#i still pretty much just have a sore throat and a little sniffles hopefully it doesn't get too much worse. maybe a little fever but i don't

[californiaquail]

okay so not only do i now have a faintly positive covid test but my eggs exploded in the microwave which has never happened to me before. and i probably caught this at pride last saturday which is sooooo cool and not at all making me insane. killing myself imminently

[kydrogendragon]

Mammon requests? 🥺 this boy deserves the world, please. if you're in the mood I could really use some soft Mammon in my life these days, some kinda fluff of him taking care of mc and/or his bros? 💕

This boy absolutely deserves the world <3

I've just finished getting over a cold, so that kinda inspired these. Hopefully this is kinda what you were thinkin'!

Mammon Caring for the HoL When They're Sick

The Devildom cold season only came every decade, but when it did, it came through hard. It started with a simple sniffle from Satan during breakfast one day. Not much was thought about it until it progressed to a cough at dinner. Within days, the residents in the House of Lamentation found themselves with runny noses, sore throats, and fevers as they all laid in their beds. Some were worse off than others. Asmo and Beel got off the lightest, only getting a stuffy nose and the occasional headache. Lucifer and MC got the worst of it, no doubt due to his overworking and MC's being human. The only one to escape falling ill at all was Mammon. On one hand, he was thrilled to not be bed-ridden for the next week or so, but on the other, he was now forced to play caretaker for six demons and a human.

Probably the most worried about you. You're a human after all! A human with a cold that usually only demons get.

Checks in on you every hour (if not more).

Refills your water bottle anytime it looks low, saying that ya gotta stay hydrated and that water makes ya feel better!

Stocks up on human world medicine curtesy of Diavolo and Barbatos and set multiple alarms on his DDD so he knew when you needed to take more meds. Definitely freaked himself out when he was reading the possible side-effects on the back of the boxes.

When he's not busy making rounds to the rest of his brothers, he'll sit next to your bed on the chair he pulled over. He'll trail a damp washcloth over your head to help the fever, give your feet a massage (if you ask nicely), or simply just keep you company while you ride out this cold.

Definitely hand-fed you for the first few days, fretting over you using up the little energy you already had.

If you guys are in a relationship or if you're comfortable with having him help you bathe, he'll definitely get a bath ready for you (and may or may not have nabbed a bath bomb if you'd like from Asmo's stash). He'll wash and rinse your hair for you, relishing in this gentle, domestic moment between the both of you.

Will 100% cuddle you to sleep if you'd like as well.

Trying to care for this man when he's sick should be its own level of Hell. He absolutely refuses any help, despite being bedridden.

Honestly, it was probably good that Mammon was the one to help because it would have been even more of a fight had it been anyone else.

Will accept being brought food and water, but still insists on working from bed. He tried to move back to his desk, but Mammon all but tied the man to his bed. Thankfully, Lucifer didn't have much energy to fight back.

He will openly admit that he appreciates Mammon being there to help. He'll say how much he appreciates the hard work Mammon is doing to help him and everyone else in the house and admits that he's thankful he can rely on Mammon to step up when he's down.

Mammon, of course, doesn't know how to handle the praise from his older brother and ends up gently shoving him food before leaving his room.

Mammon does relish in the fact that Lucifer is clearly proud of him and appreciates him in moments like this. It's a memory he'll look back on when he needs a pick-me-up in the future for quite a while.

Also absolutely sneaks sleeping pills into Lucifer's drinks so the man can get some rest for once in his life.

He's fairly easy to care for when he's sick. The man just does what he usually does most days, just from the confines of his own tub. Mammon just struggles with making sure he drinks and eats enough.

Levi gets pretty grumpy when his older brother drops in, interrupting whatever show he's watching or game he's playing at the time. Mammon just rolls his eyes and plops down on the edge of his tub as he forces Levi to drink some water and have at least a few bites of food.

Sometimes Mammon'll stick around for a bit and watch whatever Levi has on the screen. The otaku doesn't mind being alone most of the time, but when he doesn't have another choice, the bits of company that Mammon provides is always nice, even if he'll never say that out loud.

An absolute man-child when sick. He's worse than Lucifer when it comes to insisting that he isn't that sick and can totally continue his studies and work.

Mammon has had to literally force Satan to stay in his bed for longer than five minutes.

Eventually, his fever and fatigue get the better of him and he'll end up collapsing, leaving Mammon to wrangle him into bed and makes sure he gets some medicine into his system as well as food and water once he's more awake.

Mammon'll read to him when he's at his weakest, knowing that the fourth-born wouldn't ever ask it of him but would still want to continue his reading. He'll grumble, claiming that he'll have to re-read all these sections with how slow and strange Mammon's reading it, but is genuinely enjoying those moments. It reminds him of when Mammon used to read to him every night before bed.

This man definitely takes the longest to recover, since the moment he starts to feel a bit better, he'll over do it unless he's being watched and ends up making it all worse.

A fussy sick person. He definitely milks all the attention he can get out of it as he can, even if it's from Mammon. Plays up his fatigue so he can get everything handed to him in bed, whether its his DDD, food, water, or his skincare products.

Mammon rolls his eyes and grumbles, but hands him whatever he requests, no matter how simple it is. He also makes sure that Asmo's bathroom is fully stocked with towels since he knows Asmo likes to use a new washcloth for his skin care routine each morning and each evening.

Ended up helping Asmo do his makeup and hair a few days so he could still take Devilgram pics for his fans.

Probably, aside from MC or Satan (more due to necessity than anything), he spends the most time with Asmo, bringing him things or helping him with different tasks, all the while listening to Asmo rant and rave about every little thing.

Both of them appreciate the time they spend together since their busy schedules tend to keep them from talking this much at a time, usually.

If his appetite would decrease, then he'd easily be the easiest to take care of. Unfortunately, it's almost always the same, just with less variety. Mammon'll spend his nights batch cooking meals for everyone, but especially Beel.

There's always a large pot of soup on the stove whenever Beel's sick as well as multiple Fantasy Costco size containers of saltines and Devil Sprite at the ready. Usually, he just keeps a few boxes and containers in the Twin's room so Beel can grab them as needed.

Beel usually just texts him if he needs anything, which Mammon appreciates. Definitely the most patient of the brothers when he's sick.

Mammon'll spend time in the Twin's room, either playing a board or card game with them, or watching a movie to kill some time and rid them of some boredom. On one hand, if Beel gets sick, Belphie tends to as well just by proximity, so they can keep each other company, which is nice. But on the downside, it's another person that's sick.

Sometimes at night, if Beel can't fall asleep, Mammon will have Beel rest in his lap as he cards his fingers through his hair like he used to do when they were younger. It's almost always a surefire way to get Beel to fall asleep.

Kind of a brat when sick. He also gets really grumpy as well. He won't do anything as his energy levels will be too low to bother, but will complain about everything, from how his head hurts to the room being just a little too hot.

Asmo's fairly demanding for the sake of being lazy, but Belphie is demanding because he's very picky. Mammon'll spend way too long finding the perfect blanket that matches Belphie's requirements after the last five were either too thick, too thin, too soft, or too long.

Thankfully, he isn't a picky eater and drinks and eats a good amount, so Mammon doesn't have to worry about him in that regard.

He sleeps most of the time he's sick, which works well with helping him recover. He's typically the first to feel healthy again out of all of them. He'll help care for Beel once he's feeling better.

Mammon probably babies him more than he should at times, but he babies all of his brothers when they're down for the count like this, so it can't hurt too much.

Cuddles Belphie when he's sleeping at times. Won't ever tell Belphie so he doesn't get embarrassed, but he'll find Belphie's tail wrapped around him, keeping him close as they nap.

[avintagekiss24]

leave out all the rest | c. beck

→ pairing: chris beck x black!reader

→ word count: 5387

→ warnings: 18+ ONLY, smidge of angst, smut, sex, breeding kink, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, hand job, explicit language

→ square filled: @badthingshappenbingo

flashbacks

→ request: chris beck + breeding kink + "babe, I’m never gonna finish this work if you keep doing that" + "I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that"

→ author note: dr. space daddy is finally here! this is also the first of my 5k celebration fics! all fics will be tagged #5k...holy god. thanks so much for the request @thedarkplume​! title from linkin park leave out all the rest (i loveeee this song); line divider by @firefly-graphics​; flashbacks are in italics. i also formatted this with the beta text post editor on desktop... so hopefully nothing looks weird and the italics/bold actually work... it is tumblr after all.

oh, hey, there’s a bit of a marvel crossover in this too!

Nervous doesn’t even begin to describe how you feel in this moment. Your stomach hasn’t been settled since you got the call two days ago. It’s been flipping and twisting ever since. Sleep hasn’t come easy either, but you’re used to that. Ever since Chris left, you haven’t slept well. It’s been almost seven hundred and thirty days— well, just three days short.

You follow the two tall military men, decked out in their dress blues, through the secure facility, your black leather combat boots thudding against the tile floors. Everything is white— the walls, the floors, the coats of all the scientists and doctors milling about— except for you and your flowery, thigh length sundress. Dark eyes wide, teeth nibbling on a sore, often bloody bottom lip from all the nibbling, small purse bouncing off one hip as a duffel bag bounces off the other.

Winding through corridor after corridor, pausing as the men lift their badges to keypads to get door after door to click open. An eerie quiet looms throughout the entire building, nothing but random beeps, your breathing, and footsteps.

Nervous doesn’t begin to describe it.

The walk gives you too much time to think about the last seven hundred and twenty seven days. All of the crying. All of the anger— the screaming. Chris trying to calm you down, assure you that they were okay— that he had to do this.

"It’s so easy for you, isn’t it?" You sobbed into the phone, staring up into the stars, knowing that he couldn’t but secretly hoping that he could see you.

"This is not easy for me," he choked back tears, his tongue heavy, "Leaving you is never easy but I have to do this, baby. We have to go back for Mark. We have to."

You didn’t answer his calls for over a week. And when you did, your words were quick and harsh.

"I can’t do this anymore. I’m moving in with my sister."

Chris was silent on the other end of the phone— too silent. He sighed after a while and just said, "Ok. I understand."

That was day four hundred and sixty three.

So you moved in with your sister. Got a job at the local bar, picked up every shift you could, sometimes working sixty, seventy hours a week— just so you didn’t have to think about him. It didn’t work. You’d still stare out the window at night, up into the big black sky and through the twinkling little stars, wondering where he was, what he was doing. If he was thinking about you.

Unbeknownst to you, Chris continued to call your sister. Just to check on you.

Day seven hundred was when two Air Force officers walked into the bar as you were cutting up lemons and oranges. Your stomach, in a perpetual state of tight and sour, dropped to your feet. It’s never good when the military comes knocking on your door.

“He’s dead,” you spit out, eyes watering, chest starting to heave, “He’s dead, isn’t he? They’re all dead.”

When they removed their hats, your hands flew to your face, covering your mouth to muffle the sobs. You just knew they were all dead. Humans can’t stay in space for this long. It’s not natural.

“No ma’am,” the taller, brown skinned man answered, a small smile breaking onto his face, showing off the distinctive gap between his two front teeth, “They’re back in our orbit. They’ll be landing within the next seventy two hours.”

It was a flurry after that. Phone calls, you moving back onto the base, protocol gatherings, interviews with local and national media. None of it mattered. You just wanted to see him— you needed to see him.

Not before his mandatory three week quarantine that is.

Day seven hundred and twenty five is when they called to let you know that he was ready to move onto the second phase of his integration back on earth. Two weeks cohabitating with another person of his choice, just to make sure that his body and cells can still tolerate, you know, earth— and that he doesn’t give off anything that could make earthlings sick.

They called to let you know that Chris chose you— if you wanted to, of course. If not, he could call his sister.

You were packing your bag before the call even ended.

After two days of getting tested for everything known to man, it’s now day seven hundred and twenty seven and here you are, passing through the last set of doors and stepping into a large observatory room. One of the General’s starts talking, but you don’t hear a word. You just blink slow, lips falling open as you stare back at Chris as he stands at the little square window of his living quarters. He smiles soft, running his hand through his short, dark hair before waving and placing his palm on the window.

Tears cloud your vision. Your chin trembles as a sad smile spreads on your face. A sob chokes in your throat and a warm tear streaks down your cheeks. Despite the talking man, you step up to the window and press your much smaller hand on the glass, spreading your fingers to match his. Chris rests his forehead to it and you do the same as you really start to bawl— shoulders shaking, face breaking, breath rushing fast and hard.

"Baby, don’t cry. Come on pretty, don’t— don’t cry."

Chris’ voice is muffled by the thick glass, but just hearing it— so close, so familiar— after so longs it’s just… it’s almost too much. It is too much.

“Ma’am, we can’t let you in there like this. We need you to calm down.”

Dense thuds shake the glass as Chris pounds on it, "Open the door, Sam!"

Sam grabs your bicep, gently, guiding you towards the door— Chris following you both, still talking to you through the glass.

"It’s okay baby, I’m right here. I’m right here."

“We need you to calm down,” Sam starts again, “He hasn’t been around—”

"Sam! Goddamn it, leave her alone! Open the door!"

“Beck! You cool it in there!”

"Don’t be an asshole! Open the door! She’s scared!"

You hear a scoff, “Step back from the window, Dr. Beck.”

"I swear to God—"

“Step back from the window, Dr. Beck.” Sam is stern now, pointing his finger towards Chris. 

Sam pauses for a few long seconds, blinking slow but keeping his hand around your bicep— and thank God, because you honestly need it, “I’m going to badge you into the hallway, okay? You take this keycard,” he presses it into your palm, “And put it up to the keypad at the second door after I close this door behind you. It’s only good for one passthrough— once you’re in, you’re in until the medical staff clears you both. Understand?”

The second half of his speech is softer, his thumb rubbing the back of your arm. You like Chief Master Sergeant Sam Wilson. You nod quick, rubbing at your face with the back of your hand, sniffling hard and focusing a shaky breath out through your teeth as you step in front of the door. There’s a loud click and the metal pops, Sam reaching past you to push it open.

Your body, on autopilot, takes three steps to the second door, eyes staring at the keypad on the wall beside it. Chris is still talking to you through the windows, one hand pressed to the glass, the other on the door handle.

"Just a few more seconds baby. You’re doing so good."

There’s another click— Sam closing the door behind you. Water fills your eyes again, emotion choking up in your throat at the gravity of it all. All of the screaming. All of the crying. All of the hating him and loving him and missing him for seven hundred and twenty seven days all culminating right here, right now, while he’s just three feet away from you. The sky used to be the thing keeping you apart— now it’s just a wall. A door— that you can’t walk through.

"Baby, Chris says gently, "Come on baby. Open the door, honey."

You’re frozen. Eyes locked on the keypad, fingers gripping the keycard so hard they start to burn. Open the door, honey takes you back. Takes you back to the day that he told you he was going up— that he’d be gone for a year.

“Open the door, honey. Talk to me.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.” You sniffle, staring at your reflection in the mirror in your small bathroom.

“You knew this was coming. I don’t know why you’re so mad.”

“A year? A year, Chris? I’m just supposed to put my life on hold for you for an entire year?”

He sighs through the door, “I’ve worked my ass off for this, you know that.” You do know that, you’re just being selfish. Needy and selfish, “I know we’ve got plans baby, but it’s just a year. One year and then I’m all yours—”

“Yeah, until the next time you decide to go up there. This is what Melissa warned me about. You get addicted to it.”

“I won’t.”

“You will,” you retort, “I know you.”

That makes him laugh, and then you’re laughing because he’s laughing, “Open the door, please.” Chris sighs again.

As soon as you turn the knob, he’s pushing through it, lifting you up off your feet and twirling you around— to make you laugh again.

You were standing on a precipice that night and neither one of you knew it. Your lives, both individual and combined, would change forever and that was the night that set it all in motion.

The keycard digs into your fingers and palm, bringing you back into the present. Back into the hallway, back in front of Chris. You blink, linking eyes with him again, finding them soft and down turned, his head tilted as he presses his fingers to the glass.

"Let me hold you," he says soft. So soft that the glass between you gobbles it up. But you just know that’s what he said. You just know.

The door clicks in your ear, a breeze is in your face as Chris throws it open, and then you’re consumed. Arms wrapped around you, hard chest against yours as you’re lifted right off of your feet. He’s so warm— he’s always been so damn warm.

“Oh my god,” he whispers, leaning back a little as you push your face into his neck, “This moment was the only thing keeping me going.”

“I’m sorry,” you sob, pushing your face into his shoulder, your tears wetting his NASA sweatshirt, “I’m so sorry, I was so selfish,” the words are clipped and broken, heavy on your tongue, “Chris, I—”

“Don’t. Don’t do that, it doesn’t matter.” He sits you back on your feet, rubbing your back with both of his large hands, “I’m the one that should be sorry.”

You cry openly into his chest, wrapping your arms around him and pushing your hands up into his sweatshirt, under the thin t-shirt underneath— just to feel his skin, “I missed you so much.”

One, two, three, four pecks of his warm lips on the top of your head before he rests his cheek there, holding you tight as he takes a deep breath, “All that’s over now, hmm?” you can feel the smile on his face, “We don’t have to miss each other anymore.”

-

A yawn pushes out of your mouth as you stretch out tight, sore muscles screaming. Eyes flutter as you shift, another deep breath pushing out your nose as you nuzzle your face into the pillows, body cocooned in warmth. You’re drifting again, quick, when an abrupt panic races through your veins without warning. Your stomach drops, skin instantly flushing with heat as you spring up, eyes as wide as saucers as your breath rushes.

That’s when you hear it, an all too familiar sound. A pencil, tapping slowly, methodically, against something. It calms you instantly. It’s real, you’re real, Chris is real, and you’re here. He’s here.

You swing your legs over the edge of the small bed, tucked in the corner behind a small partition. There’s a soft light glowing underneath it and a single red blinking dot emanating from the corner of the room— a camera. You push your hair out of your face but keep your fingers on your cheeks, closing your eyes as you focus on your breathing. In, out, in, out, in, out. There��s a murmur, Chris mumbling to himself and you can’t help but smile.

You stand and start moving towards the noises, padding soft and slow as his mess of brown hair and hunched back comes into view. He stands, switching out an X-Ray on the viewer before he plops back down into the swivel chair, staring at it for a second before he starts flipping through the large, open text book just to his left. There’s a little white board off to the right, leaning against the wall, the days he’s been “gone”, seven hundred and twenty seven, scribbled in his messiest of messy handwriting.

The little slice of time watching him sends you right back to your college years, waking up in his dorm room, finding the bed empty and him huddled over a too small desk, furiously flipping through a thousand page text book. You’d sneak up on him, just as you are now, barely dressed and sleepy eyed. Dig your fingers into his hair, scratch his scalp slow. Giggle as his shoulders slump and his head falls back a little, him moaning all the while.

“God, that feels good.”

“You let me fall asleep.”

“You cried yourself to sleep. Didn’t have the heart to wake you… you look like you haven’t slept in a year.”

“Hmm, more like two. What are you doing?” you ask, pushing around his side and crawling into his lap, nuzzling into his shoulder.

“Looking at our X-Rays from earlier today. I’m working on another paper for the Institute.”

“Trying to see if you guys are still earthlings?”

He laughs, the sound rumbling through you, making you smile, “Kinda, yeah. Our body masses have changed dramatically— our bones are longer, I’m not shitting you.” You giggle again at the enthusiasm in his voice, “It’s just a few centimeters, but still. Our brain waves are a little different, metabolism has sped up… it’s incredible.”

