#gonna try and take the rest of the day off

[memorabxlia]

Christmas Morning ━ 연준

genre: smut summary: you give your boyfriend an early morning christmas gift warnings: blowjob, language, unprotected sex (wrap up irl!), riding (def forgot something) pairing: boyfriend!yeonjun x fem!reader wc: 1.2k a/n: DAY 10!!! nets: @blossomnet @k-labels @k-films

You woke up to the soft glow of Christmas morning, the room bathed in that quiet, magical light that only comes when snow blankets the world outside. The air smelled faintly of pine from the tree in the corner, and the faint sound of carols played somewhere in the distance. You stretched lazily, feeling his warmth beside you, and turned to see him still asleep, his face soft, his breathing even.

But then your eyes dropped lower, and you noticed it.

The outline of his cock, hard and straining against the blankets, tenting the fabric in a way that made your stomach clench with desire. You bit your lip, your heart starting to race as you let your hand drift down, brushing lightly over the bulge. He shifted in his sleep, a soft murmur escaping his lips, but he didn’t wake.

Good.

You didn’t want him awake. Not yet.

You slid down in the bed, the sheets rustling softly as you moved, and you peeled the blanket back just enough to expose him. He was already hard, his cock resting against his stomach, the tip glistening slightly. Your mouth watered at the sight, and you didn’t hesitate, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the head, your tongue flicking out to taste him.

He stirred, his hips lifting slightly, and you smiled to yourself, wrapping your hand around the base of him as you took him into your mouth, your lips sliding down his length with practiced ease. You started slow, teasing him with light sucks and gentle strokes, your tongue dragging along the underside of him as you pulled back, only to sink down again.

“Mmm…” he mumbled, still half-asleep, and you felt his hand brush against your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as you worked him deeper, your head bobbing in a steady rhythm.

“That’s it,” you whispered, pulling off just long enough to speak before taking him back in, your hand working in tandem with your mouth as you felt him start to harden even more, his cock swelling against your tongue.

“God, that feels good…” he groaned, his voice still heavy with sleep, but you could hear the edge of desperation creeping in, the way he was trying to hold back, to let you control this.

You hummed again, the vibration making him shudder, and you picked up the pace, your hand tightening around him as your mouth moved faster, your lips sealed tight as you sucked him in, your tongue working over the sensitive spot just beneath the head.

“Fuck, fuck…” he gasped, his hips lifting off the bed now, his hand tightening in your hair as he held you there, not pushing, just wanting to feel you. You let him, your eyes fluttering closed as you focused on the feel of him against your tongue, the way he filled your mouth, the subtle salty taste of him as he grew harder, thicker.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered, his voice rough now, strained, and you felt a thrill run through you at the words, at the way he was falling apart because of you. You pulled back again, your lips slick and swollen, and you looked up at him, your eyes locking with his as you took him back in, your tongue swirling around the tip before sinking down again, taking him as deep as you could.

“Jesus… I’m not gonna last…” he warned, his voice tight, and you smiled around him, your hand moving faster now, your mouth working him in time with your strokes, and you felt him tense, his cock pulsing against your tongue as he came, his release spilling into your mouth as he groaned, his head falling back against the pillow.

You swallowed, your lips still wrapped around him as you milked him through it, your hand slowing as his body relaxed, his grip on your hair slackening as he collapsed back onto the bed, his breathing heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

You pulled off, licking your lips as you sat back on your heels, watching him as he tried to catch his breath, his eyes half-lidded but still fixed on you, his expression a mix of awe and satisfaction.

“Merry Christmas,” you said softly, your voice teasing, and he laughed, a low, breathless sound that made your stomach flutter.

“Best fucking present ever,” he muttered, his voice still rough, and you grinned, leaning down to kiss him, your lips still tasting of him as he reached up to pull you closer, his hands sliding down your back as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours.

You knew this wasn’t over. Not yet.

But for now, you were content to just lie there, wrapped in his arms, the warmth of his body against yours as the snow fell softly outside, the world quiet and still.

“Take me again,” he whispered against your lips, his voice low and urgent, and you smiled, your fingers trailing down his chest as you moved to straddle him, your body pressing against his as he groaned, his hands gripping your hips.

“You’re insatiable,” you teased, your voice breathy as you leaned down to kiss him again, your body pressing against his as you felt him harden beneath you, his cock already straining against your stomach.

“For you? Always,” he muttered, and you laughed, the sound muffled as he kissed you again, his hands sliding down to grip your ass as he lifted you, guiding you onto him, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance as you sank down, taking him in, your body stretching to accommodate him as he groaned, his hands tightening on your hips.

“Fuck…” he breathed, his voice ragged, and you smiled, your hands braced on his chest as you started to move, your hips rolling as you took him deeper, your body trembling with the intensity of it.

“You feel so good,” you whispered, your voice shaking as you rode him, your nails digging into his chest as he thrust up into you, his hands tightening on your hips as he guided you, his body moving in time with yours as you lost yourself in the rhythm of it, in the way he filled you, stretched you, made you feel so fucking good.

“Cum for me,” he growled, his voice low and rough, and you gasped, your body tightening around him as you felt it building, the tension coiling in your stomach as he thrust up into you, his cock hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars.

“Oh God…” you moaned, your head falling back as you came, your body shaking as he thrust into you again, his hands gripping your hips as he drove you over the edge, your release washing over you in waves as he groaned, his own release following close behind, his cock pulsing inside you as he came, his hands tightening on your hips as he held you there, his body trembling beneath yours.

“Fuck…” he breathed, his voice rough, and you collapsed against him, your body still trembling as he wrapped his arms around you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as you lay there, your body still connected to his as the world outside faded away, the only sound the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

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*𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈?*

Pairing: Felix x Reader (GN)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none really. Sorry for any mistakes!

This was requested, using prompt 4. “Are you feeling alright?”

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Slumped on the chair at the studio, you felt like you were burning up. Your head was pounding and your body just felt like it was on fire. You wanted to go home and curl up in bed however you missed lix the past few days so you didn’t wanna leave.

Almost like he could read your mind he turned to look at you his face softening. Your face was white but your cheeks were bright red. You looked miserable. “Love are you feeling alright? You look like you’re about to kick the bucket” he joked trying to make you laugh.

“I’m fine Lixie” you responded back not wanting to ruin the mood.

“Sure you are” he said with a smile. He got up making his way toward you. He placed his lips to your forehead feeling how warm you were. “Love you’re burning up. Come on let’s get you home yeah?”

“But I miss you” you pouted.

“I miss you too but you need to go home. I’ll come with you don’t worry love” he said taking your hand in his. “Let’s go my hot potato” he teased.

Lix drove you home keeping his hand interlocked with yours. When you arrived home he helped you into the house sitting you on the couch. “I’m gonna run you a cool bath ok? You sit here” he said going to the bathroom but turning around to head to the kitchen. He poured you some water handing it to you “drink some please, it’ll help a lot. You’re gonna need to get some fluids in you”

You sipped on the water while you heard Felix running around. He set the bath temperature, grabbing you some silkier clothes so it wasn’t so hot. When he came back out he smiled at you “you already look a little better” he said your cheeks not being as red. He took your hand once again bringing you to the bathroom. He helped you undress taking your hand to help you in the bathtub. He took a wash cloth wetting it before wiping your face softly. After he put it on your forehead laying it there to help bring your temp down.

He turned on some soft music and dimmed the lights a bit. “You relax love ok? I’m gonna order some food and I’ll be right back” he said. You let out a content sigh, your body feeling less hot already. The sound of food making your tummy growl. You hummed along to the music that was playing closing your eyes to relax.

“Sweetheart, I ordered some soup for you and some ice cream” he said as he opened the door.

“Ice cream” you said opening your eyes smiling wide.

“It’ll help cool you down on the inside” he said smiling. “Plus I know you love ice cream so figured it be a little treat” he said.

After letting you soak for a while he helped you out wrapping a towel around you. He helped you dry off kissing you softly as he did. “Bed or couch?” He asked.

“Bed please” you said stepping into your clothes.

“Whatever you want my love” he said taking your hand once more to take you to the bedroom. He pulled the blankets out letting you get in before covering you up. “Want cuddles” you said pouting.

“I’ll give you all the cuddles love but the foods almost here. So I’ll be right back ok? Pick a movie while I’m gone” he said handing you the remote.

When he came back after grabbing the food he put a small stand over the bed that he normally used when he surprised you with breakfast in bed. “Eat up sweetheart” he said kissing your cheek.

The rest o f the night was spent with yourself curled up in Felix’s arms. Just hearing his heart beat and his breathing gave you so much comfort. He pushed some hair from your face kissing you softly “you feeling better love?” He said softly his eyes looking over you.

“A lot. Thank you Lixie sorry we had to leave the studio” you said.

“Ssh don’t be sorry, I’m more than happy to be here and take care of my love” he said smiling.

He kept checking on you through the night. Making sure to get you to drink some water. It wasn’t much after the movie you had picked ended that you fell asleep. Feeling a lot better thanks to him.

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want you back - m. fushiguro

you and megumi's relationship ended terribly. you'd spent the past few months trying to forget him- only to run into him at a party your best friend forced you to go to. cw: angst with a happy ending song: want you back by 5sos a/n: ik i just posted a megumi one but i love this man so here is yet another one

“NO MATTER WHERE I GO, I'M ALWAYS GONNA WANT YOU BACK.”

The first time Megumi saw you after the breakup was at a party. He hadn’t even noticed you until Itadori gasped loudly and pointed with no attempt to hide his shock.

You were standing across the room, talking to some guy, doing the same arm touch you did to him when you first met.

His stomach began to churn.

He couldn’t stand to see it. Couldn’t stand to see you moving on while he was still daydreaming about the memory of you. All he wanted to do was leave and try to forget you- something he’d attempted for the past month since you’d broken up.

“Let’s just go,” Megumi put down his drink. “No way,” Kugisaki insisted, crossing her arms. “You can’t let this breakup take over your life.”

That was when you spotted him too.

Your whole body froze, eyes locking with him across the crowded room. And suddenly, this party- this entire night- became your worst nightmare. Your best friend had insisted on you coming with her to this party and flirting with the guys to at least try and get yourself back out there.

You didn’t want to. This wasn’t something you typically did.

Megumi knew this. That’s why he was just as confused as you were.

Too frustrated and embarrassed by getting spotted by your ex-boyfriend, you spent the rest of the party on the couch and on your phone, pretending you weren’t hyperaware of his presence.

Megumi wouldn’t lie- he spent most of the night watching you. Ignoring every girl that tried to talk to him. Brusing off Kugisaki’s glares at him.

All he could think about was you.

The freckles on your back he’d spent time studying after the first time the two of you spent the night together.

The sound of your laugh that echoed through his brain anytime he dared to smile.

The way that you’d talk his ear off whenever you had the chance.

The way that you’d lean into him, desperate for his touch on hard days.

The way that your face would light up whenever he knocked on your door.

The way that you looked at him like he was the best thing in your life.

The roses on your shirt when you ended things with him.

The way your voice cracked as you told him, “This isn’t working.”

When the haze of the party became too much, you slipped out towards the balcony, craving some fresh air.

The air was cold and crisp, a nice contrast to the heat of the moving bodies at the party. You leaned against the railing, your fingers curling around the cold metal as you thought about you and Megumi’s prior relationship.

But then the door slid open behind you. Before you even turned to look, you knew who it was.

Megumi stepped onto the balcony, his hands shoved into his pockets. He wasn’t sure if he should have even followed you. But he made the plunge.

“Needed air?” he walked up to the railing, standing beside you. You let out a short, humorless laugh, “Clearly not as much as you did.”

A thick silence settled between you. You turned your gaze back to the skyline. But you could feel him watching you- studying you the way he always had.

“You seem different,” he finally said. “You do too.” “I guess we haven’t seen each other in a while, then,” he exhaled through his nose, barely nodding.

You hummed in agreement, watching the city lights twinkle in front of you. The part noice still bled through the glass door behind you. But out here on the balcony, it was quieter. Less suffocating.

But Megumi’s presence filled the space beside you in a way that made it impossible to ignore him.

The two of you hadn’t been alone together since the breakup. You’d made sure of that. It was easier to pretend that he didn’t exist when you weren’t looking straight at him.

But now, you were. And the weight of everything that was unsaid at the end of your breakup pressed against your ribs as if your lungs were going to explode.

Megumi shifted, his elbows resting against the railing as he turned his head slightly, his eyes still stuck on you. It made your throat tighten.

“You were talking to that guy inside,” his voice remained even. You tensed, “Yeah.”

His fingers curled into his palms. The image haunted his brain. The way you laughed at something the guy said. The way you reached out, touching his arm like you used to do to him when you laughed too hard.

“Didn’t think that was your thing,” he said finally. You let out a breath, your grip tightening on the cold railing, “It’s not.”

He knew that. He knew you would never do casual. Whenever you let someone in, you did it with your whole heart.

His jaw clenched, “Then why were yo-“ “Because I thought it’d help,” you snapped, turning towards him with frustration thick in your voice. “Because everyone kept telling me to move on from you. Everyone kept telling me I should put myself back out there as if I wasn’t the one who-“

You stopped yourself, biting down hard on your lip to stop them from moving.

Megumi’s gaze sharpened, “Like you weren’t the one who what?”

You looked away from his eyes for a moment. Megumi let the silence linger, waiting for an answer you weren’t sure you could say out loud.

Then, barely above a whisper, you said, “Like I wasn’t the one who ran away from us.”

Megumi stiffened. There it was. The truth he’d been waiting to hear come out of your mouth for months.

He’d spent months trying to figure out why you’d left. Everything was going perfect. He couldn’t understand why you’d leave.

And now that he was standing right next to you, with the weight of your words settling between you two, all he could think about was the way you used to look at him. Now, all that remained in your eyes is a look of apology and regret.

His throat tightened, “And now?” You inhaled sharply, your breath shaky, “I don’t know.”

But you did. And so did he.

Megumi turned fully toward you, shrinking the space between you by just a few inches. Close enough for you to feel his warmth and to smell the faint traces of cologne left on his hoodie after tonight. Close enough that if you turned your head just a little more, you’d be back in the place you had missed so damn much.

“Then figure it out,” he said quietly, his voice raw and honest.

Because he wasn’t over you. And he wasn’t going to pretend that he was. Not when you were standing right in front of him, looking like you might still want this too.

[humpster35]

Matt, Please

This smut includes: unprotected rough sex, pussy eating, angst, loss of virginity, daddy kink, asshole Matt (if you squint) slight baby trapping and praising.

It was a late night, nothing was like this feeling i’ve felt in this moment. Matt and I have been together for awhile now and we haven’t had sex. “Matt….why are you doing that?” I laughed watching as Matt fixed his desk rapidly, he moved in a funny way. “I’m trying to make this aesthetic for you, I know you like when things are neat and pleasing to look at. I mean(he poses showing a cheeky smile) you ARE dating me.” This asshole. I thought as I shook my head. The bed creaked as he sat down, he wore a black shirt, sweatpants, a necklace and his hair was left messily hot after gaming all day. “Matthew you ARE quite sexy…maybe I should reward you.” I shrugged while smiling.

