#i could use some fluffy cuddles and reassurance right about now

[changetyre]

If you don’t mind and have the time, could you do a George x Alex x Reader smut? You can go on however you’d like!

We'll take care of you II Alex Albon x Reader x George Russell ⓈⒽⓌ

SUMMARY: You're overworked, tired, and stressed but you trust your favorite boys enough to take care of you and make you feel better.

WARNINGS: **18+**, innocent reader, threesome, polyamorous relationship, DP (Not proofread)

A/N: I cannot think of Alex and George being anything other than gentle loving boyfriends tbh so some fluffy smut for once : )

You held your phone to your ear as you heard it begin to ring, you tried your hardest to hold in the tears that threatened to escape your eyes as you at the entrance of your work hiding away from the rain.

You'd been the first person to arrive this morning immediately faced with an infinitely long stack of pages you had to read through and as you continued through the day several pages were added to the pile resulting in you being the last person out...for the 4th day in a row now.

You loved your job, you really did but having been hired by a high-end company wasn't as exciting as you thought it would be right about now. You were good at your job, no excellent and you knew that but apparently so did your new boss who took advantage of your wit and efficiency leaving ridiculously large workloads on your shoulders while still being paid a minimum wage.

"Hi baby, I was worried you coming home yet?" You heard your boyfriend's voice through the phone as he picked up.

"G can you please come pick me up?" You couldn't hold your tears in now finally finding comfort in his voice. "I just left work and-"

"I'm on my way." George didn't need further explanation as you heard keys rustling in the background.

"Are you away from the rain love?" You heard your other boyfriend's voice through the phone and you could hear the car starting in the background.

"Yeah...just about." You sniffled. "I'm just tired." You knew your tears probably concerned them more than necessary.

"It's okay darling, we're almost there." you heard George's voice echo so you knew they'd put you on the car's speaker.

"I miss you." You sighed, speaking honestly despite having seen your boyfriends this morning you'd craved nothing more than to be in their arms the whole day.

You looked down at the soaked cuff of your pants along with your wet heels. Your body shivered with the spray that managed to get onto your coat.

"We're right here with you love..." You heard Alex speak as you could see the car round the corner. "Always." He finished before they pulled up in front of you and you hung up.

You were about to walk to the car but both Alex and George walked out running toward you, neither of them wearing a jacket although Alex held an umbrella in his hand.

"Oh, baby." George sighed as they both approached you opening their arms for you. You happily let yourself fall into them letting out the tears of exhaustion and frustration.

"I'm so tired." You cried in their arms as Alex rubbed circles on your back and George ran his fingers through your hair.

"It's okay darling, we're here," George reassured you kissing the top of your head.

"Let us take care of you." Alex added kissing your temple.

You finally looked up, the tug on both their hearts seeing your soaked eyelashes and puffy cheeks was enough for them to decide they needed to help you feel good again the best way they knew how.

The boys led you back to the car George getting in the driver's seat and Alex getting in the backseat with you. Alex cuddled you into his body while George began taking you both home.

Your boyfriend's body heat was already enough to make you feel better, you found yourself almost dozing off to sleep but just before you did George had already pulled up to your home.

"C, mon let's get you inside darling," George said as he parked the car got out, and walked around to open the door for you.

You were ready to step out but were pleasantly surprised when George scooped you into his arms allowing you to wrap yourself around him like a little koala as he carried you inside.

You shut your eyes, you trusted the boys with your life and you wouldn't care where they took you as long as they stayed with you.

"Let's get you out of this baby." you heard Alex's voice behind you as George carefully set you down. Alex reached for the hem of your shirt pulling it over your head.

Once the shirt was lifted off you did you realize you were in your bathroom. George began unbuttoning your pants while you heard the shower start running as Alex warmed the water up for you.

"Let's get you freshened up my love." George had stripped you completely naked before walking you to the shower.

"Come here, baby." Alex was already inside, his white hair quickly dampening.

You stepped in letting Alex pull you in by your waist to his naked chest. George only let go of you momentarily but you already missed his presence.

Luckily it didn't take long for him to also undress before joining you in the shower.

Alex ran his fingers through your hair making sure it got completely soaked through, you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of your boyfriend's caresses.

Soon enough George was in front of you placing soft lingering kisses to your bare neck.

"mhm." You sighed feeling the stress melt away, as if George and Alex were sucking it out of you slowly.

"You feel better already baby?" Alex asked behind you and you felt as he began placing kisses along your shoulder.

"Yeah..." your voice was barely above a whisper but it didn't need to be any louder.

"Kiss me, darling," George whispered softly as he cupped the back of your neck, his fingers disappearing in your hair as he brought your face closer to his.

You didn't need to be asked again as you happily obliged to George's petition joining your lips to his. Your mouth opened and closed slowly along with his in a kiss filled with love and lust.

George's tongue battled with yours in a lazy and playful fight but it was still enough to make warmth pool at the bottom of your stomach.

You whined as George pulled away upset that the kiss ended but this sadness didn't last long as you were smoothly turned around, George and Alex holding you tightly to make sure you wouldn't slip on the wet floor.

"My turn my love." Alex smiled as he began kissing you. You loved the way you could feel the difference between your boyfriends kisses, although they both ended up making you feel the same.

George's kisses always took your breath away, they had you in a haze all throughout and you could feel as George silently fought for dominance by intensifying the kisses or making sure to pull noises out of you.

Alex however, his kisses were like a breath of fresh air, it literally felt like you were filling up your lungs all throughout his kisses despite the fact this was physically impossible. Alex's kisses were soft, so soft that it almost felt like he was constantly making sure you were in control, always careful not to hurt you throughout but still making sure you felt every fiber of his love through it.

Yet despite the difference they were both able to set off those butterflies in your stomach, they were able to make your hair stand up all across your body and they were able to make your blood rush right to your core.

"Fuck she's soaking-" Your breath hitched and you were forced to pull away from your make-out with Alex as George ran a finger through your slit. He repeated the process a few times with his fingers as he covered them in your wetness.

"Is she?" Alex smirked, as they spoke as if you weren't right there.

"Taste her." George brought his fingers that just went through you to Alex's lips who sucked them clean.

"Yeah...that's good." You could hear the smile in Alex's voice despite being turned away from him.

You were feeling all sorts of things watching your boyfriends talk about you this way and even more so when they proceeded to make out with you in between them. These were the moments you were humbly reminded of your short height compared to your giant boyfriends as you could literally look up and watch them kiss without you being much of a barrier between them.

"Let's take care of you, darling." George finally looked down at you as did Alex.

You felt again as Alex began placing kisses along your shoulder and George pecked your lips before kneeling. You felt as Alex took a hold of you from behind lifting you slightly so your core was level to George's face and he wasn't forced to crouch down further.

George placed his hands on your ass carrying some of your weight as he brought you forward, your back leaning on Alex's chest. You could feel George's breath on your folds and the anticipation was unbearable.

"G please." You whined.

"Shh baby I got you." George placed soft and quick kisses on the inside of your thigh inching closer and closer to your center.

"Don't tease her Georgie she's had a rough day." Alex spoke behind you.

"Yeah...you're right." George agreed but there wasn't much previous warning before he latched his mouth onto you.

His tongue quickly began to flick at your bud and then he switched to small but harsh suckles. The combination of both feelings was making you wild, you knew you wouldn't last long tonight.

"Ahh." You moaned as the pleasure increased when Alex began caressing your breast between his hands.

"Is he making you feel good my love?" Alex whispered in your ear before nipping your ear softly.

"Ye...yeah-" it was hard to focus on getting words out through the pleasure.

"Can I fuck you while he eats you out baby?" Alex asked you in a soft whisper again.

It took you a second to process his words but once you did you quickly nodded.

It was as if Alex was prepared for your confirmation as you quickly felt his dick running through your slit. You felt as if George helped lift you slightly, licking and sucking Alex's tip for a few seconds before he finally entered you.

"Ughhh." You could've almost cried with joy at the feeling that ran through your body.

George resumed sucking at your clit as Alex began setting a slow pace.

"Fuck you feel so good darling, I love you," Alex whispered.

"I...I love you." You wrapped your arm around Alex's shoulder allowing you to face him slightly as you kissed him sloppily all whilst George continued his torture on your core.

"Baby please let me fuck you too." George had stood back up again, his tongue swiping across your left nipple for a few seconds.

"Yeah." You nodded.

This wasn't the first time you'd let the boys take you at the same time. It didn't happen often because you were always forced to rest for a few hours before being able to move again but it was the last day of the week and quite frankly you didn't give a shit if you couldn't walk tomorrow right now.

George lined himself up with your entrance too, you felt Alex slow down his pace so that George was able to enter you slowly. Alex's eyes rolled back as he felt George's dick directly above his rubbing along it slowly.

"AH." You yelped at the stretch but after a few seconds, the momentary sting turned to pleasure.

"Can I move?" George asked before doing anything.

"Mhm...yeah." you linked your other hand around George's shoulder now being held up equally by your boys as they began moving.

They both trusted in and out of you almost in a rehearsed pace alternating between fucking in and out of you at a steady pace, not too quick, and definitely not too slow.

"Agh sh*t that's so good." George moaned, it's as if the pleasure was too much and he needed a distraction as he leaned forward to take your right nipple into his mouth.

"Ah ah ah...I'm gonna cum." You whimpered. "I'm gonna cum." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as both Alex and George quickened their pace inside of you.

"George you almost there?" Alex panted as he asked George.

George groaned loudly which was enough of an indication but he still answered. "Right there with you."

"Let go, darling," Alex spoke to you and even if he hadn't told you your orgasm had already washed over you making you tremble in their arms in pleasure. Your legs shook as you would've fallen forward if it weren't for the boys holding you tightly.

Past your haze, you could hear them grunting as you felt them fill you up, their cream no doubt spilling out of you with how much they stretched you out.

"Fuck-" George sighed as he came down from his high as did Alex.

As expected you were completely tired out...fucked out. The boys carefully pulled out of you knowing how sensitive you were. They both took the time to wash you.

Alex continued his caresses on your hair now with shampoo and conditioner and George washed your body softly being careful between your legs but still making sure you were cleaned between them.

"D'you feel better darling?" George asked placing a kiss on your temple as he dried your hair.

"Much better." You sighed contently as you let your boys take care of you. Like they always did.

[dipperscavern]

loved the Robb with cold reader - so can I ask for another? Like, it’s late at night, the fire’s dying, but reader is just curled up to Robb trying to savour his warmth :3 (bonus points if Grey Wind is there)

Thank you!! <3

of course! this is so cute omg, i’m glad u liked the last blurb & thank you for the ask <3

the fire crackles, dying in its hearth, and the heat it brings along with it begins to die as well. winterfells halls have always been top tier in its ability to seal in warmth, and its rooms by extension. however, for the room to keep warmth, the fire has to be strong & offer it; a lesson you’ve learned the hard way — falling asleep before lighting one, too exhausted to move, and waking up in the middle of the night freezing.

it’s late, and you & robb are on the brink of sleep. you’re curled into his side, and he’s got an arm around your shoulders, effectively tucking you into him. greywind lays at the end of the bed, diligently on guard duty, but also on standby as a fluffy pillow. you can’t really say you’re asleep, more so just savoring the moment, savoring him. the warmth he offers, the safety, the comfort; you’ll never find yourself taking it for granted.

robb isn’t asleep either, thumb lovingly stroking your arm. these moments are his favorite. he’s comfortable under the furs, and the owner of his heart is firmly pressed against him. his other half, greywind, is fast asleep at the edge of the bed. he can’t think of anything worth trading this moment for.

you lay like that for some time, both of you fighting sleep so you can stay in this moment for just a little longer. eventually, the fire dies out, and robb has a decision to make. he knows how much you hate being cold, and to keep the room from growing icicles, he’ll need to get up and re-light the fire. he also knows how much you’d hate for him to get up right now, and he hopes you’ll find it in your heart to forgive him. for your sake, he abandons the warmth of the fur blankets to save you both from frostbite.

your eyes flutter open as he begins to move, sliding the blankets off of himself (but quick to push them towards you). you groan, beginning to protest him disrupting your tranquility.

