#i wanna wrap him in a blanket and spoon feed him warm soup

[kendyroy]

sad meow

[cybrpwup]

ꜱɪᴄᴋ || ʏᴜᴍɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Yumi x reader !

content warnings; none summary; yumi is sick :( Requested?; no

"Helloo" I open the door to the group house and step inside. The house seemed still and everything was silent. usually the boys were up and about and definitely never this quiet. "Blake?" I call out once more and hear a very quiet groan coming from up the stairs.I climb the stairs and approach the door and knock lightly and another groan comes from the other side of the door, "Blake?" I open the door and see my boyfriend bundled up in his covers. I almost couldn't tell he was there he was almost completely covered in blankets, only his faced poked out from underneath. "Oh my god, Blake it's... " I glance at the time on my phone, "1:00 pm, you need to get out of bed" I pester him and he just groans again. "Blake, don't ignore me" stepping closer to him I can see his cheeks are red and his forhead glistens with sweat. "Oh no..." I reach my arm towards him and feel his forehead with the back of my hand, "You're sick, why didn't you tell me?"He shifts to sit up, "sorry I didn't wanna bother you, I knew you'd wanna take care of me" I squint my eyes at him, "damn right I would, wait here" I walk out quickly and hear him sigh.

I enter the kitchen and look in the cupboards, "yes! perfect" I grin and grab a can of chicken noodle soup from off the shelf. Fortunately I know the kitchen like the back of my hand, and I locate a can opener and a small pot.Once I'm done making the soup I bring it into the bedroom, I also brought with me cold medicine. "Sit up I made you soup" he looks over at me and smiles, "thanks." he laughs and reaches for the bowl but I grab it away "baby no, you don't need to feed yourself" I flash a grin and bring the spoon to his mouth. "Y/n I'm not a child, I can feed myself" his voice sounded raspy due to his nose being plugged.

"You're sick, just relax" I pout and he sighs, bringing his mouth to the spoon and eating the warm soup. "See that wasn't so bad" I giggle and ruffle his hair already very messy hair."so where is everyone? they left you here sick and alone." I pouted my bottom lip as I slid his hair off his forehead and placed a kiss. "Nick, Larry and Tanner are vlogging I think and Isaac is probably in his room." He answered Once he's done eating all of the soup I give him medicine and get a warm cloth to put on his head. "Ok get some rest, the sooner you feel better the sooner we can cuddle again".

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Yumi had been tossing and turning in bed for an hour and I couldn't watch him roll around anymore. I had been sitting at his desk watching over him. I walk over to his bed and look down at his face. Even though he looked uncomfortable he still looked really cute. He was so pretty.I lift the covers and crawl in beside him before he can object. He makes a startled noise and I wrap my arms around him, aswell as my legs around his. "Y/n you're gonna get sick" he tries to pull away but I hold onto him, "if you get me sick you can take care of me" I mutter into his chest and he finally wraps his arms around me. "Ok but don't say I didn't warn you" I can hear his smile and I run my fingers through the back of his fluffy hair, as he pulls me into a fervent kiss, long and full of emotion making us smile against each other before pulling away as he softly drags his thumb against my bottom lip.

He opened his mouth to say something but was quickly cut off by a knock at his door; The boys had come back home. Yumi got up from his spot with a groan and opened the door. I stood up after him, standing behind the door listening to Isaac say something about a capybara. I peeked my head around the door to see Larry holding up a t-shirt with a sloth on it only for Yumi to proceed to rip the shirt in half, "oh my. . ." I finally spoke, stepping out of the doorway and finally being noticed by the other guys "Y/n!" Nick pointed the camera at you "I'm sorry we didn't mean to disturb" He teased and the others joined in. "Grow up, idiots." I shot back, feeling Yumi squeeze my hand; he wanted to go back to bed. I turn to him for a moment, silently letting him know he can go back in and I'll be right behind him, "Wait before you go, Y/n," Larry runs down the stairs before quickly climbing back up them with a stuffed shark, "this guy is for you." He holds it out to me like it's a ring and he's just proposed, "oh shit, thanks. hes so cute i love him." I hold him in front of my face before pulling it into my chest. eventually I return to the room after telling everyone to quiet down and let my beloved sleep. he reaches out his arms and make grabby hands at me, I comes closer and he pulls me down on him. I throw the plush behind him and wrap my arms around his middle. He places a kiss on my forehead as i rest my head on his chest. "Once you're feeling better we should do something" I suggest running my fingers through his brown curly hair, he hums in response sleepily and we lay in silence, though it wasn't too late I knew he needed the sleep.His breathing gets slower after a while of laying together. He's fallen asleep, so I switch off the TV, that had been playing SpongeBob, and kiss the top of his head, smiling at his sleeping form. Pulling out my phone I take a picture of him laying on me since it was really cute. Eventually, my eyes begin drooping and my head is harder to keep held up so I put down my phone beside me, Yumi squeezes me slightly and soon I fall asleep too.