Silence. It filled the room up as if it could envelop me whole and leave nothing behind. Oh shit…I was a virgin wasn’t i? “Matt wait i’m sorry i-“ He got up quickly. “Why do you have to do that Y/n? We haven’t fucked ever. You keep teasing me but whenever it’s time to actually do something about it you bail on me.” “I don’t bail on you- I just..I just” “Can’t commit to anything?” Feeling insulted by his words I get up and begin removing my top. I’ve always been the more naive one of the group, being friends with the triplets and moving to La to film with them i’ve come across a lot of much more experienced people. It’s silly i know but, in my head I though that if i didn’t tell Matt about my virginity then things would just remain the same between us…after all guys do act differently once they find out. I looked at Matt when my top completely comes off, my white lace bra visible. You’re not like that…are you Matt? “What are you just standing there for? Why even remove your shirt if we’re just gonna cuddle?” Matt shrugged as he laud down on the bed and rested his arms behind his head. “I wanna—no I can do it. I’ll have sex with you.”

Matt stared at my face intently, was he studying me? He stood up and took off his black shirt. I watched as his tattoos were painted on his left arm…he was so fucking hot. “We gonna fuck hm?” Matt said mockingly. “If i’m gonna fuck you then i’m gonna need you to promise me something.” Puzzled my face looked up at him while he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to his body, it felt as if any closer and we would become one. “Matt don’t be a dick okay? I said we can have sex so stop mocking me.” He chuckled. “Promise me you won’t make any noise.” Confused I looked at him before getting close to his face and kissing him. “I….I promise.” Matt chuckled and tucked of strand behind my ear. “I’m not mocking you darling..hm? I just wanted this for awhile now…are you sure you’re ready?” I moaned softly as his soft pink lips placed butterfly kisses along my jawline to my neck, his hand roamed further down to my crotch. “it feels good Matt…can i have more?” Matt chuckled a bit as he lifted his head up, staring into my eyes he smiled before kissing my plump lips. “Come on, let me take care of you.” He lifted me up by my waist making me throw legs around him. “Let daddy take care of you hm?” “O-okay daddy.” I watched as Matt started laughing, his face turning red. “Why’d you say it like that? Are you embarrassed?” “Shutup I am not embarrassed-.” “I think you are(Matt laughed even harder into my shoulder while he stood between my legs.) Have you not called anyone daddy before?” I shook my head no embarrassed. “Awww shhh shh it’s okay baby…you don’t have to ever be embarrassed mmkay?” Matt pulled my pants off slowly, I studied his actions anxiously. Next was my underwear, he slid those to the side before he stopped and looked at me. “Daddy will always take care of you.”

Matt pull his dick out of his boxers. “Woah.” was all I could say as I watched the long and slightly dick bounce against his chest for a second due to Matt’s sudden movement. “Woah?” Matt laughed, he started stroking himself while looking down at my pussy. “Yea…Yeaaaaa that’ll do hm?” I moaned softly feeling him rub his tip on my clit. Before I could even warn Matt that I was a virgin he slammed into me causing me to moan loudly and grip his shoulders. “fuckkkkk ouhhhhh shit you’re fucking tight.” Matt moaned while he let go of his dick and rested his hands on my hips getting ready to fuck me. “m-matt wa-wait…mmmm” I couldn’t get out any words due to his size and pain. It hurt but felt good, i’ve had his fingers inside of me before but this. This was much different, more bigger and much deeper. THRUST THRUST THRUST THRUST THRUST. Back to back Matt was fucking me hard on his gaming desk, I watched him with half open eyelids throwing my head back. “ah ah ahhhhhhh Mattyyyy please I can’t..” “hm? speak up.” Matt was so arrogant at times, even now that he’s fucking me he wants to taunt me. I gripped his shoulders hard causing him to bleed. Matt started fucking into me extremely rough and hard as he gripped my ass for support. “MATTTTTTT AHHHHHHHH” “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKKK OH FUCKING FUCKKK.” Matt screamed in ecstasy as he bit his lip hard. “mmm ouhhh yeaaaa baby fuckkkk right there for daddy yes yes yes yes.” My tits bounced aggressively through my bra while i struggled to breathe at this point. This man doesn’t even know im a virgin and he’s fucking me like he hates me. “Matt wait-.” Matt kisses my lips and pulls me closer to his body, in one fast swoop he lifts me off of his desk and transfers me to his bed. “Ah!” “M’gonna fuck you here now baby.”

Without warning Matt again inserted himself into me. This time i had something to hold onto before he started pounding, I grabbed his bedsheets while he threw his head back. “Fuck I haven’t pussy in awhile…” I bit down hard on my teeth trying to hold in any sound I was making. Clearly Matt also forgot about his so called “promise” because once he lifted my legs on his shoulders to get a deeper angle he started moaning loudly. “AHHHH OHHHHH Y/N Y/N IM SO FUCKINF CLOSE…i’m so close imsoclose imclose.” THRUST THRUSTTHRUSTTHRUST. I let out mewls and mewls of moans loudly as Matt started biting my neck slightly, every move he made I felt him knock my cervix back by like two inches. It was so painful…but it hurt so good. “Matt wait..pleasepleaseplease wait-.” “Shut. THRUST. the. THRUST. fuck. THRUST up.” THRUST. My legs started shaking around his shoulders, the bed creaked loudly and he was pounding into me so hard that I felt myself being pushed into the back of the headboard. “M’gonna cummmmmm” “ahhhhouuhhh yes yes baby i’m gonna fucking cum in you.” What. Did he just say he was gonna cum in me-.

I felt Matt’s long fingers begin to rapidly rub my clit, he stopped for a moment and stuck them into my mouth. “Spit on it bitch.” He angrily said and I immediately did what he asked, he took his fingers out of my mouth and begin to rub my pussy again. “OHHHH FUCKKK. MATT aahhhhhhhh-.” “yeaaaaa let’s fucking cum hm? wanna cum together? you wanted to have real sex well here you go—.” Matt made me cum instantly with his aggressive tone and his long fingers, My legs continued to shake while he pounded deeply into me and he didn’t stop rubbing my pussy. “S-stop please…” My small hand tried to push his much larger one away weakly due to my body being spent. It was getting overwhelming and overstimulating. “Matt, Please.” He stopped and looked at me, “Okay. okay baby.” Matt gently kissed me before he hurried and started thrusting deeper to get his own orgasm. THRUST THRUST THRUST THRUST. “ohhhh i’m gonna cum..IM GONNA FUCKINF CUM IN YOU AHHHHH.” “NOOO AHHHHH.” We both let out loud screams of moans as Matt came deep inside of me. I tried to push at his chest to get him to pull out, “Matt please I don’t wanna be a momma.” Matt chuckled and shushed me. “Shhh shhh baby, it’s okay hm? daddy’s got you.” I started crying out of frustration and overstimulation while Matt gently kissed everywhere on my face and neck. “I fucking hate you Matt…..” Matt pulled out of me as his dick made a wet pop sound and I immediately closed my legs. “I know….but i’ll always love you.” My breath hitched as he wiped my tears, he picked me up and took me to the bathroom to clean me up.

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[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Teacher's Pet Baby Pt 2

Cg!Professor!Wanda Maximoff x little!student!reader

Summary: You wake up the next morning a little worse than the day before, but it's okay Mama is here

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: Age regression, sick fic, mentions of medicine and having to take it, fluff and comfort

Authors notes: I'm still sick, so here have a part 2 sick fic

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. Wanda is already awake, as she always is, her body attuned to early mornings. She shifts slightly, expecting to feel you nestled against her as you always do, but something is off.

Your breaths are uneven, small sniffles escaping between them. She frowns, tilting her head to get a better look at you. Your nose is completely stuffed, your lips parted slightly as you struggle to breathe through the congestion. Your face is still flushed, and she can tell before even checking that your fever hasn’t gone down much.

Her heart clenches at the sight of you so miserable.

Carefully, she slips out of bed, moving with practiced quietness as she grabs the easy-read thermometer from her nightstand. Pressing it lightly to your forehead, she waits for the beep and sighs when the screen reads 100.0°F.

Not dangerously high, but enough to keep her worried.

Without hesitation, she heads to the bathroom, retrieving another fever patch—this one decorated with Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, and Goofy, covered in cute little patterns she knows will make you smile. She also grabs more medicine, determined to help ease your symptoms as much as possible.

Returning to the bed, she gently peels the backing off the fever patch before placing it against your warm forehead. The cooling sensation sends a shiver through you, your body instinctively curling inward as a soft whimper escapes your lips.

Wanda hushes you gently, smoothing her palm over your arm. "Shh, baby, it's just Mama," she whispers, watching as your sleepy eyes flutter open.

You blink up at her, dazed and confused, your fingers reaching up to touch your forehead. As soon as they brush against the patch, you let out a quiet, congested whine. "Cold…"

"I know,munchkin," Wanda murmurs, rubbing slow circles on your back. "But it'll help, I promise."

Your face scrunches up, but you don’t try to pull it off. Instead, you nuzzle closer into her warmth, sniffling miserably.

Wanda sighs, brushing your hair back before reaching for the medicine. "I know you don't feel good, my little love. But Mama’s going to make it better, okay?"

You let out a tiny hum, already sinking further into little space, too sick to fight it. Wanda lifts the medicine cup to your lips, tilting it gently.

"Open up, Malyshka," she coaxes.

You hesitate, eyeing the grape liquid with a frown, but the look in Wanda's eyes tells you there’s no getting out of it. With a dramatic sigh, you open your mouth, letting her carefully pour the medicine in. You swallow quickly, shuddering at the taste.

"Bleh," you whimper, hiding your face against her.

Wanda chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I know, Malyshka. But you did so good for Mama."

She reaches for your sippy cup, already filled with your favorite juice, and presses it into your hands. You take it eagerly, sipping at the sweet liquid to wash the medicine taste away.

Once you’re done, Wanda pulls the blankets back up around you, tucking you in securely. "Rest, munchkin," she murmurs, stroking your back in slow, soothing motions. "Mama’s not going anywhere."

You peek up at Wanda through tired eyes, your fingers weakly clutching at the blanket. "Mama… what about classes?" you ask, your voice stuffy and small as she cards her fingers through your hair.

Wanda hums softly, her touch never stopping. "Mama's gonna cancel her classes today," she reassures. "I'm sure my Friday students will be thrilled to get a little break this weekend." She smiles down at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead—right over your fever patch. "And you, young lady, will not be worrying about school today."

You pout, not wanting to miss class, but you know by the tone of her voice that protesting won’t get you anywhere. She’s already made up her mind. With a small, defeated sigh, you snuggle closer to her. "Okay, Mama… can we watch cartoons?" you ask shyly, peering up at her with hopeful eyes.

Her expression softens further, and she chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Of course, baby. How about we go make you a nice little sick nest in the living room, and Mama can keep an eye on you while I make breakfast and send out my emails?"

Your tired face lights up at the idea, and you nod eagerly. "Yes please, Mama!"

Wanda grins and helps you sit up, immediately wrapping you in a blanket before lifting you into her arms. You let out a soft, happy sigh, pressing your warm cheek against her shoulder.

✎✐ ✎ ✐ ✎ ✐

Wanda moves around the living room with practiced ease, setting up the perfect little sick nest just for you. She fluffs the pillows, making sure they’re nice and soft, then carefully drapes blankets over you, tucking you in snugly. She even grabs a few of the stuffies she’s bought for you over time—ones she knows you love the most.

"Here you go, sweetheart," she murmurs, handing you your favorite plushie. You clutch it to your chest immediately, nuzzling into the softness with a content little hum.

Once she’s sure you're comfy, Wanda grabs the remote and flips through the streaming options. "How about some Bluey or Hello Kitty, baby?" she asks, glancing at you with a knowing smile.

"Bluey, please, Mama," you mumble, rubbing your eyes sleepily.

She chuckles and selects your show, letting the familiar theme song fill the room. "There we go, baby. You just relax, okay?"

You nod, already sinking deeper into the coziness, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the ear of your stuffed animal.

Wanda steps into the kitchen, but she keeps a watchful eye on you as she opens her laptop and starts drafting emails to her students. Every few moments, she glances up at you, checking for any sign of discomfort. Every sniffle, every tiny whimper makes her pause, ready to step in if you need her.

At one point, you let out a congested little huff, shifting under the blankets. Wanda’s gaze immediately snaps to you. "You okay, my love?" she calls gently.

You peek up at her with glassy eyes. "Jus’ wanna see Mama…" you murmur shyly.

Her heart melts instantly. She closes her laptop without a second thought, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel as she walks back over to you. "I’m right here, baby," she says, kneeling beside the couch and stroking your cheek. "Mama’s not going anywhere."

You reach out, grabbing her hand with your fingers. "Love you, Mama…"

Wanda smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I love you too, my sweet girl. Always."

With that, she climbs onto the couch, settling in beside you. You waste no time cuddling into her side, your body completely relaxed as she gently rubs your back. 

✎✐ ✎ ✐ ✎ ✐

Wanda glances down at you, feeling the soft rise and fall of your body against hers. Your breath is still slightly stuffy, but you’re peaceful, completely relaxed as you snuggle into her warmth. She rubs slow circles on your back, her other hand carefully typing out the last of her emails.

At some point, you shift, rolling away from her slightly but still deep in sleep. Wanda takes it as her chance to carefully slip out from under you, making sure the blankets remain tucked around you.

She knows the moment you wake up, you’ll be hungry, so she heads into the kitchen to prepare lunch. She keeps it simple but comforting—your favorite sandwich, cut into little stars because she knows how much you love shapes. In another section of your plate, she places a handful of grapes, making sure they’re halved just in case. And in the last section, she adds baby carrots with a small cup of ranch, knowing you like to dip them.

Smiling to herself, Wanda refills your sippy cup with your favorite juice, making sure it’s just the right temperature.

Once everything is ready, she carries the sectioned plate and sippy cup over to the coffee table in front of the couch. She kneels beside you, brushing a few strands of hair from your face as she whispers, “Baby, wake up, my love. Mama made you lunch.”

You stir slightly, your little nose scrunching up as you slowly blink awake. Your eyes land on the plate, then on Wanda, and you let out a sleepy, congested little whimper before reaching for her.

Wanda chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s sit up so you can eat, okay?” She gently helps you sit up, propping pillows behind you to keep you comfortable.

Your eyes light up when you see the little star-shaped sandwich. “Mama! Stars!” you exclaim, reaching for one excitedly.

Wanda beams, settling beside you. “That’s right, baby. Mama made them special for you.” She watches as you take a bite, chewing happily. “Good girl,” she praises, rubbing your back gently.

✎✐ ✎ ✐ ✎ ✐

After lunch, she cleans you up and sets out your favorite coloring books and crayons, sitting beside you as you doodle away. Every now and then, she leans over to admire your work, pressing a kiss to your temple and murmuring praises that make your little heart swell.