You keep the small smile on your face as your fingertips drift over his chest, rubbing slow as you feel his eyes fall to you, “You should get back in bed,” he says, squeezing your knee gently, “You look so tired, baby.”

“Not without you.”

He laughs again, “My circadian rhythm’s all fucked up, I can’t sleep.”

“Then it looks like you're stuck with me,” you kiss his chin and then cuddle back into him, “Don’t mind me.”

Mind you, he doesn't. He just goes about flipping pages and scribbling down random thoughts, marking up his pile of x-rays and fumbling through his and the rest of the crew's medical charts. You push your hand up into the arm of his navy blue NASA sweatshirt, raking your nails up and down his forearm absentmindedly as you breathe him in. Your other hand wanders too, tracing the band of his dark sweatpants before skipping up into his sweatshirt, brushing over his stomach and up to his chest.

The pads of your fingers outline the muscles that are still there, his pecs, down and across his soft abs, before back up and over a cheeky nipple. He jumps slightly, crinkling his nose as he smiles big and hard, “Babe, I’m never gonna finish this work if you keep doing that.”

“Maybe that’s the point.”

“Oh, is that so?”

You bat two big eyes up at him, the weight of going almost two years without catching up with you right at this moment. A hum vibrates in your throat as you stand, taking a few steps away from him before you toss your eyes over your shoulder, licking your bottom lip before sinking your teeth into it. You hold out your hand, wiggling your fingers after a few moments, watching him drag his big eyes down your bare legs and then back up over your powder pink satin shorts and matching camisole.

“Come to bed, Dr. Beck.”

He’s up and on his feet before the words are out of your mouth. Warm fingers interlace with yours as the two of you move back towards the bed, falling onto the soft twin size mattress. His weight dips into the bed as he sinks his knees into it, pulling his sweatshirt over his head as you crawl towards the headboard. You draw your legs up, swaying them gently back and forth, palms flat on your thighs as you inhale deep, watching as he tosses his shirt to the floor.

The smile on your face grows larger as he crawls over you, pushing your legs open with his soft hands before he settles right between them. Chris takes his time looking at you, smiling soft as his eyes drift over your face, his index finger dragging down the bridge of your nose, over two full lips, and down your chin and neck. You let out a quick breath when the pad of that sneaky finger dips just inside your tank top— right into your cleavage.

He cups your face, his thumb resting on your lips, brushing gently, “I’m never leaving you again,” he whispers, blue eyes filling with earnest as they bounce between yours, “I mean it.”

You turn your head into his palm, pressing your lips into the soft, warm skin, planting kisses, “You promise?”

The delivery is breathless. Quiet. Small. Almost begging him to mean it. He takes a deep breath, pushes it out slow before leaning in, closing his eyes as he rubs the tip of his nose against yours. That’s when he kisses you— slow. Deep. Tongue pushing through your lips and into your mouth.  Massaging the roof of your mouth before sliding along your tongue. He even moans a little, lets his body— muscles, bones, brain— relax. Lets himself melt into you because it’s just been so damn long.

It ends slow, the kiss. Chris grabbing your lip with his teeth and pulling gently before he rests his forehead to yours. Eyes closed, his big, skilled hands and fingers flirting with your calves—pushing over your knees and then down your thighs to come to rest on your sides and hips.

“I promise.” You slide your hands up and down his sides, letting your eyelids flutter as he continues, punctuating his words with more gentle kisses, “We can start that life you’re so crazy about,” he laughs when you laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, “Buy you a house.”

“On the base?”

“I thought you didn’t like the base?”

“I don’t… but I kinda... do.”

“Then yeah, on the base if that’s what you want.”

Your eyes are still closed as hot lips press against your face— the crook of your nose, underneath one eye, cheeks, and then chin. You push your fingers up into his hair as he forges a path with his lips and tongue— down your neck, over two collarbones, down your arm— all the while his hands move upward. Up into your silk top, nimble fingers playing with two tight nipples before he rucks the silk top up to your chin.

“Wait,”

“What?”

“What about them?”

“Them, who?”

Pointing with your foot towards the blinking red light in the corner, “Them.”

He laughs and you laugh, covering your face with your hands until Chris pries them away, “They’re nerds, babe. We’ve already made them so nervous they’ve left the control room.”

You honestly can’t remember the last time you laughed this hard. Not since he left you suppose. It’s a nice sound, for both you and him, filling up the small space, making it alive and lived in instead of clinical and dry, “That’s not nice, Chris!”

He shimmies the thin material up over your head, casting it to the floor, “It’s the truth! I should know. Remember the first time I saw you naked? I couldn’t look anybody in the eye for a week.”

The memory makes you laugh, soft and dreamy-like, “That was so long ago.”

Chris catches the tone. It makes him halt, for just a second, his eyes shifting away from you. Guilt. For holding you at an arm’s length for so long. For making you number two. For making you wait for him for so damn long.

You tilt your head, eyes searching his. Gentle hands claim his face, pulling him back into your strong gaze, “Stay with me,” you whisper, eyes bouncing between his, “You’re buying me a house.”

“Ah, yes,” with one fell swoop, your shorts are pulled down your legs, right over the tips of your manicured toes and thrown to the floor, “One story? Two?” He asks, back up on his knees.

“Umm, maybe just one,” You answer, sitting up, slipping your hands into the dark sweats still covering his bottom half, “A two story house is too much to keep clean.”

You pull, but not all the way. Just enough to see his hips and that little tuft of dark hair underneath his belly button. You can’t help yourself and lean forward, kissing his stomach, giggling when he jumps a little. When you do it again, kiss him, and then a third time, and a forth, he gives in. Sweeps your locs over your shoulders and pulls them into a ponytail in his hand. That’s when you hook your thumbs back underneath the thick band of his sweats and pull a little harder, pushing the material right over his hard cock, making it bounce.

Chris kicks out of the sweats, grabs your face in his hands and tilts it upward. Leans down and kisses you again— soft. Sweet. All while rubbing small circles into your cheeks with his thumbs. He stays there, forehead to forehead, eyelashes spread over his buttery, quickly blushing red cheeks as you palm him, dragging your hand from the base right to the tip.

It doesn’t take much— never has. After a few strokes, he’s wet and red all over. Chest, neck, cheeks. Mouth agape, pulling in ragged breaths as his eyelids flutter. He swallows hard, and then hums quick, deep and throaty before inhaling through his open mouth. You push upward, kissing him as you continue slow strokes, sweeping a thumb over his wet tip.

Fingertips brush along the inside of your thigh, down low, first by your knee. Then, slowly, they skirt upward, not groping or kneading, just brushing— flirting with your skin until they reach their destination. You gasp, mouth falling open as adept fingers— not only just in general, but with your body specifically— push through wet folds.

“One story it is then,” he breathes, hot, unhurried, “A dog and a,” he slams his eyes shut, hissing and grunting when you squeeze him, “Fuck baby,” he swallows again, lips trembling as he nuzzles in, rubbing the tips of your noses together, “A dog and a cat.”

Your free hand wraps around his neck, fingertips pushing into his hair as your head tips back, hips start to shove forward, eager for his touch— wanting those fingers inside. When Chris obliges, sinks his index and middle finger into your cunt—  touch starved and needy— you mewl. Making a real sound for the first time in seven hundred and twenty seven days. It enlivens you both.

Chris pushes you back, lays you back onto the small mattress, spreads you out. Keeps his fingers inside, pumping slow, curling, massaging. Thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing. He lays between your legs, coming face to face with your most intimate and blows gently. Warm air sticking to balmy flesh. Big blue eyes flick up to yours, then back to your sweet, licking his lips as a squelch fills the room.

His tongue darts out, slips along the inside of your thigh. Your hips react instantly, jutting upward as a sharp breath fills your chest. A long arm pushes up your body, fingers prodding your breast, tweaking a nipple before he palms the skin, but not for long. Within seconds, his fingertips are pushing into a willing mouth. Your tongue, swirling around thick digits as you grab onto his hand, holding it there.

Warm air tickles damp skin again as he blows on you, “Have some babies,” he offers quick, the words muffled by your flesh as he finally laps at you, tongue slipping through sticky folds, flattening against your slit as he massages the delicate, “How many you want, baby?”

Nothing but a bitten-off groan answers him. It comes for many reasons. His fingers somehow delving deeper, lips brushing over your cunt— the thought of babies. Little brown skinned, curly headed babies running in the backyard with that dog and cat. Wide smiles, complete with missing teeth, loud laughter, declarations of love as they jump into mommy and daddy’s arms.

“Oh yeah,” heavy words breathed into your ear, a hunk of man now laying on top of you, cock pressing at your opening, “My pretty girl wants babies,” the wetness makes it easy for him to slide in— all the way in— bury deep, “I’m gonna give them to you. You’ve been so good.”

He’s moving, hips pushing and pulling as he cups your face in his hands, presses his forehead to yours, “I’m gonna fill you up,” he mutters, swollen lips brushing against yours, “Stuff you— full of— my, fuck,” a deep moan, another quick hiss as he bites his bottom lip, overcome by the warmth, the wet— the tight, “Fuck, you feel good.”

Feverish lips are on yours again, teeth nibbling as his hips shove into you. Soft and swift. A palm covering your breast, fingers pressing, kneading and working sensitive, responsive skin. Nipples hardening, heat blooming across an ardent canvas of skin, pulsing hips eager to meet his.

Chris cups your chin, pushes upward so you're forced to keep slitted eyes on him and him only, “You want my babies? Hmm? Tell me baby,” you can only whimper in response, digging your nails into his sides, drawing your legs up and around him as he plunges deep, “Come on honey, use those words. Tell me how much you want my babies.”

He fucks into you hard, jamming his hips just once— the sound of skin on skin slapping out loud and off the walls. It arches your back, the sudden, quick thrust. Sends you right up into his chest. Chris pulls you into his lap as he falls back on his ass, extending his legs, heels digging into the mattress as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close and tight, fingers spreading out on your back.

Hips roll into one another. Fingers grip his calf as you lean back, hot, sloppy lips on your chest, over and between bouncing tits. A taut nipple pulled right into his wet mouth. Slippery tongue swirling and flicking, teeth nibbling before he sucks on the tight nub, teasing it further.

Then he’s holding your hips, forcing you down onto his cock. More rushed, sticky words falling from swollen, red lips, “You want me to fill you up? Hmm? Tell me.”

Tears slip down your cheeks, overcome by it all. The emotion of it, the physicality of you and him tangled together— the words, how many years you’ve waited to hear those words.

“That’s right, sweet girl,” he purrs, thrusting harder, faster, “You want me to come in you, don’t you? You’d love it if I came in you, huh? Knocked you up? Gave you a baby?”

You kiss him hard. Cupping his face, moaning sweet into his wet mouth, “I want it,” it’s breathy— desperate, “I want it, Chris. I want it.”

“Then I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it all to you.”

It’s feverish after that. Pushing and pulling. Grunting, smacking— lips on lips, skin on skin. Large hands gripping, fingers pressing into the meat of thighs and calves and ass and tits. His fingers grip the meat of your thighs, your ass, slide up your back— around your neck as your head falls back. Those fingers find your mouth, push just inside as he wraps his other arm around your waist, pulling your hips closer, helping them rock.

His fingers are out of your mouth, cupping your cheek now. Smoothing hair out of your face as it strains. You try not to get loud, slam your eyes closed, purse your lips as your toes curl and stomach tightens… heart flutters.

“Oh no,” he murmurs, brushing his thumbs over your closed eyes before prodding at your lips, “Don’t do that, honey. I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that. Come on, let me hear you.”

“No, I—“

“Don’t be modest,” his tone shifts, going stern and deep, and that’s all it really takes for the noise to flow, “I wanna hear you.”

But he knew that.

It’s a sweet little hum, and then a gasp before it’s clipped by an obscenity— a shaky, desperate, filthy word that dissolves away into a loud groan and then… it’s all downhill from there.

You couldn’t hold it in if you tried. It’s been too long. A pent up aggression, a nervous need all finally working its way out of you. You pull him close— crush your chest against his, wrap two liquid arms around his neck, press your face right against his. Chris loops an arm around your waist, squeezing your opposite hip, pressing his fingers right into the soft skin until it hurts.

But it’s good, the pain of the squeeze. It helps you right over the edge, makes you finally cum after seven hundred and twenty seven days. Slow at first. A warmth just taking its time as it spreads. The feeling sort of foreign because it’s been so long— your brain hasn’t caught up just yet.

When it does catch up, brain and body finding each other, dormant synapses kicking on with a jolt, it’s not just a warmth. It’s molten now, searing and stirring, passing through veins and muscles and skin and bone— it’s that deep. Toes curling so hard they go numb, fingertips digging into his shoulders as you throw your head back.

You’re sure the scientists and military guards can hear you three floors down.

Chris leans in, hot, wet, shiny lips pressing against your chest, over your tits with sloppy kisses, hips still churning into yours until they just can’t. Wet walls closing in, clamping down as they spasm, that molten enveloping him. His hips freeze quick with the first spurt, but find a haphazard rhythm as he comes. Fills you up just like he promised.

He pushes those warm blooms of silk deep with now pointed, long strokes. Not a drop escaping— it’s all for you, after all. Supply and demand and all that.

The mattress is a dream beneath you. Inviting and soft as he lays you into it, still rooted deep as he rolls you onto your side. An arm snakes around your hip, a palm and long fingers anchoring in the center of your chest. A hot, flushed cheek presses against yours as lazy wet lips drag along the back of your neck. Languid thrusts at random intervals keeps you gasping as he tucks his knees and thighs into the backs of yours.

“Say it again,” you whisper after a few quiet minutes, breath still heavy, chest still heaving.

Chris plunges into you again, soft and sweet and deep, “Say what, honey?”

“That you won’t,” the words break off, a moan replacing them as he kisses a trail down your arm, fucks into you once, twice, three times, “That you won’t leave me again.”

“I’m not leaving you again.”

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When you wake up the next morning, that little whiteboard with the days scribbled on it is erased. All it says now?

Day one.

[mrslangdon666]

“Over My Knee” Hawthorne! Michael Langdon x reader smut + some aftercare at the end.

Warnings: Daddy kink, spanking, rough sex, biting, a little choking, light degrading, and more probably.

Summary: You interrupt Michael when he’s studying and he punishes you for being a slut. Afterwards, he gives you some sweet aftercare.

YOUR POV

You were so bored. Just sitting on Michael’s bed staring at the ceiling while he wrote down notes to “master” his magickal skills. You smirked to yourself as you got an idea to get his attention, though you’d likely end up getting punished. You looked at the back of his head, strawberry blonde wavy curls beautiful as ever.

“Daddyyyyy I’m bored. Play with me!” You said seductively to him. He stopped what he was doing and without turning around to look at you he said in annoyance

“Y/N, what have I told you about interrupting me when I study? Be a good little girl and shut your mouth.” You rolled your eyes and let out a dissatisfied groan. You decided next to at least take off your top, revealing your lacy black bra with red embellishments underneath. You made sure to make the fabric sound nice and loud when you removed it so Michael was sure to hear. Once you removed it, you got up and walked to him. When you arrived in the back of him, you decided to innocently start rubbing his stressed shoulders. As you worked the knots out, he let out a moan and the back of his head pushed into your soft breasts. He then turned around and looked straight into your eyes, not giving your tits any attention purposefully.

“What did I say? Look at you, acting like a common whore to get my attention. You’re being a bad girl. Do you know what happens to bad girls? Their daddies punish them.” He spoke dangerously.

“B-but daddy I didn’t mean any—“ He cut you off before you could try to innocently explain yourself.

“I don’t want to hear it. Over my knee, now.” He said authorstively. In your head, you silently congratulated yourself. This is what you wanted, Michael’s hands on your body, even if they were punishing you. He scooted out from beneath his desk and pulled you over his knee roughly, causing you to yelp. He pulled down both your pants and underwear abruptly and rubbed his strong hands on your ass.

“How many do you think you deserve?”

“Ummm five?” You said hopefully. He simply scoffed at your suggestion and spoke again.

“Fifteen it is.” And before you could react, his hand came down painfully on your right ass cheek. You screamed out unexpectedly and whimpered.

“Thank me after each one.” He said nonchalantly.

“Thank you daddy...” You said, defeated.

*SLAP* His hand came down again. Another five blows and tears started rolling down your cheeks. You sniffled and he grabbed your throat with his spare hand, squeezing tightly sending oxygen straight to your brain. He administered the rest of his spanks, and you were a crying mess. Your ass was welted red and blistered as he rubbed his hands soothingly over it.

“Daddy’s sorry babygirl. You know you have to be punished. Get up and look at me.” He said feeling almost a little bit of pity for you. You sat up and looked at him pitifully. He used the pad of his thumbs to wipe the tears that stained your cheek and kissed your lips gently.

“Poor thing. Do you want daddy to fuck that little pussy now?” He asked with a smirk. You nodded eagerly and reached down to feel his bulge. Rock hard. The size of his cock still amazed you, Satan truly had made him in his image. He groaned at your tough and threw you on the bed. He stripped himself of his clothing quickly and got between your legs, spreading them with his hands. He looked down at your cunt and grinned from ear to ear.

“Looks like you enjoyed your punishment despite your crying, little girl. I guess daddy will have to punish you again.” He said with a faked upset tone. He put two of his long fingers into his mouth, wetting them before pushing them inside you. He scissored them and put pressure on your g-spot. Michael always fingered you before fucking you, mostly because you never got used to the sheer size of his cock.

“Think you’re ready?” He asked you as he pulled his now glistening fingers out. You nodded. His cock was standing up now, the tip flustered and red-flushed. He lined up with your entrance, and slowly pushed into you. You cussed, which earned you a sharp slap to your clit.

“Watch that pretty mouth.” He said with a warning tone. He pushed the rest of his cock inside you, stretching your walls and hitting your cervix.

“That’s it, take daddy’s dick.” He mumbled cockily to himself more than you. Once you gave him the okay, he showed no mercy. He lifted your leg over his shoulder and pounded into you hard and fast, a crude slapping sound filling the air. You moaned loudly and he panted.

“Look at you, my little slut just loves being filled with my cock doesn’t she?” He asked teasingly as he pounded you harder implying he wanted an answer.

“Yes daddy! It feels so fucking good...please cum inside me.” You begged. He raised his eyebrow and reached down to rub your clit with his thumb, just like he knew you liked. You let out a low moan at this, feeling your orgasm approach now nearly there.

“Can I cum please? Oh please let me cum...” You pleaded. He flipped you over in doggy position, his cock not even slipping out from inside you. He continued to rub your clit as you were nearly there. Your pussy clenched and Michael felt it.

“Cum.” And with that, you came. The pleasure surged through you in hot relief and triggered Michael’s own orgasm. With sloppy thrusts, he emptied his seed inside of you, painting your walls in his hot cum. You would have colapsed if Michael hadn’t flipped you back over and layed you on top of his chest gently, stroking your back.

“That’s my good girl. Daddy’s proud of you sweetheart.” He cooed into your ear as you came down from your high. Once you calmed down, he sat up much to your disappointment. You whimpered and he spoke.

“I’m just going to get a washcloth and a glass of water for you baby. I’ll be right back, promise.” You layed in the luxurious bed and waited, feeling a dull ache between your legs. Oh yeah, you were definitely going to be sore. He entered the room and put the glass of cold water on the nightstand before using the warm washcloth to wipe the sweat off your forhead. You then, he dragged it down to inbetween your legs and you closed them immediently.