“Robb!”

“Fires dead.” he says, standing up and braving the cold. he turns to you, and you’re pouting. the sight only makes him smile, moving to caress your cheek in an attempt to soothe you until he returns to your embrace. it works about as well as he could expect it to, satisfying you for now. you sigh, draping yourself over his spot on the bed while you wait for him to finish his brave adventure.

he grabs the few small logs kept in each bedroom of winterfell in case this happens, throwing them into the hearth. he moves to light them, and steals glances at you as he works. your eyes have since shut, grasping little straws of rest. he knows you’re safe, laying in the very room he’s in — but it reassures him to actually see you. he watches as the logs catch flame, and he spends a few minutes stoking the fire to ensure it lasts.

“Robb…”

he turns his head from his place at the fire to look at you. your eyes are still closed, but you use what little energy you can spare to try and lure him back.

“Hm?”

“Don’t make me beg.”

he huffs out a breath of laughter. “Never.”

he decides then, at the hearth, that he’s going back to you — and he’s staying. fire be damned. if it goes out again, he and greywind will warm you themselves. he gives the fire one last look, satisfied, before moving to get back in bed with you. he finds himself at a roadblock as he approaches you.

in his absence, greywind has taken his spot. you’re happily cuddled with the warm direwolf, and greywind opens his eyes as robb looks at him. he makes no effort to move.

“She’s my lady, you know.”

greywind shows no signs of getting out of the way anytime soon, and robb sighs. he’s too tired for this.

“Move… ya’ big lump.” he says, scooting you and greywind to the side, giving himself room to slide in. your eyes open, seeing robb back in the bed.

“It’s been so long…” you wear a smile on your face, thinking you’re hilarious. he’d never disagree.

robb’s gaze drops to greywind. “And yet, you don’t welcome me back.”

“A temporary solution.”

robb hums, before actually moving greywind out of the way. he jumps off the bed altogether, opting to lay at the door. robb mutters a thanks to the gods as he pulls you to him, which has small giggles escaping you.

it’s there you fall asleep, intertwined with robb, sharing heat on a cold winters night. you stay like that till morning, content to never escape this little sanctuary.

[star-hoon]

VERSION OF ME — (p. sunghoon)

"CAN YOU LOVE THE VERSION OF ME, I DON'T LET ANYBODY ELSE SEE?"

— MASTERLIST

pairing: sunghoon x fem reader (oneshot)

includes/warnings (16+):  comfort/healing from dark past! au — fluff, angst, profanity, comfort, implied reader has scars, mentions of food/eating  (let me know if i missed anything!)

word count: 1.8k [not proofread]

synopsis: you and sunghoon have been dating for a few months now and he is the definition of your prince charming. but you are finally forced to uncover what you've been hiding from him, and it makes you fear you’ll lose him.

DISCLAIMER: this fic does mention/imply reader has SH scars. it is mentioned without detail and sunghoon is comforting reader about them. *as someone who used to SH, i would never ever mean to trigger anyone. so if this could potentially trigger you, do not read/please proceed with caution.*

author’s note: omg thank you to everyone who read my 'obsessed' & 'intermission' AND for over 110 followers!

i hope you're all okay with this fic idea even its a little on the darker side. but i promise its fluffy n hoon is a sweetie. this one is dedicated to all of you out there who have overcome hardships in the past or dealing with hardships right now, with physical or mental scars. you are so strong, beautiful, and loved!! <3

VERSION OF ME SOUNDTRACK

it was yet the end of another long and arduous day at work. you dragged your feet into the doorway of your apartment, hanging up your bag on the hook in the entry way and removing your shoes that you could feel were forming blisters on your heels.

sighing, you make a beeline to your bedroom. nothing sounded better than a hot shower to change into some comfy clothes. well, maybe one thing sounded better.

cuddling with your boyfriend sunghoon. and his deep voice and hearty laugh. and his silly puns and dad jokes. and him getting so excited talking about film cameras. just—him.

you had never been one to be very clingy nor dependent with your boyfriends. you just valued your own time and pursuing your own goals, but that doesn't mean you care about them any less.

that's why when you and sunghoon started dating 4 months ago, you felt something click in that regard. he fully understood your introverted ways and wouldn't be like the previous guys and complain about feeling 'neglected' or that you were too cold because he knew exactly how it felt to need alone time/your own space and he respected it.

but even still, when you are together he treats you like an absolute princess. carrying your purse for you when you go shopping, opening the car door for you, standing on the side of the sidewalk that faces the street. he also emotionally cared for you, listening to you rant about things big and small and always reassuring you the day before you have a big presentation at work. you felt so deeply cared for and understood, it made your affection for him blossom even more every day.

today was a day that both you and sunghoon had busy schedules so you weren't going to see each other. but you missed him and wanted nothing more than his comforting presence to fill your currently empty apartment.

you made your way to the bathroom, removing your uncomfortable work clothes. as you stood there uncovered you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. you stared down at your arms, the dark marks that littered your skin. you knew you couldn't hide this from him forever.

before you could let any more negative thoughts consume you, you hopped into the shower hoping the hot water can wash away your stress and worries.

after your shower that probably lasted a little too long in some water that was probably a little too hot, you heard a knock at your front door. you peeked to the corner of your phone amidst the tik tok scrolling 10:38 pm.

considering how late it was you were suspicious so you tiptoed to the front door, glancing through the peep hole. it was sunghoon. even though you should feel giddy and excited at the sight of your boyfriend, a twinge of panic arose. you were just wearing a tshirt so your arms were fully exposed, not expecting company. you ran and grabbed the first hoodie you could find. it happened to be one of his.

you opened the front door and there sunghoon stood as handsome as ever, with a bouquet of flowers and a takeout bag. you pouted at the sight in front of you—you were the luckiest girl alive. this was exactly what you needed after a day like today.

"hi hoonie" you softly greeted him, gently hugging him and he leaned down to give you a peck on the cheek. "...what's all this?"

he spoke as he took off his shoes and made his way into the kitchen. "sorry for dropping by so suddenly, i knew weren't planning on seeing each other today but i knew you had a long day and you were gonna be home late so i thought you would want some food. it's your favorite from the restaurant downtown." you nearly started crying, how could be so sweet?

"don't be sorry. thank you, you are seriously the best hoon i missed you a lot today."

"i missed you too. just sit and relax baby, i'll plate everything up for you" sunghoon always insisted on plating food even if it was takeout. he believed it made it taste better, the notion always made you laugh.

despite offering to split the meal with him, he insisted he didn't want any saying he ate dinner earlier. but as you two sat at the dining table chatting about your day, you fed him forkful after forkful anyways.

after finishing the meal you convinced sunghoon to let you wash the dishes. he eventually complied, standing next to you at the sink drying the 3 total dishes you had to wash.

no matter how small the gesture sunghoon was willing to do anything and everything to make it easier for you. you were convinced he came straight out of a fairytale—but your fantasy was going to come crashing down.

"y/n...why do you never roll up your sleeves when you wash the dishes? they're gonna get all wet!" his tone playful.

"i-its fine hoon, these are just a few dishes anyways" you try force a small laugh as a chill runs down your spine.

"come on sweetheart lemme roll 'em up for you..."

"i said it fine-"

his hand reaches towards your sleeves, pulling them up your arm slightly. you reflexively move away from him, your mind went into overdrive.

"SUNGHOON STOP! I SAID IT'S FINE!" your arm harshly shoved his body away from yours, the glass you were holding flying out of your hand. the sound of the glass shattering on the kitchen floor seemed to echo in the room.

silence fell between you two. your eyes wide and brimming with tears, your chest heaving from your heavy breathing. all you could was cup your hands over your mouth, your eyes looking at the broken glass a few feet away from you and then to your boyfriend. his expression made you sick. he has never looked at you this way. you couldn't tell if he was scared, angry, sad. it didn't matter.

"hoon i-i'm so so sorry, i didn't mean to push you. fu-fuck the glass i'm sorry i'll clean it up" large streams of tears flowed down your cheeks and you managed to get the sentence out in between sobs.

you felt yourself spiraling. you dropped to your knees and crawled towards the broken glass. the sight of the the pieces blurry from your tears and you picked up the pieces with your hands and putting the shards in your palm.

sunghoon was more confused than angry at you, it all happened so fast he barely had time to react. but seeing you pick up the shards of glass with your bare hands snapped him back to reality. he dropped down in front of you on the floor.

"baby stop! what're you doing?! you'll hurt yourself" his voiced laced with concern. he put a hand on your arm and cupped the side of your face with his other hand, wiping the tears away with him thumbs.

you couldn't stop the tears from escaping you. you couldn't believe what you just did. sunghoon was just trying to do a sweet, innocent gesture for you and in the end you hurt him. you didn't deserve him. you knew you couldn't hide it from him forever but you didn't think it would all end like this.

he leaned his forehead to yours, searching to meet your eyes. you just couldn't look at him.

"please y/n, what's going on?" his eyes wide and he pleaded for an answer. catching your breath after what felt like countless sobs, you gently placed the shards back on the floor.

"i need to tell you something hoon."

you followed sunghoon's order to meet in your room as he swept up the broken glass. you sat on your bed as you prepared how you were going to explain all of this.

you didn't want to lose him. he was the best thing that has ever happened to you. all you could imagine was his mortified or disgusted face when he sees your arms. the thought made all your tears resurface. sunghoon sat down next to you on your bed.

"i'm sorry for pushing you hoon. i shouldn't have done that." you took a deep breath before continuing.

"i-i've been hiding something from you since we met. i knew i couldn't h-hide it forever, but i never knew how or when to tell you." you didn't know what else to say to explain. you silently pulled up the sleeves of his hoodie you were wearing.

your arms illuminated by the lamp on your bedside table. silent tears ran down your face as you exposed yourself to him. you have never felt so vulnerable, bare, and scared in your entire life.

"sunghoon i-" before you could say anything else, he pulled you into a silent embrace. one hand pushing your waist to be flush against him, and the other to the nape of your neck.

you eventually muster up the courage to pull away to look up at him. silent tears flowed down sunghoon's cheeks. your eyes widened, sunghoon never cried. your lip quivered at the sight. it was your turn to wipe the tears from his cheek as he did for you earlier.

"um i don't really know what else to say but this explains why i've always covered up my arms around you, why i never was intimate with you...even though i really really wanted to..." you let out a chuckle through your cries trying to lighten the mood.

"...i-i'm sorry i'm such a mess. i know you probably didn't want this going into the relationship. i just- i'm so sorry hoon... i get it if this too much for you."

"you don't have anything to be sorry for y/n..." he grabbed your hand to lace it together with his.

"...this is definitely not an easy thing to share. it just breaks my heart to see someone so kind, smart, and beautiful could do this to herself" he kissed your lips, one of his salty tears landed on your lips.

he used your currently intertwined hands to lift up your arms, placing gentle yet tender kisses to each mark on your arms, your breath hitching at his every touch. this was the first time anyone has been so close, seen you at the most vulnerable. and yet he is treating you like you are made of porcelain.

"this isn't too much y/n. i still think you are the most beautiful person i've ever met—inside and out. this is just a reminder or how strong you are and you overcame whatever you faced in the past. i hope one day you can open up and confide in me because i'm here for you baby. through the good and the bad, especially the bad. because i love you."

your heart melted at his comforting and sincere words, now shedding tears of joy.

"i-i love you too hoon, thank you"

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ramblings: this made me so soft and healed my past self 🥺 would you guys like to see more full fics/series or oneshots like this?

thank you so much for reading, please let me know what you think <3

reblogs, likes, & comments are always appreciated!!