[fruity-mercenary]

Hey!! Trying something New! :D i wanna get back into writing so ima do some reader and characters, oc and canon, and canon and canon writings whenever i get bored! I’m currently on a waiting list on A03 so i’ll post it here for now! I would deeply appreciate feed back and suggestions! (Especially since I struggle with character Dialogue and Comedy even though its my favorite genre 😅) i do hope you enjoy however! <3

This is the first one! Its Earthspark Bumblebee and Reader (you) You wake up sick and he does everything he can to make sure your comfortable and cozy.

The first thing you see when you wake up is big, blue, worried eyes staring down at you. At first it’s a little confusing, but as you come to you realize it’s Bumblebee.

You smile weakly and stifle a small cough that turns into a larger one. You shift and pull the blanket closer as you shiver. It fits just right, its soft and gray, with little white dots that turn into stars.

“Are you okay? Can i get you anything? Soup? Water?” Bumblebee bombards with questions. Hes gentle as adjusts your pillows. You take a moment to comprehend what he just said.. “tissues… maybe a cough drop..?” You Sniffle and cough but not has harshly as before.

“Yes! Will do!” he hops up quickly, rushing off to find said things, the ground shakes softly as he walks to cabinet to cabinet in the base under the barn. Your thankful the hay hasn’t followed into the cozy space.

You feel kinda drowsy and start to close your eyes. You wonder whats taking bumblebee so long. It isn’t long till he comes over and hands you glass “hehe..so there really isn’t any human things down here! But i’m sure Dorothy can make some soup and get you those tissues and cough drops! Would you like that?” He asks politely as he nervously rubs his neck

You laugh softly as bumblebees awkwardness, it’s obvious he cares about you and wants to make sure you feel better. You cough into your hand, not wanting to get your germs on him even if he can’t get sick. “That would be nice…” you say in soft, hoarse voice

He smiles and jumps up with a little hop in his step. “Cool! Cool cool! I’ll go get that!” He points to the door and rushes to go, stopping when you call out his name. “Yeah!?” He becomes calmer, frowning, he wishes you well.

“Thank you…” you curl up closer to yourself, coughing hard. You hope to feel better soon..you like the though of fresh air and to play tag with the terrans. Maybe a walk in the woods to clear your mind.

Bumblebee smiles softly, tilting his head at the gratitude. “Anytime, get some rest” he says in that warm like honey voice he uses when hes appreciative.

You feel your eyes start to close.. you watch him leave.. a part of you doesn’t want him to go, you feel like crap, your shivering, coughing and sniffling. You want to curl up next to him to feel the warm of the engines. You know hes gone to take care of you and he’ll be back. But theres always the anxiety that maybe he’ll get caught up on a mission or its all a dream and you’ll wake up in your room you had before you met bumblebee.. but as you think all this you breathe out your mouth and drift off to sleep.

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When you wake up again you still feel sick, but you’re awake now, still wrapped up in a blanket and in the cozy nook area. You smell the wonderful soup, surprisingly its still hot too. Though now your head is propped up and instead of a head rest, your head is in bumblebees leg. Is oddly soft even if its still metal. You smile but still feel bad you are getting your germs all over him.

He seems to be sleeping. Or maybe meditating? Its hard to tell but you like it all the same. You grab a tissues that was on the bed side table, along with a few cough drops, the un-drunk glass of water, and the soup with a spoon. It makes you happy that you have so many people (and bots) who want to nurse you back to health. Especially bumblebee.