“You’re such a good artist, baby,” she coos, watching as you proudly hold up a picture of a rainbow. “Mama’s gonna hang this one up on the fridge.”

You beam at her words, wiggling happily before going back to coloring.

Later in the afternoon, she helps you build a little Lego house, letting you take the lead while she hands you the pieces you need. When you finish, she claps her hands dramatically, making you giggle. “It’s perfect, detka,” she praises, giving your nose a gentle boop.

The two of you also work on a puzzle together, Wanda letting you take your time as she softly encourages you. Even when you get frustrated, she keeps you calm, guiding your hands when needed.

By the evening, you’re curled up against her once more, a soft blanket draped over you as Bluey plays on the screen. Wanda gently cards her fingers through your hair, humming softly as she watches your eyelids start to droop.

She checks your forehead and smiles when she feels how much cooler you are. “Your fever’s gone down a lot, sweetheart,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’re such a strong girl.”

You let out a sleepy little hum, rubbing your eyes.

Wanda sighs, knowing you need one last dose of medicine before bed. She carefully lifts you onto her lap, grabbing the small cup of NyQuil she prepared earlier. “Alright, baby, one more medicine, and then it’s bedtime.”

You whimper, burying your face against her chest. “Nooo, Mama…”

“I know, my little love,” she soothes, rubbing your back. “But this will help you sleep nice and cozy.”

With a dramatic little sigh, you nod, letting Wanda tilt the cup to your lips. You swallow it quickly, making a tiny face at the taste before snuggling back into her.

“There we go,” she whispers, holding you close. “Mama’s so proud of you.”

She gently lifts you into her arms and carries you to bed, tucking you in with your favorite stuffie before crawling in beside you. She rubs slow, soothing circles on your back, humming softly as you finally drift off to sleep, safe and warm in her embrace.

As she watches your peaceful face, she smiles, pressing one last kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight, my little love,” she whispers. “Mama’s right here.”

[starlighttsv]

Can you please do a fox where Blakey is hurt or sick and Paige and azzi take care of her

Sick - p.b & a.f

💌 Syn: P & A take care of Blakely while she is sick

»»— warnings: poly! sickness, puke, hospitals, i.v, ect..

»»— notes: the internets the one that told me the fever thing and i know the internet lies so idk if that’s all true 🤷‍♀️ i also got carried away writing this but i gave up on proofreading lmao

»»— word count: 3.3k

»»— pair: pazzi x gf!oc || Blakely Doe

azzi and paige both woke up to the bed being cold, which never happens as blakely is always asleep in the middle of the bed between both of them.

so as you can assume they were both equally confused and even more so when they realized it was only 5:30am, when practice wasn’t until 8am and it was a saturday so the three of them didn’t have any classes today.

not to mention - blakely is NOT a morning person! she’ll sleep until 3pm if she doesn’t have anything going on that day

so blakely not being in bed and between them where she’s supposed to be was both confusing and concerning for the two girls

“where’s rosie?” paige rasps out to azzi with her morning voice while sitting up slowly on her elbows, using the nickname her and azzi have called blakely since they met “i don’t know” azzi says confused looking around the room for any sign of blakely

“here, you lay back down, i’m gonna go find her. “ azzi says already getting up starting to walk around the bed and to the door “are you sure? i can help look” paige rasps, slowly waking up more “i got it” azzi says looking back at paige “ok, if you need me, call for me. i’ll still be awake.” paige says laying back down on the bed

azzi nods to what paige said and then walks out of paige’s dorm bedroom and down to the living room / kitchen area thinking maybe blakely just wanted a late snack…nope

azzi looked everywhere for her in the small dorm and didn’t find her girlfriend anywhere - looked everywhere except for the bathroom, which honestly should’ve been the first place she looked

azzi makes her way to the bathroom seeing the door is shut but there is no light on, making her confused even more, rightfully so - blakely’s scared of the dark

azzi knockes on the door and gets no answer back making her slowly open the door and reach her hand in to turn on the light - only to see blakely sitting on the floor in front of the toilet with her head resting on the toilet seat looking to be asleep, azzi immediately runs over to blake while yelling for paige not caring about jana and allie still being asleep

“PAIGE! COME HERE!” azzi yells while pulling blakely off of the toilet and letting b rest against her legs, while azzi holds blake there making sure she won’t fall forward and hit her head on the toilet. paige comes running in and sees blake unconscious being held up by azzis legs and azzi of course, with her few day old straightened hair tangled up with puke all in her hair and all on her

“what happened?! is she ok?” paige stresses walking closer to her two girlfriends and kneeling down next to blake “i don’t know i just found her with her head resting on the toilet seat and unconscious” azzi says starting to stress but trying to keep it underwraps

“baby hey, blakely” paige says tapping blakely’s face a few times trying to get her to wake up - which didn’t work because blakely could sleep through anything including earthquakes and tornadoes

paige and azzi both try to wake blakely up and after a few stressful minutes eventually succeeded “hi baby, can you tell us what happened?” paige asks while holding blakely’s cheek - slowly rubbing her thumb over blakely’s cheek bone

blakely doesn’t answer and instead just closes her eyes and leans her face more into paige’s hand and her body more into azzi’s touch - finding their touch comforting

“mama hey, let’s get you in the bath and then we can go to bed alright?” azzi says leaning down some to make her be closer to blakely

blakely just groans in response not wanting to move at all knowing her stomach pain is gonna come back right when she moves

paige just stands up and turns the water on for the bath and azzi starts helping blakely get her clothes off, both ignoring her groans of protest and just continuing with what they were doing

“alright a warm bath with bubbles and a bath bomb is ready for you” paige says coming back over to blakely and azzi - helping azzi into lifting blakely up gently as to not upset her stomach

paige helped blake get her pants off while azzi held her up, and then azzi helped blake get into the tub and sit down.

“i’m gonna go get her some clothes” azzi mumbles to paige watching blakely immediately put her head on the side of the tub, paige nods signaling that she heard azzi and squats down by the tub, running her hand over blakely’s back “hi baby, i’m gonna wash your hair ok? i’m gonna need you to sit up for me, just for a little bit then you can lay your head back down alright?” paige says in a low tone, knowing that when blakely’s sick she always ends up getting super bad migraines, she doesn’t know if blake has a headache right now or not as blakely’s gone non verbal, so she’s just treating it like she does have a headache just in case.

blakely still doesn’t say anything, she just slowly lifts her head up, allowing paige to wash her hair.

while paige was washing blake’s hair, azzi came back in and set a pile of clothes and a towel on the sink, she then also squated down beside paige and started rubbing blakely’s back

“how are you feeling now baby?” azzi asks lowly but getting no answer in return “mama hey” paige says pausing her scrubbing and trying to make eye contact with blake - blake eventually turning her head slowly

“how are you feeling now?” paige re asks azzi’s question, with blakely only shaking her head side to side as her answer.

“do you think you can keep down medicine?” azzi asks still rubbing blakely’s back - once again blakely just shook her head side to side as a way of saying no

“is there anything you need or want?” paige asks as she’s now rinsing the shampoo out of blakely’s hair

blakely still doesn’t talk and just shakes her head again, paige and azzi look at each other for a minute concerned as blakely has never acted like this while she’s sick - she normally just is clingy and wants attention 24/7, making them realize she’s a lot sicker then she normally gets every once in awhile.

paige and azzi help get blakely clean, dried, and dressed before azzi has blake sit on the toilet so she can braid her hair, and get it out of the way in case blakely throws up again

while azzi was doing that, paige went back to the room and started up the tv, putting it on descendants - one of blakely’s favorite movies, and grabbed 2 small trash cans putting it on either side of the bed, knowing blakely’s still gonna want to be in the middle close to both of them

“alright there we go rosie” paige can hear azzi say from the bathroom down the hall, making her set down the water bottle she had just grabbed onto the night stand, and walk towards the bathroom

“you guys done?” paige asks as she sees blakely shakily walk forward “she’s gonna brush her teeth and then we’re done” azzi says trailing behind blakely in case she loses balance

paige nods in response “i’m gonna go make some coffee, figured we’re gonna be up for a little bit” she finishes while standing up from leaning against the door frame

azzi nods showing that she heard paige but kept her attention on blake. paige then walked to the kitchen making enough coffee for her and azzi, + jana and allie if they wanted any

paige could hear azzi helping blakely back into her bedroom and was trying to hurry with the coffee - just wanting to be with both her girlfriends and be able to comfort her sick girlfriend, so while the coffee was brewing she started preparing the mugs, putting sugar, creamer, all that stuff in and then pouring the coffee and stirring it together, once the coffee was done.

she grabbed those two mugs and carefully walked to her room, seeing azzi and blakely in their normal spots, with b’s head resting on azzi’s chest both watching tiktok off of azzi’s phone

paige just walked to the bed carefully giving azzi her coffee, before getting on the bed and under the covers - moving her free arm to lay behind blakely signaling to both of them to move closer to her - which they both do obviously

once they were all comfortable, azzi pressed play on the movie, blakely letting the sound of her comfort movie lull her to sleep.

sleep didn’t last long. she was able to get an hour & 30 minutes before she woke up gagging, paige immediately sat up from talking to azzi and grabbed the trash can putting it under blakely’s mouth just in time.

azzi rubs blake’s back while paige is whispering soft nothings to blakely - wanting to comfort her as paige knows blakely hates getting sick especially in front of people including her two girlfriends that she’s known for years

“you done?” paige asks after a few minutes of blakely just catching her breath, blakely takes a minute to decide and then nods her head slowly - making paige set the trash can back on the floor and grab the water from earlier, opening it, and handing it to blakely

while she was taking a drink, azzi decided to go get the thermometer and see just how sick blakely is,

“we have to get her fever down now or take her to the hospital. it’s way to high.” azzi says after looking at the thermometer once it beeped

“how high?” paige asks already standing up to try to help “101.2 if it gets to 103 or higher she’s definitely going to the hospital - if we’re not already there. i don’t care if we get in trouble for missing practice.”

“no, no hospital” blakely groans out trying to lay back down but can’t get comfortable. paige and azzi both moved closer and started trying to help blake get more comfortable

once they were done azzi sat at the edge of her side of the bed, putting her hand on top of blakely’s “we won’t take you yet, but if your fever doesn’t go down or it gets higher, we’re gonna have to. you already have a 101 fever baby. we will both be with you, i promise. you won’t be alone ok?” azzi tries to soothingly say as she knows blakely is also petrified of hospitals

blakely doesn’t respond to her and just turns to look at paige, using her doe eyes on her knowing those are paige’s weakness “i’m sorry mama, she’s right. you’re really sick baby”

blakely just huffs and tries to turn over onto her stomach so she doesn’t have to look at them - she struggles for a little bit and paige and azzi obviously voice their opinions but, blakely eventually succeeds in rolling over all by herself

“rosie-“ azzi starts but gets cut off “no” blakely responds back, already knowing what she’s gonna say and not wanting to hear those said words. paige and azzi both make eye contact behind blakely’s back and start lip reading each other - trying to figure what to do

“alright baby, if you don’t want to end up having to go to the hospital then we need to get your fever down by a lot, so cold wet rags and ice packs or a ice bath?” paige says putting her hands on her hips - looking at her stubborn sick girlfriend “neither” blakely grumbles into the pillow

“alright i’ll get the necessities for the hospital” paige said starting to walk out of the bedroom “no hospitals!” blakely yells into the pillow “ok then cold wet rags and ice packs or a ice bath?” paige sasses back

blakely groans into the pillow which ends up in a coughing fit making azzi who’s still sitting in the same spot, start patting her back to try to help her

once she was done coughing paige walked back to the bed laying down in her spot and looking at blakely “rosie look at me” paige says putting her hand on blakely’s back and gently rubbing her lower back while azzi’s still rubbing her upper back

blakely didn’t respond in any way making paige sigh “baby”

“mama, cmon” paige says but ends up more of demanding it, blakely slowly turns her head to look at paige and immediately made eye contact with her piercing blue eyes

“we just want to help you, you know that. we wouldn’t suggest the hospital if we didn’t feel like it was necessary. your fever is at 101.2 right now ok? if we can bring it down and keep it down then we don’t have to go to the hospital but if your fever gets to 103 and up we have to go, it’s not up for discussion.” paige starts and she can see blakely about to complain and starts talking again before blakely has the chance “you know we wouldn’t leave you alone there, i know you do. we’ll be right by your side the whole time ok?” paige says in a soft voice trying to get blakely to understand how serious her fever is.

blakely doesn’t respond for a minute, just looking at paige while thinking of a decision while azzi and paige both keep rubbing her back, blakely eventually nods her head “i’ll go if needed” she grumbles out “thank you baby.” paige says leaning in and kissing the top of blakely’s head “do you want to take a ice bath or..?” azzi now asks making blakely groan into the pillow again as she didn’t learn her lesson last time

after blakely’s done with her second coughing fit paige and azzi both manually roll blakely over, so that she can actually breath and so she can’t groan into the pillow anymore

paige and azzi both just stare at blake - wanting an answer, making blakely sigh and look between both of them “rags and ice packs i guess”

paige stands up from the bed saying that she’ll be back and walks out of the bedroom going to the kitchen to get ice packs, while paige is doing that azzi gets up to get cold wet rags

it’s now been almost two hours since azzi took blakely’s temperature and that whole argument. after paige and azzi put wet rags and ice packs all over blakely’s body all three of them ended up watching more movies until they all fell asleep - 2 of them fell asleep on accident and neither of them called geno telling him what’s happening

azzi woke up before the other two and was confused before she looked at the bed and saw her two girlfriends asleep on the bed - realizing that her and paige accidentally fell asleep which was fine until she also remembered the said fact that they didn’t call geno, making her scramble to grab her phone seeing multiple missed calls and unread texts from everyone on the team

azzi quickly sent a message to geno and cd explaining everything - which is what reminded her to check blakely’s temperature

104.3

“paige! paige get up” azzi says while shaking paige making her wake up startled “what? what happened” she groaned out “blakely’s fever is to 104.3, we need to get her to a hospital now” azzi says with urgency making paige sit up and look at blake realizing how pale she looks

both paige and azzi put there crocs on and wake blakely up - that was a mistake

right when they successfully woke blake up she immediately started gagging making azzi rush to put a trash can under her mouth, paige was rubbing her back as a way to comfort blakely but it wasn’t working and blakely couldn’t stop puking

after a few minutes of non stop puking and then dry heaves,blakely was finally able to get a break and during that break azzi put blakeys slides on her and grabbed the clean trash can for the car ride to the hospital

paige carefully picked up blakely knowing that blake would be walking slow to the car and then end up puking again before they made it to the car, so she was going to carry her

blakely lays her head on paige’s shoulder while paige follows behind azzi as she’s the one opening the doors for paige to get through with blake. once they reach paige’s car paige sets blakely in the backseat with azzi sitting back there with her - holding the trash can in front on blakely while paige gets into the drivers seat and takes them to the hospital

once they made it to the hospital they were checked in and seen pretty fast, now blakely’s laying in the hospital bed with an i.v in her hand asleep while paige and azzi sit in the chairs by the hospital bed, each holding one of her hands and watching whatever shows on their hospital rooms tv

the doctor put her on some medicine but still wanted to monitor her over night so they were all going to stay the night at the hospital, paige planned on getting food and going home to get clothes and necessities once blakely woke up so she could also have a say in lunch so they were just waiting on blakely, which after a few more minutes eventually started to slowly wake up