“Aw is my baby sore? Was daddy that rough? He’s sorry love.” He said softly, gently rubbing your pelvis. You nodded and he talked again.

“Can you open your legs for daddy so I can clean you up? I promise I’ll be really gentle, don’t you worry.” You did as he asked and he brought the now cool cloth to your core, and you had to admit it was soothing. He was quick and it was done before you knew it. He disappeared to dispose of the cloth once more before coming back to lay down with you. He layed behind you, being the big spoon. Michael moved your hair over to give you a big smooch on the cheek and pull you closer to him. He saw that you were now asleep in his arms and smiled to himself before drifting off too.

*Authors note: For the love of Satan I cannot write mean! Michael without aftercare. He’s a softie at heart and so am I...Hope you enjoyed! Send in requests!

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paws of paradise - chapter 3 {bangtan ot7 x reader}

hi!!!!!!!! it's been a little longer than i thought to update this, but here it is! it's also summer so updates hopefully will be more frequent as i dont have school to worry about!

as per usual, i'd appreciate comments, thoughts, suggests, anons, anything! have a great day!

~silver🤍🌙

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Thinking.

That was what (Y/N) was doing, and had been doing for the past- How long had it been? The coldness that crept up onto Jimin had only happened yesterday, but the guilt overwhelmed her the more that she had thought about it. It felt like the incident had happened days ago when all she could think about was the crestfallen look Jimin had given her before he raced out of her shop.

It wasn’t his fault that he looked at Taehyung like he hung the stars in the sky. He was a gorgeous man, not to mention the genuine kindness he had shown any person he came across. It was hard to admit, but she had been very obviously jealous. Not only did that embarrass her, but it also made her feel worse for thinking those awful things about a dog owner just wanting to get his precious baby’s hair cut.

She decided to close the shop for today, officially saying she “needed more supplies”, but privately she knew she would not be able to focus.

Oh my god, Yoongi definitely saw her acting like a fool too! The blood that had flooded her cheeks seemed to swirl restlessly even more, just begging to be noticed and called out. He luckily hadn’t mentioned anything, probably to spare the shame she would feel in the moment.

Poor Jimin… He hadn’t done anything.... (Y/N) was being selfish and she recognized it as soon as they made eye contact. His appearance had startled her.

“Jimin! Hey..” (Y/N) started nervously as she saw the man enter through the back door like he usually did. He seemed shocked that he had been found so quickly, but awkwardly smiled back at his coworker.

“Oh. Yeah, hey.” Jimin said shortly. His curt tone had honestly hurt (Y/N) a little bit, but she took in a small breath and persevered.

‘It’s your fault he’s being distant,’ a horrible voice whispered in the back of her head. ‘He deserves more than you, someone better… someone more like Taehyung.’ It whispered again.

“I am so sorry about yesterday… I didn’t mean to dismiss you like that, I just- well, I got some bad news?” her last sentence sounded more like a question than an excuse, but Jimin had obviously softened after hearing her jittery voice.

“(Y/N), it’s not a problem. It did hurt my feelings, but I’m glad you’re telling me this now. I wish you would’ve told me earlier, but I won’t force you to tell me anything you don’t want to,” his smooth voice had felt like honey to her ears, slowly melting all her fears and anxieties that she had about not being forgiven.

Unfortunately, they quickly appeared again when rethinking her shitty excuse.

How was she supposed to explain that the “bad news” she had received was watching the man in front of her look so happy with someone else? It was an awful excuse and Jimin might be worried about her. (Y/N) would have to tell Jimin more about it later, she figured. All she had cared about at this point was just to get on speaking terms with her crush-- no. Her coworker.

“Thank you so much. Seriously. I don’t know what I would do without you, Jiminie.” (Y/N) tried to express her sincerity, but she was never the best with words anyways. It was all that she could muster up even with her head clogged with the image of Taehyung and Jimin practically glowing as they stared at each other.

Still, Jimin could seemingly read into her soul, knowing that she was as genuine as she could be through her words. She could not take her eyes off his kind eyes and perfectly shaped eyebrows and structured face and plump lips and...

“You know I’d do anything to help you, honey. All you need to do is to say the words.”

Pulse quickening and face warming, (Y/N) knocked herself out of her trance once the word “honey” had left Jimin’s lips. Maybe this little work crush was turning out to be a little bigger than she thought…

She giggled like an airhead in response, and if Jimin had seen the bright flush that had spread across her face and neck, he didn’t show any signs other than a slight smirk.

“This is kinda sudden, but um… Can I hug you?” (Y/N) shyly asked. If Jimin’s excited face said anything, the warm hug that had enveloped her completely confirmed everything she thought she saw.

He gently cradled her head in one hand as his other arm pulled her into his surprisingly built chest from the shoulders. He smelled of vanilla and another gentle sweet scent that (Y/N) couldn't put her finger on. It didn’t matter now. What did matter, though, was the feeling of Jimin’s head digging into the top of her head and how he deeply inhaled. Letting out a content hum, (Y/N) wrapped both her arms around his waist and snuggled into the crook of his neck.

“Out of curiosity… where did you have to go yesterday?” (Y/N) asked into Jimin’s neck. He shivered for a split second, before responding:

“Oh, Taehyung asked me if I wanted to spend the day together. That’s why I popped in yesterday, he told me we could meet up in the shop then grab some food or someth- is everything okay?” Jimin’s perplexed and concerned voice inquired above her.

As soon as he said Taehyung, (Y/N) froze up. He skipped work, where he would be with her and the cute dogs and be getting paid, just to see Taehyung.

‘It doesn’t mean that much,’ she tries to reassure herself. ‘He’s just wanting to see possibly the most gorgeous man you have ever seen in your life. It means nothing.’

‘Liar. He doesn’t want to hang out with you.’ The mean voice in her head spat back.

“(Y/N)?” Jimin tried to pull away and bent down to see her face. “Was it something I said?”

“NO! I mean, no. I’m just. Glad you got to get out for the day. How was it?” (Y/N) forced herself to smile and look back into Jimin’s furrowed eyebrows.

“I guess it was good, but I was still pretty worried about you. Are you sure you’re okay…?” Jimin tried again, but (Y/N) shook her head defiantly.

“Yes, I’m sure I’m good right now. Give me the juicy deets about you and Tae yesterday!” (Y/N) once again forced herself into the supportive best friend role. Jimin deserves a great person to be with him, and if that person is Kim Taehyung before it’s her, she will help her coworker in any way she could.

(Why did it hurt so much when she referred to Jimin as her coworker?)

A blush formed its way across his cheeks as he thought about the patience his TaeTae showed him after he was swamped with thoughts of (Y/N) and if she was ok.

“It was really nice… he’s a great guy and I really like being with him. He just- he gets me in ways I feel like nobody else does, y’know?” Jimin softly admits as he finds a seat next to one of the grooming stations.

(Y/N) feels faint. She basically crumbles onto the ground right in front of Jimin. She looks up at him expectantly, waiting for more information that would completely destroy her heart.

‘That was you. You were the person who got me as nobody else has.’ She thought somberly, wishing she could voice out her feelings to Jimin. ‘Was I not enough?’

“He’s so patient and understanding and… I could talk about him all day,” Jimin sighs dreamily as he rests his beautiful cheek into his palm, “It might be a little soon, but I think he might be my soulmate.”

(Y/N) physically recoiled. This was the slap in her face that she had been expecting, but him voicing his feelings was like a horrible moment of finality. She tried to play her flinch off as getting dog hair off her clothes, and Jimin hadn’t even thought twice about it.

Fuck. That cut way too deep, way more than she had prepared for. She keeps her head low so Jimin can’t try to make any eye contact.

“I’m really happy for you Jiminie.” (Y/N) says dully, but with some sincerity. “You seem to be so much happier when he’s around. You deserve this.”

Jimin’s adorable teeth flashed at her as a full smile graced his already perfect face. “You really think so? Wait, is it that obvious?!”

“You look at each other like you’re meant to be. You two must be soulmates!” (Y/N) grits out despite the tears wanting to well. “You have to tell him and let me know what happens!!”

“I’m gonna call him and see if he wants to hang out again tonight! You’re the best, honey, I love you!” he shouts as he runs out of the back.

She can’t even manage a response as she walks to the back door, shuts it, and locks it.

(Y/N) can’t see straight. She can’t think straight either, as she whips out her cell phone and dials the first contact she sees on her phone. She hadn’t even meant to call anyone, truly, but it was too late to stop her sluggish mind from pressing onto a name.

“Hello?” Min Yoongi answers the phone. A response doesn’t come, except for a loud sniffle and another sob. “(Y/N)-ssi? What’s wrong?”

The dog groomer barely knows this man, how he even got into her contacts was beyond her, but all she wanted was somebody next to her.

“Can you- can- come here please? The shop?” (Y/N) barely got the words out of her sore throat but Yoongi seems to understand them.

“I- Ok, I’ll be there in about 10 minutes. Do you want to stay on the line with me?” he asks the sobbing girl gently. His soft voice was soothing and nice, but it didn’t matter much.

She couldn’t respond. Her head was filled with three words. Three words that meant so much that hurt so much just because of the context.

I love you.

Taunting and repeating in her head for seemingly hours, until the front door jingled. She saw Yoongi burst into the store quickly and that was the last thing she saw before she closed her puffy and swollen eyes.

[forkanna]

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NOTES: Wow, that was quite a response to just reposting the prologue! Hopefully you all enjoy the rest of this fic as much as you've been anticipating it; I know it's been a lot of buildup to it, unintentionally I promise you. Here you go, better late than... well, you get it.

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The next morning had been a hard one for Anna. School just felt strained and weird without knowing for sure where her mother was. Punz helped her through it, and she managed to do most of her classwork, but her mind kept wandering off.

Tomorrow was the earliest they could report her missing to the police. Of course, she had a feeling that it wouldn't matter one way or the other, but it was the strongest hope that she and her father had. Knowing what they knew about time travel, they had refrained from calling John or Wendy for the time being; she might come back.

She had to come back.

So when she walked into the living room after school and saw her mother sitting on the couch, looking quite weary but whole, safe, normal, she ran into her arms. It didn't even occur to her to ask about her father, or what she was doing there, or anything else. Need overrode curiosity.

"MOM! Oh my god… oh Mom, you completely freaked me out, I didn't know what happened!"

Elsa wrapped her arms around Anna, hugging back just as a tight as a sound halfway between a laugh and a sigh spilled from her lips. "My angel… I'm so sorry for worrying you like that. Really."

Anna felt her eyes well with tears. She had been unwilling to truly face the idea that Elsa was truly gone, but seeing her here threw into sharp relief just how much she had been terrified. Her arms grew tired as she held on, but there was nothing that could make her let go. Not at this moment. Even the mere thought had her arms tightening their hold, squeezing just a little harder.

"Please don't leave again," she said softly. "Not- not without telling me first. Dad- Dad came home last night and we were gonna go to the cops and-"

"Shh…." Elsa hushed her, inhaling deeply. "I promise I'll never do that again without telling you. I'm so sorry, Anna."

Tearfully, Anna drew her head back, just enough so she could look in Elsa's eyes. "Where did you go? Did I… did I do something?"

Oh God. Elsa could see the forty-something version of her daughter, asking that same exact question. "No, no, baby. No you didn't do anything."

"But you just left me…" Anna's words, cracked and small, were also so heartfelt. So sincere in their pain that it made Elsa want to cry, too. How could she even have thought of giving this up? Of leaving the person who, truthfully, had become her entire world?

"I waited until the day your father would come home. That way, you wouldn't be without someone to… look out for your well-being, no matter what came to pass."

Clearing her throat and sniffling, Anna pulled back and gazed at her mother. "What… came to… Mom, what happened? Where did you go?"

"I was figuring some things out. Took a few weeks. And I've come to some decisions." She took a deep breath, then let it out very slowly before she took both of Anna's hands. "I'm not leaving you."

"Okay. I'm… b-but you made it sound like you… wanted to?"

"Not 'wanted'. But I thought it might be best." She released her hands. "However, there are going to have to be a few changes around here."

Still incredibly relieved at not losing her mother, Anna slumped downward. Then she said, "Okay, okay. You want me to stop hitting on you? Is that pretty much it?"

Elsa nodded slightly. "For now. I'm… willing to revisit that at a later date, but you have to promise me something. From now until you are in college, this stops. We have to learn to keep our hands to ourselves. It's going to be difficult, I know; we've already proven that it will be. But that's very important to me. You might technically be of age, but… you're my child, and you live in my house. There's no pretending that won't affect which of us has the power in a… in… well, in a romantic relationship."

"O-oh." Anna wasn't sure what to say. This sounded like bad news, but it also sounded like there was some good news attached. "But… what about when I'm in college?"

Only now did Elsa smile slightly. "Depends. I want you to really take this time to think hard about you and I. We both will. And we'll try our best to be a normal family. I'm never, ever going to stop loving you!" Her smile faltered slightly, and she looked away with red cheeks. "And if, once you're out on your own, not… being 'parented' by me, you still want to be something more than mother and daughter… we can try that. I know it's a long time-"

"Oh, Mom," she breathed, crushing her with her arms again, sore as they still were. "God! Of course, I… oh I'm sorry, I'm so dumb, I kept trying to… I d-don't know, I'm stupid, I'm so stupid!"

"Shhhhhh." It was soothing and sweet, and she kissed the crown of her head. Anna hummed a little through her tears, glad for the gentle gesture. "It's okay. Everything's okay, Anna; you're going to be just fine."

"B-but what if we try it, and I hurt you somehow? Make you sad th-that your daughter is… disgusting?"

"Don't ever think that. Even if I've been a little disgusted by your desires, by my own, that does not mean I think you are 'bad' or… or anything! And it never did. Do you hear me, sweetie? You'll always be my sweet Anna, whether or not I can handle you being my Tori at the same time. Always."

With renewed vigour, Anna hugged her mother so aggressively. Elsa returned the expression – and, where once she would have hesitated, now there was no sign of that reluctance. It was just what Anna needed.

"I should… really call Punz," she said finally. "Let her know what happened."

Elsa's lips quirked. "I should probably ring your father," she said. Still, neither of them moved. If anything, Anna seemed unable to stop herself pressing closer.

"What if… what if I can't?" she whispered. Even in that low tone, it was obvious she was scared – terrified – of something. "You want me to stop until college, but what if I can't? Or, if I slip up? Mom, I can't lose you just because my balls get ahead of my brain sometimes."

Squeezing tight for a second, Elsa chuckled and closed her eyes. "Accidents happen…" she began. It wasn't good enough.

"No! How can we trust that it would even be an accident when I want you so bad? It hurts, Mom!" Anna sniffled. "It hurts to have you so close sometimes when I want so much more but you… don't…"

"Anna, listen to me." Elsa had Anna's face clasped in her hands, giving her the ability to look directly into her eyes. "You have no idea how much I want you. But right now is the wrong moment. For you, for me… and sweetheart, you need to think of Punz, too. That girl adores you. And-" Elsa lowered her voice, though she smiled now, too. "I would love to be her mother one day, too. Well, mother-in-law."

"That still doesn't solve this problem," Anna said. Her words were monotone, but she felt herself blushing at Elsa's suggestion. It was easier to deflect than it was to think on the future and whether or not Punz would be part of hers.

"You're right. But I guess what I've realised is… this problem is not worth me leaving you behind. I want to work on it together. And if we slip up again, we will deal with it like adults. We aren't animals who have no willpower."

"Are you sure?" she asked with a weak laugh. "You came pretty close that morning."

At that, Elsa leaned in and whispered, "I really did. I was very close." The double meaning made Anna's cheeks grow yet rosier. "But I'm serious; I won't try that while I'm 'in charge' of you. That's not right. Even if we try to treat each other equally, we can't be equals until you're out on your own. And I'm not going to let you drop out of school or anything like that, before you ask," she warned.

"Damn, you caught me," Anna hissed, and Elsa chuckled. "Still Mom with your freakin' parenting chess moves, ten steps ahead. Man… that's so long, though."

"Is it? I know it seems that way to you, because you're young."

Sighing, Anna admitted, "Maybe not. And you're right, like… the past couple of weeks have been great! Not just the parts where we flirted, but everything. All three of us hanging out together was nice, too."

"See? We can make that work. And as I said, if I know you're making advances on purpose, then I will have to leave until you've graduated. Just for my own sanity, and to make sure I don't hurt you – and then I'll come back. But a few slip-ups here and there can be forgiven, Anna."

Anna's hand stroked up and down Elsa's side for a moment. Again, she didn't flinch away, but she started to look a little less comfortable, so Anna stopped. "Okay. I… don't really get the whole 'I can't be in charge while we're dating' thing, because like, you parenting me is totally separate. But I do trust you, Mom. So… so I can try it."

"Not as separate as it should be. But thank you, Anna," Elsa said honestly. She was smiling, too, so that was a good sign. "Now I really must contact your father." She got up and was halfway to the kitchen before Anna spoke.

"Hey, Mom?" she asked. Elsa turned.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

Suddenly, Anna felt very gun-shy and guilty. Like she was going to ask her mother for a treat after her father had already said no. "Can I ask a favour?"

"Of course!" Elsa turned more fully towards her daughter, and Anna felt her mouth grow dry. Just for a second, but it was more than enough, really.

Swallowing hard around a lump in her throat, Anna looked away. "Can I… have a kiss?"

Her mother answered with a sigh, but it was more weary than truly upset. "That would seem to defeat the purpose of giving us this dry period, wouldn't it? Unless you just mean a cheek-kiss."

"I didn't," she admitted readily. "Um… and I do kinda get what you mean? Cooling off to make sure this is what we really want, cause we can't put the toothpaste back in the tube. But like, I already did that. The past couple weeks were me trying not to feel things for you, and it didn't work. But if you want to try for longer…"

"I think, if a few more months go by and you still want me the way you did a couple of days ago, then it will prove that we're really intended to be that for each other. And if the feelings fade for you, then won't it be better that we never went too far? That we never… crossed the line that cannot be uncrossed?"

Anna was having trouble wrapping her mind around what Elsa was trying to get through to her. What would be the difference at this point? She already let her go down on her once before, even if it was her younger self and not this mother standing in front of her now. But she supposed there was probably some wisdom in this plan that she simply hadn't considered.

"Just tonight," Anna whispered very quietly. "Like, to get it out of my system. Then tomorrow, we can go back to 'Mom' and 'daughter' and all that, and… see where we end up when I go to college. And I know, I sound like an ungrateful brat, and it's demanding, a-and… I'm sorry. But I think it'll drive me nuts if I never get to touch you from now until I'm out of the house!"

"It's not a good idea, Anna." But she relented. "Fine. But you have to make all the moves. I already basically attacked you in 1985, and now that I really am your mother…"

That part, Anna could understand. Especially after she explained the whole 'being in charge' aspect; if she was worried about wielding power over Anna, she would give it all to her. Smiling, Anna placed her hands on Elsa's waist. "Just a kiss. Maybe it won't even feel right and we won't have to worry about anything more."

Both seemed to realise at the same moment how silly a thought that was. Anna could feel it already, that pull. Her mouth was no longer than dry – no, she was almost salivating at the thought of doing this again. Her cheeks warmed and her heart picked up, trotting in her chest as she took a step closer.

"Just a kiss," Elsa echoed, though her voice had suddenly lost its power.

Biting the inside of her cheek, Anna leaned forward. Elsa wasn't much taller than her – wasn't much taller than she had been in '85 – but still Anna missed. Her lips found Elsa's chin, and Elsa let out a snort of what could have been laughter.

