tall. And on top of that, Ethan is also pretty big, just in terms of his broad shoulders and his ridiculous build. Even if it weren’t for your smaller frame, there is just no way Ethan would ever be considered ‘small’. Not that this has anything to do with the matter at hand, but in your experience it’s kind of connected anyways.

See, guys like Ethan are usually the big spoon in pretty much every regard. Their girlfriends curl up on their laps, demand cuddles, and use them as blankets and humanoid heaters and such…and you do the same, of course. But, at least in your experience, big guys like Ethan – as much as they do cuddle their girlfriends - are not really used to being cuddled. Like, in general. And, looking at your past experiences, usually it’s these same big guys who absolutely adore being cuddled, practically melting when you do little things like carding your fingers through their hair or rub their shoulders for a second.

Hilariously enough, none of them would ever admit how much they like cuddling. Ethan will keep on grumbling about how he doesn’t have time for this “mushy girl stuff”, and later claim you were just doing it so he would give you cuddles back (this repayment is never demanded by you, curiously, and usually comes at a time when you really don’t have time for payback-cuddles, like when you’re leaving for work or have to study). Still, next time you’re watching a movie Ethan drapes himself all over the couch like a big, annoying cat, and butts his head into your thigh repeatedly, complaining about how uncomfortable the couch is until you give in, pull his head into your lap, and bury your fingers in his hair.  The ensuing grumbling is so low and near inaudible, that it sounds like he’s actually purring.

By the end of the movie, Ethan has fallen asleep and you sit through all of the credits just to seize the chance and pet him as much as you like. His curls feel silky when you card your fingers through it, and he always makes this humming noise in the back of his throat when you scratch your nails lightly over his scalp. You’re pretty sure he’s at least halfway awake since you can see his eyelashes fluttering a little too much, but if he’s willing to play asleep and let you pet and cuddle him, you’re all for it. You stroke over his unruly eyebrows, straightening them in the process, and trace the slope of his nose. When you rub your index finger softly over the hinge of his jaw and stroke over his jawline to his chin, there’s a light scratching noise and you can feel his stubble tickling the tip of your finger.

The credits are almost done by now and you really have to use the bathroom, so you uncurl your hand from his hair and – before you can lift his head from your lap, Ethan makes a sniffing noise and rolls from his back to his side, effectively burying his face in your stomach. And keeping you from getting up. If this isn’t the human equivalent to a cat butting your hand in demand of being pet, you don’t know what is.

You don’t even try to suppress the chuckle as you look down at his head buried firmly in your lap, almost positive that Ethan is very much awake right now. Still, you cave and start stroking his hair once again, your other hand coming to lie on his shoulder and rubbing small circles into it. There’s a content sigh against your stomach and you’re almost sure you can feel an accomplished smile spreading over his hidden face.

“Ethan”, you say softly – you don’t know why. You’re one hundred percent certain he’s awake by now, there’s no need to wake him gently.

He doesn’t respond. If anything he curls up against you even further and you can’t help the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, even as you roll your eyes. How can a grown ass man be this adorable?

“C’mon you big baby, we can cuddle more in bed”, you try to coax him into admitting he’s awake and finally let you go to the bathroom. Pressing his face into your lower stomach isn’t really helping your situation either.

Ethan makes a huffing sound and finally rolls back onto his back to blink up at you in fake-sleepiness. He even has the audacity to rub over his eyes and yawn, but you can see clearly that he’s been awake for a while now. If he even fell asleep in the first place. His eyes get really puffy whenever he sleeps, making it hard for him to open them the first few minutes after he’s woken up. Right now they’re all clear and big, and you would call him out on it but he’s making such huge doe-eyes up at you, that you’re pretty sure something inside of you just melted and turned into literal cotton candy.

“You wanna go to bed?”, he asks like he didn’t just hear you say the exact words. You know, like a liar.

“Yeah”, you reply with a snort and roll your eyes but you really gotta go to the bathroom now, so you gently lift his head up and get up. Your fingers tousle his hair one last time when you lay his head back down onto the couch, and he frowns and grumbles in protest, but when you look back over your shoulder, Ethan has his eyes half closed again, a content half-smile playing on his lips and his entire body draped boneless over the couch. A contently purring cat. That’s what he looks like.

             oooo

             Ethan usually goes to bed later than you, and so you generally fall asleep on your own, only to wake up in the middle of the night to find him pressed against your back, far too hot to be comfortable anymore. Tonight you’ve barely switched off the light and stored away your book, when the door creaks open, bare feet pad over the floor, and the bed dips as he crawls under the covers behind you. For a minute there’s the cool light from his phone dimly illuminating the room, then he puts it away and two long arms are slung around you from behind, pulling you in until your back is pressed against his chest.

You can feel him nosing the back of your head and there’s a pair of lips that presses a soft kiss to the shell of your ear. His familiar scent settles around you like another blanket, and the coarse hairs on his legs tickle against your calves. As much as you love the feeling of his body curving around you, holding you, he kind of is a human space heater.