“hey rosie” azzi said with a low voice being the first to notice her waking up, making paige look to her side to also see blakely waking up “good morning mama” paige says even though it’s the late afternoon now, blakely just groans in response - the light in the hospital room blinding her and making her headache worse

azzi seems to understand what’s wrong and gets up to turn the light off, “better?” she asks sitting down in her seat making blakely nod “how are you feeling?” paige asks rubbing her thumb over blakes knuckles “like crap” blakely rasps out before going into another coughing fit

azzi pats blakely’s back while paige holds a bucket under blake’s mouth just in case - eventually she stops coughing and the two of them continue to talk to blakely, mentioning getting stuff from home and food

it’s now the next day, blakely has been released from the hospital with instructions to rest and to take her prescribed medication and she should be good in the next 3-4 days - which paige and azzi where going to make sure blakely listened and did everything she was supposed to do

they had just gotten back to paige’s dorm and azzi was helping blakely up to paige’s room while paige was carrying their shared overnight bag, food to eat now, and a few bags of snacks and soft foods for the next few days

jana and allie were out at practice for today so it was just the three of them for right now. while azzi was helping blakely get comfortable on the bed paige was once again turning the tv onto a disney movie - this time being lemonade mouth

once the movie was on she sat down on her spot of the bed and passed the food around.

after around 25 minutes they eventually found themselves in a cuddling pile with blakely in the middle and paige and azzi hugging onto her, rubbing her stomach, playing with the ends of her hair, or gently kissing blakely’s forehead while whispering soft praises of love to her, with eventually all three of them falling asleep in each others arms

that’s how jana and allie found them 2 hours later

🏷️ @melpthatsme @rebecca-woso @ldapper @authentic-girl03

[hoondolls]

PAINTER BABY. 박성훈

pairing: f!reader x park sunghoon

notices and warnings: non idol au, fluff, neck kisses established relationship, cursing, slightly suggestive ?, painter!reader , guitarist!sunghoon, someone for the love of god tell me a good word counter website 🙏🙏

Sunghoon’s guitar is fucked again. or maybe he’s the one who’s fucked, but it’s easier to blame the strings than admit he’s been playing too much.

he’s stretched out on y/n’s lap, fingers twisting at the tuning pegs, brows furrowed like this is some great dilemma. it’s not, but sunghoon likes to act like his entire livelihood depends on this. in reality, he just plays at underground gigs with his friends and makes enough for soju and convenience store ramen.

y/n hums, half-listening. her hands are busy mixing paint on an old plastic palette, the kind that still has dried specks of colour from last week. she’s not painting anything serious, just playing with shades, seeing what looks good together. this is what she does when she has the time—paint for no reason, just because it feels nice, there’s a comfortable silence, the kind that only exists when two people have known each other long enough to not fill it. sunghoon’s weight is warm against her thighs, his hair fanning over her hoodie. his guitar lets out a dull pluck as he tests the strings.

“i think my e string’s about to snap,” he mutters, adjusting the tuning peg. he stares at it for a second, like he’s mourning something. then, without warning, he shifts, sitting up and turning to face her properly. “paint something on it.”

y/n looks up, paintbrush still dragging through cerulean blue. “what?”

“my guitar,” he says, tapping the wooden body. “paint something on it. a flower. a little guy. anything.”

she raises a brow. “why?” Inspecting the clearly worn out guitar.

he shrugs, like he hasn’t just admitted to the most sentimental thing ever. “because it’s dying, and i don’t want to think about it.”

y/n blinks. sunghoon meets her gaze like it’s nothing, like he’s not asking her to imprint a piece of herself onto something he loves, something he spends most of his time with. something that’s carried every song he’s ever played.

she exhales, rolling her shoulders. “fine.”

his lips twitch into a smile. he shifts again, resting the guitar across his lap, fingers drumming against the wood. “what are you gonna paint?”

y/n tilts her head, scanning the scratched-up surface. “something sad, since you’re grieving.”

sunghoon groans, letting his head fall back. “you’re the worst.”

she smirks, dipping her brush into white. “you asked.”

he lets her do her thing, watching as she starts with the base—soft petals forming at the edge of the pickguard, curving slightly where the wood is most worn out. her hands are steady, moving with ease like she’s done this a hundred times before. sunghoon feels something tighten in his chest. maybe it’s the reality of his guitar’s last days, or maybe it’s just her, existing in a way that makes things feel less heavy.

he exhales, leaning back on his hands. “i like watching you paint.”

y/n scoffs, but there’s a hint of pink on her ears. “you always say that” she leans back, brush hovering in the air as she takes in her work. the bouquet blooms across the wood, soft pink petals overlapping in clusters, tiny green leaves curling around them. it looks delicate, almost too pretty for sunghoon’s beat-up guitar, but somehow, it fits.

“there, all done.” she smiles, satisfied, but as she shifts, she doesn’t notice the streak of pink smudging across her nose.

sunghoon does.

he tilts his head, grinning. “you’ve got paint all over your face, baby.”

y/n blinks, raising a hand to touch her cheek. “where?”

“everywhere.”

she frowns, trying to wipe it off blindly. it only makes it worse.

sunghoon watches, amused. then, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world, he says, “can i lick it off?”

y/n freezes before scowling, her hand drops, eyes snapping to his. “what.”

he blinks at her, all wide-eyed and innocent, like he hasn’t just said the most unhinged thing ever. “what? it’s non-toxic, right?”

she stares. “you’re insane and disgusting .”

he shrugs. “So can I ?.”

y/n groans, shoving at his shoulder. “don’t talk to me.”

sunghoon just laughs, leaning in anyway, eyes flicking to the smudge of paint she still hasn’t wiped off. “fine,” he murmurs, voice laced with amusement. “but you should clean it before i change my mind.”

He didn’t even wait for her to finish wiping the pain then he stared pressing slow kisses just below her jaw.

y/n tenses. “sunghoon—” but he doesn’t stop, trailing soft kisses down the side of her neck, his hands already moving to brace himself on either side of her. her breath catches as he pushes her back, his weight pressing her into the couch.

“You’ll get poisoned I have paint on me—” she starts, but her voice is already faltering, and sunghoon smirks against her skin.

“mm?” he hums, lips grazing her collarbone like he’s not doing anything at all.

y/n swallows hard. “you’re getting paint on yourself.”

sunghoon just laughs, low and warm against her throat. “It’s alright .”

[benzendrine-nosebleed]

"Sing Me To Sleep."

Guys!! I wrote a one shot based on Schlatt's most recent Drunk Driving stream after hearing him sing bits and pieces. I haven't proof read this (mostly because I'm not in any sober editing mood to) but I wanted to share this quick little bit.

1111 Words, Fluff, Schlatt X Reader

“I love hearing you sing like that,” I spoke softly. Jay was taking a quick break from his drunk driving stream, moving from his office to the kitchen. He has been streaming for a few hours now, and I could smell herbal liqueur on his breath. He grazed past, marching straight to the refrigerator with padded “thuds” from his socked feet.

“Do ya?” Schlatt asked, plucking a snacking cheese from the drawer inside. “Was it on stream?” He asked, unwrapping and popping creamy gouda snack cheese between his lips.

“Yeah, your mic picked it up, and I do, I love hearing you sing Jay, I wish you’d do it when you were sober. You have a wonderful voice,” I smiled, “I mean, your fans loved the album right? That should be enough motivation for you to sing like a canary,” I reached out to hold him for a second before he went back into his office. His mustache shifted on his upper lip as he chewed away. “Have fun with your stream Handsome, I’ve got to go to bed soon. I’m gonna get ready to crawl in. I’ll turn your side of the blanket on so when you make it back it’ll be warm for you too.”

Schlatt smiled and reached out, setting the wrapper on the counter beside me and wrapping his arms around me in a soft embrace. “Of course toots, I don’t know when I’ll end the stream, but I’ll be ready to climb into bed wit-cha.” He pulled me close into his arms, and planted a kiss on my cheek. “If I’m not back in there before you fall asleep, I hope you get some good rest in, I love ya,” he chirped. He pulled away, striding with a confidence he put up as a front for his audience. He entered the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

As he moved back into his room, I strolled across our home to the master bathroom and began drawing up a shower. I had a long enough day working at my own conventional job, that a Friday night was the night to relax. It was winter though, which meant I was in the busy season. I had to help shovel snow across the city, while in New York was enough of a task on its own, and brainstorm funding for public park systems and come up with plans for new designs. I climbed in, letting the hot water warm my bones, and I listened to Schlatt scornfully yell at his computer screen. As I continued, I could hear his agitation and laughs come in waves. He was thoroughly enjoying streaming again, and I was more than happy to let him enjoy it.

I climbed out of the shower and threw on some pajamas, in “Jay’s” style as I had begun to call it. I had taken one of his sweatshirts, which was baggy on myself, and threw it over a pair of my shorts. Once I finished brushing my teeth, I walked to the bedroom, careful as to not disturb Schlatt in his element on Twitch. His cats, Jambo and Soup, were sitting on the preheated bed, leaving me to shuffle in between them as not to disturb their own slumber. I plugged my phone in, and scrolled through TikTok until I began to drift off. I could feel myself nodding in between videos, so I made the choice to set my phone down, and sleep until I felt my lovely drunk boyfriend slam into bed.

This was somewhat of a common occurrence, since he used to film Chuckle Sandwich late into the evenings, we held this dynamic. I would end up in bed early, and sometimes I would wake up to him crawling in, or cuddling up to me. Sometimes I wouldn’t wake up at all and I’d hear my alarm, and feel Schlatt’s arm wrapped around my stomach anchoring me down. After the week that I had though, I was too tired to try and stay up until he was done streaming. I set my phone down on the bed next to me, and nodded off.

I woke up to Schlatt crawling into bed gently, not to disturb me. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but the room was still dark, and the lamp on my side of the bed was still on. He reached over me softly and shut it off, slowly letting the room fill in with a darkness. I didn’t move too much, it was more of my subconscious running my body at this point more than my own mental state. My eyes fluttered closed again, only squinting shut as soon as I felt his hand wrap around my shoulders. He shuffled closer to me, pulling the blanket from between us, and spooning into me.

“Sleep Warm, sleep tight, once you turn off the light,”

He softly lulled. His fingers slowly drifted into my hair, stroking through the strands softly. I recognized the song, being one Schlatt would throw on sometimes in the evening as the night came to a close. He slurred softly, his tone was indicative that he had been drinking most of the evening, but reached his most inebriated state before climbing into bed. He softly sang more, my mind came to life realizing he wasn’t just singing along to a song, he was singing to me.

“Let dreams within you dwell, sweet dreams of me my love,”

He continued softly, his fingernails tracing softly on my scalp. A smile had formed on my face hearing him singing so sweetly, softly into my ears as his lips pressed to the back of my neck with each verse. I still hadn’t moved an inch, hoping to not spook him out of continuing his warbling.

“Close your eyes now, and kiss me, and whisper you miss me,”

He pressed his lips to my neck with a soft kiss. His soft mustache tickled my neck, his fluffed brown hair pressed to mine, it was almost overwhelming how much I adored him like this. I scooted backwards into his body, pressing myself against him as his singing ended a moment later. His hand wandered under my sweatshirt, gently cupping my bare torso. I would normally feel a tad self conscious whenever he would do this, but tonight I basked in the feeling. His hand slid itself between the mattress and my skin, securing his place next to me.

“G’night sweetheart, I love you,” He whispered softly between another set of kisses on my neck.

“Good night Jay, I love you too,” I mumbled back, still flush from his lull.

[apomaro-mellow]

Hawkins Confidential 7

Part 6

“He should be back in school, shouldn’t he?”, Tommy asked as he tied his tie in front of the bathroom mirror.

Steve looked up from what he was doing, marking his personal planner with Eddie’s visitation dates. “He will. He needs time to rest.”

“He was in that hospital bed for months. I want him back in school tomorrow.”

“Tom-”

“No buts!”, Tommy said from the bathroom, coming out of it soon after. “If he’s well enough to play games in his room and call his friends on the phone, he can go to school.”

Steve knew what this was about. The will. “He got a clean bill of health. It’s literally in writing. You don’t need to parade Dustin around just to get what you want.”

“I meet with your father’s lawyer in a month. That old cretin won’t be satisfied by a doctor’s note. Dustin needs to be cartwheeling in that office."

Steve sighed. “I’ll tell him to be ready tomorrow.” In truth, Dustin had seemed ready to continue his life since he got the operation done. It was Steve who was keeping him home. But Dustin could stay his baby forever.

Sensing his somber mood, Tommy came over and leaned over him slightly. “Hey, I care about the kid. I know it doesn’t always seem like it, but I do. He needs some tough love sometimes and you kind of coddle him. Don’t argue”, Tommy said, cutting Steve off. “You know you do. Munson coming back has made you forget but I’m the one who has been here the past ten years. Dustin’s known no father other than me.”

Steve huffed. “And whose fault is that?”

“Watch what you say next…”

A lot of words were fenced behind Steve’s lips. How Eddie should have had a chance to raise Dustin. How Tommy was just like his father. The shirt he had found… Steve swallowed.

“Tommy…do you love me?”

Tommy balked at that, not expecting that kind of question. He swallowed, then cleared his throat, then adjusted his tie. “Steve, honey, of course I love you. I wanted you since you presented. The day you accepted my proposal was the best day of my life.” Suddenly, he was down on one knee again, just like that day, years ago.

Steve wondered if he called his secret partner ‘honey’. Or if they called Tommy pet names. He was still trying to figure out where he recognized that scent from. But he’d already sent that bunch of clothes to be washed, the evidence he found was already gone. Steve wouldn’t even know what to do with it. What did it matter that Tommy was cheating? It wasn’t like the two of them were having sex. 

“You’re gonna be late for work”, Steve said simply. He got up, planner in hand and walked out of the room to tell Dustin he’d be going back to school tomorrow.

As expected, he was very excited about it, ready to see his friends again and officially get back to normal. But that of course, left him free for today, so Steve decided to take Dustin with him to the club. Usually, Steve tried to keep his pup away from that part of their life, but he had to be there today.

“Why are you going to the club today?”, Dustin asked as they got into the car.

“Mrs. Carver asked a favor of me. And since she did a favor for me, I’m returning it”, Steve explained. She’d done a risky thing, giving him Eddie’s information. The least he could do was sponsor some new members. Especially when they were old classmates.

Once they arrived, Steve left the car with a valet and held Dustin’s hand as they walked in. Dustin spotted them first, running over to Nancy and shouting her name. She turned and caught him as he all but leapt at her.

“Dustin? My gosh, you’re so big!”

“I’m taller than Mike now”, he said proudly.

“It’s so good to see you guys again”, Steve said, smiling at both Nancy and Jonathan. 