[chaoticbardlady99]

hi hi! I was wondering if you could write some halsin x male reader headcanons about them cuddling or just some physical touch of the fluff kind pls! Have an amazing day/night! And thank you for being open to taking requests

(Brief mentions of NSFW content, but mostly fluff)

I hope I didn't disappoint you! I wasn't sure how to emphasize the male part so I added a little mention at the beginning. I tried my best to fluff it up!

 Fluffy (like GRIZZLY BEAR level fluffy) Halsin Headcanons with a male partner:

When Halsin propositioned you, you told him you have never been with another male (let alone another person) because you never met anyone you clicked with.

You tell him you worry you’ll disappoint him. Halsin scoffs at this idea- you? Disappoint him? Perish the thought. He tells you that he can go slow with you, letting you explore the relationship at your own pace, but encourages you not to discount how incredible you are.

Once you become comfortable in your relationship, Halsin can’t keep his hands off you (Astarion often yells at the two of you to get a room).

He is constantly wanting you near him, on top of him, holding his hand- whatever he can get. He aches for you when you are away and wonders what you are doing when you are gone.

Halsin finds it fascinating that you are originally from the city and not familiar with the outdoors. At first he was shocked and asked what you did to pass time in your boyhood. Your response? Surviving.

After your conversation, Halsin is determined to show you every beautiful thing you have missed out through the years because there was no one to protect you. You have him now, there is nothing to be afraid of.

While you are gone with your other companions (ya know, saving the world and shit), he explores the area around your camp- in search of natural phenomenons to introduce you to on your mutual days off.

Some locations he scouts out for…. Sexual purposes. Waterfalls, for example, are a great way to hide your moans of pleasure. Halsin loves to worship your body. He takes his time and he knows you are embarrassed about the volume of your moans, so he finds a way to make it less uncomfortable for you and just as fun.

Oh, you also always have an assortment of wildflowers outside of your tent when you come back from your adventures. He enjoys the blush on your cheeks and watching you enjoy the scents each flower has.

When you finally have free time, he allows you to sleep in. He brings you breakfast and sometimes he finds berries, fruits, or honey for you since you’ve never had them fresh before. He enjoys your reaction when the sweetness hits your tongue. He is so happy he gets to share his world with you and introduce you to new things.

During your hikes to Halsin’s mystery locations (a romantic never reveals their plans), he holds your hand or he carries you on his back if you had a particularly rough day the day before. He enjoys the way you feel against his back; how you hum happily into the nape of his neck and his hair.

If you point out a plant, animal, or rock- Halsin is ready to educate you about it and answer all of your questions.

Sometimes he takes you out to see the stars and he stays right next you, hand in your hand, because he knows you are afraid of the forest in the dark. You are used to city lights.

He holds your back against his chest while you sit in his lap looking up at the sky.

You are an average sized man, but compared to Halsin? You might as well be considered a halfling, but you don’t mind. He often rests his head on your shoulders or leaves soft kisses in the crook of your neck.

When he feels you tense from a noise in the forest, he provides you with reassurance- he will let no harm come to you, you don’t have to survive alone anymore.

Whenever he is on watch, you sleep outside next to him in your bedroll with your head next to his crossed legs. He enjoys stroking your hair and singing old druidic lullabies to you until your breathing is even and you are fast asleep.

His most favorite thing to do though? Kiss you. He loves softly kissing your lips- whether it be sexually or not. Your lips feel like velvet against his as he gently holds your face between his hands. 

When it’s all said and done, you and Halsin continue to explore nature. He takes you to other druid groves, you swim together in crystal clear lakes, and you sleep tangled together under the stars every night.

Oh and you just know Halsin has some next level kush that you smoke together, entangled while giggling, and coming up with your next fantastic adventure.

[salty-croissants]

Could you write headcanons fluffy/romantic of rayman or Ramon please and thank you

Thank you so much for the request , it’s actually my first one :D

Hope this turned out well ! 

I ended up splitting up the headcanons given how different both personalities are , hope that’s okay ! 

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

established relationships ; 

some swear words are present in Ramon’s part , but other than that no warnings are needed

Rayman 🧡

Given the fact that Rayman has felt incredibly lonely pretty much his whole life , as soon as you showed him genuine kindness and interest in him without focusing on his fame he immediately took a liking to you : 

despite his seemingly very smooth demeanor , he was actually very nervous about confessing his eventual feelings for you , terrified of being rejected yet again … 

But that wasn’t the case , and let me tell you , Rayman will forever treasure the moment you told him those 4 words he was so afraid of never hearing from anyone in his life . 

He wants to know everything you like , and by everything I mean absolutely everything : 

Rayman loves to listen to you gushing about your passions and hobbies , and if you ever need something specific you will find it on your desk with an almost unnatural quickness …

< Wh - are those the acrylics I mentioned just a few minutes ago ? > 

< They sure are ! I also made sure to get you all the colors I could get my hands on , now you’ll have no trouble finishing your piece . > 

 < Ray , thank you so much ! You shouldn’t have … > 

< Anything for you , honey ~ > 

Whenever the two of you go out on a date , Rayman definitely doesn’t waste the opportunity to bring you to the most amazing ( and low key expensive ) places in the city , and this especially happened during your first dates : he really , really wanted to leave a good impression on you , though if you tell him that you’d rather spend time with him in a more quiet place he definitely won’t be unhappy to hang out either at his lounge or at your place … 

He wants you to be comfortable with him at all times .

I like to think that Rayman loves to receive kisses on his nose : whenever you walk by him and surprise him with one , this man will positively melt … 

You will definitely earn a cuddling session for when he’s done with his shows . 

He loves to hold your hand whenever you go outside , also as a way to show everyone around that this lovely person is with him , JUST him .

Some might see this as a bit excessive , but regardless of how long you two have been together Rayman is deep down still worried that he might not be good enough and that you might leave him someday , so if you reassure him on this you will definitely make him happy …

< You know I won’t ever leave you , right Ray ? You’re the only one for me , this won’t ever change . > 

< Heh … I know y/n … thank you . > 

Ramon 🖤

Now that he knows that he’s been used by Eden all these years , Ramon’s once cheerful demeanor has definitely changed a lot … but his love for you didn’t : 

the fact that you’re choosing to stay by his side despite the dangers that you two might have to face just makes his adoration for you grow even more , and he wants to make sure that no one will dare to hurt his sweetheart .

He might need to be comforted more often … 

Ramon feels horrible about letting all those terrible things Eden did just slip by him , so when the guilt becomes too much he just walks over to you and buries his face in your chest , your genuinely loving words and the sound of your heartbeat giving him a peace that nothing else is able to make him feel .

< You couldn’t have known , love … if Eden tricked you , it’s not something you can blame yourself for . We’ll figure this out , I promise . > 

< … thank you y/n … I … really needed this . > 

< Don’t mention it , Ram . >

If you’re feeling cold , no matter how many degrees it is outside and how much you protest , Ramon will cover you up with his coat .

< Stop it ! It’s freezing out here , you can’t just - > 

< I can … and I will . > 

< Uh , I don’t think so ! 

Here , give me a second … 

There , we can just share it , no reason for you to be cold . > 

< I … 

Pfft … I love you so much y/n . > 

< I love you too , Ram ~ > 

If you ever do get actually hurt by someone ? 

Ohh boy , whoever did it is in trouble … 

Ramon is going to track them down no matter how long it takes , and you better believe he’ll blow so many holes in them that not even their corpse will be remotely recognizable .

< N-no ! PLEASE HAVE MERCY !!! > 

< Heh … should’ve thought about that before putting your hands on y/n , you FUCKING BASTARD ! > 

After he’s done with making the person resign from life , Ramon is going to immediately come back to you to stay by your side if you’ve been badly wounded , constantly apologizing for not being able to keep you safe and also telling you to never ever do something that dangerous again . 

Ramon loves you so much , he just doesn’t know what he’d do with himself if you were gone …

Ramon has grown to become even more physically affectionate than before , and whenever the two of you have are alone for a moment he will just hold you in his arms , giving you loving kisses while whispering sweet nothings in your ear , his deep voice rarely failing to make you blush …

< y/n , you’re so beautiful … I never want to lose you , you’re the one thing keeping me sane in this goddamn hellhole … you’re my everything … > 

He keeps this to himself , but the reason Ramon does this is also because he isn’t even sure if the two of you are going to survive your mission of getting rid of all the oppressors of hybrids in the city .

He wants his moments with you to be engraved in his memory , because if everything were to fall apart the next day he would at least remember his beloved before the end …

You’re his very own ray of hope , after all . 

[littledollll]

Hii can i request r experiencing a subdrop and the next time larrisa and r has a rough scene, r stays in subspace during aftercare like calling Larissa mistress/ma'am still and being all spacey and Larissa gently non-sexually doms her idrk how to explain it but yeah personally it helps me prevent subdrops because Im eased out of my subspace haha

Anyway I feel like Larissa would be so soft and sweet about it like if r didn't want to sleep, Larissa would whisper reassurances like r is her good girl and r is so pretty for her and so on

HHHHHHH I'd kill for the fluffiness

Beautiful one

Larissa weems x reader

A/n: Idk if this is any good but I tried, I’m open to criticism and I’m always down for doing re-writes

Warnings: brief description of a tiny bit of subdrop but nothing else, comfort comfort comfort, non-sexual D/S, after care, fluff

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Your cries are something Larissa has grown quite used to, the tears escaping your eyes when you lost yourself in pleasure. Whines and mindless babbles when your mind felt so fuzzy you could barely get a word out.

But not this, never like this. How you’d cling to her yet flinch at any slight movement, the chills that she could feel in her hold, the sobs that racked through your body that seemed never ending.

That was the very first and last time you experienced such a difficult subdrop with Larissa, she swore it would never happen again.

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“Breathe my love, breathe.” Her words would’ve went unheard from the tone of her voice had she not been right next to you. You obeyed, of course.

Larissa hummed in approval watching your breathing calm. “Good darling, you’re being so good.” Your spacey mind had you giddy at the praise and you held your arms out reaching for her.

“Two seconds my darling.” You knew it was clean up time just like after every scene, though it never stopped you from whining and pouting at her. “Be good.”

Just as promised Larissa was gone and back in two seconds, she was gentle cleaning you up, using various wash cloths for different areas, she laid kisses over your clean skin after she was done and you hummed, letting your eyes slip shut.

“Alright beautiful, drink up.” She handed you a cup of water, and went off to throw the cloths in the wash.

Routine. You knew every step that went after the other, there was never a moment where you stressed about it since the very first time she guided you through it. She would litter kisses across your skin, telling what she was going to do, and what you needed to do. Which was mostly consisted on doing nothing other than just laying pretty and being patient.

She happily complied to your earlier silent request when she came back, arms coming to wrap around and you hid your face in her shoulder with a giggle. “How do you feel my darling?”

Her soft hands trailing your skin, drawing patterns and some times tracings words you could barely make out. You hummed, nuzzling into her neck. “Words, my love.” She reminded you with a light squeeze.

“m sorry ma’am. I feel really good, tired too..” she could tell, clearly. Placing a sweet kiss on your cheek she laid back with you on top of her and you immediately cuddled up to her side.

“I think you should get some sleep then, my love.” You whined yet again. Her hand came up to play with your hair, successfully getting you to quiet down and close your eyes.

Larissa smiled at that, how easy just a little bit of extra comfort swayed you. You heard her soft voice yet again, “Come on pretty one, you’re exhausted, I’m right here if you need me. get some well deserved rest, my good girl.”

Now why would you ever disobey Larissa, specially when it came to such an easy task.