Anna didn't correct herself upward, however. Contrarily, she moved away from Elsa's lips, grazing hers down to lave at her mother's throat.

"Anna…" Elsa tried. It was meant to be a warning, but instead it came out hoarse and throaty. A small noise slipped from Anna as she wrapped her hands more solidly around Elsa's waist. It was more of a hug now, and it had the side effect – intended or not – of bringing them even closer together.

Eyes sliding shut, Anna merely enjoyed the taste of her mother's skin. She felt gentle fingers tangling in her hair, and was prepared for when Elsa tugged her away. Even if it was a gentle distancing.

"This isn't quite what we agreed to," she sighed nervously. But she could see her mother was uncertain. Guilty. There had to be a way she could remove that guilt. What would make this woman she adored more comfortable with her how much she adored her?

"Elsa… you can call me 'Tori' tonight if you want," she murmured. "If that makes it easier. I could even dress up in 80s clothes or something? Like… since the whole problem is me being your daughter, I could be her instead."

At that, Elsa let out a soft laugh. "I didn't know we were doing an all-night affair. But… well…"

"Well?" Anna asked after a few seconds passed and her mother didn't finish the thought.

"I did ask Kristoff to get a hotel room. Give us space enough to figure things out." Anna drew back to see Elsa looking ashamed, but also smiling very slightly. "Not that this was what I had in mind. Just wanted to be prepared for any… eventuality."

For a few seconds, Anna had to suppress the tingles burbling up through her body. From very specific places. Elsa had planned for them to sleep together. Not as an intention, but a precaution – though that was still more than she had hoped lips pushed into Elsa's neck again, hearing a sigh. Then she whispered, "What if I just keep kissing? All over?"

"An- Tori," she corrected, and Anna smiled against her neck.

"You don't have to do anything back. I'm good. But… I want to try this out. See how far I can get before you need me to stop. Or before I need to stop."

"Let's just stick to kissing above the waist." When Anna pulled back to grin at her, head starting to duck downward, she hastily added, "Above the shoulders! Jesus Christ, how did I raise such an opportunist?"

"You didn't; the other Anna probably wasn't as bad as me. And she also wasn't as hot for you as me…" Knowing she was pushing her luck, she leaned up to whisper into Elsa's ear, "And I'm pretty hot for you right now."

Elsa let out a sharp breath that was probably covering something else. "Anna…" she tried one last time. This one felt breathier and needier than before, and Anna could feel the warmth pooling just below her navel.

"I just want you," Anna said softly. "To touch you… in whatever way you let me." Her hips rolled very slightly against Elsa's – not enough for any real friction, but certainly enough to give truth to her words. Elsa gave out another shuddering breath. "But for now, a kiss will do…"

And she did just that, sealing their lips together once more. Elsa sank down into it as if it were a warm bath, perhaps grateful that she no longer had to speak. It didn't really matter.

Slowly, Anna began to back away, leading them back to the couch. It seemed safer than heading for one of the bedrooms. It took Elsa a moment to realise what she was doing, but when she finally caught on she wasted no time in guiding Anna. Despite what she had said, she seemed to be a little less willing to stop now.

But finally they were seated, a strange parody of that moment in Doc's car. Anna had little doubt that she wanted to try paying her mother back for what she had done there, either. Hopefully Elsa felt the same.

Anna slipped her tongue between Elsa's lips, and she only groaned and accepted it with her own, leaning back until she was lying on the couch with Anna over her. Her arms never tightened around Anna, and she never gripped her shoulders; only laid her hands gently on her biceps. Seemed she was deadly serious about not making any 'moves', after all.

When they broke apart again, Anna's hips still grinding, Elsa warned her breathlessly, "This is… more than a kiss."

"Yeah. But hey… tonight is our night, huh? Like, the last one to be Tori and Elsa."

"It is. Even though we aren't going as far as you think we're going," she told her, resolve returning as she pointed a finger up at her.

"Right, I get it. So…" Biting her lip, she got up from the couch, leaving Elsa briefly confused. "Let's do it. Let's dress up."

What an adorable blush crept into the middle-aged woman's features. "Oh, you… were serious about that?"

Dancing backward a little, she said, "Remember that outfit I made you buy? The one that you said you wouldn't wear out of the house, short-shorts and crop top? You can put that on, and I'll find some stuff in my closet that makes me look really… different. Really Tori for you. And I'll change my hair, and wear the shoes from the dance!"

"Oooh," Elsa sighed at the mention of the shoes. Apparently, that was such a strong tie to the memory of going down on Anna that it instantly heated her up. Then she cleared her throat. "Well… I suppose it wouldn't hurt to simply look the parts. Might help create necessary boundaries."

She knew what her mother really meant; it would help assuage her guilt if they were recreating the past, instead of forging a new, sinful future. Clapping her hands, she started to head for the hallway. "You just wait! This is gonna be amazing!"

"I hope you're right," Elsa chuckled as she started to follow her. They were both going the same way, after all. "But I just wanted to reiterate..."

Hesitation. So she prompted, "What?"

"No matter what happens… I'm always going to love you. That was never in danger at any point, Anna."

"I know. Don't worry, we got this. Promise-promise."

"Now, that sounds familiar..."

Anna had no way of knowing what Elsa meant; she hadn't said it yet, after all. But she was all smiles as she retreated to her room with glee, only sparing Elsa one last glance over her shoulder to see her mother was standing in the doorway to her own room with a bemused smile on her blushing features.

Still so beautiful.

                                         To Be Continued…

[jihyuncompass]

RFA+V+Saeran with a sick MC

I realize this concept has been done to death by this point but I really wanted to take a shot at it, I’m still learning how to write headcanons and find my own style so I hope you enjoy! 

Zen/Hyun 

This man doesn’t get sick are you kidding? 

Not only does Zen heal at an inhuman speed but despite drinking and smoking frequently he has the immune system of a God. 

So when you’re sick he isn’t super familiar with all the remedies and things to do when someone is sick. 

One thing he is good at though is giving you attention and affection. 

Need some cuddles? All you have to do is ask and he’s all over you. 

Doesn’t like seeing you sick and unhappy but he does like how cute you look when you’re asleep curled up with a blanket on the couch or in bed. 

Makes you some tea to help soothe your sore throat and holds you close while you drink it. 

He’ll feel extraordinarily guilty if he has to leave you to go to rehearsal or a show but expect for him to come back and immediately give you hugs and kisses to try and make up for his absence. 

He loves you so much and isn’t scared of getting sick himself. So expect him to be just as affectionate with you as you would be in full health. 

Yoosung

He kinda knows what to do to help you?

(He calls his Mom)

Makes you some soup that his mom would make him when he wasn’t feeling well. 

Obviously buys you medicine, he doesn’t have a lot of money but he’ll get the store brand stuff that hopefully will be just as effective. 

Encourages you to rest by watching him play LOLOL 

It’s pretty fun to watch you can’t deny that. 

He’s kinda afraid of getting sick himself so he’s careful around you. He spends a lot of the time that you’re sick cleaning. 

However he can’t help cuddling with you a little bit, even if it puts him at risk. 

He’s not the best at taking care of someone who isn't feeling well but he genuinely tries his best to help you feel better and comfort you at the same time. He’s inexperienced but always has his heart in the right place. 

Probably gets the same sickness after you. Now it’s your turn. 

Jaehee

Jaehee gets sick, but she doesn’t have the time to be sick so she is the type to take a dayquil and then get to work. 

Even after she stops working at C&R and starts her cafe she still is really bad about taking sick days for herself. 

However that isn’t going to fly with you, Jaehee isn’t going to allow you to become a slave to capitalism that she already is. 

When you wake up with a sore throat and a coughing fit so bad that you can barely catch your breath, Jaehee is next to you patting your back until you're coughing fit subsides. 

She makes you a hot mug of tea. 

Considering she owns a cafe the tea she makes is definitely the best cup of tea you’ve had in your entire life. 

She decides to close the cafe for a day to take care of you so that means you get Jaehee all to yourself :)

Musicals all day long, you start working through Zen’s entire musical career while you cuddle together on the couch.

She definitely tries not to get sick herself but you may notice her sniffling a few days later. 

Jumin 

Kind of a mix of Jaehee and Zen, he doesn’t get sick often and when he does he will do everything in his power to try and hide it.

As we all know Jumin is rather protective over you so the second he notices you coughing or your voice sounding raspy his personal private doctor is called and on his way. 

Doesn’t matter if it’s a minor stomach bug or something more serious, with Jumin it is taken extremely seriously.

The chef makes the best meals for you, if he has to go to work then he’ll have the best in-home care nurse come and look after you while he’s gone. 

Though he would feel much more comfortable staying home with you and tending to you himself no matter how long it takes (Sorry Jaehee :( )

You’re given the best medicine money can buy, and the best husband in the world so even if it takes a while to feel better you can’t complain too much. 

Jumin is a careful man so he doesn’t get sick after you, it’s honestly kind of impressive. 

Seven/Saeyoung

Surprisingly good at taking care of you. 

He did have to take care of Saeran when he was sick as a little kid so you guess he has some experience. 

You’re stuck in bed the entire time you’re sick. Don’t even think about getting up. 

If you do Seven’s right there bringing you back and insisting you rest. He’s watching you through the CCTV cameras he keeps in the bunker. He knows.

Can’t cook for shit but he’ll try. 

And then he’ll ruin whatever he tries to make so he ends up calling Vanderwood for help. 

He’s very gentle with you he’ll get you anything you need, spend as much time as possible with you, and if he’s stuck working and can’t be with you directly he’ll build you a robot to keep you company. 

On a joking note he’ll definitely bring you all your food, medicine, and drinks wearing either his maid outfit or the brand new nurse one he bought just for occasions like this. 

(He looks great ngl) 

He’ll only respond to you if you call him “nurse” just to tease you. 

Very good at keeping your spirits up when you aren’t feeling your best. He’ll probably get sick after you too but it doesn’t matter to him. 

V/Jihyun

Activate worried Jihyun mode

V notices that you’re sick pretty quickly. 

If you try and insist that you’re fine, you don’t need to rest, you don’t need to take the day off. He isn't going to force you to lay down. 

He will however give you his saddest, most concerned expression that makes your heart break into a thousand pieces so you voluntarily get back in bed. 

V gets sick the normal amount any person does. He’s usually down for a couple days but then he’s right back at it. He hopes you’re the same way.

This man can’t handle seeing you unwell for long. 

Would definitely work from home to look after you. 

In general he’s very doting, he’s willing to go to the ends of the Earth to make sure you’re taken care of. 

Makes you lots of cups of tea and makes you drink a lot of water to help you feel better 

He tends to worry about overstepping your boundaries so if you want cuddles or any kind of physical affection you’re going to need to ask him for it. 

But once you do he’ll be by your side immediately, rubbing your back, cuddling with you or anything you want. 

He might get sick after you but if he does you’ll take good care of him like he did for you. 

Saeran

Saeran is no stranger to being sick, as a kid he was sick a lot and after continuous use of Elixir while at Mint Eye his immune system is pretty bad. 

He’s used to being sick but he absolutely hates it when you are. 

He feels useless just seeing you coughing and shivering and not being able to do anything about it. 

He’ll cook you anything he can think of that would help you feel better, hot soup with fresh herbs, hot tea and juice, homemade bread, anything he can think of he’s making for you. 

He knows that logically he should keep his distance because he’ll definitely get sick if he stays too close to you but he can’t be away from you for long. 

In general he isn’t one to initiate any physical affection and the same goes for when you’re sick. You need to tell him what you want, and that it’s okay for him to be close to you. 

While you’re sick it’s hard not to notice Ray peeking out a bit, that anxiousness, the worry, the shyness. 

No matter how anxious he is he’ll push through it for you, you’re his prince(ss) after all.

[x-ratedkpop]

Kingdom Come

Word Count: 1872

Estimated Reading Time: 7 Minutes

Trigger Warnings: Spanking, Dirty Talk, Rope Play, Degradation

Inspired By: Kingdom Come by Red Velvet

Admin Note: This is dedicated to the most wonderful admin, Admin NiNi, who has supported this blog while I’ve gone through the most. Thank you for being such a reliable admin and friend. I love you and I hope we’re friends for many more years to come. Enjoy - Admin Baek

“I got you, you got me; love you till kingdom come.”

Spoiler: “Does it hurt?” Delicate fingers wrapped around your wrist as he softly eyed you. “I told you already I’m comfortable.” You uttered, cheeks hot as he stared at you, his lustful look hidden behind his concern, “Jongin seriously I’m comfortable, I wouldn’t lie to you about something as serious as this.” Your assurance gave him relief as he dimmed the lights wanting to relax further into the mood. 

For months he endured the pleasurable yet boring sex the two of you had, he truly enjoyed being inside you, he loved to hear you call out for him and he loved to hear your moans and cries but it was always missing something and one day he finally snapped and sat you down, “Y/N, we need to talk,” your heard had never beat so fast, your boyfriend of two years was about to break it off, he was going to leave you for sure there was no doubt about it. “Don’t sit me down if you’re just going to leave me.” Sniffles and breaks of your words instantly betrayed you and your voice, “No! God No Y/N. I just wanted to talk about our more uhm, how do I say this, our more intimate moments.”

Horror.

He should’ve just broken up with you, being broken up with is better than being told you aren’t performing well in bed. “No, not that way either Y/N, I’m satisfied in bed but it’s not what I’m used to, you’re great in bed I just feel like I’m the one underperforming because this isn’t like me.” Was he it’s not you, it’s me’ ing you, he definitely did not underperform in bed if anything he overperformed and left your body spent, left you exhausted and instantly ready to fall asleep. Hell, he left your body sore for at least four maybe five hours the next day but he was the one underperforming.

“What do you mean?” He fumbled for a bit before he sat quietly, you joining shortly after still waiting on his response. He was seriously dead quiet, “I’m not a vanilla person,” if your face could make any other face other than horror while looking at him you wished it was now but you couldn’t help it. “What do you mean by you aren’t vanilla Jongin.” Last time the term vanilla had run through your vocabulary this way you were reading the latest Fifty Shades book, “so you’re into the whole spanking and daddy thing?” He chuckled softly but you looked at him with stark seriousness, “daddy kink no, spanking yes.” and that is how the two of you ended up talking for five hours past midnight about kinks and what you felt was an absolute no and what you were comfortable in trying.

It was your three year anniversary today, just three weeks ago you and Jongin spoke about his more intricate side in the bedroom and now you were hoisted up, rope specifically made for this delicately tied around your body; everything about you vulnerable and compliant. “Does it hurt?” Delicate fingers wrapped around your wrist as he softly eyed you. “I told you already I’m comfortable.” You uttered, cheeks hot as he stared at you, his lustful look hidden behind his concern, “Jongin seriously I’m comfortable, I wouldn’t lie to you about something as serious as this.” Your assurance gave him relief as he dimmed the lights wanting to relax further into the mood.

“You know I’ll love you till Kingdom Come,” you nodded his words giving you the last bit of your own assurance that your lover would never take this too far. He’d taken you to a sense store and the two of you browsed through different ropes, different utensils and Jongin was patient and helped you understand what everything was and explained what it was used for. Everything you brought home that day was laid on a table he’d bought specifically for this moment and it slowly disappeared from view when Jongin blindfolded you depriving you of your sight.

“Relax, I got you.” He assured once more before gently running his hand along your naked frame, “You’re so pretty like this, I should’ve confessed sooner if it would allow me to hoist you up like this, your legs open, cunt dripping and ready.” It was like a switch was turned on, your everyday Jongin was gone and this new Jongin was here; his voice was like silk and the way he was so silent put a fun fear in your heart that you knew only he would be able to instill in you. “I don’t want you to speak unless you’re spoken to and when you are I only want to hear yes sir or no sir, understand.” A quaint ‘yes sir’ left your lips followed by a loud yelp, you hadn’t even registered what happened until you felt his hand gently caressing the soreness of your behind.

You’d established Red as the safe word earlier and you locked that in your mind and he promised all activity would stop the moment you were uncomfortable but you were positive it wouldn’t be used tonight with the way he was already handling you. “Clenching on nothing just so desperate for my cock, hm?” An embarrassing whine left your lips as he continued to move in silence; a soft hum began to echo in the room, your mind desperately searching for what that sound could possibly be but Jongin didn't give you enough time to guess before he gave you the answer.

The hum belonged the rabbit vibrator he’d told you about and Jongin was slowly pressing the toy inside you causing your head to drop forward in pleasure, soft whines being carried like music to his ears. The best part hadn’t even come, the bunny ears of the vibrator wrapped around your clit so gracefully it made the world spin. Rocking your hips as best as your could, Jongin slowly began to pump the vibrator, “I’m being nice,” he cooed, “usually I’d pull this away the moment you’d try to take control but you look so sweet like this I can’t help but allow you to continue.” He upped the speed, your moans now consisted of his name and pleas for him to add more pace to the thrust of the toy. “Oh my god Jongin,” you cried out as your body tensed, first orgasm nearing but Kim ‘I’m being nice’ Jongin had other plans as he pulled away the toy, “I did not say how nice now did I.”

You wanted to yell at him, tell him he was being unfair but you weren’t stupid, this was Jongin, he would make this night longer and longer the less you complied. “No cumming until I say so.” You definitely wanted to put him under you, his tongue was his holy grail and the only way to shut him up was by forcing him to use it and it just so happened that riding his face was your favorite and most used practice but you were hoisted up and that was no longer an option.

“Sir please,” you begged, breaking the rules to speak to him but that only made him chuckle, a dead silence falling afterward that scared you, “what was he even doing, “Jongin?” You asked timidly but instead of an answer you were met with his thumb parting your lips, “Speaking twice without being spoken to, I told you very clearly that I didn’t like that baby, now I have to make you understand.” What did he even mean by that, you didn’t let him buy the gag because it scared you, so how would he get this so-called point of his across?

“Open,” he muttered as the familiar feeling of his cock pressing against your lips shocked you. Your lips parted and the usual slow Jongin was absent, his cock was already at the back of your throat, the abrupt movement making you gag. “Speak when spoken to were my exact words if I do recall clearly,” his words were breathy as he abused your throat, curses leaving his lips with each thrust. “All you had to do was listen but you can’t do that?” If this was going to be the outcome you would’ve acted out way earlier, hopefully, he forgets how much you love pleasing him, the beautiful moans Jongin released made your cunt clench on nothing, you were dripping just from the throaty moans your lover released.

“You like this don’t you?” He asked pulling away giving you a moment to catch your breath, “yes sir.” He chuckled once more before that deafening silence coated the room once more, “I know, I could see it on your face.” He was so in control it bothered you but excited you at the same time, you truly loved this man with everything in you. “You want my cock?” he asked, ‘yes sir’ quickly spilling from your mouth as he positioned himself at your entrance slowly sinking into your wetness.

Cries of pleasure fell from your lips as he slowly sunk into you, his breathy low growls making you shiver; he patiently waited for you to adjust, his girth stretching you open so nicely you fit around him like a brand new glove. “Can you take me like this?” He asked pulling out before snapping forward, a response couldn’t even form on your lips as you took him, the dominant taking that as a yes before setting his brutal pace. He worked so well into you, your cries should definitely wake the neighbors with how loud you were, if anything you were embarrassed to show your face tomorrow as your neighbor and his wife both caught the same train you did.