Nancy looked as confident as ever, her hair cut short now. Jonathan looked as uncertain as ever. Some things never changed. They visited on occasion, which was when Dustin would see them as he visited the Wheelers. But those were always just one day engagements. Steve hadn’t seen them since graduation. 

“Chrissy’s been showing us around the place”, Jonathan said, looking out of place in the pastels, beiges, and whites with his black leather jacket. “Still not sure it’s worth all this trouble.”

Steve shrugged. “It’s something to do. And I bet Chrissy hasn’t even shown you all the best parts. Dustin, go on to the kids’ club.”

“He means the ~world class daycare center~”, Dustin said, putting on a thick British accent.

Steve showed him whose boss by scenting him before shooing him away. “Don’t know where he gets his dramatics from.”

“It’s a mystery”, Nancy smiled.

“You guys got any pups of your own yet?”, he asked. An innocent question. He might’ve heard if they did. But they were living in a whole other place and Steve wasn’t always plugged into the gossip mill. They could’ve had one and he just hadn’t heard yet. Their initial reaction, though quick and subtle, told him not everything but enough.

Jonathan’s eyes went to the floor for a half second and in that same moment, Nancy’s face and shoulders tightened before relaxing.

“No, we don’t”, Nancy replied.

“Oh, well, there’s plenty of other amenities for you to take advantage of”, Steve said, starting to lead them along. 

Steve spent about half an hour, showing them about different parts of the club before they sat down for some lunch. He smiled at them both from across the table.

“So, what do you think?”

“Like it’s a pretty swanky place to waste time”, Jonathan said, but he was half smiling too. “You come here often?”

“As much as I can”, Steve answered.

“Well, I’m impressed by all the activities. It looks hard to be bored around here”, Nancy said as drinks were served to them.

They were only able to take a sip before Carol descended. Steve just barely kept from rolling his eyes when he saw the smile plastered onto her face. Jonathan’s shoulders raised, on his guard, and Nancy responded to her omega’s distress, frowning at Carol. Their reactions reminded Steve of high school and how some things really did stay the same.

“Heeey, I hope you two don’t mind me borrowing Steve for a bit. It’s urgent.”

Steve raised a brow. “What could it possibly be?”

“It’s private”, Carol said before just barely leaning in and stage whispering, “Dustin had an incident at the daycare.”

Steve didn’t even think twice about standing. His pup was already accident prone on his own (something else he got from his sire) but this could be something serious. Was it the surgery? Steve quickly gave his apologies to the Wheeler couple before following Carol, confused when she took him into a bathroom instead.

She checked all of the stalls before giving the mirror her full attention. Steve stood there, hands on his hips.

“That was low, even for you. I thought my son was hurt!”

“He will be if you keep associating with Nancy and Jonathan. Honestly Steve, it’s like you’re the only one who doesn’t care about your reputation.” Carol wasn’t even looking at him as she redid her makeup.

“And what’s your problem with them?”, Steve crossed his arms. “Is it because they’re not miserable? Is it because they actually made it out of this town?”

“Well they ended up right back here. And they’re not as happy as they let on”, Carol grinned as she turned to face him at last.

Steve hated that he knew what was coming next. And he hated that he couldn’t just walk out and pretend to be above it. Because obviously Carol knew something about them and who knows who else she told. If rumors were spreading about them, Steve had to know so that he could warn them.

“You look like you’re about to burst. Just tell me.”

“I heard it straight from someone over at Hawkins General. They can’t have pups.” She made a little squeak like it was just juicy gossip and not something devastating. “Oh Steve, I don’t take any pleasure in it”, she said, reading his mind. “It’s just, this club, the people in our class, we have a status to uphold. Now Nancy is….fffine on her own. The Wheelers practically built this town with your family. But then she ran off with that mutt Byers? And after all that, they can’t have children?”

“They’re not the only childless people here”, Steve said.

“Andy and I are simply waiting for the right moment. There’s a market to these things, not that you’d know. You couldn’t wait to pop ‘em out. What happened to that big family you wanted?”

Steve HAD wanted one. Just not with Tommy. Not in that stifling house. He watched as Carol turned back to the mirror to spritz herself with perfume. 

“Meeting up with Andy?”, he asked, remembering her date night ritual.

Most either went without perfumes to let their scent shine. The ones that did use perfume often used one close to their own scent. Carol used complementary perfumes instead. 

“I am”, she said. “And if he’s busy, well I can flirt with one of the other boys in the office to get his attention. I gave you that tip so you make the right decision, Steve. I know you and Chrissy are going to sponsor Nancy and Jonathan. For the good of your reputation, your pup’s and Tommy’s…don’t. Ta-ta~”, she said as she walked out.

Steve caught a noseful of her scent and in that instant he knew.

Carol smelled like strawberries. She often used a fruity perfume, to make an alpha’s mouth water, she had said. It was the same scent that had clung to Tommy’s shirt.

He returned to the others, ordering lunch and eating while he felt sick to his stomach. Steve assured them both that he planned on sponsoring them along with Chrissy. If this was what they wanted, then he would help. They were very kind not to mention his scent, which had no doubt turned unpleasant.

But of course his pup, as blunt as ever, mentioned it while they waited for the valet to bring the car around.

“Dad, why do you smell like that?”, Dustin asked, pressing his face to Steve’s side.

“I had some bad fish at lunch”, he lied. “I just need to lie down.”

When they got home, Dustin rushed off, disappearing somewhere. Steve did as he said he was going to do and lied down in bed. He was hurting. But worse than that, he didn’t know why he was hurting. It wasn’t like he loved Tommy or wanted anything from him. It was just….just…

“Dad! Phone for you!”, Dustin screamed.

Steve shot up. He hadn’t heard the phone ringing. Had he been that out of it? He picked up the receiver they had in the bedroom.

“Hello? Harrington residence, Steve speaking.”

“Hey tiger”, Eddie’s voice sounded from the other end.

“Hey um, what’s up?”

“I was hoping you could tell me. Little tyke called and said you weren’t feeling well.”

“He said he ate rotten fish but I don’t think that’s it”, Dustin said, also on the line.

“Dustin! Hang up!”, Steve shouted.

“You sound pretty healthy now!”

“Young man! Two words! No. Radio.”

“What?!”

“Listen to your dad”, Eddie said.

“You’re my dad too! Don’t I get points from you that negate his groundings?”

“Who is this sly fox trying to pit us against each other? He gets that sneakiness from you”, Eddie accused.

“Unfortunately, I do have to take credit for that. Dustin. Last warning before I make your bedtime six pm.”

Dustin groaned before hanging up the phone. Steve waited until he could hear the tell-tale stomping back to his room before speaking again.

“I’m so sorry about him. I don’t even know how he got your number.”

“I gave it to him, of course. I hope that was okay?”

“Of course it’s okay”, Steve sat back against the headboard. “Like he said, you’re his dad too.”

“So was it actually some expired caviar that got you down, or something else?”

“....Something else”, Steve said, because he could never lie to Eddie.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“...No. Not until I know what I wanna do about it. Or what it all means.”

“Hm”, Eddie said. And Steve could imagine him nodding his head. “You still feel down?”

Steve smiled. “No. Not anymore.” It was crazy what a short talk with Eddie (Dustin too) could do. “But since I have you on the line, could we just talk? Tommy shouldn’t be home for a couple of hours.” Especially if Carol was keeping him busy.

“Baby, I’d listen to you read the phone book. We can always talk.”

Steve’s smile got bigger. This time, he didn’t correct Eddie’s use of a pet name.

Part 8

[mtx-lol]

rare instance of me being actually really happy with a design

actually gonna word vomit about it;

this came to me the mili, picosecond ive finished colouring the third redesigns which is now completely out of a date of ever seeing the sun so have fun mulling over that lol .

anyways so basically, ive discovered this technique of limiting to 3 or 2 themes for each character, to which i built apon with an overall theme for the whole media and have it paired up with the characters individual theme. ive decides to try for a more flexible or abstract dressing theme for tam, being duality since yknow her hybrid species/transitioning species kinda thing (in hindsight it shouldve been asymmetry but whatevs), the rest was roadsigns and scout.

originally it was going to be a flower, then it was going to be melded skulls and roses but just decided on a skull, the back of her head was a weak resemblance of this broken solar panel thing ? still dont know, but it was cool; this was supposed to be an attempt at symbolism of her trying to weaponise her unique kind of loneliness, being a hybrid and having unconventional origins in the sense of her childhood and the abyssals, trying to replicate a dishonering danger with the horns coming out as well, stabbing away any approachers. the weird cut snout with teeth was supposed to be the top half of a mouth but i thought it would be funnier if it was more a collector showcase base for her weird teeth collection fixation, all from the underground visits john used to take her with when she wasnt older and sicker, a rare interlude of her bleak-less worldview and dull colours.

the spikes on the skull is actually sharpened loose metal from railings, poles, machines, etc, and she uses to have more but she snapped them off when the gun jammed. its meant to be a transition from the skull to the metal plate and was meant to replicate the more grandiose version in my head.

idk if i ever properly explained the diamond earing on her left side but its an earing that john will be shown wearing and he decided to give to her as part of his family, but due to her massive fears of her ears being ripped off with it or with anything (headcanons will be supplied, soon enough), she decided to add it to her hat, which is funny because i was going to pierce her with chains but it wouldve been a) too heavy and b) reminded me too much of this guy in secondary school math class who publicly announced his thought of putting a pencil between a earring hoop, so. (sorry)

also the necklace is a variation of johns that she tried to replicate in her own style, idk if that was obvious but john is her biggest reason of and for life.

what else, uhh the yellow tape around is meant to diverage anyones attention from her face or her in general, yknow, 'look down, look away' likes shes shy guy or smthin. its her anxieties, her self-consciousness she tries to comfort with a shield of fear projected onto others, its also a self-poke like 'this girl right here is a CRIME SCENE!!!'

the weird thing over her shirt is supposed to be a ripped version of the shirt she used to wear in earlier versions, a sign of shifting unrecognisablility, breaking out yet still clinging onto the puzzle pieces for a cocoon that kept you safe in the first place. she knows shes tam, not traviler, but something in her wants tomorrow to be the day the hat is over her eyes and the trench coat is the amber touch of anyone she loved. its a drastic, dramatic life change that cant magically happen overnight, shes 22, but theres always a lingering, loose ended however.

uhmmm, she has many belts that i wanted to make into a loose replica of rock climbing belts because i think she really really really really rwalyh REALLY likes climbing up and away but i thought it would be funnier (common pattern realised) if she didnt know that rock climbing is a real profession or that she'd always would do it too tight or loose so she just gave up.

the saws came as an afterthought from this pin and i was like "whaf if she wash bug" but then i realised if i added in another theme i would have to restart and it would be over complicated AGAIN so i just did it with saws because she nearly got her head cut off by a saw and also like a little nod to her HORRENDOUS sitting positions like she would never sit straight, its either upside down, down on the side, manspreading like its a dentist appointment or 6-2 legs on the floor its quite queer of her.

elsewhere, uhhhhh, one of her makeshift shoulder pads was supposed to resemble the wings of an animal like how i originally drew her necklace but like, i kept on forgetting and kept trying something else until i just replicated the other one with less details, nothing smart i just thought it would fit her (no melted keys, she doesnt like stabbing herself anymore)

anything else...........she has a fang........ uhhh....she ripped off the oversleeves as a get back from the guy who took played with a chain on her hat while she was half awake or smthin idk still hasnt fleshed it out properly........ she is the worlds renowned owner of the most split ends (and she will finger brush through all of the knots with pride god damnit).........uhhhshe doesnt looking at mirrors.......ive made a fanfic about that....i may have realised i have a weird sense of aesthetic attraction to her.....this is a repost cuz i didnt like how little it was but now i have ensnared myself in only 2 doodles per canvas.......i am very irresponsible about my storage space but what else is new....... tam appeared right before me in my dreams................ i have taken 20 screenshots of the updated lore document of the transcribed conco between her john........ yeah thats it

theres probs more ive missed or havent come up with but thats enough words for today,

if you actually soaked in everything ive read um thanks, watch this be outdated within 3 days or hideaway makes me hide away all of my headcanons that has been conjured since december.

k byeeee

[takaraphoenix]

February Schedule

As you may or may not have noticed, the schedule I keep on AO3 never covers all my fics. Partially because so far the Mischief Monday and the Friday Ficlets have been a bit more spontaneous, partially it's also due to the pathetic character limit on the AO3 profile though; it is at times a struggle to put four Wednesday Oneshot summaries on there.

Since I am very confident in the February lineup, I thought I'd try something different and post a full schedule for the upcoming month on here!

Saturday Update, February 01:

Little Red and the Black Fox, chapter 2

Ship: Stetopher

Summary: Superhero/supervillain AU, where Petopher are a married couple of vigilantes, while Stiles is the seemingly innocent best friend of their daughter's but in reality doubles as the hero Little Red and the vigilante the Black Fox. Since chapter 1 introduced Peter and Chris' side of the story, chapter 2 will introduce Stiles and his life up to this point.

Mischief Monday, February 03:

Praised and Pampered

Ship: Stetopher

Summary: Chris and Peter noticed that Stiles had a bit of a praise kink and they turn praising him into a game between them, for the most mundane things like doing good research. It is absolutely wrecking Stiles.

Wednesday Oneshot, February 05:

It's For the Best

Ship: Stetopher

Summary: Deaton and Theo convince Scott that it's for everyone's best if Stiles is mated off to a good match, since the omega is now off age and completed his Emissary training. That'd forge a strong alliance for their pack and allow Stiles to actually act as an Emissary. They arrange a marriage to the mated Alpha Pair of the neighboring Hale Pack, since they're both alphas.

Friday Ficlet, February 07:

Daddy's Gonna Take Care of That

Ship: Stargent

Summary: During the virgin sacrifices, Stiles is freaking out. Chris offers to help out. As the title suggests, Stiles doesn't just lose his virginity, he also discovers he may have a daddy kink.

Saturday Update, February 08:

The Clever One, chapter 8

Ship: Steter

Summary: In this canon divergence, Stiles and Peter are True Mates and Stiles realizes that in the parking garage and afterward claims his role as Alpha Mate (even though he makes it clear Peter will have to work for it if he wants them to work). They build their new Hale Pack together, as equals. Chapter 8 is going to cover some much needed Stiles and Derek bonding (pool scene, my beloved), an investigation into the kanima and Lydia reluctantly joining... not the pack, but the plot.

Mischief Monday, February 10:

The Death and Resurrection of Allison Argent

Ship: Stetopher

Summary: The Hale Pack and the McCall Pack are abducted by a court of divine judges, three of their members are to stand trial for breaking the sanctity of life through unauthorized resurrections: Peter, Allison and Stiles. Two will come out with a not guilty verdict and one will plead guilty - and it's not the person anyone would have guessed.

Wednesday Oneshot, February 12:

Rest and Recovery

Ship: Stetalion

Summary: A canon divergence where Peter was actually tended to and recovered in a supernatural rehab center after the fire and met Deucalion there. The two are a mated pair by the time Stiles checks himself in to deal with the aftermath of being possessed by the Nogitsune.