[esmedelacroix]

Coffee Shop Love Pt.5

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader

summary: He's as stern and cold as the snow falling from the sky blanketing the bustling streets of Nueva York, Miguel O'Hara stumbles upon a hidden gem of a coffee shop just around the corner from Alchemax. Only problem is the annoying-as-shit smiley-ass barista.

contents: slow burn, no use of y/n, fluffy, not proofread

author's note: Hi lovies, exams are done! I'm starting vacation soon so I'll be writing a lot more. Hope you like this chapter I had fun writing it. Let me know what you think, and comment to be added to the taglist for this series, enjoy...

word count: 1.4k

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt. 5, Pt.6, Pt.7, Sequel: Sweet Tooth

Your eyes fluttered open as bright morning lights glared through your curtains. There was something strange about this morning, but it was a good kind of strange. You felt a strange warmth, it wasn’t your blanket or heater, it was—Miguel?! Memories of last night resurfaced in your brain and you felt your cheek and ears flush, and Oh my god, Miguel is cuddling me right now, you thought to yourself as you looked down and saw his huge arms wrapped around you. He was holding your hands delicately, sharing his warmth with you. You could feel his soft breaths fanning your forehead, slow and tranquil, in and out. You fit perfectly against him, like the last puzzle piece of a Ravensburger jigsaw puzzle.

Despite your tangled legs, having Miguel this close was perfect. He began to stir in his sleep and soon woke up himself. He immediately pulled away from you frantically. “Sorry, I just, you were cold and I-“ he started. The familiar chill encapsulated your body the second Miguel let you go leaving you a bit disappointed. “It’s fine, I don’t mind at all," you reassured, placing a hand on his forearm.

"It was nice," you muttered looking away hoping he didn't hear you. Your sudden soft shyness sent butterflies to his chest. Your bedhead made your change in demeanor even cuter. Not to mention those reindeer onesies you were wearing. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" you questioned feeling his laser glaze burning through your figure.

"No, it's nothing," he said as he dragged himself out of your bed.

You followed, and put some coffee on in the kitchen. Miguel freshened up and sat on the couch with his laptop in hand and glasses on his nose. Although the storm was still happening his job kept him busy. You heard him typing away and finished making him a hot black coffee. Making him coffee as he worked reminded you of being in the shop late at night.

Miguel honed in on his work, you, taking your time cleaning up the shop before closing so that Miguel could have more time to work. The little peeks you took at him while he worked. As you watched him you learned many things about him. You noticed that he chews on his pens when he seems stuck or stressed. He runs his hand through his hair when he is tired, and he enjoys the Frank Sinatra songs that you play. He thought you didn't hear him singing Girl From Ipanema in the shower. His voice was amazing; it was deep, rich, and flowed like honey.

Miguel could smell the coffee you were brewing for him from the couch. The scent was strong, he could tell you were using different beans than you use in the shop. Miguel couldn't deny that he felt the same deja vu. He felt like he was back in your shop doing his "work". Half of the time he was sitting there on his laptop, he was typing gibberish into the Google search bar. When he wasn't doing work, he was looking at you. Watching, memorizing, because every movement you made beguiled him.

He took notice of the subtle sway of your hips to the music, the gentle tilt of your head matching the slow melodies. Your movements seemed to encapsulate a suppressed passion and excitement. Unbeknownst to you, Miguel watched as you slipped into the kitchen, believing you were unobserved, dancing exuberantly to the music just because you could.

Miguel never overlooked those instances when you sang along or hummed certain parts of the songs; each detail etched into his awareness.

So as you stood before him waiting for some kind of reaction to the coffee that you had made, he was fully aware of your anxiousness. He took a slow sip, swallowed, and then looked up at you. You fiddled with your fingers awaiting his reaction. But nothing. He just sat there and drank, showing absolutely no reaction. "So, what do you think?" you squeaked trying to get anything out of him. You watched him duck his head down suppressing laughter.

"You stinker! You're making fun of me!" you laughed, placing your hands on your hips.

"Sorry I just can't help myself, your reactions are so cute," he chuckled putting his reading glasses at the top of his head.

"Seriously though, do you like your coffee?" you asked softly.

"No, I love it, Baby," this might be the best coffee I have ever had," he revealed.

"Oh, wait till you discover cream and sugar," you quipped sarcastically. To which he gave you a playful eye roll.

The day went by very quickly. The shop was closed due to the blizzard so you worked on the holiday decorations for the store. With Miguel upstairs on business Zoom calls. His coworkers saw the festivity and warmness of your home in the background and immediately drilled him with questions. Asking if he was at his girlfriend's house, and revealing that Miguel has no love life.

You walked back up to your apartment after all of the work was done in the shop. You came back to Miguel surprisingly watching a Christmas movie. "Hey wanna come join?" he asked motioning for you to come over.

"What a pleasant surprise, you? Watching holiday films? Hell has officially frozen over," you teased as you plopped down next to him.

"Oh, stop it," he rebutted as wrapped an arm around you pulling you into his side. To say you were taken aback by this sudden gesture was an understatement. You looked up at him with a puzzled face hoping your flustered expression wasn't too visible. He looked down at you with a small smirk. You felt a million jingle bells go off in your stomach at that very moment.

You snuggled against him enjoying the film he put on, and the warmth he radiated. Without realizing it, you had both fallen asleep on the couch together. You were both softly snoring, your head resting on his chest. Your arms wrapped around him like he was a giant teddy bear. Amid your rest, both of your phones began to buzz uncontrollably. Miguel woke up and shook you awake. "The storms are over," he said softly. You groaned, too comfortable to get up.

"C'mon Baby, I have to get up," he chuckled.

The two of you finally got up. Miguel got his things together and you both headed down into the shop. You were going to see him out of the shop when you forgot that you prepared a special something for him while he was working.

As he began to walk out the door, you heard the bells jangle and called out to him, "Wait!"

You caught up with him outside and you handed him a brown paper bag that had gingerbread man cookies decorated to look like him. "I made these for you," you huffed shivering a bit as the frigid air hit your face.

"Thank you, Baby, now get inside, and get warm, you're shivering," he said, ushering you to get your freezing butt in your warm shop.

You waved goodbye to Miguel and watched him get into his car before opening up the shop. The day went by well. Loads of customers came in excited to try out the new holiday menu you made. The grumpy(Miguel-themed) gingerbread man cookies were a hit.

As the customers all left and the clock hit 9:30 pm you wondered where Miguel was. He was usually there by this time. But there was no sign of him at all. It was unusual but you decided to shake it off and lock up since he obviously wasn't coming that night.

You were more disappointed than you would've imagined you'd be. I guess I've gotten too used to his company, it's like routine now, you thought to yourself. You slept that night hoping to see Miguel the next morning.

Next Pt.6...

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Hey bestieeee I would like to request a super fluffy Tyler x Reader where Tyler is sick and the reader is taking care of him!! With cuddling pleaseeee I want to hold that man

Sick - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1441

A/N: HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!

It had been a rough morning for Tyler. I could tell from the moment he woke up that something was off. His usually bright, energetic personality had been replaced by a sluggish, congested mess. He tried to brush it off, insisting it was just a “little cold,” but I knew better. The way he sniffled every few minutes, the redness creeping across his nose, and the way he winced with every swallow told me this was more than that. I stood in the kitchen, stirring a pot of chicken soup, occasionally glancing over at him sprawled out on the couch. Tyler had wrapped himself in a ridiculous amount of blankets, his head barely visible underneath the pile. He looked absolutely pitiful, and honestly, it was a little adorable. Normally, he was the strong one, always looking out for everyone else. But now, he was the one who needed taking care of.

“Y/N?” Tyler called out weakly from his blanket cocoon. His voice was rough, scratchy, barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, babe?” I responded, pouring the soup into a bowl and grabbing a glass of water. I made my way to the living room, where he lay looking like a sad burrito. “What do you need?”

“I feel awful,” he mumbled, his eyes peeking out from beneath the blanket. His face was flushed, his hair a wild mess of dark curls sticking out in every direction. He was always a little disheveled, but today was on a whole new level.

“I know, sweetheart.” I set the bowl of soup on the coffee table and knelt beside him, brushing a few damp strands of hair off his forehead. His skin was burning up. “You’ve definitely got a fever. Let me get you some medicine.”

He made a face, wrinkling his nose like a kid who didn’t want to take his medicine. “It’s fine, I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about it.”

I raised an eyebrow, giving him a look. “Tyler, you’re sick. You need to take something for the fever.”

He sighed, clearly not in the mood to argue, and nodded reluctantly. I kissed his warm forehead before heading to the kitchen cabinet, grabbing the cold medicine and pouring out a dose.

“Here,” I said, handing him the little cup of liquid. He took it with a groan and downed it in one quick swallow, grimacing like it was the worst thing in the world.

“That stuff is disgusting,” he muttered, rubbing his throat.

I couldn’t help but laugh softly. “I know, but it’ll help. Now, come on, try to eat a little soup. You need something in your system.”

He sighed again but sat up slowly, pushing the blankets aside with a heavy groan. I quickly fluffed the pillows behind him and grabbed the soup from the table. “Here, let me help.”

Tyler took the bowl from my hands, lifting the spoon to his lips with a shaky hand. He managed a few small sips before setting the bowl back down with a tired sigh. I could tell he didn’t have much of an appetite.

“That’s okay,” I reassured him, taking the bowl away. “You don’t have to eat it all right now. Just get some rest.”

He leaned back into the pillows, his eyes already drooping as his body relaxed. “I hate being sick,” he muttered. “I feel useless.”

“Hey, you’re not useless,” I said firmly, sitting beside him and placing a gentle hand on his arm. “You’re allowed to feel sick, Tyler. Everyone gets sick, even you.”

He gave me a small, tired smile, though I could see the frustration in his eyes. He wasn’t used to being the one who needed help. He was always the strong one, the caretaker, and it clearly bothered him to be on the other side of things.

“Can you stay with me?” he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. He sounded so small, so vulnerable, and it tugged at my heart in a way I hadn’t expected.

“Of course,” I said softly, moving to sit on the couch beside him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Tyler shifted slightly, making room for me to curl up next to him. He immediately nestled into me, his head resting on my chest as I wrapped my arms around him. His body was warm—too warm, thanks to the fever—but I didn’t mind. I just wanted him to feel safe, comforted.

“Better?” I asked, running my fingers through his hair, feeling the soft curls slip through my fingers.

He hummed in response, his face pressed against my chest. “You’re the best medicine.”

I smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I try.”

Tyler let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing further into mine as his breathing evened out. I could feel the tension in his muscles start to melt away, his weight settling against me more as he drifted closer to sleep. I stayed still, holding him, not wanting to disturb him. The room was quiet except for the sound of his soft breathing and the occasional sniffle.

As he slept, I ran my fingers gently through his hair, my other hand resting on his back, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. My mind wandered to how rare it was to see him like this—so vulnerable, so dependent on someone else. Usually, he was the one looking out for me, making sure I was okay. It felt good to be the one taking care of him for a change.

Time passed slowly, the soft afternoon light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I could feel Tyler’s fever slowly starting to break, his skin cooling slightly under my touch. Every now and then, he would shift in his sleep, his arms tightening around me as if to make sure I was still there. Each time he stirred, I held him a little closer, letting him know I wasn’t going anywhere.

After what felt like hours, Tyler stirred again, his eyes fluttering open. He looked up at me, his expression groggy and confused, as if he wasn’t quite sure where he was.

“Hey,” I whispered, brushing a hand through his hair. “How’re you feeling?”

He blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes. “A little better, I think,” he murmured, his voice still raspy. He coughed softly, wincing as he did. “How long was I out?”

“A couple of hours,” I said, glancing at the clock. “You needed the rest.”

He sighed, shifting to sit up a little more, though his movements were slow and deliberate, like he was still half-asleep. “I hate being sick. I feel like I’m just... wasting time.”

I shook my head, smiling at him. “Tyler, you’re not wasting time. You’re getting better. That’s the most important thing right now.”

He looked at me for a long moment, his eyes soft and full of gratitude. “I don’t deserve you,” he said quietly, reaching for my hand and squeezing it gently.

I felt my heart swell at his words, but I shook my head. “You deserve everything, Ty. I’m just doing what you’d do for me.”

He smiled weakly, his thumb brushing over the back of my hand. “Still... thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “I love taking care of you.”

Tyler rested his head back on my chest, sighing contentedly as I held him close. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice soft and sleepy.