“Such a loud little cock slut,” He teased words sounding slightly strained as he fucked into you so harshly, your body was so spent once again, he had you crying and the cloth wrapped around your eyes was wet. “Such a good slut, taking me so well, you like me using you like this?” He asked once more licking his lips as you tensed around him, “do not cum,” he reminded causing a scream of frustration to leave your lips.

“Cute.”

He was such a fucking tease, you wanted it so bad he felt so good slamming against your sweet spot over and over again. You couldn’t help it, your body jerked as cries of his name erupted from your lips as you came, “come on baby, you were doing so well.” He pulled out as your body continued to jerk, the now-familiar sting of his hand slapping against your ass made you throw out curse words.

“Don’t be naughty, baby.” His hand was wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping himself as he used his opposite hand to continue to slap against your ass, “all you had to do was wait for a minute baby.” He spoke softly caressing the redness of your ass before slapping down once more before shoving himself back inside you, the warmth of his seed spreading inside you. “Jongin.” You moan weakly, body feeling limp as he began to soften, his own body spent, “let me bring you down and get you cleaned up.”

“Tonight was nice and I hope I didn’t hurt you.” He spoke softly slipping behind you in the comfort of the bed the two of your shared, “it was really nice Jongin,” you responded quietly, turning to face him, your legs tangling with his, arms wrapping around him as you pressed a kiss to his lips, “happy anniversary, I’ll love you till kingdom come.”

[cranes-winter]

Just got the vaccine, been a couple minutes and arm's already sore... Taking it easy today

Editing to keep up with symptoms/feelings

Day 1

Injection

Soreness in arm as expected, only when I move the arm

Dehydrated feeling crept in slowly over course of an hour; definitely didn't stay hydrated enough leading up to this

Headache started up after 2 hours, took Tylenol

Body feels warm, in a I should drink more fluids this day is hot way though, not feverish, 4-5 hrs after

Took a nap, still dehydrated, drinking fluids to compensate.. eyes so dry bruh

Arm still sore 😔 hurting a little more, took Tylenol again, 11 hrs after

Feels kinda like pre head cold

Temp regulation sucks XP

Day 2

Slept so bad 😩 woke up feeling more like I had a head cold, took something for it

Arm soreness was also the worst since getting the shot

Basically me vs dehydration this whole time

Appetite all over the place, but generally in a 'not hungry but need to eat.? Oh I'm eating... Oh ok there's my appetite.. and it's gone but I still need to finish eating 😔' place

Sooooore

Coughing

My skin feels so sensitive 😩 in a painful way

Definitely having joint pain fml

My skin hurts 😩 it feels scrubbed raw wtf

Day 3

Skin hurt the whole damn day

Throat sore a little

Appetite still mostly gone, woke up hungry as soon as I got moving though, rest of day just gone until too close to oh shiti should've eaten

Joint pain and skin pain merged to have unholy offspring and torture me.. now 4am on technically day 4 and it's only just going down to ignorable...bruh

Day 4

Eh.. 6am so it counts

Arm soreness goin down finally yayy

Area still tender but I can move my arm more without triggering the hurt so I'll take it

Skin hurts still tho so that was a false alarm for like 2 hours that it was going down

Sniffles all day, and chills

Basically flu like symptoms kicking my butt

Congested😢

Arm soreness gone to pretty much normal by midnight ayyyy

Rest of skin sensitivity/pain is also down so hopefully by morning will be normal

Sniffling still, and coughing

Day 5

Congested

Trouble breathing through congestion

Chills

Feels like fever but apparently don't have one

Night time, just threw up 😔

Day 6

Suffering all day😩

Literally could not breathe, so congested

Pain when sneezing or coughing

Like legit freaked me out

Used nose spray

Passed out around midnight

Day 7

Woke up miraculously feeling way better

Feels like a head cold again tbh

Most other symptoms gone

Hoping it'll be gone by end of day

Read that second dose is worse for symptoms and honestly that freaks me tf out

Day 8

Same as yesterday

Apparently can only taste sweet things wtf

Sense of smell shot and I'm freaking out a little.. hoping it's just from my liberal use of the nose spray and not the panoramic finally come for me

Josh says he lost his taste for like a day but it came back so fingers crossed

Josh also didn't get half my side effects wtf

[snifflyjoonie]

Airplane Air

In which Seokjin does a good job of hiding his budding cold...until he gets onto an airplane.

Snz-centric with Seokjin as the sickie and Namjoon as the caretaker.

Word Count: 1960

a/n: Hey guys! Sorry again about how long this took me. Life’s been weird lately, y’know? But anyway, it’s done!! It’s also a little on the shorter side so I apologize for that, too. Either way, I hope you all enjoy it! It was a cute little concept to write, lol. Anyway, thanks for reading!!!

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For the most part, Seokjin enjoyed flying. With the line of work he was in, you pretty much had to. If you didn’t, it was a fear you had to learn to overcome quickly. They spent so much time in the air that sometimes Seokjin felt like he had permanent jet lag. It was a weird sensation to never quite know what time it was. He wondered if he’d ever get used to it.

Despite all of this, if someone were to ask him if he truly enjoyed travelling, he believed he’d be inclined to say yes. Travelling was fun, rewarding, eye-opening...when everything went right. Of course, having things go right only happened about 30% of the time, which was a lower percentage than he would have liked, but there wasn’t much he could do to change it. Trying to keep his six younger counterparts organized was a job he sometimes felt he wasn’t cut out for; even with the help of their hardworking staff. As the years went on he became more accustomed to taking care of last minute hiccups. As the eldest, he felt semi-responsible when travel plans would suddenly go awry, and would do his absolute best to smooth the situation back out again. Namjoon lost his passport? Everyone stop what you’re doing and help him look. Hoseok feels plane sick? Someone please rub his back and find an extra airsick bag. Jungkook’s ears won’t pop? Well, does anyone have gum? It was never ending, and the exact reason Seokjin always tried to stay on his toes during travel days. He couldn’t afford to be anything less than fully at attention. His dongsaengs needed him, after all.

* “Woah, Jin-hyung, are you alright?”

Seokjin cleared his throat harshly and straightened himself upright, coming face-to-face with a concerned-looking Jungkook. He had just barely recovered from a rough coughing fit that left his throat feeling sore and raw. He brought up a hand to rest gingerly on his Adam’s apple and stole a glance at the iced coffee he had clutched in his other hand before responding. “Yeah, of course.” He did his best to sound nonchalant and gestured towards the drink he’d purchased in the airport with a nod of his head and a scoff, “I just swallowed the wrong way.”

Jungkook seemed to buy it, and Seokjin let out a small, relieved sigh as the maknae walked off. The truth was he was absolutely, positively, 100% sick. He had known from the moment he’d opened his eyes that morning. There was no use denying it to himself; but what the other members didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

A sudden pat on his back pulled him from his train of thought and he glanced over his shoulder to find Namjoon smiling at him, dimples on full display. “You ready, hyung?” He asked happily, hand still resting on Seokjin’s back, “We’re about to board.” “Oh.” Seokjin cleared his throat into a fist and forced a smile, doing his best to ignore the new coppery taste that filled his mouth. “Yeah, Joon-ah. I’m ready.”

Any other time Seokjin wouldn’t mind admitting to his band mates that he was feeling under the weather. However during flights, where things always went wrong and there was always something for him to fix, he figured keeping his condition to himself would be the best course of action. Besides, aside from a scratchy throat and a bit of a stuffy nose, he felt pretty alright, for the most part. All he planned to do on the plane was sleep, anyway; Once everyone else was settled in, of course.

Seokjin trudged along behind Namjoon sluggishly, politely bowing his head to the stewardess as she scanned his passport and welcomed him aboard. Finding his seat was easy enough, and he was pleased to see that he’d be sitting at a window seat next to Namjoon. Namjoon normally preoccupied himself by reading during flights, which left Seokjin feeling more than a little relieved. He just didn’t think he had it in him to endure the maknae’s boundless energy, or even Hoseok’s bubbly personality. Some peace and quiet next to Namjoon meant he could let his guard down, lean against the window, and get some much needed rest. Seokjin squeezed his way past Namjoon and plopped down into his seat with a tired-sounding sigh. Namjoon smiled at him and Seokjin forced one back as he did his best to get situated. Once the pilots’ announcements were finished Seokjin quickly grabbed his headphones and placed one in each ear, determined to keep to himself as the plane taxied down the landing strip.

“Are you going to watch a movie, hyung?”

Seokjin blinked at Namjoon and ripped a headphone from his ear before the other pointed at the screen on the back of the seat in front of him. “I think I might. Or maybe read.” “Oh.” Seokjin huffed out a small chuckle and shook his head dismissively, “Not this time. I think I might try to sleep.” Namjoon nodded in understanding. “It’s a long flight.” Seokjin hummed in agreement and turned himself away from Namjoon slightly. He didn’t want to appear rude, but he just didn’t feel much up to small talk. Thankfully, Namjoon didn’t seem to be offended by Seokjin’s standoffishness, and instead started digging around in his carry-on for a book. Seokjin blew out a quiet breath and rested his head against the plane window as they finally began to race down the runway. He laid there for a moment as the ground beneath them slowly started to disappear from view. He felt himself grimace slightly at the change in air pressure, knowing full well he’d most likely get stuck with a pounding headache before they’d even reach full altitude. Annoyed simply by the thought, Seokjin was more determined than ever to fall asleep as quickly as possible, but it was then that his nose chose to give a sudden, small twitch. The man exhaled sharply and pinched his nostrils lightly between his thumb and forefinger in an attempt to quell the sudden itchiness that was rapidly filling his nose. When that didn’t work, he dug a knuckle into the corner of a nostril aggressively. However when his next exhale came out as a stutter he simply rolled his eyes and pushed himself upright, accepting his fate. Turning away from Namjoon further yet Seokjin quickly cupped his hands around his nose and mouth before rocking forward in his seat. “hH’DDSHhhuh!” Namjoon glanced up from his book just in time to catch Seokjin dipping deeper into his hands with a second, more urgent sounding sneeze. “hA’ISSHHhiu!” “Oh, man. Bless you.” Seokjin cracked open one watery eye at the sound of Namjoon using English and sniffled thickly into his palms. “Thank you.” He responded back, deciding to use English as well as he straightened himself back up and gingerly rested a knuckle onto the tip of his nose. “It’s just...uh...airplane air, you know?” He kept the English going to make Namjoon laugh (and to hopefully deter Namjoon’s attention away from his sneezes) and was pleased when the younger man did so. “I know.” Namjoon hummed, using English jokingly one final time before letting out another breathy chuckle and turning his attention back to his book. Seokjin cleared his throat and sniffled into the back of his sleeve with a small sigh as the plane continued to gain altitude. His sniffles were sounding wetter now than they had been prior to the group’s ascent, and he could feel that his nose was starting to drip. He wasn’t sure if it was from the air pressure changing or his sudden sneezing, but either way, something in his sinuses had shifted, and the floodgates had now been breached. He kept his wrist pressed firmly against his nose and reached down to grab his carry-on with his free hand; He had thrown a package of pocket tissues into it earlier, just in case, and was very glad to have done so. “Everything alright, hyung?” Namjoon asked a little warily, peeking at Seokjin out of the corner of his eye. “You seem a little…” “Everything’s fine, thanks.” Seokjin finished as Namjoon trailed off, “I justhh—hih!” His sentence caught in his throat abruptly as his breath suddenly hitched. He pressed his wrist into his nose harder, trying to squash the powerful itch that was quickly taking over, but to no avail. He gasped again once, twice, before attempting to stifle two rapid sneezes against his wrist. “hH’KITCh’uh!! ‘nKXT’Shhuh!” This time Namjoon closed his book as he watched Seokjin continue to dig through his carry-on urgently. “...Do you need tissues? Is that what you’re looking for? Because I ha—” “Hh! hHA’IGKSHHhiu!” “Oookay. Hey, hey, hey,” Namjoon set his book at his feet and reached out to bat Seokjin’s free hand away from his bag. “Stop, hyung. Here. Just—just take the whole thing.” He pulled a small pack of tissues from his pocket and nudged them into Seokjin’s forearm. “...Thanks.” Seokjin grumbled from behind his wrist. His voice sounded thick and croaky and he frowned to himself with a sniffle. “Catch a cold?” Seokjin sighed as he pulled a tissue from the packet. “Yeah, I think so.” He admitted, replacing his wrist with the tissue. After all the sneezing he’d done he doubted Namjoon would believe him if he tried to talk his way out of it, anyway. “Mmm, I’m sorry, hyung.” Namjoon murmured as Seokjin shifted in his seat to blow his nose. “I thought you seemed a little sluggish this morning but I just figured you didn’t sleep well.” Seokjin shrugged his shoulders in defeat and let out a long, drawn out sigh. He dropped his head against his seat back and brought his used, crumpled tissue up to press into the underside of his nose. “I’ll try to keep my distance.” He said with a small hum, turning his head to look at Namjoon. “Sorry you’re stuck sitting with me,” He added with an airy chuckle. “I don’t want you to catch this.” Namjoon immediately shook his head and placed a hand onto Seokjin’s forearm. “Don’t say things like that.” His voice was firm. “You shouldn’t be worrying about me right now. It’s okay to not be okay sometimes, hyung. It’s okay to ask for help. You do so much for us I just…” he paused for a moment, searching for the proper way to word his thoughts. “You should’ve told us you weren’t feeling well. Or at least me. I wish you knew you could lean on us when you need to.” Seokjin swallowed thickly. Namjoon was saying all of the things he himself normally would say to the others when they were being too stubborn or headstrong. It hadn’t really crossed his mind that he was doing the same thing he always encouraged the others not to do. Seokjin blew out a tired breath and sniffled wetly. “You know, Joon-ah…” he began after a moment, “You are a great leader.” He smiled at Namjoon and the other smiled back. “Thanks, hyung.” The leader’s tone was full of warmth and Seokjin immediately could feel himself relaxing into it. “Now, just get some rest, alright? I’ll make sure the others don’t get too loud. When we land I’ll head out for some medicine. Don’t worry, okay? I’ll take care of everything.” Seokjin swiped at the underside of his nose with a knuckle and gave a small nod in return. “Are you sure you don’t mind?” He asked, adjusting in his seat to get more comfortable. Namjoon reached out and placed a hand onto Seokjin’s knee.“Not at all.” He replied softly as Seokjin rested his head against the plane window. “Sleep well, hyung.”

[elllamalaka]

I’m so Glad You’re Home

It was late, but not exceedingly so, when Kate finally banged through the apartment door she shared with Elizabeth and got out of the steady, unrelenting rain that had fallen all day, or apparently, all weekend. She was nearly soaked.

Kate was quite excited to arrive back after the working weekend. On Friday evening as she was packing Elizabeth had arrived home with a new head cold. She had some misty and very cute sneezes, and blew her nose a few times. Her voice was just a touch stuffy. It made their last evening together an experience.

"Did you catch that just so I wouldn't want to leave you?" asked Kate as Elizabeth covered her third, very sexy and feminine sneeze with a white satin handkerchief.

Elizabeth giggled behind her hanky as she wiped her nose and blew the runniness. "I'm glad you like my cold. But I couldn't help but catch this," she tapped her nose delicately with a finger. "Every girl in my office is sniffling or sneezing, and a few have coughs. I'm really surprised I didn't catch it sooner."

Kate gently kissed Elizabeth's nose and drew her close, whispering to her, "you've caught the loveliest cold in the loveliest nose. I wish I could bless every sneeze."

Elizabeth giggled again and Kate could hear slight congestion in her nose which she promptly sniffled up. "If you blessed all my sneezes you'd end up a very sick girl. It's an exhausting job because I'm sneezing all the time and you'd likely catch my cold in the process. So you'd be sick and trying to complete an impossible task," Elizabeth gave Kate a playful smirk and sniffled her nose again.

"Do you promise I'll catch your cold if I try?" Kate said, now a touch longing in her question. She wrapped her arms around Elizabeth again and kissed her nose. This time the kiss provoked a tickle in Elizabeth's nose and the turned away to sneeze into her satin hanky.

"Bless you," Kate said, her voice low and longing now. Elizabeth looked up from her hanky, smiled, and blew her nose.

How she wanted to stay with Elizabeth and try and bless every sneeze, catch a miserable cold for her efforts, and end up sick in bed. But alas, she had to fly away for work this evening and she wouldn't be back until Sunday night. And Elizabeth had volunteered this weekend to help set up the Valentine's Day display in the park, anyway, so she was busy all day on Saturday and Sunday.

Yes, that was correct. The temperature was near zero and Elizabeth was going to be working outside in the park all weekend. With a cold.

The thought almost made Kate swoon. And Elizabeth seemed completely oblivious to the implications.

"You'd get bored in the park all weekend. Besides, it's supposed to rain. You wouldn't want to get soaking wet just to bless my sneezes, would you?"

Kate let out a long, lusty sigh and smiled longingly at Elizabeth. She was just nearly perfect. But it was time to leave for work.

"Take care of your cold," she'd said as she walked out the door.

"It's just a little head cold, I'll be fine," Elizabeth had replied with a sniffle. She held her hanky clasped to her nose as she waved goodbye.

But now it was late Sunday and Kate was back home. She'd gotten sparse updates from Elizabeth. Both women were very busy and scarcely had a second to herself, even late Saturday. Elizabeth had sent her a text Saturday morning that read

I just woke up and spent the last ten minutes sneezing and blowing my nose. hbu?

Around midmorning she sent

I had to take a little break. I fell asleep for a few minutes. I am exhausted and my head is throbbing. It doesn't help that I'm soaking wet and freezing

At lunch it was:

I'm pretty sure I'm running a fever and I am running out of tissues. My nose is almost completely stopped up

After lunch it was:

Miranda has been helping me out. She's a little bit sick, too. We've been sharing tissues and cough drops. My throat is so sore right now

Neither woman texted for several hours. Kate tried to call her that evening but the call went unanswered. Not less than a minute later Elizabeth texted:

hey sorry, it's super loud in here and my throat is really sore so I didn't want to talk. What's up?

Their text exchange led to Kate learning several things. First, Elizabeth had volunteered to serve wine at a function for the park tonight. She was inside now, thankfully, but she had a really bad cold. She was treating her sore throat with red wine, which seemed to be helping. But all the talking was not helping.

Kate wanted to talk to Elizabeth but she fell asleep before they could connect that night. She was awoken by her alarm. There was still no word from Elizabeth since Saturday. But while she showered that morning Elizabeth texted her.

dear lord, I just woke up and I sound like utter shit

your girl is very sick today!

And so she called her and on the end of the line she didn't hear the voice of her girlfriend pick up but instead that of a very deep-voiced woman.

"Good morning, girl," was the bassy, but female greeting. It was followed by a very wet, hacking cough.

This was not some random woman on Elizabeth's phone with a deep voice. This was Elizabeth on Elizabeth's phone with a deep voice.

"Liz..." Kate began, very tentatively. She could not believe that her love sounded like this. She had a bad cough and her voice was so different she didn't even recognize her.

"I've got a really sore throat and it's making my voice sound like this," and her voice was so deep and husky but squeaked wildly when she tried to say 'voice.'

Suddenly, a huge sneezing fit seized Liz's clogged sinuses. From Kate's perspective it sounded squeaky and hoarse. It ended with protracted coughing followed by a very productive nose blew.

"Scuse me," she rasped when she was able to speak again.

It was time for Kate to leave for work but she wanted to chat more with Liz. Her voice was so deep and luscious, and her cough so well developed. Liz was really sick this morning. She had bad colds in her head and chest.