Friday Ficlet, February 14:

Valentine's Heart

Ship: Steter

Summary: Look, Valentine's Day is a Friday this year, I gotta write something for it. And what would be more romantic than Stiles getting the ripped-out heart of Gerard Argent? It doesn't take a genius to guess who his secet Valentine is.

Saturday Update, February 15:

Guns and Gags, chapter 7

Ship: Stetopher

Summary: Peter and Chris are a married couple who own neighboring shops, Peter a sex shop and Chris a gun shop. They're also looking to add a third to their relationship, each smitten with an irresistible twink and unwilling to budge on their own choice to give the other's a chance. Until they realize they both fell for the same twink. In this final chapter, we're honestly mostly gonna have smut and BDSM. So much filth and pleasure, they're gonna go out with a literal bang.

Mischief Monday, February 17:

Unexpected Revelation

Ship: Stetopher

Summary: Witches are terrorizing town and some of their magic interfered with Stiles' suppressants. He's been passing as a beta for years thanks to them and never actually went through a heat. So when this sudden, unexpected, first heat hits, he has no idea what's happening. Not a heat sex fic, pure comfort and reassurance for Stiles.

Wednesday Oneshot, February 19:

New Body, New Me

Ship: Stetopher

Summary: Yet another post-Nogitsune fic, but the first one actually written after my 3B rewatch, so this one will be more centered on the little things I kind of forgot. Like the fact that the Nogitsune stole and kept Stiles' body and left him in a whole new one. Or just how ready Chris was to kill Stiles. Or the fact that it was wholly Peter's plan that allowed them to save Stiles.

Friday Ficlet, February 21:

The Lore Keeper's Origin

Ship: Stetalion

Summary: Prequel to The Lore Keeper's Legacy. The story of how Peter, Deuc and Stiles got together when the Alpha Pack first came to Beacon Hills and how Stiles got the position of the Alpha Pack's Lore Keeper.

Saturday Update, February 22:

Defying the Death Date, chapter 3

Ship: Steter

Summary: In this soulmate AU, where you bear your soulmate's birthday and, after their death, their death date, Stiles realizes that Peter is his soulmate when Stiles and Derek kill him. Instead of using Lydia, Peter uses his matebond to Stiles to resurrect himself, haunting Stiles instead of Lydia and making his soulmate fall for him this way. In this final part, Peter is actually going to resurrect himself, finally.

Mischief Monday, February 24:

The Runaway Omega

Ship: Stetopher

Summary: After Derek lost the Alpha spark and Peter took one from a member of the Alpha Pack, the Hale Pack left Beacon Hills for a fresh start. A year later, they're surprised when Stiles stands at their door, a packless freshly turned werewolf.

Wednesday Oneshot, February 26:

Partnered Shoot

Ship: Stetaliopher

Summary: Oooh boy am I excited for this one! My first proper OT4 for Stiles and his DILFs, where all angles will be romantically involved, and it'll be a Neckz 'n Throats AU. The two biggest werewolf softporn magazines, Neckz 'n Throats and Visionary, are having a crossover shoot. For that, they pair their biggest names with each other - Peter from Neckz 'n Throats and Stiles from Visionary. Deucalion, Stiles' husband and the CEO of Visionary, hosts the shoot, while Peter's husband Chris is going to take the pictures. Chris and Stiles are in for a surprise when they realize their respective spouses have history.

Friday Ficlet, February 28:

Empty Battery

Ship: Steter

Summary: Stiles just wanted to masturbate before Peter came over for research, but his damn vibrator died halfway through. He plugs the stupid thing in and opts for a cold shower out of frustration because this fully ruined the mood. Maybe he shouldn't have plugged it in out in the open where Peter could very plainly see it when the wolf gets to Stiles'. But then who needs a vibrator when the very subject of his dirty fantasies volunteers to help out?

[speaknow-sw]

For the mirror sex one I saw something like this on TikTok, however many times reader makes James mad throughout the day. Is how many times she has to cum again, like imagine 2 times already and he’s like ‘you gotta give me 4 more’ because she made him mad 4 times that day. If that makes sense? Overstimulating her into OBLIVION, and she has to watch In the mirror while she gets her ‘punishment’. Like spanking first then the rest of her punishment

AM I MAKING SENSE 😭😭

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I CAME ALL OVER MY BED HELP- 😭

James's eyes narrow as he thinks back on all the times you've pissed him off lately - leaving your dirty laundry on the floor, hogging the remote, 'accidentally' spilling beer on his couch cushions. Four times now, he's had to bite his tongue, not wanting to make a scene in front of your old man. But now, with you standing here all cocky and shit, he figures it's high time you got punished proper.

"Tell ya what, sweetheart," he says, voice low and dangerous. "You've been a real brat lately. Mouthin' off, not respectin' my space, leavin' a damn mess everywhere. I reckon it's high time someone put you back in your place."

He grabs your wrist and yanks you inside, slamming the door shut behind you. "Strip," he orders, pointing to the big mirror hanging on the wall. "And get your cute lil' ass over there. Gonna punish you real good, babygirl."

James watches with a smirk as you hurriedly strip off your clothes, tossing them carelessly to the side. His eyes roam over your naked body hungrily, taking in every curve and dip. "Damn, babygirl," he murmurs, "ain't you just a pretty lil' thing." He licks his lips as he stares at your reflection in the mirror, admiring the way your long blonde hair cascades down your bare back.

He steps closer, his large frame looming over your smaller one. His calloused hand reaches out and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. "Take a good look, sweetheart," he growls. "I want you to watch yourself as I put you in your place." His other hand smacks your ass hard, leaving a red handprint on your soft skin.

"Oooh!" you yelp, trying to pull away from his grip. But James holds you firm, his fingers digging into your jaw. "Nuh-uh, none of that," he scolds. "You're gonna stand there and take your punishment like a good girl."

He smacks your ass again, harder this time. "One," he counts out loud. "That's for leaving your fuckin' bra on the bathroom floor." Another smack. "Two, for spillin' beer on my couch cushions." Smack. "Three, for bein' a brat at dinner last night."

He pauses, rubbing your reddened cheeks almost soothingly. "And four..." He leans in close, his stubble scratching your shoulder as he growls in your ear, "For teasin' me all damn day in this slutty lil' skirt, knowin' it'd drive me crazy." He punctuates his words with a hard smack, making you jump.

James watches your reflection closely, taking in your flinch, your wince, the way your tits bounce with each smack. He can see the tears welling up in your big blue eyes. "Aww, is the baby gonna cry?" he mocks. "Too fuckin' bad. You've been a brat for the last time."

He smacks your ass again, and again, counting each one out loud. "Five..." "Six..." "Seven..." By the time he reaches ten, your ass is bright red and burning. 

James grins wickedly as he sees the tears streaming down your face, your ass cherry red and throbbing from the spanking. "There we go, sweetheart," he purrs, rubbing your sore cheeks almost tenderly. "That oughta teach ya to respect your elders, huh?" He leans in close, his stubble scratching your shoulder as he growls in your ear. "But you know what? I ain't done with you yet, babygirl."

He spins you around to face him, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against his muscular chest. His eyes glint with dark promise as he looks down at you. "You've cried twice already, princess. But you made me mad four fuckin' times today, so..." He smirks, squeezing your hip hard enough to bruise. "That means you gotta give me four more, sweetheart. Four more orgasms, just like the times you pissed me off."

James chuckles lowly as he sees the fear and anticipation warring in your tear-filled eyes. "Don't worry, baby, I'll make sure you fuckin' love every second of it." His hand slides down to your pussy, fingers brushing against your slick folds. "Damn, you're fuckin' soaked, ain't ya? Gets ya off, bein' punished like the dirty lil' slut you are."

He plunges two fingers deep inside you without warning, pumping them in and out roughly. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight circles. "C'mon baby, let's get this show on the road," he growls, curling his fingers to hit that special spot inside you. "Gonna make you fuckin' scream on my fingers, sweetheart. Gonna ruin this tight cunt for anyone else."

James watches your face closely as he finger-fucks you hard and fast, his other hand gripping your hip bruisingly. He leans in to capture your mouth in a brutal kiss, all tongue and teeth as he devours you. The obscene sound of your wet pussy being violated fills the room, mixing with your whimpers and moans.

He feels your pussy clench around his fingers as your first orgasm hits, soaking his hand with your juices. "That's one, baby," he growls against your mouth, not letting up his assault on your cunt. "You gotta give me three more”

James smirks as he feels your pussy spasming around his fingers, your juices gushing out and coating his hand. "Mmm, there's a good girl," he growls approvingly, not letting up his relentless finger-fucking for even a second. "Cumin' all over my fingers like the needy little slut you are."

He captures your mouth again, swallowing your desperate cries of pleasure as he attacks your clit with ruthless intensity. His fingers plunge in and out of your clutching cunt, the obscene sound of your wetness filling the room.

James breaks the kiss to admire your fucked-stupid expression in the mirror, taking in the way your tits bounce and jiggle with each brutal thrust of his fingers. "Fuck, look at you," he taunts, giving your clit a particularly hard rub. "Dumb cunt's already milking my fingers for all they're worth. Bet you can't fuckin' wait to feel my big cock stretchin' this greedy hole, huh?"

He pistons his fingers faster, curling them to abuse that special spot inside you that makes your toes curl. "Gonna... gonna... fuck, I'm cumming again!" you wail, your vision going white as another orgasm crashes through you.

"That's two, babygirl," James counts, his voice a dark rumble. He pulls his soaked fingers out of your fluttering cunt, bringing them to your lips. "Clean 'em off, sweetheart. Taste how fuckin' sweet you are."

He forces his fingers into your mouth, making you suck your own juices off them. At the same time, his other hand comes down on your ass again, delivering another stinging slap. "Three," he growls. "And four..."

James grins wickedly as he watches your reflection, seeing the fucked-out, blissed-out expression on your face. He leans in close, his stubble scratching your shoulder as he growls in your ear, "You're gonna give me two more, babygirl. Gonna scream so fuckin' loud, the whole neighborhood's gonna know what a dirty cock-hungry slut you are."

[bellamoooon]

Riff never really thought he would last this long with you, but here you were, he had been with you since the year before Tony had gone upstate, which summed up to two years— which for riff was a lifetime considering his “relationships” never lasted more than a day.

“Come on girly girl, I promise they’ll behave this time…” there he was, puppy eyes and a pout standing in the door of your apartment, trying to convince you to let the jets have dinner at your place.

“Riff, you said that the last time, diesel threw a plate at action—“ you spoke reminding him about the catastrophic dinner that had happened weeks ago.

Because yes, you loved riff, and the rest of the boys, to be fair you had been like a mother to most of them, which was comic, seeing as they were all of your age, or a year younger, but despite that, the care you had given to your boys— as you call them — was more nurturing and motherly than what their actual mother ever provided.

But— often when you made dinner for all of them, it turned into a goddamn mess.

Chewing with open mouths, spilling juice, broken plates, sauce accidentally spilled on your pretty pink table cloth, and stolen spoons— don’t ask, you do not know what they take your spoons for.

“I just don’t want to have to clean up after, you boys are like a stampede of elephants, you tear my apartment to shreds in minutes” riff laughed, of course he did, he pulled you closer wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Come on angel, I’ll make the boys clean up, you just cook up one of those delicious warm meals of yours and we do the rest.”

It was tempting, getting to see the boys— and them endlessly complementing your food, and you weren’t an egomaniac, but man it was nice to hear— and spending time with riff, which was often a complicated task with all the trouble they find themselves in.

“Fine, but this apartment better shine after” he hummed as he left a kiss on your head, good thing he had convinced you, the jets were all getting set up for the dinner riff had promised them, he knew you’d give in eventually.

***

As you turn the stove off, right on cue there’s a knock at the door, you sigh, it’s just dinner, they’ll help clean up, no one’s gonna kill anyone, you try telling yourself, but who were you kidding, whenever more than three jets were in a small space— or big to be fair— an earthquake was bound to happen.

“Heya doll, got the boys, need any help setting up?” Riff said with his usual charming smirk as you opened the door, you made way as him and maybe five or six jets walked in behind all freshened up and smiling as they greeted you.

“Yeah, could ya set the plates and silverware, I’ll be there to serve in a sec” he nodded as he started to hand out plates to the boys as the placed them carefully on the table.

As you close the door a foot is shoved in the way letting out a yelp of pain, “ow!”

immediately you swing the door open to find baby John with his brows knit together in pain.

“Jesus, baby John! Why the hell would you do that?” He shakes his head as you place a hand on his back as you both walk in.

“The guys started to run— and…and I kinda lost ‘em so im just slightly late, sorry ma” you giggled as he spoke, always so well spoken and polite. He was a good kid from a broken home, and you were the kind of mother he always wanted his to be, so to say the least, you were fond of him.

“Alright, go sit down, I bet the boys already set the table for dinner” and they had done that exactly, and were even seated already, looking all pretty and innocent as if they weren’t in fights everyday.

As you had predicted, they all gushed over the food and how “no five star could do it like you did”— says riff, it’s just a simple meal, but he was used to eating whatever he could find cheap enough for himself, or starve, which was almost never, since you’d always have a little something for him.

“Okay, now clean up, I want no complaining or whining, Diesel— you’re on dishes tonight” obviously, he let out a soft “aw man” as he started picking the plates and taking them to the sink, “and the rest of you wiping up the table and the kitchen counter” they all groaned, but complied.

Riff found it incredibly amusing and mesmerizing how, ever since you two were together, they all obeyed to most of your orders and looked after you whenever you were out late.

“Y’know pretty, you’d make a great mom someday” he said as he wrapped his arms around your waist, making you smile as his warmth stuck onto you.

“Already am, dickwad, you made me responsible for all your jets, but I don’t see ya paying child support” you say as you turn your head to look up at him, lets out a loud chuckle as he presses a kiss on your shoulder.

“I’ll pay you once these monkeys are out here girly girl, they don’t need to know how good I fuck you” he whispered in your ear, your face lit up with a bright blush as you stuck your elbow in his ribs.

“Riff! You gotta stop doing that, I mean it.”

“Unless you’d want ‘em to hear your pathetic whining, pretty, remind ‘em you’re mine and no one else’s” he left a quick kiss on your cheek as he pulled away, going towards the boys to walk them out of the apartment, turning to wink at you.

You just know it’ll be best if you sleep in and not leave the house tomorrow.