“I love you too,” I whispered back, my heart swelling with warmth.

For a while, we sat in comfortable silence, Tyler resting against me as I gently stroked his hair. His breathing slowly evened out again, his body relaxing as sleep started to claim him once more. I could feel the fever continuing to fade, his body no longer burning up against mine.

I stayed with him, holding him close, watching as the evening light outside turned into a soft golden glow. The room was quiet, peaceful, and for the first time all day, Tyler looked at ease.

As he drifted off, his breathing steady and calm, I found myself thinking about how much I cherished moments like this. It wasn’t about the grand gestures or the fancy dates—it was about these quiet, intimate moments, where we could just be together, taking care of each other. That was what love was, I realized. It was about being there for each other, no matter what.

And as I lay there, holding the love of my life in my arms, I knew I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.

//

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[iamawolfstarsimp]

Sup bitches im back

currently snowing where I am so thought I'd make a cute lil cozy fluffy fix for ya'll (plus, who doesn't like those)

Hope you all are well, I recently got sick and finally am rid of whatever sort of illness it was. but I'm just gonna get into the swing of things again now that I'm better so what better way to do that than write a fic for ya'll

but anyway, enjoy!

Sirius didn't know what this feeling was. A sort of misplacement.

It happened every few weeks or months, where Sirius would wake up and not feel right in his bones. As if his soul was uncomfortable in his body.

It wasn't like the regular winter or autumnal melancholy, but a deeper feeling than that. It weighed him down for however long it stuck around, dragging within him like some sort of ball and chain.

You could usually tell when it happened, the symptoms were pretty obvious. He was less energetic and wasn't in on any pranks or mischief making, he ate less and dressed more proper instead of his usual mushed up look, and either avoid the others like the plague or follow them around like a helpless puppy.

He rarely ever talked to anyone about it (as far as Remus knew) except for James. He would wordlessly crawl into James' bed when he felt the need to and they would talk (so he presumed, they always put up a silencing spell. He used to wish he could know what they talked about behind those curtains, to be included in their mystery conversatios. It hurt sometimes how Sirius would hide away all of the things he found ugly about himself and only show them to people he truly trusted. Of course, those memories were years ago, before they had even started dating so now he got to see plenty of Sirius' parts. Both the good and bad.)

On days or nights he felt that sense of longing or depression, he would crawl into Remus' bed and they'd talk or not talk. Whatever Sirius needed at the time.

This time was one where he wanted to talk. It was morning before classes and the others had already left. Remus was never a morning person so he stayed and slept in, snoozing his alarm every few minutes.

Sirius walked over and opened his curtains timidly. Remus turned and looked before smiling.

"Can I come in?" Sirius murmured. Remus nodded and rolled over to open the blankets for Sirius to crawl into which he did gladly.

"You wanna talk or jus' 'ere for a cuddle?" Remus slurred, blinking awake.

"Both?" Sirkha shrugged. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius' shoulders, ducking his face into his shoulder to hug him. They stayed like that before Remus pulled back.

"M'kay, what's up?" Remus asked, resting his head on his pillow but remaining eye contact.

"I don't really know, I just-" Sirius sighed, looking away. "How do you feel upset about something that you don't feel upset about?"

"Like, I feel sad about my body right now but my head knows I'm hot and I have no reason to dislike myself but I do." Sirius explained, looking up at him.

Remus paused, letting the air settle. "Feelings and emotions can be confusing. Sometimes you can't control or rationalize them. They can be wildly incorrect but you still feel them not matter how you much you try to rid of them." Sirius looked away again. "And that's okay." Remus turned his face so that he'd look him in the eye. "Sometimes the best thing you can do is just feel, even if that's all you can do."

"No one's gonna judge you for being human and not loving yourself all the time." Remus smiled.

Sirius gave a small smile back. "What's bothering you this time?" Remus asked.

"Just my scars," Sirius replied, tracing up and down Remus' arm as he spoke. "Memories of how I get them, the pain I experienced as I got them, the house." Sirius shuddered slightly, shaking his head. "God, the house."

"I understand." Sirius knew he did but felt glad to be reassured. "My scars get to me too."

"Yeah, but, your scars are badass!" Sirius said immediately. Remus eyerolled but he was smiling. "Yours are like battle scars, they make you even hotter. Mine are just evidence of where I came from."

"If anything your scars are "battle scars", with all the fighting you and your mother had." That got a chuckle out of Sirius. "Mine are self-induced and you know that." Remus aimed a poke for Sirius' middle. Sirius swatted away his hand.

"Don't be mean."

"Don't be such a grouch." Remus snarked back, poking him again.

"Don't tickle me." Sirius grabbed his hands, or tried to.

"Oh, sorry, was I tickling you?" Sirius grinned and rolled over, hiding his face.

"You know you were, you meanie!" He said into the pillow.

"Can't help it, you're too fun to mess with." Remus leaned in and spoke in Sirius' ear, hands moving to wiggle against his sides.

"Rehemus!" Sirius shouted, arms slamming down to protect his sides.

Remus only grinned and continued. Sirius flipped over to properly defend himself but only succeeded in revealing more spots for Remus to "torture".

"No, wait, don't!" He laughed as Remus pinched along the bottom of his stomach. He threw his head back and cackled, hands weakly hitting Remus in the arms and shoulders.

"Hm? Don't what Padfoot? Honestly you're making no sense right now." Remus tutted, kissing the corner of Sirius' outstretched mouth.

"Tickle me! Don't tihihickle me!" Sirius giggled, yelling when Remus slipped his hands underneath his loose sleep shirt.

"Tickle you? Well if you insist." Remus shook his head and drilled his fingers into the bottom of Sirius' ribs, kissing different places his mouth could find. Sirius was lost in his own mirth, back arching, squeaking all the while squirming like mad.

Remus backed off and just trailed his fingertips across Sirius' sides lightly. He tugged up his shirt to inspect the scar that ran across Sirius' side, three prosice lines cut evenly on his left side, his mother's doing. He traced the lines a few times till Sirius caught his breath.

"You're an awful boyfriend." Sirius scowled, but there was amusement in his eyes. Remus only laughed and kissed him again.

"Better?" Remus raised his eyebrows.

"No, but I'll accept your measly apology for now because we have class in twenty minutes." They both hopped up from the bed.

"But I expect a hundred more later!" Sirius shouted from the bathroom. Remus shook his head in the moment but fulfilled Sirius' request and some.

Hope you liked!

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; werewolf cookie

requested by ; anonymous (08/05/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; werewolf cookie

outline ; “Can i please request some werewolf cookie relationship hcs? thanks!”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

while his fears of rejection and accidentally hurting others because of his lycanthropy do make it incredibly difficult to get close to him, once you’re together you’ll werewolf cookie to be an incredibly attentive and gentle spouse — the sort that would light himself on fire to keep you warm, if only you asked him to do so

werewolf cookie is extremely protective and becomes something of a guard dog for you, doing whatever he can to keep you mentally and physically safe as best he can — whether that means glaring at anyone who seems to be making you uncomfortable until they get the message and leave you be, or making it clear in an array of barely-subtle ways that he could make them seriously regret what they were doing until they catch on and finally go away

(he doesn’t want to actually have to resort to causing anyone physical harm — he’s spent long enough being perceived as a monster and the last thing he wants is to prove all of those people right — but if it came down to it, he would do whatever it took to keep you safe)

he’s incredibly soft spoken with you and, even during disagreements and bickering, he flat out refuses to raise his voice or shout — he’s keenly aware of how frightening he can get and the last thing he wants is for you to fear him

he doesn’t really use any pet names for you, but will respond to any terms of endearment you opt to use for him — bonus points if you combine your nicknames with praise and physical affection (e.g. calling him ‘honey’ whilst combing your fingers through his hair, reassuring him that you could never be afraid of him until he finally accepts what you‘re saying)

it takes him a while to adjust to accepting and initiating displays of physical affection because of how long he spent in isolation — going from freezing up at the smallest touches early on in your relationship to not being able to sleep soundly unless you’re curled up against his side or on top of his chest the longer you’ve been together

once he has settled into your relationship he does find a few displays of affection that he prefers the most: the casual interlocking of hands when you’re walking out and about in the kingdom (it’s nice to be casually and publicly claimed as your partner and vice versa), you running your fingers through his hair and detangling all of the knots (it’s very difficult for him to stay awake when you’re doing this), and cuddling in bed until you both drift off to sleep (he hadn’t realised just how little sleep he’d been getting until he first nodded off in your arms and now he can’t possibly fathom going back)

his kisses are always sweet, chaste, and gentle — a string of feather-light pecks against your lips that start off with his hands gently stroking your cheek and sides, and ends with the two of you embracing and softly smiling (bonus points if you start playing with his hair or rubbing his shoulders when you’re kissing)

whenever you’re the slightest bit unwell he panics and starts to get almost overbearing in how intensely attentive he is: bringing you fresh meals and watching you to make sure you eat them, making sure you take all of your medicine and/or the potions your friends made to help you, keeping a close watch of your temperature so that you’re never too hot or too cold, sticking close by to ensure you’re never overexerting yourself, and so on…

and if you find his wolf form to be extremely comforting then, when he’s not busy attending to your other needs, he may just transform and lounge beside your bed so that you can indulge in the ‘fluffy dog’ experience — just don’t ask him to lay on you as he doesn’t actually want to crush you (he’s a lot heavier than he looks and no amount of puppy dog eyes is going to make him compromise your well-being)

(granted this takes a while for him to be comfortable doing around you because of how he perceives that side of himself, but if you’re patient and understanding enough then you’ll get to see and know all of werewolf cookie — even if he’s always going to be a bit reluctant to let you watch him transform… but, hey, progress is progress!)

though he does love you dearly, there are still times when he wants or needs to be alone — don’t take it to heart, he just needs his space sometimes and it’s really nothing personal

on the days when his scar aches the most, the best thing you can do is just sit with him, hold him close, and try to help distract from the pain — a soothing touch or kiss to the area here and there is also helpful and reassures him that you don’t see him the way his old friends did, but just be mindful of how much pressure you’re putting on it as you could exacerbate his pain if you’re not careful

[sluttyminho]

Fragile

Pairings: Seungmin x chubby!reader

Genre: fluffy smut more on the fluffy side

Summary: Seungmin wanted you to ride him but you are on the chubbier side so you got insecure.

Warnings: use of (darling, babe, baby, seungmo)

You were standing at the kitchen island when Seungmin embraced you into a back hug. He turned you around and pecked your lips. “Mmm baby i want to cuddle” seungmin said pouting trying to get you to fall for it and come cuddle him. “Minnie baby let me take a shower first then we can cuddle okay?”

20 minutes passed and you came straight from the shower into the bedroom that you and seungmin shared. You were at the drawer looking for the right panties to put on and your (his) oversized shirt.

when you put that on you jumped under the covers next to seungmin. you didn’t even blink twice before his hands were around your waist and lips pressed right under your ear.

“ah baby i need you so bad” he whined clearly wanting you to do something about it. he took your hand in his and trailed it down his torso to his growing bulge. “you did this, you made me this hard mhm, now come straddle me”

you settled down on his lap and started kissing down his neck to his chest. you tried to unbuckle his belt but he was quick to pull you up and stop you. you didn’t know what it was usually he always let you suck him off so you we’re really worried you did something wrong this time.

“seungmo is something wrong? do you not want me to blow you?” the words you said were so nasty yet you sounded so innocent . “nothing wrong darling just, why don’t you just ride me instead?” oh and there it was the one thing you hoped he’d never ask.

the thing was you were always on the chubbier side and there’s of course nothing wrong with that, but all of your exes always told you you were too heavy to be on top and that’s the main reason why you didn’t want to ride seungmin right now.

you really tried not to let your insecurities ruin this moment but it was too late seungmin had already noticed.

“baby is everything okay? did i make you uncomfortable or something?” he asked concerned just wanting to make you feel okay. “yeah everything’s fine, i mean it’s not fine but it’s stupid really” you said clearly embarrassed by your previous actions. “nothing you say or feel is stupid to me, i hope you know that” he gave you the look of reassurance and you immediately felt bad for making him worry about you for nothing.