Liz was feeling too miserable to go back to the park, and had resigned herself to a sick day before work on Monday. She was running a 102 fever and was dozing in bed between sneezing and coughing fits.

Unfortunately for Liz, she was not going to get a lot of rest this Sunday. Not long after she'd fallen back asleep she got a spam call. She silenced her phone but as she fell asleep again she was awoken this time by a brief blast of music from the neighbors. It was silenced quickly but not before Liz was fully awake and coughing again.

There were interruptions all morning. The park ground crew had to drop by and pick up some nametags she had. "Oh my gosh Liz, you sound awful!" A pizza delivery girl got the wrong building and knocked on her door. She practically ran away just at the sound of Liz's cough as it was starting to turn barking by now. Some random strange sound woke her in the afternoon and her head was pounding. She didn't get much sleep after that.

But Liz dozed before Kate got home and only the door opening woke her. Kate stood in the doorway, rain dripping from her clothes. She'd been busy all day and was ready to relax, hopefully with Liz.

The first thing Kate heard when she was home was the ragged, congested barking cough that Elizabeth boomed from her bedroom.

"Holy shit," thought Kate, her head turning immediately to Elizabeth's bedroom at the sound. "Elizabeth has a terrible cough," she thought as she listened to a fit of barks. Her cough sounded much louder and barky than it had this morning. Whatever she'd caught had gotten worse today.

The barking coughs continued, a haggard nose blow thrown between. Elizabeth's light clicked on. Kate could hear the coughing grow closer. It finally stopped and Elizabeth's bedroom door opened. She walked out bundled in her puffiest bathrobe. Her eyes were bloodshot and barely open. Her nose was a crusty, red mess, down even to her upper lip. Her lips were cracked and chapped as well. Elizabeth inhaled through her mouth, breath wheezing and warbling and it went. She put a hand gently to her chest and barely managed to scrape out a "Hey girl, welcome home," her voice was a mixture of husky wheezing whispers interspersed with hoarse honks at odd intervals. A barking cough fit followed her attempt to talk.

Kate stood, water dripping off her shivered body, barely able to stand. The sight and sound of Elizabeth was making her weak in the knees. She was atrociously sick and could barely even talk now. Her cough was downright scary. She reached a tentative hand towards Elizabeth as her fit subsided. "Liz," she began, quiet and concerned, "my gosh girl, you sound just awful."

Elizabeth nodded, her head turned slightly away. She pulled a tissue from her robe pocket and put and end lazily under her battered nose. She blew but only a congested, clogged sound came from her nose. She winced in pain, holding her head. Then she looked directly at Kate and said, as best as she could, "I'm so glad you're home," and then broke into another hard barking cough fit.

[sickybubbies]

Bath Bomb Disaster

A/n: I’m back!! and I have come with another super collab with @moonjoonlanding who’s honestly the bestest! Please go show some love to them too!

A while back anon and I had a discussion about pregnant Yoongi and bath bombs, since it was requested for Namgi here it now is! Sorry for the long wait and I hope you enjoy this :)

TW: Emeto, Mpreg

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Yoongi huffs and rubs his belly, bracing himself against the washing machine. He’s been working on dealing with the pile of laundry that’s been steadily accumulating throughout the week. It’s isn’t particularly hard work, but his back is sore and his feet are achy and his knees protest every time he crouches down to shove another load into the machine.

So it takes a while, but he’s finally finished. The last load has been moved over to the dryer and he even hung up all the sweaters so the zippers won’t get all misshapen even though it would be much easier to just toss them in with everything else.

He groans as he pushes himself upright, waddling down the hall, out into the living room. He stops and stares unblinkingly at the clean clothes strewn over the couch and coffee table, then turns, veering into the bathroom. Namjoon can put it away when he gets home from work, he thinks bitterly. Right now he’s too tired.

The door swings shut behind him and he slumps against it, closing his eyes and reaching up to rub at his temples. When he opens them again, the first thing he sees is the basket of bath products on the counter. He rolls his shoulders and pushes off the door, making his way over to look.

There’s a floral bath bomb on top that he scowls at and sets aside, it’s scent far too reminiscent of their laundry detergent. He sorts through the rest and picks out a grapefruit and vanilla-scented one. The smell makes him feel bright and clear, giving him a tiny burst of motivation. It won’t hurt if he takes a few minutes to relax and recharge before he tackles all the sorting and folding, he decides, marching over to the tub and turning on the faucet.

He strips out of his clothes while he waits for the tub to fill and smooths a hand over the underside of his tummy where he can feel the baby shifting. Namjoon keeps telling him that he’s glowing, but he’s pretty sure it’s just sweat and he’s so ready for this pregnancy to be over.

Yoongi climbs into the tub and slips down into the warm water, letting out a soft sigh of relief. He can already feel the tightness in his back loosening and he looks down to watch the explosion of colours as the bath bomb fizzes softly, spinning and bobbing near the surface.

The bathroom starts to fill with sweet vanilla and citrus-scented steam and he sinks lower into the water. He leans his head back to rest against the rim of the tub and lets his eyes fall shut.

For a while, the experience really is relaxing, but as time passes, he becomes more and more aware of the smell of grapefruit lingering in the air. Something about it is starting to turn his stomach and he grimaces, sitting up a little.

He blows out a breath, rubbing at his bulging sides and is suddenly overwhelmed by a flash of heat. His stomach rolls and he shoots upright, water sloshing around him. He holds himself stiffly, gently patting his chest while he waits for the feeling to pass.

Right when he thinks he’s in the clear another hot flush washes over him. His skin prickles uncomfortably and sweat beads on his forehead. Yoongi gulps and sucks in a breath which turns out to be a mistake.

His tummy flips, churning horribly and he doesn’t get the chance to move before a gush of puke spurts from his lips. It splashes over his chest and stomach and spills over into the bath, mixing with the soft pink water, turning everything it touches murky brown.

He gasps and his stomach clenches painfully, but he manages to swallow down the next mouthful of sick. His stomach continues to turn uneasily, but he takes a couple slow breaths and it settles enough for him to register more than just how awful he suddenly feels.

Yoongi glances down at himself, taking in the mess and his throat tightens. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to push past the tired fog encroaching on his mind and takes another breath.

He grimaces as he reaches down to pull the plug. The tub starts to drain and he carefully drags himself to his feet, stepping out onto the mat. There’s still vomit on his skin and he shuffles over to flick on the fan before stepping into the shower to rinse off.

When he’s finished, he shuts off the water and gets out, turning to reach for a towel that — isn’t there.

”Fuck’s sake,” he huffs, drawing in a sharp breath and letting it out in an incredulous laugh that splinters and dissolves into gasping sobs.

Dripping wet, he maneuvers himself to sit down on the closed lid of the toilet. He rests his head in his hands and gives in to his exhaustion, chest hitching with emotion.

-

Namjoon lets out a bored whistle as he enters his shared apartment with his husband Yoongi, quietly shutting the door behind himself as he struts in, looking for him.

“Babe, I’m home,” he says nonchalantly, putting the polybag (full of Yoongi’s latest cravings so he won’t have to make a mad dash at 4 am) on the counter with his keys chiming beside them.

Turning around with a tired sigh he notices the clothes that are sprawled all over the living room and cocks his head, Yoongi better not have done this on his own; he thinks.

He shakes his head dimly and takes his blazer off, tossing it to someplace else as he begins to tug the dry clothing back into the basket. He props it by his hips and strolls to the bathroom, pushing the door open.

“Woah, baby,” he exclaims when he finally sees the state of his husband, Yoongi is shivering, sleek silver hair dripping down onto their fluffy mat. Namjoon scrunches his nose at how he’s uncomfortably hunched over, looking awful for his liking and decides to approach him carefully with a soft hair stroke,

“Yoonie?”

Yoongi makes a grumpy noise deep in his throat and leans away from the touch. He scrubs at his damp face and sits up, glaring at Namjoon with watery eyes, ”Go away,” he demands, ”I’m not… This isn’t–” he gasps, face scrunching as he chokes on another sob, ”It’s your fault,” he accuses, shoving weakly at Namjoon’s hip.

”I just wanted to take a bath. I can’t even take a bath,” he cries, dropping his head back into his hands and trying to get control of his breathing.

“Oh baby...” Namjoon coos, kneeling in front of the pale man and sneaking in for a hug against his partner’s pregnant belly. He sighs when he feels Yoongi’s chin rest against his shoulder and begins rubbing his back to soothe him. “Just ask me, love, I’ll help you with all the baths you want, just please, don’t work yourself up over it kitten,” he murmurs, scratching at his scalp with soft fingers.

Yoongi lets out a shaky sigh, ”The bath isn’t the problem,” he says, ”It’s, everything hurts, Joon. My back, my stomach, my knees, my chest,” he sniffles miserably, ”My feet are fuckin’ disgusting—they’re so swollen. I just wanted to relax, but then the stupid bath bomb made me throw up.”

Namjoon hums after each complaint, reaching over to tighten the faucet so the remaining droplets of water wouldn’t drip eerily into the tub and disrupt their much needed conversation, he pulls back to kiss his forehead and then hug him again. “How do you feel now? Still nauseous?..” he pauses. “Wait- where’s your towel Yoonie?” He asks sweetly as the latter begins to shiver.

Yoongi shudders, goosebumps raising all down his bare arms and legs, ”I forgot to grab one,” he pouts, leaning into Namjoon and shrugging, ”Not nauseous anymore. Just feel empty. I could probably eat something actually.”

“Okay, let me grab you a towel and then we’ll get something you can hopefully stomach,” Namjoon places a chaste kiss on his cheek before scurrying off to grab a towel and gingerly wrapping it around his husband, ”Come on, easy steps.”

Nodding, Yoongi lets Namjoon help him to his feet, angling so he can rest against Namjoon’s chest, ”The tub probably needs to be cleaned,” he whispers, cheeks heating with embarrassment, ”I wasn’t fast enough to get out.”

“I can scrub that, don’t worry” Namjoon mumbles as his heart clenches for his pregnant husband for having to go through this and he settles him on the bed. Side stepping to the wardrobe and grabbing a warm hoodie that fit nicely over his growing swell and some furry pyjama bottoms.

”Okay,” Yoongi agrees, sinking down against the mattress and chewing on his bottom lip. He watches Namjoon putter around their room, collecting a change of clothes and sighs, ”How was work?” he asks softly.

“The usual” Namjoon shrugs and apologises sheepishly when he helps his husband up, slipping the hoodie onto him, he makes sure to give his bump a tentative rub before changing him into bottoms.

Yoongi hums in acknowledgment, letting Namjoon manhandle him into his clothes. His eyes are still puffy from all the tears and he blinks tiredly, ”C’n we have late supper tonight?” he asks, ”I don’t feel like cooking.”

“I’ll..get take out?” Namjoon trails off with his suggestion, they’ve been so cautious with the pregnancy it wouldn’t be of harm if they slip a little since Yoongi is (pretty) upset.

”Okay,” Yoongi agrees easily, rolling onto his side and reaching for his body pillow. He shifts around a little in an attempt to get comfortable and then stares up at Namjoon expectantly.

Namjoon cocks his head to the side to his husband, he walks over and obliviously scruffs and pats the pillow so he’s more comfortable. “There”

Yoongi huffs and continues to stare, lip jutting out in a pout. Finally he sighs, ”Are you just gonna stand there?” he grumbles when Namjoon doesn’t seem to be catching on.

Namjoon blinks, a bit taken aback. “Was I meant to do something..?” He asks with a hint of uncertainty “is there something you needed? Are you uncomfortable?” He pouts.

Yoongi groans and makes a show of shuffling back to make more room on the bed. He reaches over to pat Namjoon’s spot and looks up at him, ”I’ve been alone all day, Joon-ah. Maternity leave is so boring.”

Namjoon gapes a little before nodding in understanding, looking down with a shy grin as his dimples peer out and he climbs onto the bed. He draws his husband into a hug, arms wrapped firmly around him as he pulls a leg up with one spread down while kissing his forehead.

Instantly, Yoongi feels more at ease. His eyes slip shut and he snuggles in against Namjoon, ”Can order on my phone,” he mumbles, ”I want japchae.”

Namjoon hums and hands him his phone without another question, sneaking a hand under Yoongi’s hoodie and wordlessly rubs around the curve of his bump.

Yoongi yawns and starts tapping away, ”Bulgogi?” he asks, already adding it to the order.

“Anything you and our munchkin want, baby,” Namjoon says shortly, leaning down to pepper a kiss to his stomach that he’s fond of.. a normal amount.

Yoongi’s mouth quirks up into a smile and he flicks Namjoon’s shoulder to get his attention, ”For you,” he corrects, ”Do you want bulgogi?”

“Yeah that’ll do” Namjoon pouts as he rubs his shoulder before huffing and returning to entertaining himself with his baby.

”Kay... It says it should be here in, like, forty minutes,” Yoongi offers, dropping his phone on the bed. He looks down at where Namjoon is affectionately stroking his belly and takes his hand, moving it over slightly to where he can feel the baby kicking.

“I know I know” Namjoon kisses it tenderly and gives it a soft tap. “You got icky and now you’re hungry huh? It’s okay, food is coming” he rambles cutely to the belly.

Yoongi grins and presses his forehead against Namjoon’s chest, ”Keep talking,” he murmurs, ”the baby wants to know if there’s any gossip they need to be caught up on at the office.”

“Someone tripped over and spilled coffee on their work,” Namjoon pauses and tilts his head so he’s pressed his ear to the bump. “I know right? how clumsy” he chuckles awkwardly.

”It was you,” Yoongi says, ”You tripped and spilled coffee on all your shit. Please tell me we don’t have to replace another computer.”

Namjoon clears his throat, his attention driven only to his husband’s bump and not his amused expression. “No of course not, it was paper..” he waits. “Yeah I’ll tell them to be careful next time”

Yoongi sighs and shakes his head, reaching up to run his fingers through his husband's hair, dragging his nails gently over his scalp, ”You’re such a clutz,” he murmurs, ”What about Changkyun and Hyunwoo? Have they finally stopped being awkward and kissed yet?”

“Not even close” Namjoon tuts and shifts down so he rests his head on Yoongi’s bump, making sure to be gentle as he turns to face him and continues to chat about his day till the bell rings. “There’s the food”

”Oh, good,” Yoongi huffs, moving to let Namjoon up, ”I’m starving.”

”Can you bring me a glass of water too, please?” he calls after him as he disappears down the hall. His throat is dry and his mouth still tastes gross after throwing up earlier.

Namjoon reappears into the room, stepping out of his slippers with a plastic bag full of the hot food, he places the glass of water he’d made sure to bring. “There you go”

Opening the bag, he digs into it carefully and hands Yoongi his box after opening it, taking the chopsticks and snapping them open- almost poking his eyes out but that’s okay- for him.

The water is cool and refreshing and Yoongi gulps down nearly half the glass before setting it aside and picking up his dinner. It’s a little more greasy than he tends to like it, but it tastes delicious and he digs in happily, ”Mmm, how’s yours?” he asks, glancing over at Namjoon.

Namjoon nods constantly, submerged in eating as twirls the noodles around and strings them before slurping it into his mouth and letting out noises of excitement.

Yoongi huffs out a fond laugh and settles back against his husband’s side. He gets about halfway through his meal before he starts to slow down, the grease catching up with him.

It has him feeling full well before he normally would, but he knows if he puts his food away now, he’ll just be hungry again in a few minutes. Instead, he takes a few sips of water and continues eating at a much slower pace.

“You alright there babe?” Namjoon asks, watching Yoongi’s movements slag behind him considerably as time ticks by.

Yoongi forces down another mouthful of noodles, pausing to breathe for a moment afterward and take a sip of water before he turns to Namjoon, ”Um,” he glances down at the rest of the japchae. It isn’t very much at this point, but the thought of another bite makes him cringe, ”I think I’m done,” he says, muffling a queasy burp with his fist.

Namjoon nods “I’ll take that and go put it in the fridge for whenever you wanna finish” he takes the container off of him and climbs out of bed, pressing a kiss to his forehead before making his way to the kitchen.

Yoongi hums, starting to regret the decision to keep eating. His stomach burbles softly and he shifts, struggling to find a more comfortable position. He sighs and smooths a hand over the swell of his stomach. At least he can rub it without drawing too much attention.

Namjoon returns a couple minutes later, taking huge steps onto the bed with his long legs and sitting next to his husband again. He grabs his laptop and opens it, looking over and deciding to prop the older’s head on his shoulder before turning back to the screen. “Get some rest babe, you’ve had a long day” he mumbles considerately.

Yoongi nods minutely against Namjoon’s shoulder and does his best to relax. He knows he’ll probably feel better once he’s slept, but nothing he does makes him even remotely comfortable. It’s like he can feel everything squelching around in his stomach, refusing to digest.

Eventually, he stops trying to sleep and settles on watching the laptop screen, following along with what Namjoon is doing.

“Is the baby bothering you? Are they kicking too much again?” Namjoon asks when he feels his husband shift around for the umpteenth time, almost sensing the discomfort and tense aura that was around him. He throws his hand back to give the said tummy a rub.

Yoongi grunts and reaches for Namjoon’s hand, stopping him from rubbing his belly. He shakes his head and sits up, pressing the heel of his palm to his chest, breath coming in distressed little sighs.

“What’s wrong?” Namjoon turns his attention to his husband who seemed to be ailing and having a hard time, upon instinct he brushes his bangs to the side and watches him pale. “Not feeling good?”

Yoongi shakes his head again, ”I think I’m gonna throw up,” he mumbles, shifting closer to the edge of the bed, ”The japchae...” he swallows roughly and gets to his feet, waddling toward the bathroom.

Namjoon frowns and jumps up, hot on Yoongi’s tale as he slinks into the bathroom and steadies him. “Hold on, I got it” he mumbles and lifts the seat up for the toilet and starts patting his back dutifully.

”Fuck, this isn’t supposed to be happening anymore,” Yoongi whines, hovering miserably over the bowl.

“I don’t know babe,” Namjoon sighs, playing with the locks of his hair. “Pregnancy is rather unpredictable” he says, not sure if his intelligence provides comfort but the back rub and kiss to his cheek would suffice.

Yoongi just huffs, gripping tighter to the porcelain to brace himself. The ache in his back that had started to fade when he was laying down is painful again, muscles straining under the weight of his stomach.

“Do you want to sit down? That doesn’t look comfortable” Namjoon pouts and inspects his husband worriedly with a hand kept on his back. “I can always grab you a bucket”

Yoongi groans and shrugs his shoulders, gagging unproductively. His breath comes in heavy puffs and he hangs his head. Coppery saliva drips down into the bowl and he retches, only managing to bring up a small mouthful.

Namjoon sighs, winding his husband into his tall figure and rubbing the side of his bump. “Let it out Yoonie, let it out” he encourages in his solemn voice.

Yoongi heaves, stomach clenching painfully and vomit spills from his lips. It splashes loudly into the toilet water and some of it splatters the seat. He sucks in a quick breath before bringing up another big gush of puke.

“That japchae really wasn’t worth it huh?” Namjoon murmurs under his breath as he leans forward to lift the seat up for more ease, returning to rub Yoongi’s belly and kissing his cheek.

Yoongi shakes his head, heaving again. His belly churns horribly and there’s an acidic feeling lingering in his chest. He feels awful. He would’ve been far better off with something light. At least that way he wouldn’t be trying to choke up noodles that get stuck in his throat.