He looks down on you as you grab the bowl of soup, he smiles and uses his index finger to rub your hair. You two dont need to speak to know how much you care for each other. Bumblebee will be patient as he helps you get over you illness. He’d love for you to be smiling and running around, tracking his speed record and practicing basketball.

Bumblebee isn’t too familiar with human sickness but he definitely knows you dont feel good, just by the way you sound when you cough is telling enough. And though hes a little grossed out by the too-late-uncovered-sneezing he cant seem to care that much.

Bumblebee notices the small frown on your lips, even if you seem to be enjoying the soup. he grabs the remote and puts a show on. He skips threw a few channels, he cant seem to find something until you sit up.

“Stop!” You cough out

He stops switching channels

“Go back.. back further.. keep going…… stop! Forward” you whisper, though the soup is soothing it still hurts to talk. “There..” you smile when you slump back down and curl up closer to bumblebees engines, they feel warm on your shivering arms, exactly what you needed to keep cozy to the max.

You look back at the tv when bumblebee turns the volume up. You told him to stop and go back because the channel had your favorite movie on. You could recognize it form any part, especially since the movie was already 30 minutes in.

“You like this movie?” Bumblebee wondered, since being a scout he didn’t really get to just sit down and enjoy many earth films. He saw bits and pieces when the terrans decided to watch something but it wasn’t really his speed.

“Duh!” You cough and blow your nose. “Sh sh.. the best part is coming up!” You smile as you make bumblebee watch. His reaction is what you’d expect. Your glad hes into your favorite movie, cause then he couldn’t stay your friend.

You were kidding, you didnt know what you’d do without bumblebee. Hes sweet, a bit silly even if it doesnt mean it. And a bit oblivious to some of the jokes you made. But its what made bumblebee, bumblebee and thats what you loved about him. You may there watching the movie. You’d make some comments if you were feeling better, but you wanted to finish your soup and down your water.

You weren’t tired but weren’t quite awake either. You just lay there, content as you could be in that moment. Bumblebee puts his hand in your back and you feel soothed. If you could you’d bask in the moment forever.. minus being sick. You got comfortable agains bumblebee oddly soft metal and focused on the movie.

Especially since bumblebee liked it too… it made you happy and safe. You already had a list of movies in your mind of what you think bumblebee might like.. once your feeling better a slumber party was just the perfect thing for the both of you.

[phoenixmills]

Star trio as incorrect quotes from an Incorrect Quote Generator

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*Casually in the Middle of a High Stakes/Dangerous Situation*

SMG4: How do you eat pickles?

Mario: What do you mean?

SMG4: I mean, there's a whole process. It's not like you can grab them from the jar with your hand, because it's cold and the juice burns if you have a cut, plus, it's pretty unsanitary. And you can't use a spoon because you'll have to scoop it out, and it'll be way too difficult to grab more than three or four without taking 10 minutes along with half the brine in the jar, even if it's one with holes.

Mario: Yeah, that's why you use a fork.

SMG4: Okay, sure, but what if you don't have one of the big ones clean? It's weird to use a small one. But there is always one of those smaller sharp knives clean.

Mario: But the straight edge doesn't really fit the cylindrical shape, and you have to make sure you don' t break it, it's too much work.

SMG4: It makes me feel like I deserve the pickles though. Like, "Yeah, I did it. That's right. Good job me." It's empowering. But even after that, it's not like you can use a bowl.

Mario: I get that, it's not ascetically pleasing.

SMG4: Exactly! And it looks weird if you don't entirely fill the bowl, but you also can't eat that many. My solution: Use a mug.

Mario: *Nods in agreement*

Smg3: That is all very interesting, BUT WE'RE TRYING NOT TO DIE RIGHT NOW! USE YOUR LIMITED ATTENTION SPANS AND FOCUS!

SMG4: Jeez, okay.

Mario: Quit yelling at us already.

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Smg3: mario annoyed me today so I told them that I can’t wait to see what they have planned for our special day tomorrow.

Smg4: There is nothing special about tomorrow.

Smg3: But there is something special about watching the color leave their face as panic takes over.