“okay listen please. when you told me to just ride you it umm.. it unlocked some bad memories and my insecurities came out” he looked confused “did anyone ever hurt you or made you do things you didn’t want to cause i swear to god if-“ you interrupted him while he was talking “NO god it’s just, all my exes always said i was to heavy to ride them because i could break their bones or smth like that, i was just scared you’d think that too” you looked him directly in the eyes and cupped his cheek with your palm and said “i didn’t say that because i don’t trust you but it really is one of my worst insecurities and i’m really sorry i ruined this moment for you also” he kissed your lips lightly and pulled his pants back up.

“first of all you are perfect the way you are and you definitely are not too heavy to ride me baby. and second of all i would never say such thing to the love of my life, to the woman that makes me happy even when i’m sad, woman that gives me comfort whenever i most need it, i don’t care about weight i care about what’s in here” he pointed to your heart and slowly kissed your lips once again.

he helped you put on your panties and pulled you into his warm embrace. “seungmo i love you so much you don’t even know” you whispered “i love you more darling”

the both of you stayed cuddled like this till you fell asleep, like the two lovebirds you are.

[m.list]

yah i don’t know exactly what this is but weight is one of my worst insecurities so i decided to point it out😭

[thepokesphere]

Upon your Pokémon’s insistence, the movie you chose for Friday Movie Night was a horror movie, one that was about a detective investigating her family’s old haunted mansion deep in the forest with her Crobat. Even though some of them couldn’t handle horrors, they all were too curious about the movie to not want to watch. And how can you say no to their cute faces? So, you put in the DVD and sat back on the couch.

30 minutes into the movie, your Indeedee and your Scraggy were gripping each other, shaking like crazy as the protagonist went down the dark, cramped hall. Cobwebs littered the scene, and the only sound was the footsteps of the detective and creaks of old wood before they had stopped in front of a door, boarded up with a sign that said ‘KEEP OUT’. Your Jolteon was hiding itself under a pile of blankets, and you could feel the fear emanating off of them with the small buzzes of electricity that occasionally touched your finger.

“Crobat, use Steel Wing on the door. Be careful.” The detective stated. The Pokémon went ahead and did just that, tearing through the wood like fabric, revealing a pitch black room behind all the covering. While Indeedee and Scraggy looked as pale as the ghost boy that showed up a few minutes earlier, they were still glued to the screen, tensing up when they saw that there was nothing but darkness in the room.

“Huh..I can’t see a thing. Crobat, can you find the light switch?” The sounds of the Pokémon’s wings filled the air, along with an eerie piano playing for background music. Indeedee and Scraggy hugged each other tighter.

You can’t help but chuckle, petting their heads to try and ease their fear. You had managed to coax Jolteon out a little to run your fingers through its fluffy head, even if it gave you a bit of static shock. On the other hand, you were rubbing Scraggy’s and Indeedee’s foreheads, which seemed to have calmed them down.

“Are you sure you all wanna continue? You’re hiding.” You said to Jolteon, moving your finger to Indeedee and Scraggy. “And you two look like you want to join them. We can watch something less scary if you guys want.”

For the first time since they started watching, all three of them turned to you, shaking their heads despite the looks on their faces. They were too invested now to go back. You simply shrugged, looking back to the screen. Crobat seemed to have finally found the light switch, and now the detective was looking around the room.

“It’s going to be okay. We’re already halfway into the movie.” You reassured, crossing your arms. “You’re all safe here. You can cuddle up next to me if it gets too—“

“SCREEEEEE—!”

And in a few seconds flat, all of your Pokemon quickly huddled besides you, all three screaming themselves as the detective was met with a shrieking Misdreavus popping out of the closet she opened. You were startled yourself enough to let out a little yelp, before focusing your attention to comforting the three frightened Pokemon.

“..scary.” You finished, wrapping your arms around Jolteon, who became a lump of blanket in your lap. Thank goodness you didn’t have any ghost Pokémon, or you would be worried your Pokemon would be suspicious of them all day.

Your house was ghost free.

And there wasn’t a Misdreavus hiding in the garage somewhere.

Right?

[fallengirlbossyohane]

Netflix and Chill(s)

Another one of my RuriMegu fanfics, I just love these two so much! Enjoy!

“So! What movie do you want to see, Megu-chan? I was thinking something… scary, maybe?” Rurino casually asks as she grabs a handful of buttered popcorn from the gigantic bowl she’s carrying in her arms, loudly munching on the salty snack. Instead, I opted for a box of matcha-flavoured Oreos, since I prefer sweets. 

“Hm, that’s fine by me~ we can just look on Netflix for one.”

“Sounds good!” Ever since her trip to California, Rurino’s been speaking English more often — which I don’t mind at all, her American accent is pretty cute, if I must be honest. She sits next to me on the couch, grabbing the remote and skipping trough various movies and series. 

Outside, a violent storm is ferociously roaring, as dense dark clouds cover the pale light emitted by the moon. From time to time, bright flashes of light can be seen from here, and the loud rumbles make me jump from my seat from how noisy they are. Our dorms even suffered from an electrical malfunction due to this — and, to pass the time, Rurino and I began betting on water droplets racing down the window. Of course, I won each time. The power is back on, now. 

“Ah, look! Didn’t you talk about this movie a couple of weeks ago? I remember you wanted to go see it, but the tickets were all sold out.” 

She’s so adorable when she gets excited about something~

“Aw, you remembered~!” I giggle and gently smile at her proud grin. “Yes, it’s that one. Wanna see it?”

“Of course!” 

— 

So far, only twenty minutes or so passed, but the images on the screen are full-on terrifying. I  usually adore watching horror movies — they give you that certain thrill that’s neither pleasant nor unpleasant, but makes that oh-so-sweet feeling of adrenaline run trough your whole body. But this… it’s exaggerated, even for me. 

As for Rurino… well, she’s not doing any better than me. She’s shaking like crazy, tightly grabbing onto my arm while keeping her gaze glued to the gory scenes displayed on the TV. She stopped eating her popcorn a while ago, deciding that ducking under the covers and taking shelter under my chin was a much safer choice. Now, I’m confused as to the reason my heart is beating so fast — I have an vague idea, however. So, in hopes of reassuring both Rurino and myself, I intertwine our fingers and hold her closer to my chest. 

“I-it’s ok, Ruri-chan, I’m here~ no-one’s going to hurt you, h-hm?” Ugh, I don’t sound convinced at all. She soundly gulps, squeezing my hand tighter, and — my blood circulation won’t really function if you keep that up.

“Y-yeah… um, actually… c-can you hold me…?” 

I remain in silence for a few seconds, the only thing audible being the unnerving screams coming from the movie, stunned to no extent as I’m not sure how I should proceed. Hold her… how? Like a hug? I could work with that, I suppose.

“Sure, come here.” 

Rurino moves the covers and sets them aside for now, comfortably nestling herself in my lap as if she were some sort of fluffy animal in need of shelter. She leans her back against my chest and grabs both my arms, “forcing” me to hold her waist. She mutters a shy “thank you” under her breath and holds onto my hand once again. So that’s what you meant, uh~? 

I giggle at her strange displays of affection, burying my nose into her mass of blonde hair and closing my eyes. Right now, I don’t hear the sounds of people getting murdered — or the storm outside. Nothing can make me tear my attention away from her heartbeat. It’s quite rapid — but it’s understandable, given the film and how we’re intimately cuddling on the couch. I plant a few kisses on the back of her head, and she relaxes her shoulders, stroking my palm with her thumb under the covers. 

“Feel better now?”  

“Hm-hm… this is nice…” 

“That’s good, then~” 

A loud slashing sound brings the both of us back to our sad reality, making us scream simultaneously. J-jeez, how long is this gonna last? I’ll surely have nightmares — Rurino as well, I’m assuming. This is the last time I’m choosing something this scary for movie night. 

[idontknowreallywhy]

There is some irony in the fact I’ve come back to reread this fic with the intention of making a proper comment SO MANY times but then found myself paralysed from actually beginning said comment because there is so much I want to say and don’t know where to start…

I guess I could start with WOW.

I think wow because not only have you entirely captured what that frustrated overwhelm feels like on an almost daily basis, you also made it SO Scott.

The plans - he wants to treat everyone because they are his world. But it’s got to be the right time, and then all those right times had other things going on, and then something would catch his attention… or maybe he even got as far as “Right, Pancakes” but got derailed by an email while looking up the conversion of large UK eggs to large US eggs because he happened to grab this tray on a whim while in London and they seem a different size to usual and… Uhoh business email and… ok now it’s lunchtime and too late for pancakes.

The injustice of it all is that THE THOUGHT IS THERE. And with ADHD it’s there even more times because it doesn’t get acted on… so if the thought really did count they should all feel REALLY loved because he meant to do it so many times. But it’s hard when there are no pancakes.

The way he keeps noticing more and more things that need sorting out, I can feel his mind racing it’s so visceral how you’ve written it. And the PANIC when he thinks he’s missed something important,

Your Gordon is a delight. Love how his eyes are a combination of those key traits in his older brothers. Also love that he realises that what is needed first is a hug and reassurance, before talking and solution finding. You’re loved cos you’re loved Scotty, not for what you’re achieving.

Thought is noted and appreciated and Gordon starts plotting how to help fix things - very apt this seems as if he has the same kind of brain then the fact that it’s way easier to focus on fixing other people’s issues because they seem more important and worth expensing energy on? That rings a bell too. Scott however doesn’t feel like anyone should put any effort into making his plan work, as if it only had value if he’d managed it all by himself. Because he’s a big eejit.

John’s deadpan “and a submarine” cracks me up - not exactly first choice for a speedy grocery run Gordy, but sure, Four is important too.

This line keeps making me teary:

“Hey Scotty, stop being mean to my biggest big brother, he’s doing his best.”

Scott laughs but it’s deadly true behind the comedy, he IS mean to himself and he would absolutely not stand for anyone treating his brothers the way he treats himself. I need something like this tattooed on my wrist as a reminder…

And then it’s wall-to-wall fluff as the vertical puppy pile forms around him. Love the implication that “cuddling Scott time” is a common enough event that Alan just rocks up and gets involved, kind of taking a big brother stance and wrapping them all up. He’s getting big, Scott, he can help you out too. And somehow Virg knows it’s hug time and appears from wherever. And how Virg hums. And the phrase some-fish else’s. And how Scott is the centre of their world.

So, that was rambly but the pursuit of perfection will not assist in me actually posting this before the end of the year so… yes. In conclusion this fic is an absolutely fluffy, heartwarming and familiar pleasure and a joy to read. But at the same time it is hard to read, because it reminds me of the 101 things I have planned and even been excited about but the Time to Do Them has probably passed because the people the unposted happy new home card was for have lived there 6 months and the kid the cute baby outfit was for is already too big for it… I’ve got to hope that the thought really does count and it is truly better late than never.

Which it is. Actually.

And in the end, hugs.

Where was he? Pancakes.

Scott Tracy and a few of the struggles of ADHD.

Mostly Scott and Gordon but theres a good bit of John and all the bros do turn up! Ao3 Tags (i was trying a different way of putting this across): Scott Tracy has ADHD, Pancakes, Hurt/Comfort, more emphasis on the comfort id say, Family Fluff, i do intend there to be a part 2 but we shall see because uhh im also the adhd, Gordon Tracy is AuDHD, Scott is the focus here but thats also important, title is random line from the fic because i didnt plan that either!, Hugs, Scott Tracy Needs A Hug, and he gets several he has good little brothers, …how did it get to 9:42pm as im posting this I swear it was like 8:30 ten minutes ago 

@thunderbird1lover here is ADHD Scott!!! You in fact did help inspire me to get writing this!!