“You’re doing so good Yoonie” Namjoon praises softly, loosening his hold and shifting back to start rubbing the length of his back again with a few pressured pats too.

The retching goes on for what feels like ages. His stomach doesn’t settle even after he’s emptied himself out. By the time it finally stops, he’s left panting, throat wrecked, eyes watering, ”Joon?” he rasps, reaching for him blindly.

“Mhm” Namjoon answers quickly, grasping his hand and giving it a squeeze. “I’m still here baby,” he mumbles, kissing the top of his head and flushing the mess away. “Any more? Or back to bed?”

”I think I’m done,” Yoongi says tentatively, resting a hand on the curve of his belly and doing his best to suppress a shiver. He grips tightly to Namjoon and looks away when he flushes the toilet, unable to watch without feeling like he might puke once again, ”Gotta brush my teeth,” mumbles, scooting back a little.

“Okay” The younger breathes out a sigh and grabs Yoongi’s toothbrush, squirting the toothpaste on and handing it to him as he leans back into the counter and patiently waits.

Yoongi manages to brush all but his back molars without feeling like he’s going to gag. He rinses his mouth out when he’s finished and follows Namjoon back to their bedroom, climbing under the covers, ”Can you...?” he nods behind him at the pillow that’s supposed to prevent him from rolling onto his back.

“Be the big spoon?” Namjoon teases with a slight smirk, climbing in regardless and scooping the man into a cuddle. His arms wrap around his chest and he kisses the back of his head. “Better?”

”Mm, yeah,” Yoongi says, too tired to think of something smart to say. He settles in against Namjoon’s chest with a content sigh, ”I need to do something, Joon,” he murmurs, ”I can’t just keep hanging out here all day.”

“I could get a couple weeks off, take advantage of that husband’s maternity leave-” Namjoon huffs out a deep sigh and winds his arm around his partner in a snuggle. “-for cuddles and to support you till our munchkin is born”

Yoongi shakes his head, ”Not yet. I’m gonna need you after the baby is born. I just... I need to get out of here,” he insists, ”I feel like I’m going crazy just sitting around all day.”

“How about a walk in the park later?” Namjoon suggests, smoothing his hand on his husband’s bump and yawns slightly. “After a nap of course”

Yoongi hums his approval, eyelids starting to droop. He’s warm all over, but not in an uncomfortable, nauseous way, just in a pleasant, sleepy sort of way and he lets himself sink into it. Lets it envelop him and pull him under.

[theawkwardundercoverwriter]

Sebastian X Reader: Going into Labour. Part II

Description: Part II

Warnings: NOT EDITED, and amateur writing. 

Someone once said that fears are nothing more than a state of mind; that quote is filled with absolute and utter bullshit. No matter how hard you willed the fear to go away it remained, stubborn and inextinguishable. Whoever said that was obviously never rushed through the streets of New York desperately trying to keep a baby from popping out in the backseat of someone's much-beloved car. For the first time in your life, you felt fear in places you never even fathomed that fear could accumulate. Your body was drenched with anxiety while tears threatened to spill from your pooling eyes. If someone was even close to telling you that fear is a state of mind - you’d have to slap them. 

Sebastian sat in the back with you, never letting go of your hand. He rang his mother and then yours. You were too preoccupied on the pain to register any of the conversations he shared with fellow family members. 

“We’re here Y/N.” Sebastian hums in your ear. You could only manage a disgruntled whimper in response. “Hold on sweetheart. I’ll help you out.” Seb lets go of your hand and jumps around the other side to get the door. Your heart leaps with anxiety as you lose physical contact with him. 

The only thing you craved was his warm embrace. You made a mental note to thank Sebastian later for being your calm in this terrifying storm. Everything he did, despite the immense pain that clouded your mind and body, wasn’t unnoticed. He continued to wipe away the ever forming beads of sweat on your forehead the whole car ride. He somehow managed to bring all the stuff you needed for the hospital including clothes, pillows, and a blanket because he knows how cold you get. 

It was unspoken, but you both knew this labour was happening awfully fast. Too fast. Both of you were told that first-time mothers were usually in labour for long hours, sometimes even days. Yours seemed to be fastening with every second that passed. 

The door springs open just as a contraction waves over your entire body. Your legs felt wobbly and numb. 

“Seb, I don’t think I can walk.” You pant as you work through the pain. 

“Okay, I’ll let the staff know we are here and then hopefully they can give us a wheelchair.” He presses a light kiss to your forehead while ignoring your small protest. 

“No don’t go.” You whimper while latching onto his forearm. 

“I’ll be two seconds Y/N. I won’t be gone long enough for anything bad to happen.” He shoots you his best reassuring smile, but even you could see the specs of fear creeping into his eyes.

The contraction begins to fade as you watch him run into the entrance of the emergency room. 

They were already expecting you as two months ago Seb booked the most expensive maternity ward he could find. He even made you do a tour of the place ensuring there was absolute privacy. Over the top? 100%. But you couldn’t blame him for wanting the best for you and his baby. 

You shuffled your way out of the car, ignoring the aches and strains. You could see Seb inside the lobby gesturing to you. Placing your hand on the door you slowly pulled yourself up. It took every ounce of strength but you somehow managed to get out of the car. 

Catching a glance of your appearance you nearly cry. Seb’s sweatshirt was now 60% sweat, your hair was irritatingly stuck to your face and your swollen cheeks now resembles a sad blotchy marshmallow.  

Your stomach drops as you feel a warm sensation trickle down your thighs. A  heavy and sticky substance flows down your pants, dripping down your legs. Looking down to assess the damage you feel the colour drain from your face. Not only had your water just broken but there was blood gushing down your thighs. 

“Oh shit.” You mumble to yourself. Your heart springs from its chest nearly sending you into a fainting spell. 

“Y/N?” Sebastian calls as he sprints over to you. You’d never seen him run so fast. His eyes are wild with panic. The very sight of you nearly sent him straight into cardiac arrest. He saw your tear-stained cheeks and immediately knew that fear crippled your body. He didn’t know what was worse, the blood that covered your lower half or the numbingly terrifying whimpers you emitted into the air. 

“That’s a lot of blood.” You whisper not even registering the sound of the nurse five steps behind him. 

“Here put all your weight on me, baby, I’ll help you into the wheelchair.” With ease, he lifted you up gently placing you in the chair. “You’re okay Y/N, everything is okay.” He comforts, although you feel his words are more for himself than you. 

“I don’t feel so good.” You whimper as another brutal contraction overwhelms your body. A burning sensation rips through your throat as a wave of nausea inundates your body. Looking down you realise you’ve been sick all over yourself in front of your husband and two nurses. 

“I’m sorry Seb.” You sniffle as you make your way into the elevator. 

“Why are you sorry sweetheart?” Sebastian asks, his voice clouded in confusion. 

“I just ruined your shirt.” You feel the heat rush to your cheeks. Embarrassed doesn’t even begin to describe how you feel. 

“Awh Y/N,” He soothes as he pulls your hair back from your face, “I really don’t mind, not one bit.” He presses a sweet kiss to your cheek and offers you a tissue. 

You were rushed to your own private room where the nurses cleaned and dressed you into your gown. All of them were very understanding and assured you that the blood was a very natural aspect of childbirth. You tried to let that information comfort you, but so many scary thoughts ran through your mind. While examining you they told you were too far gone for an epidural, explaining that they estimated you were in labour for at least a day without really knowing it. 

“I feel stupid.” You peer up at Sebastian whose hurridly updating all family members on your progress. He glances up from his phone at the sound of your voice.  

“Why?” He questions. He sits down on your bed making sure not to disturb any wires or drips. Lacing his hands with yours he shoves his phone into his pocket and offers you his full attention. 

“I didn’t know I was in labour for a full day.” You sigh, “I’m pretty sure this means I have no motherly instincts.” You say as you nervously twist your wedding ring. 

“Hey, don’t do that, don’t doubt yourself.” He lightly squeezes your hand, “Y/N, you're a first-time mother you can’t be expected to know what a contraction is if you’ve never felt one before.” He reasons shooting you a gorgeous smile.

“Still I thought I was just cramping all of yesterday, that’s a sign.” You say, feeling defeated. 

“Oh well, you will know for next time.” He winks shooting you a cheeky smile. 

“Ah don’t joke about more kids, I don’t think I’m going to make it through this one.” You sheepishly smile. You were sore, exhausted and on the verge of tears, although you were half-joking, part of you felt you really weren’t going to make it. 

An hour passes, you didn’t think the contracts could get any more intense, but they did. You were sick two more times. Each time Sebastian offered you a glass of water and a cloth to wipe your mouth. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear hoping to provide comfort. 

“Okay Y/N, time to push.” Your obstetrician instructs, “Baby really wants to meet momma.” She laughs as she gets you in position. 

Dread fills the pit of your stomach. The hardest part of the night had arrived, and you weren’t sure you had any strength left.

“Hey look at me,” Sebastian instructs sensing your unease, “You can do this. I’m right here.” He plants a soft kiss to your cheek before he readjusts the pillow for you. 

“3, 2, 1. Push for me Y/N.” 

You take a shakey deep breath; with everything fibre in your body, you push. A searing pain rips through your body as you jerk your head back in response to the pain. Letting out a desperate cry you continue to push until your told to stop. 

“You’re doing so well Y/N.” Sebastian comforts, excitement and pride swirling in his eyes.  Your breath is jagged as you try to recover. 

“Okay Y/N, another big push for me.” She pauses, “The head is just about out.”

Taking another deep breath in, you push again. You squeeze Sebastian’s hand as the agony rips through you. 

“I can’t do it.” You wail as your instructed to stop pushing for the second time. Tears stream down your cheeks as fatigue plagues your body. Your cries are filled with desperation; exhaustion was written all over your face.  It felt like someone had run you over with a truck then reversed over you again. 

“One more push Y/N, and then baby will be out.” She promises, offering a huge amount of comfort. “It’s just the shoulders now, the hardest bit. We’re nearly there.” 

“C’mon sweetheart. I know you can do this.” Sebastian utters, “I promise you that all this pain will be gone in just one more push. It will all be worth it. Okay? Then I will get you your favourite pizza.” He smiles. Pure adoration swims in his beautiful blue orbs. 

“Okay.” You whimper. “Pepperoni pizza, promise?” You mumble preparing for another push. 

“Yes, I promise. I love you.” He chuckles as he wipes the sweat from your forehead. 

“I love you too.” You say feeling strength swell inside of you. 

“3, 2, 1. One last push Y/N.” 

You grit your teeth and push as hard as you can wanting nothing more than to see your baby. Your body slackens as a bewitching cry bounces off the walls immediately melting your heart. You'd never heard such a beautiful sound. 

“Oh my god.” You cry peering up from the bed to get a glimpse of your baby.

“It’s a boy.” One of the nurses announces while the rest of your doctors/nurses congratulate you on doing such a good job.

“I’m so proud of you Y/N” Sebastian smiles while wiping joyful tears from his eyes. You baby boy was placed on your chest and for just a second it felt as if the world had stopped turning. “He’s beautiful.” You choke while admiring your sweet little prince. You hold him in awe for a few sweet moments before offering, “Would you like to hold your son.” 

You didn’t think it was possible but Sebastian’s face lit up even more. His eyes widened as you gently placed your son in your husband's arms. Both of you still teary. 

“He’s so precious. I love you. Both of you.” He whispers while kissing your son’s temple. Your heart swells at the sight. Your perfect little family sat on your hospital bed, admiring the gift of life. 

Again, I apologise with the rushed writing. Here in Aus, there is a lot going on. Thank you for your patience. 

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Let Me Take Care of You (Keanu Reeves Imagine)

This was requested.

Summary: You return home early from work because you’re not feeling well. Your husband, Keanu Reeves, takes care of you.

As you walked into your home, you sighed heavily. You’d been sent home early from work due to you not feeling well. You knew you felt off earlier that morning, but it hadn’t really set in till a few hours into your day. Your nose became stopped up, your head felt stuffy, and your throat was irritating you. Your boss could tell that you were off so she sent you home and you didn’t complain.

You sneezed loudly after kicking your heels off and groaned as the force of it hurt your already sore throat. You absolutely hated to be sick. It was just a miserable experience.

“Y/N, what are you doing home?” Your husband, Keanu, asked as he stepped out from the kitchen. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“I’m not feeling too great so my boss sent me home early,” you answered your husband and sniffled.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Keanu asked as he stepped up closer to you.

“My head’s all stuffy as well as my nose and my throat is sore,” you replied to him.

He put the back of his hand to your forehead then moved it down to a cheek. “You do feel a bit warm. You head up to bed. I’ll bring you some medicine and something warm to drink.”

You nodded and made your way to the stairs, walking up them slowly. Laying in bed sounded wonderful. You walked into your shared bedroom and stripped out of your work clothes then threw on a pair of sweatpants and one of Keanu’s shirts. It was big and comfy on you. It also smelled like him, which was always comforting. You crawled into bed and threw the bed sheets over yourself, sighing in content. You still felt bad, but at least you were at home and in bed.

Keanu made his way into the room minutes later, carrying a mug with steam rolling out of it along with some medicine. He took a seat on the bed right by you as you sat up and leaned against the headboard.

“Some warm tea,” Keanu said and smiled. “Should help your throat feel better. Also, some medicine that will hopefully help you out.”

“Thank you so much, babe,” you told him with a small smile as you took the medicine and mug from him.

You took the medicine first then started sipping on the hot tea slowly. It was soothing on your throat. You were leaning back on the headboard as Keanu crawled over you to his side of the bed. You glanced over at him and raised a brow.

“What are you doing?” You asked him.

“I’m laying here with my sick wife and keeping her company,” Keanu answered you as if it were obvious.

“Keanu, you shouldn’t be around me too much,” you told him. “I don’t want to get you sick. You have to go work on that movie in a few days.”

“I don’t care,” Keanu replied without hesitation.

You sighed and shook your head as you stood from the bed. You did not like the idea of Keanu potentially getting sick because of you. You would feel horrible about it.

“Baby,” Keanu said and you turned to look at him. “Come on. Get back into bed.”

“I’m not going to get you sick if I can help it, babe,” you told him as you shook your head.

“Y/N, I’m not bothered by that. You’re my wife and you’re sick. I’m going to help you to get better and take care of you because I love you. In sickness and in health, right?”

You stood there for a moment as a small smile appeared on your face. Your husband was so wonderful. He had a heart of gold and did whatever he could to help anyone...especially you. He was always so doting.

Keanu looked at you and started patting your side of the bed, trying to coax you back into bed. You sighed as you walked back over. You sat the tea down on the nightstand before you climbed back into bed. You grabbed a couple of tissues from the box that was sitting on your nightstand and sneezed into them.

“Don’t blame me if you end up with a cold,” you warned him as you threw the tissues on the nightstand when you wiped your nose.

“Just let me take care of you, woman,” he said with a chuckle as he threw the bed sheets back over you and wrapped an arm around you. “You know, I’m not happy about you being sick, but it’s nice to have you home with me. Especially since I’ll be leaving to start filming for that movie soon.”

“I know,” you said and frowned. “I’m really going to miss you while you’re away.”

“I’m going to miss you too,” he replied as he looked at you. “We’ll still see each other though when you come to visit. There’s also FaceTime and Skype.”

You nodded and sniffled as you made yourself comfortable close to him by turning into him. He was basically cuddling you. It felt great seeing as how you were cold and he was so warm. You were feeling pretty sleepy as you laid there. It was probably the medicine that was making you so tired. Keanu just simply laid there with you and rubbed your back in soothing circles.

“I’m sleepy,” you mumbled into his chest.

“Go to sleep then, sweetheart,” he whispered to you.

You did just that. You ended up falling asleep pretty quickly and didn’t wake up till you felt someone gently shaking your shoulder. You whined a little, but opened your eyes.

“Hey, it’s dinner time,” Keanu said. “I made you some soup. You need to eat and I’ll draw you a warm bath to relax in after.”

You sat up and rubbed your eyes. There was a tray with soup, crackers, and juice on it for you. You smiled tiredly at Keanu.

“Thank you,” you told him. “I should start calling you nurse Reeves or Dr. Reeves.”

“Let’s save Dr. Reeves for another time, yeah?” He asked and winked at you.

You giggled at that as he went into the master bathroom. You heard the water running as you moved the tray onto your lap, carefully. Keanu had made chicken noodle soup, a classic. He knew it was your favorite when you weren’t feeling well. He also provided you with orange juice. You started eating the soup along with some crackers. You felt a bit better than you had earlier, but you still weren’t feeling great. You were finished eating when Keanu walked back into the room a little while later.

“You go take a bath and I’ll go put this away,” Keanu said as he went to grab the try.

You stopped him by wrapping your hand around his wrist. “Will you take a bath with me, babe?”

Keanu looked at you with a smile. “I thought you didn’t want me around you?”

“Keanu,” you said with a pout.

He chuckled and leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Of course I will. Go on in there while I go put this in the kitchen. I’ll be right in there.”

You smiled when he agreed. He took the tray from you lap. He walked out of the room as you moved out of the bed then walked into the bathroom. Keanu had made you a nice bubble bath. You pulled your hair up in a messy bun before you took off all of your clothes. The cold air hit your bare skin so you wasted no time with getting into the big tub, sighing in content as the warm water hit your skin.

“Feel nice, baby?” Keanu asked from the doorway.

“So nice,” you replied with a smile. “You gonna come join me or stand there and watch me all night?”

He chuckled as he stepped into the bathroom, taking off his shirt as he did so. He threw it in the hamper before he took off the rest of his clothes. You scooted up and allowed Keanu to step in behind you. He put his legs on each side of you and rest back against the tub. You leaned back into his chest and sighed.

“Much better,” you mumbled as you closed your eyes, enjoying the relaxing bath and Keanu’s body against your own.

You let your arms rest on Keanu’s legs as he wrapped one of his arms around you and placed his other on the edge of the tub. The bath was meant to be relaxing for you both and it definitely was. You enjoyed the peacefulness together.

“You should probably stay home tomorrow and rest up, sweetheart,” Keanu finally spoke in a soft voice as he looked down at you. “I’d like for you to get better before I leave.”

“You’re probably right,” you replied as you opened your eyes slowly. “My boss probably wouldn’t mind since I don’t usually take any sick days.”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t,” he replied as his fingers trailed over your stomach.

Keanu made you sit up as he grabbed a loofah and your favorite shower gel. He poured some on it then began washing you. You smiled as you let him. He really wasn’t kidding about taking care of you.

“What did I do to deserve such a great husband?” You asked Keanu as you glanced back at him with a small smile.

“I don’t know,” he said and smiled back at you. “You’re a great wife, Y/N. I love you so much.” He kissed your shoulder before he ran the loofah over it.

You hummed and smiled more. “I love you too, Keanu.”

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@pikablob hope everyone likes this!

“Luz Noceda, I am the all knowing pan of nap! To succeed in your quest, you must answer one question: What would Eda prefer… Pancakes, or waffles?! MWAHAHAHA!” 

It was 9 o’clock in the morning at The Owl House, but you wouldn’t know it with how sleepy the whole place was: Hooty had not said a single thing the entire morning (a true rarity), still snoring peacefully, King was still sleeping on Luz’s sleeping bag, tail lightly flowing in the wind. 

And then there was Eda; the strongest witch in the Boiling Iles was not much of a morning person, to say the least, and she was snoring loudly, collapsed over her bed as if she had worked hard all night. Well, she hadn’t, but she was exhausted for a different reason: The curse. 