“You awake?”, Ethan asks surprised, when you take the arm that’s draped over your middle and try and worm out under it.

“Yeah. You’re hot, Ethan”, you complain, when he doesn’t help you get away from him. You can feel yourself starting to sweat already and you hate being sweaty in bed. That’s the whole reason why you showered before, after all, and Ethan is ruining all your preparation.

He laughs, and suddenly his arm is back and he’s squeezing you close to him. “I know. But thank you.” He buries his face in your hair and you can feel his teeth nipping teasingly at your nape, his hands trailing down your sides, getting ready to tickle you. You grab his hands and struggle to get out of his grip, but he doesn’t let you. He simply pushes his leg between yours and traps one of your legs, so the other one is flailing uselessly around as he laughs against your skin.

“Nooo, Ethan!”, you whine, his breath tickling your neck and making you laugh against your will, but at least he doesn’t tickle you. Yet. “You’re too hot, gimme space!”

“Nope, no space for you”, he growls playfully into your hair and tenses up the muscles in his arms, so you can feel them bulging against you, even though he doesn’t up the pressure around you. Just lets you feel the pure strength wrapped around your body. “You went all cutesy-cuddly on my ass before, now you get the same.”

“Like that’s some sort of punishment?”, you exclaim indignantly and try to turn around in his arms to face him. “You love it, you just won’t admit it.”

“Oh, please”, Ethan snorts but lets you face him. His cheeks are slightly pink and his eyes are glinting mischievously at you in the dark. “You just keep telling yourself that.”

Even as he speaks, you can feel his hands spread out over your back and his thumbs circle slowly over your skin. Maybe he’s doing it on purpose, maybe he isn’t even aware of what he’s doing, but Ethan not being a cuddler literally couldn’t be any further from the truth.

“Such a liar”, you say incredulously and worm your hands up between the cage of his arms, until you can reach his head and bury your fingers in his hair. His eyes flutter shut the instant you start massaging his scalp and his mouth drops open in a silent sigh. Victorious, you smile and lean forward to steal a kiss from his lips, smirking when his eyes snap open again. “And a bad one, too”, you whisper teasingly against his mouth.

He tries to protest immediately but you quickly kiss him again before he can get one word out. You dig your fingers into his hair and scratch lightly over his scalp, and this time he groans audibly into your mouth and his arms around you tighten again.

“You’re not playing fair”, Ethan mumbles into the barely-there space between you, when you let up from his mouth to paint soft kisses along his jaw, and nose his jugular. His words are slurred and he is tilting his head upwards to grant you more room, already.

“Oh, are there rules now?”, you question into the dip between his collarbones, where his skin is particularly thin and sensitive. You slide your hands down to his nape to play with the soft hair there and gently dig into the hard chords of muscle. You can feel him actually shuddering under your hands and his thigh between yours tenses up as he lets out a shaky breath.

“Well…” He trails off for a second and pushes back against your hands to keep up your fingers’ pressure on his skin. The appreciative hum that vibrates through his chest is too low to hear, but you can feel it against your lips. It takes a minute before he clears his throat and makes another attempt at speaking: “if there are, you’re definitely not playing by them.”

“So you want me to stop?”, you ask him slyly and tip your head back to watch his face. He isn’t looking at you, his eyes are shut and there’s such a blissed-out look on his face, you would laugh if it didn’t make you want to kiss him so much. Before he can think of a smart answer, you wrap the leg he’s not pinning down around his hip, pull yourself closer, and press your mouth to the hinge of his jaw. His hands twitch on your hips, reflexively pulling you even closer.

His mumbled “yess” is almost inaudible and you can only hear it because your ear is right next to his mouth. You hover for a second, then you unwrap your leg from around him, pull back your hands from his shoulders, and turn around in his arms until you’ve got your back turned to him again. “Okay then.”

It takes him a moment until – “hey!”

You can’t help the chuckle at the pure indignation in his voice, but you don’t turn back around. Instead, you let Ethan hook his chin over your shoulder and he wraps all his limbs around you, completely casing you in. You’re still warm, but you don’t care anymore.

“You’re also mean”, he whines and rubs his stubbly cheek against yours.

“You wanted me to stop”, you insist laughing and try to push his face away but he won’t budge.

“You know I didn’t”, he grumbles against your shoulder.

You get a hold of his arms that are still wrapped around you, and squeeze them lightly as you curve your back ever so slightly to push back into his embrace. “So you do like cuddling, then?”

“That was more making out than cuddling”, he evades as he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, making goosebumps arise all over your back. “Never said I didn’t like making out…”

“You’re ridiculous”, you snort and shake your head. He doesn’t reply, just hums into your shoulder and keeps cuddling you defiantly.

           oooo 

           Later that night, when he has rolled away from you because it actually does get too hot when you’re plastered together like that, you wake up from the lack of warmth and Ethan has turned his back to you. Sleepily you scoot closer to him and press your cold nose against his back as you curl around him. He grunts irritated in his sleep and reaches back to you. For a second you think he’s trying to push you away. Then he finds your wrist and pulls your arm around his middle, holding your hand in his and placing it on his chest, effectively pulling you flush to his back.