@idontknowreallywhy as always thanks for the insanity :)

I think its also relevant to note that this was started on my phone notes, typed one handed while juggling making waffles, then some of the rest done when I really should’ve been doing other things! —

Scott slammed the fridge door shut before leaning his forehead against the cold metal.

Great, just great.

This morning he had been planning to make pancakes like he’d been meaning to do for the last several weeks that he’d lost count of, intended for a day when everyone was off rota so would be free to enjoy them. On each precious day they’d had, he’d managed to stuff around all day with maintenance which was a full time job in itself, random tasks that surely shouldn’t have taken so long to do and getting stuck wasting time scrolling on his phone when he’d only meant to check the weather or something. He’d forget what he’d be intending to do, besieged by the thousand other flittering ideas in his brain and accidentally wind up avoiding a task that would take literally five minutes if he’d actually do it.

Case in point, last time he’d tried to change the batteries in the holoprojector remote so he could recharge them so they wouldn’t have to get up to change the channel which was getting really annoying, he couldn’t find the spares so then he’d spent an hour pulling all the miscellaneous items out of the junk draw to organise them, then had to put them back in semi-sorted, barely not worse than before because they were all over the bench and in the way when dinner needed to be made and he hadn’t  done the original thing and he was putting off making another attempt because of that disaster. Like had happened about a million other times.

Sure, there were also days spent getting involved in his brothers’ projects, or lazy mornings just hanging out in each others space to scatch up on actual consecutive amounts of quality time together. On some, he’d finally been getting in longer runs and some free climbing for fun in on the island when he didn’t have to worry about over exhausting himself when he was about to go on a rescue. But it was the rest.

Where was he? Pancakes. And the punnet of mouldy blueberries he’d been saving up specially to put in them as that was everyone’s favourite flavour and only he made them like that. But the berries had gotten forgotten in the back of the refrigerator along with several other questionable former vegetables and leftovers. A biohazard of tupperware containers he really didn’t want to touch lurked among them. But someone should do it.

And the eggs were out of date and he needed them to go in the batter. That was currently an oversized mixing bowl full of flour, sugar, etcetera and was the baking power in there yet? Another half done task for the list then.

Scott bumped his head against the fridge several times.  Frustration had him curling his hands into fists, shoulders taut in the way that would give him a neck ache later.

In the process of rattling his brain in its skull he managed to knock one of the many bits of paper from the mass of postcards, scrap sheets with scrawled grocery lists and who knew what else from its precarious hold under an over burdened magnet.

That’s how he felt, like one of Gordon’s tacky sea-life fridge magnets, constantly dropping probably important documents to be trampled on the could be cleaner kitchen floor.

Crouching to pick up the note, he had a flash of panic when he saw Alan’s school logo at the top. Presentation and in person were highlighted then underlined in red. When was it? Was he meant to come, but Alan hadn’t mentioned anything recently? Had Scott forgotten—?

Standing again too fast, he was ready to run off and find Alan to apologise profusely if he’d missed it or jump in One right this second to fix things, except then his eyes landed on the date and he finally noticed it was from months ago. Alan had absolutely smashed the science assignment even if he and Scott had shown up fifteen minutes late as neither of them had been ready, which was only saved from being hours late by owning the fastest rocket plane in the world.

Scott went back to leaning face first on the fridge. It could do with a wipe down on the outside too.

He just needed to get moving. But he wasn’t. And maybe he couldn’t.

That was the problem. Why couldn’t he simply get stuff done?  

Alright, he knew that why. The newly discovered he had ADHD and oh that explained so much of his entire life, was a pretty big why.

One he didn’t want to get distracted thinking about right now because he was meant to be making breakfast. Yes, he did see the irony of that. His forehead made contact with the fridge again.

“Hey Scotty, what did our poor defenceless kitchen appliance ever do to you?” It was so characteristic of Gordon to burst into the room in neon pink, flamingo patterned swimming trunks just as Scott was feeling sorry for himself.

Their sunshine fish. Who was also dripping water all over the floor.

Scott put on a long-suffering tone. “It ate my fifth brother, he never used a towel before coming in from the pool either.”

Gordon tipped his head to the side like a curious seal. “But you don’t have a fifth brother?”

“‘Cause the fridge ate him. He also ate the last of the pizza too,” Scott continued, giving Gordon a chance to cotton on.

“Oh, oh I get it now! We wouldn’t have another because the fridge— yeah!” Gordon laughed and pumped a fist in the air. “And nah, that was Virge.”

Dammit Virgil, Scott had really wanted that slice of pepperoni yesterday night.

Gordon also fetched a towel from the clean laundry basket on a chair, the fact that no one had gotten around to sorting it for once working in his favour before he tracked water all over the house to find one. Really they should put the towels by the door, they were mostly used after swimming anyway, that was an idea. Scott would just have to find a space—

He shook his head and couldn’t help but snort as Gordon emerged from the towel sporting a ridiculous spiky hairdo with his sun-bleached, chlorinated mop.

The towel, turns out, was one of those hooded thingos like they had for kids except Gordon-sized. In bright orange clownfish patterning, complete with fins, it was a fashion statement that Gords was clearly intending to continue wearing around the house.

Then Gordon turned to him.

Those big brown eyes held Virgil’s kindness, John’s piercing clarity of observation and what he recognised as his own steely determination. All bundled up into the five foot something of rescue operative, former Olympic athlete, ex-WASP forces and sole survivor of the worst hydrofoil accident this century that made up Gordon. He got the hard stuff.

“Now what’s up, big brother?”

A lump swelled up in his throat. Scott gestured vaguely at the fridge, his half-finished pancake batter and the selection of too old food items sitting on the bench.

“Life, the universe and everything?”

“Yeah,” Scott croaked, tugging a hand through his hair.

Gordon also got the whole ADHD thing on a personal level, 'cause it runs through families and who would’ve guessed with the chaos in their household that yes, it was more than one of them.

Scott swallowed, then shrugged as Gordon came closer. It was fine, really it was. Fine. So fine.

His brother held out his arms and Scott found himself wrapped up in ocean-smelling towel and fish, leaning into the strong grip as Gordon squished him tight. He stayed there until Scott could breathe again.

“Bit better?”

Answering was put off until Gordon let him go and Scott could speak again. It was not related to the emotion of even some of the crushing sensation in his chest lifting, it definitely wasn’t, not when he had the pre-made very reasonable excuse of wanting to avoid getting a mouthful of wet hair.

Scott nodded, shuffling closer to Gordon again to bump their shoulders. He didn’t currently care that Gordon was somewhat soggy. There were plenty of similar business-casual blue shirts in his wardrobe so he didn’t have to chose what he wore everyday to look presentable too with the hundreds of other life or death choices he had to make.

“Fantastic. ‘Cause you really looked like you could use a hug.” Gordon clapped his hands together, bouncing on his toes. His eyes remained on Scott for an extra moment.

The batter and the rest were discovered as Gordon then gently nudged Scott aside to poke around the kitchen.

“Ooh breakfast! Actually, definitely not breakfast. Maybe might’ve been breakfast once upon a time?” He picked up the mixing bowl. “Not breakfast yet?”

“One failed attempt at blueberry pancakes,” Scott admitted, before explaining about the whole eggs, blueberries, fridge fiasco.

In the middle of this, John appeared from wherever he’d been lurking. Possibly or in all likelihood their space brother had been tucked away on the upper landing library level, watching from afar. He wound his way through the lounge in a wobbling squiggle, barely looking up from his book in a habit that worried Scott rather unnecessarily. He greeted them then sat at an orange stool by the bench, continuing to read from his paper novel.

From past experience, John was both definitely listening and lending them his quiet support.

Scott continued to explain.

“Sooo,” Gordon drew out the word, “Here’s what I think.”

Scott grimaced, he already knew what he thought of his attempt.

Gordon cheerfully shook the bowl. “This falls into the marvellous category of going to become breakfast. Sounds like you’ve got a pretty solid plan, we’re just missing a few key ingredients.”

Gordon could be prone to being a little, well, optimistic. The key ingredients were, no one would ever guess, key to fixing Scott’s screw up.

“We live in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. There isn’t exactly a corner store within walking distance.” Scott waved his arms about in what might have been despair.

“How many supersonic aircraft do we own again?” John prompted.

“And a submarine! Don’t forget my submarine!”

“And a submarine,” John repeated.

Scott planted himself on a stool to hide how his legs had turned to finished pancake batter goop. John and Gordon weren’t getting it.

He buried his face in his hands. “Just doesn’t seem worth it to make the flight when we wouldn’t have this problem if I’d remembered in the first place…”

The words were barely out of his mouth before he was surrounded by the two brothers he was refusing to look at, as they interrupted his pity party for one. Two sets of arms wound around him, holding him up, holding him close. They were warm.

John was taller than him standing and he let Scott mush his head into his chest. Fingers carded through his hair in simple comfort when Scott made a quiet noise. Trusting his brothers enough to squeeze his eyes shut and make the world go away for a bit was the easy part.

The squid stuck them all together, as Gordon always did, hanging onto them both with a swimmer’s strength.

“Hey Scotty, stop being so mean to my biggest big brother, he’s doing his best.” That was Gordon, of course, right next to his ear.

A wet laugh bubbled up from deep inside his chest. It caught, snagged on jagged emotions in his throat before breaking free as he hugged his brothers tighter.

What had he done to deserve them? They’d all probably remind him instead that he didn’t need to do anything to deserve their love, he’d have it no matter what he did or didn’t get done.

A new voice joined them, as the sound of bounding footsteps crossed swiftly over the floor. “Is it cuddling Scott time? Aw why didn’t you invite me?”

Fluffy blond hair, thankfully not wet unlike some-fish else’s got shoved into his face as Alan joined the fray, the sprout using every inch of his new found height to wrap his arms around as many brothers at once as he could.

Heavier steps followed. Soft flannel added to the smothering and Scott could feel Virgil humming quietly as he leant into him.

Scott was at the centre of the hug, as they saw he needed them, at the centre of his brothers’ worlds, because they needed him too, and Scott would never want to be anywhere else.

[sugoi-writes]

FG is so cute! I just wanna squish his cheekies! And in his skinny form just take care of him and watch after him since he’s more vulnerable he’s cute in both forms!

My future hubby uwu

Same! Fatgum would probably scold you if you messed with his cheeks while he was snacking, but will GLADLY let you pat his tum, squish his cheeks, or whatever you want when he isn't gorging (#mood lol)

In his skinny form, he ESPECIALLY wants to eat, to build back up his bulk. So he'd want to order out, and stay lounging with you on the bed or the couch. But dont be surprised if he begs you to pick up the food (if they don't do delivery). He'll give you that sweet smile and bat his eyes at you. But that'll just mean you'll get a bomb ass meal, AND dessert! He's got that dough $$$

[eviesaurusrex]

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Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: Harry is down with the flu and had to cancel his remaining L.A. shows. Seeking comfort and reassurance that this was the right call, he FaceTimes his girlfriend YN, who is filming her recent movie on the opposite side of the country, and decides to surprise her sick and hard-working boyfriend.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: Harry being insecure and anxious about his decision, feeling bad about said decision, sick!Harry, but overall fluffy fluffness!

author’s note: I’m so sorry for our hard working man (and all the fans who had tickets), but glad that he prioritizes his health even though it sucks. But his health is more important, people. Please keep that in mind. And yes, I just had to write this. Deal with it <3

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He didn’t need to wait long for her to accept the FaceTime call—probably already anticipating it after she surely had read the headline of him canceling his remaining L.A. shows. It instantly soothed him as her pretty face appeared on his phone’s screen, though it would be even better if she were right next to him. Harry would never be shy about admitting that he loved when YN took care of him. She just knew the tricks and quirks to make him feel better within hours.

“Hey, pretty woman,” he greeted her with his scratchy voice, sniffling a bit and wrapping himself tighter in the lavender robe he had stolen from YN’s designated spot in their bathroom. She smiled softly at him, but the singer could see the worry lines deepening at the picture of his sick self. “Hey, love,” she returned and cooed silently. “How is my man doing?” Harry could see her moving around before she plopped down onto the comfy couch he missed every time they weren’t in their New Yorker home.