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Smg3: While I’m gone, Mario, you’re in charge.

Mario: Yes!!!

Smg3, whispering: Smg4, you’re secretly in charge.

Smg4: Obviously.

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Mario: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Smg3: I'm a knife.

Smg4, from across the room: They're the little spoon.

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Smg3: So, what is Mario to you?

Smg4: The reason I wake up every morning.

Smg3: ...That’s adorable.

Mario earlier that morning, barging into Smg4′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

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*Smg4 sneezes*

Smg3: Smg4, are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby!

*Mario sneezes*

Smg3: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

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Smg4: Hey I just got a pet snake. What should I name him?

Smg3: A pet WHAT?!

Mario: William Snakespeare.

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Smg3: All in all, a 100% successful trip.

Smg4: But we lost Mario.

Smg3: All in all, a 100% successful trip!

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Smg4: *pretending to joke* So when are you going to go out with me?

Smg3: I don't know. When are you going to ask me to?

Mario: And you just ran away?!

Smg4: I didn't expect them to flirt back!

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Smg4: *sneaking in through their window*

Smg3: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Smg4: I was with Mario?

Mario: *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

[muffindaddystyles]

OH NO BABY!!

Summary: It was Harry who swimmed in freezing ass water but someone else (his lovie) ends up catching a cold, caring boyfriendrry, a mighty bit momrry.

Turquoise chilly waves crashes against the dark coloured stones as Y/N watches her button sized boyfriend; summat all with rosy cheeks and nose, un-tattooed, wearing excessively short knickers (so tiny it shows the curves of his cute bum perfectly), being a cheeky giggly boy while shooting his swimming scenes. 

She wheezes a cold puff of breath winding her brown overcoat closer around to keep her warm but it fails to do so and she might get a scolding from Harry for being silly and waiting outside the whole time just to watch him but she doesn't care, she's extremely proud of him and comes by the sets of My Policemen once a time she gets day off her job early. 

He paddles towards her like a penguin buried into humongous coats and towels, his brows furrowing together trying to recognize her dainty self waving him quite enthusiastically from far and his face softens at that.

Shaking his head when her teeth clanks together from the gush of stinging cold breeze. 

"Lovie'," He wraps his nippy palms around her hands bringing them to his frosty lips to blow warm air, knowing she hates cold and gets real whiny from not being able to bear it yet she stood in it for two hours for him means alot to him because his assistant told him someone was waiting for him but didn't tell it was his actual sweet baby.

"How you're not a frozen chicken yet?" She asks sighing once in the heat of his given trailer and he makes an exhultant purring noise when she cups his face, lulling it left and right playfully, "Are you okay? She queries worriedly looking down at him with batted eyes and he muses a chuckle at her sweetness. 

"Baby 'm fine -- feeling hot by the way now you're inside the van." He grins bashfully tugging her closer with his knees pulled around her legs, "You better go back home .. I don't want your cutesy bum to freeze to death." She squeaks surprisingly when he smacks her ass playfully and drags her down by pulling the lapel of her coat to smear his lips against her's fondly -- heart bigger than it's normal size at her sight making his day 100x better. 

"I brought you lunch, it's on that shelf." She tells him standing at the stairs of trailer and he waves her blowing a heartious kiss her way, "Call me when y'reach, yeah?" 

"Kay, bye!" Her awfully pretty smile covets dimples into his cheeks and he just want to throw himself into the sofa piled with blanket and scream into it like a teenager girl.

Though, she keeps sneezing through whole ride -- eyes teary, nose runny and fingers twitchy not to mention her numb toes making her feel very uncomfy. Her eyes dropping from being too sleepy and lazy. 

She's about to catch a cold. 

Tiredly she drags her feet upto their flat and doesn't even pet their kitten strawberry on the way to their bedroom and when reaches it flops over blankets snuggling into them -- without even changing into comfy clothes. 

Sirens everywhere as she wakes up with a groan holding her forehead to subside the pound in it and it's feeling like blazing alarms are going off in her head making her want to puke. 

It's dark outside. She's been napping for hours. She manages to sit on the edge of bed deciding whether she should stand up to go to washroom or not for that all she could see is floating wooden floor. 