“’Don’t like cuddling’ my ass”, you mumble into the dark, the adoration you feel for this ridiculous boy rushing through you and to your tingling fingertips. You lean your cheek against his back and soak up the warmth he’s radiating constantly. “If you wore any pants in bed, they would definitely be on fire.”

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[richie-txzier]

I love how you guys write Reddie especially sleepy Eddie!! Can I get more of sleepy Eddie pleeeeeeeeasssee?? Maybe like, some other members of the LC pretend to be Richie so they can see him be all soft lmaoooo!! Thanks

Hell yeah you can Sleepy!Eddie is my guilty pleasure :]

(This was only small so I’m just going to post it like this - Admin Tozier) 

When Beverly entered the living room of the Kaspbrak residence what she expected was painfully-clean carpets, dust-eradicated surfaces and, if she was being more dramatic, plastic sheets to be covered all the furniture.  What she didn’t expect was to see the only male of the home, curled up, knees almost against his chest, hands twisted into fists resting in front of his face and swallowed by a dark green hoodie that she instantly recognised as Richie’s from the ketchup stain on the right shoulder.

The sight shocked her so much that she paused her step, Stan bumping into the back of her with an indignant grunt. He followed her surprised and adoring gaze. He cocked an eyebrow before furrowing them. 

“Why’s Eddie on the couch? He hates sleeping on the couch.” He muttered. The two of them flinched suddenly as the unnoticed TV clicked onto a channel after previously being on low-volumed static. Beverly leaned down to push at Eddie’s shoulder, lightly. 

“Hey? Eddie?” She whispered but pulled back quickly as he stretched his arms out, a small yawn roaring from his throat. 

“Richie? Baby?” He murmured, rubbing his eyes. Beverly and Stan’s jaws dropped and they looked at each other, a silent phrase said in unison. Oh my fucking god. 

Beverly grabbed Stan’s arm, a grin spreading across her face, “That is so adorable, holy shit! They call each other baby?!“ 

But Stan was hardly listening, his mouth slanting into a mischievous smirk and he crouched down across from Eddie. Stan and Richie were original best friends - it was just fact. Stan had known Richie the longest, a full glorious and emotionally-taxing 15 years now, so he liked to think, though he also sort of knew, given how much Bill had chuckled and complimented over it, that he could do a pretty accurate impression of his best friend. And now it will finally come in handy. 

“Yeah, Eds, it’s me.” He drawled and Beverly smacked a hand over her mouth to stop her rough snort, bending over in silent laughter. 

Eddie smiled sleepily, reaching out a sweater engulfed hand towards the sound of Stan’s voice, shifting back on the couch, “Cuddle with me, baby?“ 

Beverly was sat on the floor beside Stan now, both her hands clamped on her face, red with both laughter and joy at the adorableness of the relationship both her best friends shared. Stan was grinning wildly now, ignoring Eddie’s limp sweater drooped arm to mutter, “Gimme a minute, Spaghetti-head." 

Eddie groaned, curling tighter in himself similar to a grumpy cat, his brow scrunched cutely and voice taking an adorable edge of a sluggish whine, "Chee, baby, come on, you’re so warm. I’m cold." 

Stan felt like this heart was going to explode along with his teeth breaking from the cavities slowly forming in all of his mouth. Beverly was pulling out her phone, her mouth screwed tightly to keep her laughs in, Richie’s contact name blaring from the screen as she motioned to the door. Stan nodded, giving in with that sweet, cuddly Eddie was way better than an angry, embarrassed Eddie. 

He could hear the faint conversation with Richie, Beverly mentioning their initial plan to ask Eddie for help with their English homework but then of the picture they stumbled upon. 

”…yeah, he’s sleeping on the couch calling for out you, baby.“ She teased, biting her lip to stop her grin. She heard a crashing noise and then an abnormally loud, "I’M ON MY WAY.” before she was hit with a dial tone. 

Wandering back in, she tugged on Stan’s sleeve and jerked her head to the door. Stan nodded and stood, watching for a moment as Eddie rubbed his eyes again. They had made it to the door and had just opened it when Richie was stood there looking distinctly dishevelled and hand poised mid-air as he had been about to open the door. 

“Did you fucking sprint here?” Stan asked as they curved around one another to switch positions on the doorstep. 

“Maybe,” Richie replied breathlessly and disappeared into the living room. Just before Stan left, rolling his eyes at how it had fallen to him to close the door as Beverly had skipped down the steps towards their bikes, he caught a quick exchange between the two of them.

“Eds, baby?" 

"Chee! Cuddle?" 

A deep chuckle, ”‘Course, Spaghetti, nowhere else I’d want to be. I love you.“ 

The last voice was muffled, "Love you, too." 

Stan was smiling as he closed the door.