[tsundereho]

batfam sick fic (proofread)

818 words: my base idea posted as well, oooh fun right? tw i guess for talks of incorrect medicine use. I swear in this, so yeah be warned

@coal-or-something helped me (watched me write and go insane, occasionally helped with grammar)

Bruce powers through anything like a fucking truck Dick can power through it but chooses to be a baby about it (for the bit) Jason is much like bruce but is more noticeable, will refuse to be taken care of Tim doesn’t have a spleen he gets sick like unable to leave bed sick, refuses treatment best he can and tries to keep working Steph is stubborn and confident, can and will make her own damn soup but due to being sick it doesn't go very well Damian doesn't get sick very often but when he does he will refuse to admit it to the point of making it worse for himself Duke Thomas probably knows what to do best (other then alfred) Cass was homeless for 9 years, so used to being sick and just ignoring it. So very used to being sick and just forcing herself not to be due to her dad then her time on the streets

Different scenarios of them being sick, all, same level of sick to start, same symptoms

Bruce cannot slow down or take a break ever, and it was becoming more and more apparent as he refused to pause his typing for a coughing fit. Despite Alfreds warnings about it will only get worse. The only compromise he made was not attending a brunch and instead using that time for a nap, mainly because he didn’t have the energy to mask at all.

Dick at the first sign of his cold immediately canceled his plans, sure he was still gonna go be Nightwing but he needed the days to rest! He was sick, he needed soup and tea with extra honey to help his sore throat.

Jason refuses to let anybody near him while he's sick, he knows they’ll do something, whether it's trying to hurt him in his vulnerable state or worse, take care of him. He didn’t need extra blankets or hot drinks, he needed to stop being weak and just get through this, any guidelines on the cold meds? Ignored. He's chugging the bottle in one go. He needs to feel better. Very often nightwing can find him accidentally high and loopy since he took ten times over the recommended dose, the only reason he isn’t dead is because he is a tank of man.

Tim is doing everything he can to ward off the sickness at the first sneeze, wearing a face mask, washing everything he owns as often as he can, when he gets sick he gets sick. One of the many cons of not having a spleen. 

It does help but not by much, he still gets sick and is immediately bed ridden for his own safety, he can and will seriously hurt himself trying to work like this.

Damian since i can’t write steph very well yet

Damian is the one who got sick first, not that he would admit it to even himself, yes he is drinking more tea, but only because he likes the way Alfred makes it, nothing more nothing less, he scoffs at the idea of taking a break, he did not need a break since he was not sick, no matter what father or any of his siblings said, they were all wrong. No matter how much he overslept for school he would show up anyways.

Cass is very nervous about getting sick, it makes her weak. After nearly a decade on the street she knows how bad it is to be out of commission, being sick meant working harder just to eat as your body screamed at you just to lay down. Being sick at the Wayne Manor was very different, actual medicine, warm food, not needing to force her body to keep moving when all she wanted was to collapse. Bed rest for once isn't forced, she wants a nap and a rest.

Okay i see her as stubborn but more understanding of when she needs to give in. sure when she first started getting sick, much like the others just ignored and medicated. Once she started getting more sick? Actually takes it easy instead of brute forcing her way through it. Is she going to go on bedrest? Hell the fuck no but shes gonna make herself a nice little treat.

Duke Thomas, the only one to actually take the recommended amount of medicine and not just the entire thing, he's keeping track of what times he ate and how much, making sure to wash his hands more often and all that shit

i was gonna write more but uh, no :3

[samwellwinchesterthebrave]

BuckTommyFluffebruary day 1: Nonsexual Intimacy

I'm participating in this fluff prompt challenge from @bucktommyfluffebruary because I love fluff and, of course, bucktommy.

The Comfort of Loving Hands

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Tommy turned his truck off and just sat in silence. His body ached and his heart hurt. It had been a rough shift, rough enough that he wasn't sure where he was going to find the energy to walk into his house. Well, his and Evan's house now. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth for a second or two before exhaustion took over again. Even knowing Evan was waiting inside wasn't enough to get him moving. He sank forward until his forehead was resting on the steering wheel. His eyes closed and he thought he could just sleep here.

An unknowing time later, a quiet tapping at his window startled him. He turned his head slowly to see Evan smiling at him through the window. A touch of worry and sympathy filled his eyes.

“Hey, you feel ready to come inside yet?” Evan asked, his voice muffled by the window. “Lucy texted that there was a bad call near the end of your shift. I made soup, if you feel up to eating.”

Tommy groaned, levering himself back up. He scrubbed a hand over his face. A slight pain in the side of his neck warned him that, even though he could just sleep here, his body would regret it in the morning. Finally, Tommy nodded and managed to get himself out of the truck. Without a word, Evan folded him into his arms and just held him for a long moment. As he pressed a soft kiss to Tommy's temple, Tommy let some of the tension that tangled his muscles go.

“C'mon, sweetheart, let's get you inside,” Evan murmured, pressing another kiss to Tommy's temple. “Food and then I'll take more care of you.”

Tommy nodded, hiding the yawn that stretched his jaw against Evan's shoulder. They walked slowly into the house, Tommy letting a good portion of his weight rest on Evan. As soon as the scent hit him when they walked inside, he groaned in pleasure. The house was redolent with the savory scents of chicken and dumpling soup and fresh baked bread. They headed to the kitchen where slices of bread, a little dish of soft butter, and two steaming bowls of soup sat on the table. Glasses of water cold with condensation looked like the greatest treasure in the world. The back of Tommy's throat burned and the taste of smoke lingered. 

As soon as Tommy sat, he picked up the glass of water and drank like a man dying of thirst. The slick cold finally eased the burn and washed away the smoke. He finished the glass on a single breath, letting out a whooshing sigh as he set the glass down again. Evan took it and refilled it, setting it on the table as he stroked a hand over Tommy's shoulders.

“If and when you're ready to talk, I'm here,” Evan said as he settled into his own seat next to Tommy. “Until then, I hope you enjoy the soup.”

Tommy nodded, not trusting his voice yet. Sorrow mingled with a growing sense of wonder at the care Evan was showing him. Both conspired to make him unable to speak just yet. So he took a slice of bread, spread some butter on it, and dunked it into his soup. The first bite had him groaning again in appreciation. His stomach woke up and demanded more. For several minutes, he and Evan ate in silence. Every once in a while, Evan reached across and rubbed a hand over his shoulder or squeezed his thigh. Just keeping contact between them and letting him know he was there. Tommy’s heart swelled with love.

It wasn't until his bowl was almost empty that he found the strength to talk.

“We... we lost a lot of people today,” he started slowly, staring at the last couple dumplings floating in his bowl. “I don't know how much Lucy told you.”

“Just that there was a building collapse and it was bad,” Evan said, squeezing Tommy’s thigh again. “She said you were gonna be hit hard by it. And the text you sent me about your shift being almost over made me think you were having a hard time. It was distant. Like you were trying to focus on something else.”

“Yeah,” Tommy nodded, setting his spoon down to rub his hand over his face again. “I was trying not to fall apart. The collapse... I was hovering over the roof at the time. Saw a victim and another firefighter fall through the roof.”

“I'm so sorry, Tommy,” Evan said softly, scooting his chair a little closer to press his shoulder against Tommy's.

“That was the beginning of it,” Tommy continued, leaning into Evan's shoulder. He pushed his bowl away, unable to face eating more while memories played through his mind. “It was a four story apartment building. Fire spread quick. I'm sure there were some corners cut in construction. The smoke alarms didn't go off so people were trapped.”

Evan didn't say anything, just let Tommy talk. He knew, had been through similar calls. Evan had lost people before too. Evan knew sometimes all you needed was silence and closeness. When Tommy drew in a shaky breath, he draped an arm over Tommy’s shoulders and pulled him close.

“Ground ops was working frantically to try to get people out. A few managed to get out windows after the fire cut off the stairwells,” Tommy said, his voice starting to shake. He tangled his fingers together and squeezed his hands tightly. “I was coming back for the third time, going to pick up a burn victim. The first two trips were just getting people off the roof, so they were quick.”

“The third was when the collapse started?” Evan asked softly when Tommy stopped talking for several shaky breaths. He rubbed a hand over Tommy's back when tears started tracking down his cheeks.

“He was almost in the helicopter,” Tommy whispered, eyes closing as he remembered that moment. “Lucy was with me and she was reaching for him to help him up. I don't know who the other firefighter was. I couldn't spare too much time to look. Not with needing to control the hover.”

“We'll find out,” Evan promised. “I know it's important so we'll find out who they were.”

“It is and we will,” Tommy nodded. He opened his eyes to press a soft kiss to Evan's lips. “The victim too. I want to know his name. He deserves that.”

“Of course,” Evan replied. “Are you okay? You don't have to keep telling me about what happened if you're not okay.”

“I'm not okay but I think I need to get this out,” Tommy shook his head. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth again. “It was quick, just like how the fire spread. One moment, the roof was mostly solid. The next, it was gone. I heard screams from both the firefighter and the victim as they disappeared. I could hear more rumbling and crashing as floor after floor followed. Then Lucy was yelling that we needed to go. She managed to close the door as a gout of flame roared up around the helicopter. Then I left. The captain radioed to have the helicopter head back to Harbor. There wasn't any more we could do.”

“Lucy texted me on the flight,” Evan murmured, kissing Tommy's temple again. “She told me you were gonna need me and that she was going to go get drunk when her shift ended.”

“Well, Lucy knows what she wants and doesn't hesitate to go for it,” Tommy chuckled. “I'm sure she's doing exactly that right now. But thank you, Evan, for listening. And for dinner. It all helped.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Evan said, rubbing his hand over Tommy's back again. “I'm always here. Are you done eating? I have something else planned for you.”

Tommy nodded but picked up his glass to finish off his water. It helped wash away the phantom scent of smoke the memories brought back. As he drank, Evan bustled around the kitchen cleaning up. It didn't take long for the dishes to make their way to the dishwasher and for the soup and bread to be packed away. Then, taking Tommy's hand, Evan led him back through their bedroom and into the bathroom.

For a few moments, Tommy froze in the doorway as he took in the sight of the bathroom. The overhead light was off but the room was filled with a buttery golden light. Electric candles littered the counter and a few rested at the inner corners of the tub. A bottle of bath gel sat on the edge of the tub along with a bottle of shampoo and a wash cloth. Also, incongruously, a small coffee mug. Tommy's favorite robe hung on the hook next to the shower stall that usually held a towel. It was soft and fluffy, like being enveloped by a cloud.

“I thought you might need something to help relax you,” Evan said, squeezing Tommy's hand before letting go. He turned the water on in the tub, adjusting it until it steamed. Then he turned to Tommy and started undressing him. “C'mon, let me take care of you.”

Tommy let himself be nudged and turned, stepping out of his jeans and balancing with one hand on Evan's shoulder when asked. When Tommy was nude, Evan wrapped his hands around Tommy's hips and moved him towards the tub. Then he stripped quickly out of his own clothes. He stepped away from Tommy long enough to pour some of the bath gel into the water. The sharp, clean scent of lavender filled the room. Then he slid into the tub and tugged Tommy after him. 

Tommy went gratefully, settling back against Evan's chest. Their legs stretched out along the length of the tub. Once again, Tommy was grateful that when he'd remodeled the bathroom years ago, he'd splurged on the oversized tub. There was barely enough room for the two of them. But they fit. He let out a deep sigh as his head tipped back to settle on Evan's shoulder. When Evan leaned forward to shut the water off, he let out a small sound of discontent.

“Sorry, sweetheart, don't want to flood the room,” Evan murmured against Tommy's ear. He wrapped an arm around Tommy's waist and hugged him. “How's that?”

“ ‘s good,” Tommy whispered, closing his eyes. The warmth of the water was relaxing his muscles the rest of the way. Exhaustion tugged at him and he let his body sag against Evan's. 

“Good,” Evan replied. “I love you, you know.”

“I love you,” Tommy smiled without opening his eyes. He managed to lift one tired arm and patted the arm around his waist. “Thank you for this too. I appreciate it.”

Evan hummed in response. He pressed kisses along Tommy's temple and along the side of his head. As he did, his free arm rubbed over Tommy’s shoulder and arm. He massaged the side he could reach in long, slow strokes. A warm, golden silence grew between them as Tommy slowly relaxed against his chest. After a time, Evan switched arms, wrapping his free arm around Tommy’s waist and hugging him before releasing his other arm.

Using the same slow, liquid motions, Evan repeated the massage on Tommy’s other shoulder and arm. Through the careful way Evan stroked over his skin and the simple fact that he held him without letting him go, the memories receded enough to stop hurting as sharply. They became something he could face without feeling as if he’d failed completely. Yes, lives had been lost. Yes, some of those lives had been just inches from safety. But he’d done everything he could and he had saved people. The collapse wasn’t his fault nor were the lives lost. He had done everything he could. Now, in the shelter of Evan’s arms, he could let go of the guilt. Sadness and grief took its place but that was all right. Those weren’t new emotions. Nor was this the last time he would feel them. But now, he could feel the loss and, eventually, move on from it.

About the time his mind had worked through that chain of thought, Evan stopped massaging his shoulder and arm. After placing another kiss on top of his head, Evan leaned forward enough to grab the shampoo bottle. Tommy heard the top clicking open and a soft, slick sound as Evan presumably squeezed shampoo into his hand. Then, gentle but sure fingers were carding through his hair and scratching over his scalp. Tommy let out a moan as Evan tilted his head up a little to reach the back. A quiet chuckle answered the moan but neither broke the silence with words. Evan continued to massage his fingers through Tommy’s hair and against his scalp, working the shampoo in. Tommy let his head be moved as Evan wanted it, his eyes still closed. It was heavenly, putting himself completely into Evan’s hands, knowing that he could trust him with every part of himself.

The scent of the shampoo overwhelmed the last clinging scents of sweat and smoke. Of course, Tommy had showered at Harbor before leaving but it had been quick. More to wash the worst of the call off him so that he wouldn’t drag it into his truck. Now, with Evan’s careful ministrations, he was truly getting clean. Another moan rumbled in his throat as Evan’s nails scratched over the back of his head just above the nape of his neck. Then, his fingers pushed through his hair from the base of his skull all the way up over the curve of his head and to the edge of his hairline. Then, they spidered their way through the sides of Tommy’s hair before massaging behind the curve of Tommy’s ears.

“Okay, baby, tilt your head back so I can rinse the shampoo out,” Evan murmured. “Keep your eyes closed for me.”

There was a quiet clink against the tub then warm water was pouring over his head a moment later. It took Tommy a moment but then he realized it must be that coffee mug he’d seen earlier. Now its presence made sense. As more water flowed over his head, he smiled as Evan’s fingers combed through his hair. The warm water threatened to put him to sleep each time Evan poured it over his head. Finally, some time later, Evan put the mug back on the edge of the tub and pressed another kiss to the top of his head.

“Hey, you still awake, Tommy?” Evan asked, rubbing a hand over Tommy’s shoulder and down to his collarbone.

“Mmmm,” Tommy hummed in reply, feeling too comfortable to actually speak.

“Okay, next part,” Evan replied. “You can keep your eyes closed. Just let me move you, okay?”

“Mmmm,” Tommy hummed again.

He heard some indistinct movements though he couldn’t quite what they were. There was a rubbing sound, like cloth between hands. Then a soft, warm, fluffy weight tracked over his shoulders. He could smell more lavender and the sharp, clean scent was soothing. After several seconds, as the weight moved over both his shoulders and down one arm, he realized it was the wash cloth he’d seen earlier. Evan was washing his skin, cleansing the last lingering bits of the call that clung to him. Tears gathered in his eyes as Tommy moved his arm up when Evan nudged his elbow. None of his previous partners had ever done this for him. Most of the time, he was the one caring and pampering and spoiling. Though it wasn’t like his previous partners just ignored him. But it was never this level of care and love.