Weakly she trudges towards the kitchen filling a glass of water and pulls out a thermometer from one of the drawers -- she was too occupied in waiting for it to beep  then checking her fever that she didn't hear Harry announcing; he's home. 

She gasps quickly shoving it under her bum, "Don't you hide that thermometer from me!" He squalls rushing towards her in two big strides of his daddy long legs and her eyes widen comically. 

"I was just checking and I don't have any kind of fever!" She squeals not letting him get hold of the thermometer and he glares down at her sternly, "You're burning up, baby." He hisses, the back of his hand pressed to her forehead. 

She stands up and does a twirl for him shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, "See 'm fine —- " Only to pass out but Harry was quick to take her fall in his arms gracefully squinting his eyes down at her.

"Yeah . . . could see how fine you're." She gives in atlast. Knowing he's going in a severe mommy mode.

"Put your arms around me — Or just fall on me, yeah that works too." She nods and let him slip his socks clad feetsie under her soles to walk them to their bedroom, he sits her down and she wails when he opens their wardrobe to get her something comfy. 

"Nooo." She bunches up into a ball as he fists her vest top to pull it over her head, "it's freezing -- 'm feeling so cold." He frowns because he's sweating his ass off from the heat. 

He sweeps her hair away from her eyes rubbing a hand down her back continuously, "It'd be a sec, pet. Then I'll warm these blankets in the drier 'n make ye' some soup, so you'd be all cosy 'n snuggly … hmm?" She's very unconvincing when sick. Wants him and just him by her side. 

She wipes her nose with her sleeve and sniffs, raising her armpits in air for him and  shivers terribly when he undressed her completely, "Oh me poor baby." He leans in to kiss the corner of her lips but she pushes him away grumpy-ly. 

"You're g'na get sick too, dummy." He pouts childishly helping her to put her legs in her fuzzy pyjamas, plants tender kisses to her ankles once covering her feet in aloe-fused socksies.

When she stands up on wobbly legs with the support of his folded thigh he almost jumps asking worriedly. 

"Where are ye' goin', missy!??" 

"To washroom." Her voice barely audible her throat achy and scratchy, "'M comin' with you." He tells her demandingly and she groans knuckling at her eyes. 

"No."

"You wanna walk by yourself? Alright, let's see that." He leaves her wrist and she gasps tripping forward from weakness -- catching the nearest furniture before the damage. 

"Moppet, stop being so stubborn and lemme take care of you … look at you, an absolute horror –-- never been this frail." He's just so caring it makes her want to cry and have a full on water-works party. He pushes her from waist to himself pecking her sweet smelling hair and takes her to washroom. 

After that he tucks her beneath two fluffy blankets and leaves her to make some soup for her and bring her medicine, "Harry!" She yowls pinching the blankets closer around her round small head and feels bad when he rushes inside in a frenzy with an utterly concerned face, serving spoon in his hand and dish rag on his shoulder. 

"What happened baby? D'ya wanna throw up? Or are you feelin' freezy, should I blow up heat?" He asks in one breath and she blushes murmuring timidly, glossy eyes still very sleepy and exhausted. 

She sneezes loudly, "I just –- achoo!! –- " Another sneeze and she messes her words horribly, " –- you — " Drool on the corner of her mouth. 

"You achoo me?" He giggles softly fetching some tissues for her and wipes her nose with them as she struggles to clean it herself. 

"'M sorry, please come back." She sighs holding in an another sneeze to avoid wetting him with her yucky stuff. 

He strokes her head for a generous moment, "It's almost cooked –- oh fuck is it burning?" He sniffs the air then looks down at her with full on saucer eyes and slaps his forehead when she raises her shoulders, "Maybe?" Thankfully not all of it got ruined and his grin was obnoxious while bringing it inside. Trying to shoo away strawberry who's pawing at the frizzes of his socks. 

She smiles up at him with hooded eyes when he hovers the spoon infront of her waiting to feed her as if she's some sort of lil baby and when she tells him it's hot he blows at it and when she still tries to make excuses he stares at her strictly, "Baby." He warns her and she obliges quickly grabbing his wrist delicately to eat and his heart jumps consciously at the fact she's still burning awfully. 

"Did you even put salt in it? It tastes like nothing."