See, Eda was cursed as a child with the not so fun predicament of turning into an owl monster at night, if she did not take a certain elixir every day. This predicament didn’t always hurt, but boy did it drain her energy. And so, she was spread across the bed, clearly in pain. 

And that was why Luz Noceda, precocious witch apprentice and all around good girl, was planning to surprise her mentor with a breakfast in bed. 

There was just one teeny weeny problem: Luz had never actually made breakfast before for anyone. She HAD cooked sometimes with her mother, but her distracted nature was such that she barely remembered how to make any of the breakfasts she made. 

But was something as small and unimportant as having zero knowledge of said subject going to stop Luz? Hardly! 

Having already covered her entire shirt with avocado stains, Luz looked for the thousandth time to see if her avocado toast was not gone, before resuming her attention on the rest of the menu: Combining her favorite Dominican and American breakfast choices, Luz had decided to make an Avocado toast (the toaster had made her jump so badly she had bruised her hand on the floor, but thankfully it was just a scratch!), fried eggs (how fast do those things fry? Probably not fast she assumed), fried cheese (gotta make it melt, like bloooooood, oooooohhhhhh), sausages (Luz had once learned what was inside those things, but she couldn’t help but love their taste. Besides, Eda liked eating gross things that would kill a normal person) and of course, Pancakes!

Luz had all the ingredients in separate pans, which was making it hard to focus: With one hand, she began to see the pancakes rise, making her hungry, so she took a bite out of a stick that she had randomly jammed in her hair. “Tastes like a pop culture reference.”, she thought, grinning.

With the other hand, she made sure the egg was frying. It kept making this sizzling sound she liked, so she started to dance a little to its beat, before pulling two of the strings she had attached to the other pans to see if they were cooking well: The sausages were still swimming pretty with the mini trunks she had made them, and the fried cheese was melting wonderfully, and Luz put a smiley face sticker on it. 

It was going quite well, Luz thought, as she whiffed in the food and grinned in satisfaction: She was actually getting something right for once, and for Eda no less! 

Luz closed her eyes for a moment and thought about the Owl Lady that had taken her in to give her a reason to be taken in by anyone. Luz had only really been here for about 3 weeks, yet somehow, she felt incredibly close to her teacher. Perhaps it was because Eda was cool and wise, as Luz always wanted to be; perhaps it was Eda’s sass and total self confidence in her identity, something Luz wanted but was always shut down for; and perhaps it was something so much simpler… 

Perhaps Luz just wanted a mother who loved her for her. 

Luz didn’t really want to think about any of that stuff, so she tried to shake those thoughts from her head and instead focus on the food, which was starting to smell funny. 

“Oh no!”, Luz thought, getting worried. “I’m about to send Eda’s breakfast to hell!” Luz didn’t want to send anyone to hell! That was the work of the devil! Well, him and survey takers! 

“No time for games… I have to be 100 percent on the job! Nothing can surprise me!”, Luz declared, only to be surprised by the now awake King looking down at her from the top of her head. 

“What’s cookin’, daddy-o?”, he asked, and Luz shrieked, nearly falling down on the floor. King laughed maniacally at this. “YES! YES! I AM terrifying! Quake! Quake at my power!” He then sniffed Luz all over, tickling her with his nose. “YOU MADE FOOD? PLEASE FEED ME! I’LL BE LESS SCARY, I PROMISE!” 

Luz couldn’t help but laugh as she stood up again and scratched behind the demon’s ears. “You’re a VERY adorable demon king, King, but this isn’t for you.” 

King gasped in betrayal. “TRAITOR! I thought you loved me, but I guess I have no friends!”

 Luz then kissed his forehead and he relented. “Fine, I still love you, GIMMIE FOOD!” 

Luz shook her head and giggled, as she finally resumed her work. “No, King! These are for Eda! I want to make her feel better after the rough night she had!” 

King pouted and crossed his arms. “And what makes you think I didn’t have a bad night?”

 Luz wagged her finger at him. “Let’s see: You snuggled me all night!”

 “I CAN’T HELP IT IF YOU’RE HUGGABLE!”

“Quiet, I don’t want to wake Eda up!”, Luz replied, and she feasted her eyes on her work: It seemed so close to being ready! She just had to check if the eggs were fried enough, and those black bits at the end of the egg seemed to tell a good story! 

Slowly and surely, she touched the egg while it still sizzled and… 

“HOOCHIE MAMA I’M ON FIRE!”, Luz cried in pain, as she ran around the room, looking for water for her boo boo on her pinkie! 

King, now very alert, ran to find his band aid kit. “DON’T WORRY, LUZ, I’M COMING!”

Luz was busy running around and around in circles crying in pain as the rest of the food overcooked... And the lightbulb shattered when she accidentally struck it… And Hooty said something VERY RUDE as she bumped into him… And now she was covered with bruises and scratches and a burn... And everything looked bad. 

She almost wanted to sob: Why had she not thought that touching a fried egg on the frying pan as it fried would hurt her? That didn’t make any sense! 

She sighed, looking down with shame: How would this be good enough for Eda? She had totally screwed up. 

King, who had already given her her band aid, sat down next to her and, looking a little sad himself, patted her on the back. “Don’t worry, Luz! I’m sure Eda will like it!” 

“What makes you think that? I ruined everything! She’s probably going to hate it!”, Luz cried, feeling horrible. She didn’t DESERVE Eda, and now she ruined her breakfast! She might as well be kicked out! 

“Now, let’s not overreact! It’s just a slightly burned breakfast!” 

“Your point?”, Luz asked, sniffling.

King wasn’t sure what his point was, he had only wanted to cheer Luz up. Why had he wanted to do that? He was the king of demons! “Well, duh, because I lo…”, he started, and then it hit him. 

Clearing his throat, he looked straight into her eyes. “Luz, why did you want to do this?” 

“To…”, Luz started, not wanting to state her real reason. At least, her MOST real reason. “…To cheer Eda up.” 

“Ok, now tell me: Does Eda care for you?”, King asked, as seriously as possible. 

Luz considered this: did Eda care for her? It didn’t take long to answer. “Yes. Yes she does.” 

King then smiled. “Then she’s going to love this, regardless!” 

Luz stood up slowly, digesting this… And she was soon upstairs with her tray. 

That night had been tough for Eda: She had very nearly transformed again, and after drinking her elixir she had fallen on her back, bruising it greatly. There would be no work today: She could barely get out of bed. Her hands had also been bent in a bad way, so they were sore, and she may have chipped a tooth on the bed post. 

And that was without including the nightmares. 

Of course, Eda being Eda, she wasn’t just going to share that. She had to keep up appearances and be tough as nails! So she tried her best to stand up and not notice the screaming aches in her body. Slowly, slowly, she rose up and twisted her body so it would look sort of normal. She had to look tough, she had to look right, she had to be good enough for… 

“Eda! Good morning!”, Luz greeted enthusiastically, King following close behind. “I gave a pep talk, and I didn’t use the F word once!”, King self congratulated himself. 

Eda smiled weakly and nodded her head, before noticing Luz wrestling with a tray full of plates with food. The smell was a bit odd, almost charred, and the food seemed a bit… 

“Aww, did you burn breakfast for me?”, Eda teased, but with a smile that told Luz it wasn’t malicious. Luz sheepishly smiled, and Eda laughed a little before realizing something:

“Wait… You made this for me?” 

Eda hadn’t been given breakfast since… Since… 

Luz, meanwhile, shuffled at her feet. “Well… I just wanted to treat you. Since you had a bad night and all.” 

Eda hadn’t been given anything like this since she and her sister had… Gone their separate ways. 

Eda was used to caring for herself. It was just how life was. 

…Did Luz care for her? 

Eda was so touched she almost did something drastic, like hug Luz. But instead, she sat back in the bed and said “Well, let’s see if the kid can cook!” Luz put the tray down, and smiled in anticipation as Eda started eating the food. And yes, it was burnt. And yes, Luz had forgotten to put salt. And yes, that was not maple syrup on those pancakes AT ALL. 

But it WAS good enough for Eda. 

“So… Do you love it?”, Luz asked, hopefully, hands clasped together in prayer. 

Eda took a moment to digest the fact that Luz had for some reason gone to all this trouble for her… 

And she smiled. 

“Yes… I love it.”, she said.

 And this time, she let Luz hug her.

[stormyweaver]

I’m a lot less self conscious about posting sick-fic here versus... other sites, so, I’m gonna be looking through some of my little snippets I wrote, past and present, and just kinda putting them here. Hopefully some people will enjoy them! 

St*r Dew Sickness, ft. Penny and my OC Nathan 

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Winter. Nathan hardly detested the season; far from it, the time of year afforded him a grand opportunity to forage for a number of rare flowers, fruit and other wild goods. And with his animals nestled warmly inside of their barns, he really had nothing to fret over. Fishing and foraging would keep him financially steady, and the residents of Stardew never seemed to let the frigid weather damper their spirits (well, for most of them; some were down no matter what time of year it happened to be).

And, reluctant as he was to admit it, Nathan was beginning to understand the sentiment all too well.

"Hhh--... hHAH'Gshh! hhAHG'Shh! hheeh-- HEHGSHH!"

The farmer groaned wearily following the trio of sneezes, not even bothering to suppress an all body shiver as he dragged the sleeve of his jacket under his nose. His normally caramel skin had taken on an ashen paleness, eyes sunken in and circled with darker hollows underneath, straight nose chapped a raw, fleshy pink around the nostrils - all the glaring signs of a particularly nasty bug that just so happened to house itself in Nathan's immune system.

Still, sick or not, he had work to be done. A farm to tend to, errands to run, a life to uphold. Huffing out a hot breath against chilled air, Nathan tried his best to sniff back the contents of his mucus laden sinuses, raising a knuckle to gently but firmly knead at his itchy nose. Yoba, what he wouldn't give to just go back inside and lay down. His gaze drifted upwards, rheumy eyes scanning the blanket of white draped over his entire farm, another meager sniffle failing to stem the flow of his congestion.

Hands moved to grip the ax, heaving it into the air once more before thrusting into the dent already marking his previous work. Twice, a third time, but on the fourth up-swing, his nose decided to snatch every bit of attention with a sharp, prickly sting. "ehhh... hHEEGH-CHAAH!"

He directed the sneeze downwards, stumbling back with the sudden force and dropping his tool to the snowy ground, all but forgotten as his head tilted back with another series of hitching breaths. "hhhiih!... hehhh... heeEEHH!.... Oh, Y-Yoba, c-c'moohhhnnn..." This was getting ridiculous! And he must have looked just as silly; tears beading in his eyes, rosy, twitchy nose pointed straight into the air, fingers fanning the cold air in front of his face as he heaved and huffed towards the inevitable. He was so close...

"Hello, Nathan!"

Oh no. A breath choked in his throat, Penny's clear, melodic voice nearly slicing through the sneezy haze Nathan found himself trapped in. Nearly. Just a graze of his index finger against the tip of his nose seemed to flick the sneeze into fruition. Oh Yoba, not in front of her--!

"hhHEGSHH'Uuh! heh'GSHHhuu! h'eEYESHHhuuu! ESHHhuu!... ghhh," The first sneeze had thrown him forward, each following sending his body hunching closer and closer towards the ground. Well, at least he'd aimed them into his elbow; Harvey had been rather adamant about that in their check up last month. Back then, he'd been blessedly naive as to the sickness which now held him in it's itchy, dripping, iron grip.

In the pre-sneeze haze, he hadn't noticed Penny's presence shift. Not until peering up through watery eyes and catching the worry - mild shock, as well? - bending her pretty features. "Goodness - Bless you! A couple of times, I guess," She gasped, hands clasped in front of her but fidgeting with the hem of her winter coat. "Oh, Nathan, you really don't look well," The already rising lump of embarrassment claimed his throat tighter at her words, causing his cheeks to flush a deeper red.

With a tight sniffle, he managed a gruff chuckle as he straightened back up. "I'm okay, really, Penny. Just a... little chilly, that's all," Lying. Of course he'd resort to that, save enough face as he possibly could in front of the woman he'd been pining after ever since they'd met. Penny had a natural motherly aura about her, and so many more attributes had drawn him in like a bee to honey. He was absolutely ill in love when it came to the demure red head. But any other sick simply wouldn't do. Besides, he'd caught a ton of colds back in the city and worked through them just fine. This? Nothing but a bump in the road.

"Maybe more than a little. I hate to say it, but, you look like death warmed over," And she did wince with the observation, plump bottom lip catching between her teeth. Dear Yoba, why did she have to be so darned cute??? "Shouldn't you be inside, resting?"

Fingers rose to rub the back of his neck as he gave a gentle shake of his head. "Not when I've got so much work to be done. And I've barely even started the day... woke up a little later than usual," he murmured the last part, wrinkling his nose with another liquid sniffle as he cast his gaze off to the rest of his farmland.

"Well, then isn't that a sign? That maybe you need more sleep than you've given yourself?" He could catch Penny attempting to meet his gaze, a groan seeping into his chest. The tenderness in her words nearly melted away the biting chill that settled in his bones. Truth be told, all he /wanted/ was to sink in the sea of sheets and blankets waiting inside of his cozy abode, where he could sweat out this bug in comfort and peace.

"I mean... I just-- Uh?!"

Before he could muster up another lame deflection, a small, pale hand rose to brush underneath his bangs. Though sudden, the cool touch sent a shiver of relief down his spine, and for a moment he began to relax until Penny gasped. "You're burning up! Nathan, you're going to run yourself into the ground..." Bit by bit, Penny was chipping a hole in his defenses, already shuddering under the weight of a truly awful head cold. In the moment he wanted nothing more than to drag himself to the white flag of surrender, even if the other, stubborn-as-a-mule side of his mind would beat him in the ass for it.

However, he barely had time to contemplate hauling himself inside when another tickle flared up in his sinuses. Gentle and soothing as it was, Penny's fingers grazed the bridge of his nose just enough to spark that ever-present itch lodged in his nose. Panicked, Nathan shakily rose a hand up to Penny, stopping just short of grasping her shoulder. "Uh, P-Puuhhh... Peehhh...hhHHEH--!" There was no tease in this one. Nothing but a sharp inhale before Nathan's body yet again pitched inwards with a congested, "hhH'IIGCHUUh! guhh... iihhhHH! hhyeESHH'uh!Ohhh..." With little to no warning, and not wanting to startle Penny with a sudden shove, Nathan had directed the spray at the frost covered ground between them. The dive sent his head swimming, bent frame swaying to the side with a soft moan. "I-I'b sorry... snffl I couldn't warn'd you id tibe,"

The gentle sigh above his head sounded so far away, he almost swore Penny had turned to book it from him, completely disgusted. He wouldn't blame her. Imagine his surprise when he felt an arm hook around his own, gently guiding him upright again. A tender, albeit slightly chiding voice tutting, "Nathan Forager, you really are something else. Come on now," as Penny began leading him towards his house.

Sniffling a few times in succession, he couldn't bring himself to glance in the direction of those knowing eyes, a grimace twisting his own features. Here he was, a sneezing, dripping, sickly mess, and Penny was actually still near him. Touching him. "Peddy--" Damn it, he couldn't even speak properly! He sucked in a deeper sniffle, raising the cuff of his jacket to scrub away any excess threatening to drip from his nose. "Y-You really shouldn't... I cad bake it hobe fide, plus, I'd... uhhhh..." Never forgive himself if he actually passed on this plague to her? Never get over the embarrassment of her seeing him snotting all over himself? Never be able to look at her again without blushing as red as the ripe apples sprouting in his green house? Yeah, that about summed it.

"You're not used to having people help you, is that it? My mom is the exact same way. Never wanting anyone to think they're weak for needing help every once in a while," Her weight shifted, pressing closer against Nathan as they slowly ascended the steps to his front porch. "Well, I'll tell you the same thing I tell her: there's no shame in needing a hand every now and then. In fact, it makes you a lot smarter for asking, before you end up working yourself... well, sick,"

No wonder Penny wanted to be a teacher so badly. She certainly had the patience for it, although Nathan couldn't help feeling a bit irked at his own stupidity. A sore throat hadn't been so bad a couple of days ago, and maybe his body wouldn't be in such poor shape now if he had rested up then. As it stood, he just felt plain awful, a lethargy in each movement and word and thought that he couldn't shake with even the most forceful of sneezes.

Once inside, he finally detached himself from Penny (reluctantly) and sighed, passing a hand over his face. "Okay, you're righ'd. I... m'bight be bore thad a little tired," he admitted, raising his other hand to press tenderly against each side of his nose. A small smile formed on Penny's lips, not of triumph but more so mild relief. "I swear, I didn't feel this bad a few days ago. If anythi'g it kinda just, hit be all ad ond'ce," As did the trickle of mucus tickling it's way past his chapped nostrils.

Nathan sniffed sharply, clasping a hand over his nose as he trudged towards the coffee table. A small, blue box of tissues sat on the edge, and he plucked a good fistful before switching them out to cover his face. He pinched off the escaping moisture, opting out of blowing for the time being (hey, he still had to save a little face) with a heavy sigh. "I'b really sorry you have to see all this. It's so gross," And the small pile of used tissues clustered around the table didn't help matters. How charming that was.

Despite his blossoming self-loathing, Penny gave a soft giggle, moving around to the opposite side of the table. "Nathan, if you think this is bad, I'll have to tell you a few stories while I'm here. You'll think twice about being so easily embarrassed by your body then,"

He shook his head at that, swiping under his nose one last time before balling the tissue into his jacket pocket. "I dunno, feels like I'm a leaky fauce-- Wait, 'while you're here' ?" Glancing up sharply, sure enough Penny was removing her outer wear, draping it over a chair neatly. "You... You're staying?"

"Of course," she began matter-a-factly, "You're sick as a dog, and the worst thing about being sick is having no one to take care of you. Just being alone in general - what if something happened and--" Mid scarf fold, Penny's gaze shifted to the side, again entrapping her bottom lip. "Unless, I'm being too forward. I-I'd never want to make you feel uncomfortable, especially when you don't feel well. I forget not everyone is..."

A pang went through his heart at the flicker of hurt flashing across her features. Sometimes Nathan had to remind himself that behind those bright, brilliant green irises was a delicate flower. A woman who faithfully cared for her mother, even when fought against for caring so deeply in the first place.

Hesitation gripped him for a moment, and Nathan coughed into his wrist before mustering up enough courage to push it down. "Honestly? I'd be super appreciative of havi'g you here, Ped'nny. So long as you don'dt mb'ind," he added with a lop-sided smile, slipping his jacket off, "Uh, I'll try to dot be the worst patiedt ever,"

There and gone in a blink, Penny once again beamed up towards him, a newfound hope in her voice. "Don't you worry, Dr. Penny is here to put you on the mend. You'll be up and tending to your beautiful farm in no time,"

Nathan couldn't help but smile at the shift, already feeling better himself for it. "I'b glad I'b id capable hands. Ki'nd of surprisi'g but, I'b horrible at taki'g care of bys-s-seehhhlllf..." Good Yoba, again?! Quickly rolling his eyes, Nathan firmly rubbed the pads of his fingertips against his nose, mouth dropping open with a shaky inhale. No way, he wasn't going to sneeze again. Not in front of Penny, not with her in his house!

"Oh, bless you!" Penny preemptively replied, clasping the box of tissues as she tottered to Nathan. But he shook his head fervently, nose scrunching up with another liquid sniffle.

"Do, I'b hhhokay... sniff! I'b just a little t-tihhhihhckly... f-fide, though,"