A tear leaked out of one eye and trickled slowly down his cheek. With one arm being slowly and gently washed and the other too tired to move, he didn’t wipe it away. It took a few seconds but Evan noticed the tear. One thumb wiped it away, lingering at the corner of Tommy’s eye for a few seconds. The thumb was replaced by Evan’s lips, the kiss lingering even longer.

“You okay?” Evan asked as he threaded his fingers through the fingers of the hand he was washing. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, don’t stop,” Tommy shook his head, cracking his eyes open and meeting Evan’s gaze. “Please don’t.”

“All right. Can you tell me what you’re thinking?” Evan asked. He squeezed Tommy’s hand then let it go to rub the cloth back up his arm.

“It’s just... you. No one’s ever done something like this for me. No one but you,” Tommy said slowly, his voice catching. “Taken care of me like this.”

“I’m glad to do it,” Evan murmured, his expression impossibly soft and fond. He moved the cloth over the back of Tommy’s neck and down his other arm. “I want to show you how much I love you.”

“You do. I feel like my insides are too small to contain how much you make me feel,” Tommy admitted. “I love you so much.”

Evan smiled and kissed him. The kiss was soft and tender, lingering in the gentle brush of lips. It was as much a promise as a gesture of affection; the promise that they were here, together, and Evan wasn’t going anywhere. Neither was Tommy, for that matter. This was it. For both of them. As they kissed, Evan moved the cloth back up Tommy’s arm and down over his chest. The motion was as slow as the kiss, enjoying being present together. After several long heartbeats, Evan broke the kiss.

“Can you lean forward for me so I can wash your back?” Evan asked, pressing gently on the back of Tommy’s shoulders.

Instead of answering, Tommy leaned forward following the pressure of Evan’s fingers. He propped his elbows on his legs and rested his chin on his hands. Closing his eyes again as the cloth wiped slowly over his back, he luxuriated in the intimacy and love. And, as the cloth moved over his lower back and curled around one hip, he marveled at the fact that, while it could have turned more passionate, it didn’t. Passion between them could be quick, a match strike lighting both of them up. But that wasn’t what either wanted now. Not what they were both basking in at the moment.

After soft nudges and gentle prods from Evan convinced him that Tommy was settled in his position, Evan moved to sit on the edge of the tub. He lifted one of Tommy’s legs and swiped the cloth over it in long, smooth motions. When he was sure every inch of Tommy’s leg was cleaned, he switched to the other leg. It got the same treatment, held carefully in Evan’s hand so that Tommy didn’t feel unsteady. After his second leg was set back in the hot water, Evan nudged his legs apart so he could settle in between them, facing Tommy. Tommy leaned back against the back of the tub, giving Evan room.

“What are you doing now?” Tommy asked, opening his eyes.

“Well, all that’s left is the front of your neck and your face,” Evan said, waving the cloth as he spoke. Soapy bubbles burbled on the cloth. “Do you want me to do it or do you want to?”

“I trust you,” Tommy said simply. He smiled when Evan inhaled sharply, his eyes wide. Then he closed his eyes and tilted his face up a little.

After a couple silent seconds, the cloth touched the base of his throat. It moved up slowly over his neck, Evan’s fingers curling around the sides of his throat. Tommy swallowed automatically, tears prickling his eyes again. They weren’t laced with grief or sadness this time. Instead it was pure awe and love. The cloth moved up over his chin, Evan’s thumb slotting into the cleft for a moment like it belonged there. It slid to one cheek, sliding up and over his cheekbone before coming back down to his chin. Then it went to his other cheek, repeating the motion. After it came back to his chin, Evan moved the cloth ever so gently over his lips and up the point of his nose. It tickled, making him chuckle a bit. Evan repeated the motion, laughing with him when Tommy chuckled again.

“Didn’t think you’d be ticklish here,” Evan commented, letting his thumb trace Tommy’s bottom lip. “Or is it just the cloth?”

“The cloth, I think,” Tommy replied, kissing the pad of Evan’s thumb. “But it’s not too bad.”

“Good. Almost done.”

The cloth moved up the bridge of Tommy’s nose. It swiped to the sides, tracing the shape of his nose, before continuing up onto his forehead. Then, in a long, slow sweeps, it moved side to side over the width of his forehead. He could hear the soap bubbles popping on his skin. Finally, the cloth curled over his ears and behind. After that, he could hear the cloth being dunked in the water and squeezed out. Then, the cloth moved over his face again, clearing away all the soap bubbles. Once his face was clean, Evan used the cloth to wipe away the soap over the rest of his body. Then, the water shifted as Evan stood up and pulled the plug to let the water drain.

“Okay, Tommy, let’s get you up,” Evan said as he stepped out of the tub. He grabbed a towel that was sitting next to the candles on the counter and held it with one hand. The other, he extended towards Tommy.

“Yeah, yeah, give me a second,” Tommy replied, one corner of his mouth tilting up in a small smirk. “My boyfriend appears to have made all my muscles turn to jelly.”

Evan laughed and shook the towel enticingly at him while wiggling his fingers. After a long breath, Tommy took Evan’s hand and heaved himself to his feet. Water cascaded down his body and he didn’t miss the way Evan’s eyes traced the droplets. He smirked again as he squeezed Evan’s hand. Then he was stepping carefully out of the tub and pressing a kiss to Evan’s lips. The towel wrapped around him even as Evan kissed him back. They kissed for a honey-sweet eternity, Evan’s hand rubbing up and down Tommy’s back. 

Tommy could have stayed in that moment forever except his damp skin caused a chill to shiver up his spine. He could feel goosebumps prickling his arms. They broke the kiss and Evan shivered himself. They shared a smile and Evan toweled them both off with sure, quick motions. Then he grabbed Tommy’s robe and wrapped him in it. He tied the belt with a look of concentration on his face, as if Tommy’s comfort in this moment was the most important thing in the world. Tommy had to cup Evan’s face in his hands and kiss him about it.

“Thank you, again, for all this,” Tommy said when he broke the kiss. Though he stayed close enough that his breath feathered over Evan’s lips. “I don’t have the words for how thankful I am, baby.”

“Of course,” Evan replied, pressing another quick kiss to Tommy’s lips. “I know what it feels like to have a bad call. I know how bad it can get. Are you feeling better?”

“Yes,” Tommy nodded. “Still sad but it’s better. It’s not overwhelming.”

He started to say something else but a yawn stretched his mouth so wide that his jaw cracked. As soon as he closed his mouth, he yawned again. The energy that dinner had given him had sustained him through the bath. Now, it was all draining away. All he wanted to do was curl up with Evan in bed and fall asleep.

Which seemed to be what Evan had in mind as well.

With another chuckle, Evan took his hand and threaded their fingers together. He led the way out to the bedroom and pulled Tommy into the bed. They settled with Evan on his back and Tommy curled into his side with his head resting over Evan’s heart. He could hear the steady beat under his cheek. It sounded strong and sure, as if it would beat until the end of the world. Evan covered them both up and tangled their legs together under the blankets. 

“Go to sleep,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to Tommy’s forehead. “I’ve got you.”

“G’night, baby,” Tommy murmured, turning his head enough to lay a kiss over Evan’s heart. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Those words followed Tommy into sleep, Evan’s arms wrapped around him and his heart beating under his cheek.

[baby-stay92]

Whiny & Clingy

Pairing: BF!Han x Fem!Reader

Summery: You had a crappy night's sleep and want your space but Han wants nothing more than to clign to you at all times.

Warnings: Angst, clingy af Han, Annoyed reader, mean words.

WD: 1.795

TagList: @miss-daisy04 @c0m3t143 @kpop---scenarios

@chanchansgirly @seochangbins-wife

@dwaekkicidal @adestayskz

You had had a horrible night filled with weird unsettling dreams and on top of that you just simply hadn’t slept enough. This crap combination made your day nothing short of insufferable so when you were woken up by soft kisses all over your face your boyfriend, Han, groaned and pushed him away, rolling over to try and go back to sleep which was not acceptable to Han.

He kept trying to cuddle with you and pepper kisses all over your face and hands but for every sign of affection he showed you, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to snapping at him. In order to combat that you got out of bed and stormed to the bathroom to shower, hoping it would wake you up and also improve your crappy mood. You barely stepped in under the water when you heard the bathroom door open and you knew that it could only be Han. “Why is he this clingy today?” you thought to yourself as you ignored him sitting on the bathroom counter by the sink, his eyes focused on you - not in a sexual or needy way. No, the way he was looking at you was a look of pure love, care and devotion. You went on with your shower, taking your time washing your hair and body, your eyes never landing on the boy watching you from across the room. Once you finally finished and stepped out of the shower, he quickly handed you a towel for your hair, which you accepted silently before wrapping it around your hair. You stood back up after wrapping your hair in a turban and he once again quickly handed you a towel, this one obviously for your body. Once again you accepted it without a word and started drying off, not looking at him. Sadly the shower had not helped your mood nor your tired state of mind, so once you had put on your robe you made your way to the kitchen, Han following you like a lost puppy desperate for some affection. You turned on the coffee maker and then moved on to toasting some toast, all while Han sat at the little dining table, his eyes forever fixed on your frame. You tried to ignore him, not because you didn’t love your boyfriend but because you were scared you’d suddenly snap at him, which he didn’t deserve. Afterall it wasn’t his fault that you’d had a shitty night and he shouldn’t pay the price for your crappy mood. Once the toast was done and buttered you poured the coffee before sitting down at the table across from him. He just sat there, not saying a word as he watched you eat your breakfast and drink your coffee. You wanted to tell him to just give you a bit of space but again you were afraid that he’d get hurt deeply. He suddenly stood up and you thought he was gonna leave the kitchen but no, instead he stood behind you, resting his head on your shoulder from where he repeatedly kissed your cheek, unknowingly testing your self control. You closed your eyes and tried to stay calm, not letting your inner rage boil out of control. Soon you gave up on eating the rest of your food and stood up, storming off to the living room, where you sat on the couch, pulling a pillow into your lap, hugging it. Han moved quickly to sit at your side, his head once again on your shoulder.

“Han….” You started but before you could go on he cut you off.

“Please don’t tell me to back off? I can’t explain it but today just feels like shit and all I want to do is be by your side at all times.” He said softly, his voice carrying notes of sadness. You sighed and decided not to say anything, ultimately just letting him be for now. After a while you decided to get up, going to your shared home office, wanting to get some work done. Just as before, Han followed you down the hall and into the office, like a shadow and once you had sat down in your chair, he quickly pulled his chair over to sit at your side. You tried to ignore him as you turned on your laptop to start working and for an hour or two, he was just sitting, quietly, in his chair but it was clear to you that he wanted more than just sitting there. Soon he reached his limit and wrapped his arms around one of your, hugging your arm, resting his cheek against your shoulder. You sighed and tried to calmly count to ten before working on as best as you could with him clinging to your arm. A few more hours passed and you pushed your chair back, to lean back and rest your eyes for a moment. You quickly opened your eyes again in shock as Han suddenly sat in your lap, arms around your neck, his round boba eyes drilling into yours. You frowned up at him and sighed, your annoyance clear to him, but he just didn’t care. He wanted, no! He needed to be close to you today for whatever reason and he just didn’t care how annoyed you got with him. You gently but firmly pushed him off your lap to stand up going back to the bedroom, trying to escape him, even if it was just for a few minutes but he just wasn’t having it. He followed you once again and laid beside you in bed, clinging to your side like a baby koala. You groaned and tried to peel him off you with no luck and that was the final straw.

“HAN?! I swear to God, if you don’t back off for just 5 minutes I will snap at you, so please! Just get off me?” You groaned, looking up at the ceiling.

“Please don’t be like that? I can’t help it…” Han whispered, his voice still sad. You tried to stay calm but nothing helped and you suddenly snapped fully.

“NO! Han, for fuck sake just listen to me! I had a shitty night's sleep and all I want is to just get this day over with, okay? And right now, all you’re doing is driving me up the freaking walls! I don’t understand why the fuck you feel this desperate need to cling to me like a chewed piece of gum at the bottom of my shoe?!” You spat loudly, forcefully pushing him off you, sitting up and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. Han didn’t argue, instead he just kneeled behind you and hugged you from behind, clearly not caring what so ever for your mean words. A part of you knew he meant well and just wanted to help and be near you but the biggest part of you just wanted to lock him up and leave him there in order to get your space. You took a deep breath before standing back up after forcing his arms off you and in a quick pace you stormed out the bedroom door, closing it behind you - or so you thought. But much to your surprise Han had been quick to place his knee in the door frame to stop you from leaving him behind. You stared at him for a moment, your eyes thundering with annoyance, before groaning loudly and walking off to the living room again. He was right behind you the entire time and once you were laying on the couch, he was quick to lay with you, his head on your chest and his arms around your waist. You wanted to pry him off you again but you also knew, deep down, that no matter how many times you managed to escape his clingy ass he’d return - like a boomerang. This circus act went on all day and at dinner he even forced himself into your lap at the table where he sat whilst eating his dinner, making it damn near impossible for you to eat yours. After dinner he turned into a human backpack, clinging to your back no matter what you did. You tried to work some more and watch some TV but it was nearly impossible with him clinging to your side. It was like he was a magnet only sticking to you and if the connection was ever lost he’d perish. You decided to call it an early night so you went to brush your teeth and pee, still with him glued to you - which was a new level of intimacy you weren’t prepared for today. You went to the bedroom and sighed as you realised how challenging it would be to get your robe off with Han koala hugging you.

“Han…. please let go so I can get this freaking bathrobe off me?” You sighed and reluctantly he let go of you. As soon as the robe hit the floor he was attached to you again, much to your frustration as it makes it challenging to crawl into bed and you couldn’t or dear life get comfy with him wrapped around you like this.

“Han…?! I’m not joking here! Let-go-off-me!” You spat but he ignored your words again and just hit his face at your neck.

“Why are you like this?! You’d almost think you’re afraid I’ll suddenly vanish into thin air or something stupid like that?! Never have I met someone this… childish and downright infuriatingly clingy?!” You snapped on, not realising how hurtful your words were. It wasn’t until you heard him sniffle you realised how mean you were being towards him. He was just feeling down in the dumps like yourself so it really wasn’t fair for you to go off on him like this. It’s not like he had made any nasty remarks about your way of coping with this troublesome day so you really had no right to come for him like this. You felt him sob against your side and you sighed deeply.

“Hannie… I’m sorry, okay? I’m not in my right mind today but that isn’t your fault. I’m sorry for snapping like that at you, can you forgive me?” You asked, your tone more calm and soft now. He looked up at you from where his head had been resting on your chest and simply nodded, his eyes filled with tears. Never had you felt this bad for the impact your words had had on this sweet and loving boy. You finally wrapped your arms around you, earning you a small smile from Han, and after placing a gentle kiss to the top of his head, you both drifted off to sleep.