"Please stop wasting of what's left of ye voice on complaints about soup you can't even taste." He huffs and she giggles only to drive into fits of loud coughs. He rubs her back gently and puts the tray aside when she feels like throwing up from the effect of coughs and moves the bin where she's bended over the edge of bed and his legs. 

"It's okay, hmm just let it out." He caresses her back and holds her hair away from her face -- though nothing comes out since she hasn't eaten anything from morning. 

"I hate this." There comes the first sniffle and he instantly cradles her face in his soft hands, "I know dovie' you're feeling very icky right now but it'll be better in the morning, I promise." She shakes her head coughing into her elbow. 

"I don't want to eat anymore." Her voice groggy and hoarse, he lifts her gaze up towards him scolding her with a stern frown. 

"Hey, now none of that -- you're not allowed to sleep until your belly isn't full." She groans nodding at last and he kisses her shoulder as a little reward. She isn't very bratty. Infact she's Harry's polite girl. Though, When she's he makes sure to tug her back on line but at the moment he understands that how much she's suffering. 

How much she needs him to take care of her.

Taking care of her medicines and her cough syrup he turns on the lamp laying back into heap of pillows against the headboard and spreads his knees to bunch her petite weak body against his chest and closes them when she's properly snuggled on top of him, it's one of her favourite positions to sleep in when she's sick --- clinged and cuddled to him. 

Like babies on their mommy's chest with their bums sticked out.

He tightens his arms around her hiding his face into the crook of her neck and smooches tiny kisses to her sweet spot, "You're so cute baby makes me heart-ache." 

His tranquil heartbeat never fails to lull her to sleep and his hands loving on her sides always makes her feel very warm, "You shouldn't have come to beach -- moppet. Knows your immune against cold is terrible." He whispers cheek squished over her head and she murmures sleepyly —- hands bundled up between her and his front, "Just wanted to make you feel ….. loved." Her words jumblish but full of affection and drool sticks to his sweatshirt when she mumbles against his chest. 

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Harry didn't sleep whole night making sure she's okay, making her sip her cough syrup in betweens and massaging her head but when his eyes barely dropped and the clock hit 4 in the morning whimpers and wails started slipping out of her lips as if she's in very much pain. Which infact she's. Her body shivers vigorously in his arms and even though she's sweating her fever didn't lower down a bit. 

He has never seen her in such a bad condition. 

He perches on his elbow immediately cupping her hot rosy cheek and gives it few pats crying out worriedly, "Hey baby -- wake up." When she doesn't listen his lungs felt suffocating themselves bile forming in his throat. He throws the blanket away sitting up fully and rests her head in the nook of his elbow.

"Y/N!?" He tries not to panic when she gives him no-response and before his anxiety driven self could duck down to press his ear to her heart her eyelids fluttered barely -- blue chapped lips moving slowly. 

"'M okay, bub. Don't worry ….. " 

"Bullocks. You're not okay! You can't stop shivering!! Looks almost dead." He growls angry at her and himself for not taking her to clinic soon, "You're so fucking stubborn, pet." He mutters rageously laying her gently down on the mattress and climbs down the bed to bring their coats. Almost stomping his way all around the bedroom to collect stuff. 

This time doesn't ask her if she could walk or not and glides his arms underneath her shoulders and knees to haul her firmly against his chest -- blanket still wrapped around her shivering body. 

"Shh, shh my baby. You're g'na be okay, 'm so sorry you're in so much pain." He tries to soothe her while walking down stairs of the building. 

Turns out she caught pneumonia. They had to stay two hours at the clinic for her drip and some injections for which he had to hold her down from wiggling and squirming her way out. 

Made her rest till the fever was gone temporarily then drives them back home when assured that her condition isn't worsening and right now when she's cuddled up into his side with strawberry sleeping on his thighs he nudges her lightly.

"Dovie' I love you so much but that doesn't mean you can scare the shit outta me like that." She just mewls sinking deeper into his side.

"No more set visits fo' you." He tells her seriously and she perks her head up coughing mildly and he raises his forefinger in a demand for her to stay quite, that there's nothing to argue, "You could watch me for once 'n all at the big screen." 