He shrugged. “Feel like shit,” he mumbled and sighed deeply before it tickled a violent cough out of him. Her brows were even more furrowed after he had calmed himself again. “Oh, love… What did the doctor say?” Harry shrugged again, feeling more miserably about his canceled shows and fans than about himself and that nasty virus. “The flu. Not the other nasty virus sneaking around in the open. So, you don’t have to worry yourself to death, darlin’.” YN cocked a brow now, looking at him expectantly. “I thought we knew each other after three years into this relationship, H,” she chastised him jokingly with a chuckle. “Y’know I’m always worrying myself to death when it comes to you, sweets.”

And it was the truth. Even if Harry wasn’t sick, YN worried for him—when he flew, when he went on stage, when he went out with friends and didn’t text if he needed a ride back home, and returned in the depths of night to demand drunken cuddles. However, the latter was such a rare thing he did that it almost didn’t count. And she worried the most when she wasn’t there to comfort and take care of him because she was across the country or the globe. It hurt somewhere deep down in her heart seeing him like that, seeing him suffering alone, without a helping hand to ensure he would get better in no time.

“Did you have some soup, love? Should I order something and let it bring to you?” She already sat straighter just to do exactly this, but Harry already shook his head slowly. “Jeff brought me some earlier. Left it at the door, rang, and bolted like a thief on the run.” He chuckled lowly before coughing again, worrying YN even more. But she chuckled alongside him to keep their conversation as light as usual. “At least someone who takes care of you. Got ya’self a good pot of tea?” Again, the singer nodded, grabbing the sunflower-yellow mug from its designated spot next to the propped-up phone and taking a huge sip. “Even put honey in’nit, but it doesn’t taste even closely as good as yours, darlin’,” Harry admitted and furrowed his brows. “Did I do something wrong? Used the wrong honey? Wrong tea?”

YN’s heart broke once more at the sound of his helpless tone and his sad puppy eyes, feeling the urge to leave everything behind and fly across the country. She already eyed the calendar on the coffee table in front of her. “Did you use the one in the drawer? Right to the stove?” Harry nodded, a sad expression deepening on his face. “Yeah,” he mumbled, crushed. YN cooed again, trying to soothe his mind. “Maybe you let the tea steep too long, lovie. Give it another try later, yeah?”

He nodded again, letting his hand rake through his soft, now messy curls, and the woman knew that he wanted to ask something, that something was on his mind, continuing to bug him. “What’s wrong, H?” YN sat up again and leaned forward, smartphone in her hand and forearms resting on her knees. Harry threw her a look she knew all too well—she saw it numerous times on his face and hers as well. Self-doubt. Easy as that. “Do you think it was a good idea to cancel the shows?” She already wanted to open her mouth to tell him exactly this, but he continued. “It’s the first time in my entire career, and I feel like I let down my fans, of whom many traveled to L.A. just to see me. I can’t imagine the costs for that—well, I can, numbers-wise—but the… the emotional cost, the excitement, some of them probably took off at work and… and… I just feel like I failed them, YNN.”

Her heart ached even more, and YN had to try to suppress the tears trying to invade her eyes. He was always so hard-working, always trying to meet his fans’ expectations and wishes, consistently delivering—not only in his singing but also in his starting acting career. She was always in wonder and astonishment when witnessing the dedication of her boyfriend, but at some point, his body had to cave.

“Listen to me, my love,” she began and staring at her man’s face through the screen. “It was the only thing you could do, the only responsible decision there was. Not only for you and your health but also the health of Mitch, and Sarah, and Jeff, and all the others involved, not to mention the health of your fans. For many of them, you’re a role model, someone they look up to, and now they see that it’s a responsible move to say, ‘Okay, I’m sick, I’m gonna stay home’ because many people already forgot this essential key even though we went through a pandemic and still living in one. And I don’t wanna start to talk about the good you do for your body right now. I’m actually impressed on how long you two pushed through with all that stress and constant traveling.”

YN had only waited for that moment to occur—but had desperately wished for it to happen when she was back with him on tour or at home, not when she was in the midst of wrapping up a new project.

Harry grew very silent during her rambling, watching her closely, a small smile appearing on his handsome face. “How long have you waited to hold that speech, love?” Now it was YN’s turn to shrug. “Maybe a few months?” Harry started to grin at her bashful smile and blushing cheeks, still not believing his luck of having found her in that small bookshop back in London, where she had fervently tried to get a hold of a Jane Austen novel.

His grin morphed into a tender, loving smile, only reserved for her eyes to witness—and maybe some cameras when they walked the carpet together or were seen on their many dates. Harry just loved to spoil his woman, and if it were time with him she demanded she would get exactly that.

“Thank you,” he whispered, and YN smiled back, resting her chin in her palm. “Anytime, H.” She checked the clock and hummed softly. “Get some rest, sweets, yeah? Check the bathroom cupboard with the towels underneath. There could still be some unopened stuff for your cough. If not, text me, and I’ll let something get to you.” Harry smiled wider and took a sip of tea before watching her intently. “How did I deserve you?” YN grinned at him, cocking her head to one side. “Asking myself the same question, love. But seriously, get some rest. And when I say rest, I mean the full blow of bedtime comfort and something on Netflix or Prime.” The singer saluted playfully. “Yes, ma’am,” he grinned before turning a tad serious again. “Will probably watch one of yours, so I at least can pretend you’re here. Miss you, darlin’.”

The tears tried to spill over again, so YN took a deep breath before answering, not trusting her voice entirely. “Miss you too, Harry. So, so much. But I’m faster back than you think, ‘promise. I love you. So, so, so much. Sleep tight later.” Both softly waved at one another. “Not as much as I love you, sweetheart. Have a good shoot later.” With a soft Thanks and See you later’s, they ended the call, and YN plopped back onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling in the lonely, quiet apartment. She knew it was rash and born out of desperation, but she just had to do it.

So, she unlocked her phone again, grinning at the goofy wallpaper Harry and she had taken in front of the Statue of Liberty two years ago and scrolled through her contacts. “Hey, Jenn. I need a massive favor,” she spoke up after her manager had accepted her call.

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Harry groaned at the feeling of his sore body after waking up from his restless and unsatisfying slumber, and the first thing he did was cough into the crook of his drenched hoodie. He groaned again after he finally could take a fresh breath of air into his constricting lungs and fought his slow way out of bed to shower and change into something not wet.

With half-closed eyes, he walked into the adjacent bathroom, turned on the shower to let it warm up, and shed his clothes and let them pile on the stone floor. He could take care of that later… Or when he felt better, whenever that might be.

He stood rather long under the hot water drizzling down on him like summer rain before Harry could push himself to leave the cozily warm glass cabin and wrap himself in a fluffy towel. Suddenly, a smell wafted into his nose that was clocked before the hot shower, and the scent let him stop in his tracks. It was her perfume—he could name it in a sea of scents if he had to. Blinking, the singer tried to scan the bathroom for the source; maybe he had accidentally sprayed it last night when he searched for the soap dispenser after not turning on the light? Slowly shaking his head, he dried himself and his hair shortly before changing into a new pair of sweatpants, fluffy socks, and a fresh hoodie. Taking out the cough syrup YN had mentioned two days ago, he took the needed dosage and left the bathroom to go downstairs to prepare a fresh batch of tea and maybe something to eat, though he really didn’t feel like it. But he knew what YN would do if she were here.

Harry yawned while slouching down the stairs but stopped at the end of the steps at the sound of used cutlery and boiling water. With growing confusion, the man rounded the corners and was faced with an angel in his kitchen—one of his Pleasing hoodies adorning her body with a pair of sports tights underneath. She hummed along to the tune of the song playing in the background—The Yawning Grave by Lord Huron, her favorite band—while she prepared the can he had used every day since getting sick and had something boiling on the stove. He felt joy rising in him, but the confusion was still very prominent.

Maybe he hallucinated because the fever was too high?

“Is this real, or is this only in my head?” He asked into the room, scaring her in the process of questioning, and with a low shriek and a slight jump, YN turned to him, a hand pressed over her heart. “Stop scaring the living daylight outta me!” She laughed softly as Harry came rushing over to her, grabby hands outstretched and getting a hold of her waist. Pulling her incredibly close to his chest, the man sighed as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her signature scent, which always brought him comfort, and tightening his hold on her. “Whatyadoinhere,” he mumbled, almost inaudible and incomprehensible against her soft skin, his eyes closed, his body finally relaxing.

Her fingers inside his hair tickled a satisfied moan out of him and pushed him to wrap his arms even tighter around YN, not wanting to let her go ever again. Her fingernails scratched gently along his scalp, just the way he liked, and he could feel her soft lips peppering kisses over the reachable part of his head. “I wanted to come home next week anyway, so we pushed a bit through the last couple of scenes, and Jenn got me the first available flight. Couldn’t let you be on your own. My heart almost broke when I saw you slouching around during that FaceTime, feeling miserable enough not to deal with taking care of yourself. So, that’s my job from now on again, ‘kay?” More gentle kisses followed her words, and Harry had never felt this loved and cherished. “A goddess and godsend,” he mumbled again against her skin and let her pull his face up so she could face him and see how he held up so far.

YN’s palm laid softly against his forehead—the contact alone almost made him swoon on the spot after so many weeks and months without her—and he watched her expressions, memorizing every single muscle movement all over again. “At least your fever is not too high. The world will look much better after a bowl of fresh soup and a fresh batch of tea.” She smiled up at him before pulling him at his neck down to her, pushing herself on her tiptoes, and softly kissing his warm cheeks one after the other. The tip of his nose was the last part accepting the tender peck of her lips.

She turned again to stir in the boiling pot, and Harry followed her like a puppy, wrapping his arms around her body again and pressing his face against her shoulder. “You won’t let go anytime soon, aren’t ya?” YN smiled a smile full of contentment as she added the noodles to the chicken broth and removed the tea bags from the pot to add the perfect amount of honey. He only shook his head but watched her doings with eagle eyes, furrowing his brows as she prepped him a mug and let him take it. “It’s just how I made it,” he murmured and taking a sip, closing his eyes, and humming softly. Just how he loved it. “Maybe it tasted different because I have a special ingredient, H,” YN chuckled and prepped two bowls of hot soup for them to enjoy as a late breakfast and an early lunch. “Tell me, please. Don’t wanna feel so helpless anymore if you’re not here, and I need your tea,” he pleaded with her, and the gorgeous woman turned in his arm, cupping his cheeks with both hands. “It’s cheesy but super easy.” Her smile made him almost feel healthy again. “I put an ounce of love into it. It’s what my grandma always told me. Everything tastes better when a loved one makes it for you.”

Almost on the verge of crying, Harry put his mug to the side and cupped her cheek, his other arm still tightly wrapped around her middle. “I don’t deserve you, my darling love,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to her forehead, not wanting to risk infecting her as well. YN continued to comb through his hair and rolled her eyes. “How often do I need to tell you that you, Harry Edward Styles, deserve the freaking fucking world?” He shrugged gently before nodding in the direction of the living room. “Cuddle with me, and I may be convinced of it this time,” he smiled, and with one last look, YN covered their soups and took the pot of tea with her. Harry already threw himself onto the couch, waiting impatiently for her to claim her spot, but first, she covered him with their favorite fluffy blanket. She made sure that he was perfectly covered before finally crawling underneath it as well and pressing her body against his.

“Come here, love,” she whispered invitingly, and Harry let his head heavily rest on her chest, his ear over her soothing heartbeat. He closed his eyes tiredly as she started to stroke through his hair again, scratching his scalp and neck, rubbing over his back. YN began to talk in a mumbling voice about everything and anything until she felt him slip back into slumber he definitely needed the most.

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This got cheesier than anticipated, but this was born entirely from my need for self-indulgence, so we will live with it. Hope y’all enjoyed it! <3 As usual: comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated

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