"Harry……" She whines tugging the hem of his sweatshirt.

"No, Harry." He pets her head down back on the pillow. 

Without saying anything she distance herself from him like a grumpy shrimp and fusses under her breath. He supresses his amused chuckles noting the silliness of this girl and drags her back by her ankle towards him.

"Come back here, you little betrayer." He gasps dramatically and squishes her in his embrace till she gives up and herself nuzzles up into his homely scented neck. 

[savemesomenachos]

Heyy could you do one where Steve and bucky get sick and the reader has to take care of them? And they actually act like big babies and try to convince reader they're fine and don't need the help. ( If you've watched friends, kinda like the one episode where Monica is sick and trying to initiate sex)

Maybe the reader even says " I'm dating two 100 year old babies."

I’ve been waiting for someone to request a Stucky fic coz they’re honestly my favourite ship from the MCU. Hope you like it!!!🌺

You can find my other works on my Main Masterlist.

Getting sick makes me horny

Pairings: Stucky x Reader

Warnings: NON-CANON, fluffffff, talks about sex but no actual smut, Stucky being super cute!!! (as usual)

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Y/n’s POV:

“Babe, we’re fine.” Steve said for the seventh time in 2 minutes while Bucky sneezed. Steve turned to glare at Bucky with betrayal written on his face while Bucky shrugged helplessly.

I chuckled at them and pulled the blanket tighter across our shoulders where we were all huddled on the bed. Bucky cuddled further into Steve and for a second I thought Steve would finally give in with how he melted against us. I spoke too soon because Steve immediately shoved Bucky off him while the latter squawked in protest. He scoffed in annoyance and shoved Steve off the bed while cuddling into my side.

“Steve’s right though, we’re fine. We’re super soldiers so we can’t get sick.” Steve nodded in agreement and lifted the laundry basket in rebellion.

“What the fuck are you doing Steve? Put that down!” I squealed as I rolled away from Bucky and toward Steve.

“Language doll.” He said as he held the laundry basket far out of my reach, in the air. “Steve, put that down. I honestly don’t understand why you two are being so stubborn.”

My gaze shifted between them while Bucky knelt on the bed with a smirk on his face. He started to take his shirt off and Steve choked.

“Bub, what are you doing?” I asked as I hid my smile behind my palm. “I’m seducing you of course. I’m horny babe.” He whined and scooted to the edge of the bed while flinging his shirt off to one corner of the bedroom.

He was interrupted by Steve sneezing real big. He winced and apologised before quickly sporting a similar expression to that of Bucky as he started to take his clothes off as well.

I laughed and crossed my hands in front of my chest as they started to inch closer to me. When Bucky realised that this wasn’t working, he grabbed Steve’s chin and started to make out with him. Steve gasped when Bucky’s hand came down to palm at his ass and he slipped his tongue into Steve’s shocked mouth. Bucky pulled away from Steve abruptly and sneezed.

I immediately shifted forward and nudged them into bed. They both whined and pleaded with me to ‘be reasonable’ and ‘sex fixes everything’. I only chuckled and tucked them into bed again.

Bucky turned his annoyed gaze on Steve and said, “This is all your fault. If you hadn’t sneezed in the middle of our make out sesh, we’d be having sex right now, not lying down in bed.”

Steve gasped in offence and turned his equally challenging on Bucky. “If you hadn’t convinced me to go out in that rain, we wouldn’t be sick in the first place.”

“Aha, so you do admit you’re sick?” I said with a smirk while Steve flicked Bucky’s ear. Bucky was about to retaliate when I grasped his hand in mine.

“Now, children. No more fighting. I’ll go make you some soup.” I said as I placed a kiss on each of their warm foreheads while they sighed and snuggled into each other without complaint.

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“How’re the drama queens?” Sam asked as I stepped into the kitchen. I chuckled and responded with a quiet ‘horny’. He choked on his coffee and burst out laughing. I shook my head at his reaction and went back to the soup. “Well, all the best with them.” He said as he waved goodbye with a sympathetic smile. I responded in kind and lifted the tray of soup and started to make my way to our bedroom.

I walked into the both of them making out with no care in the world with Bucky’s hands down Steve’s sweats, fondling his ass and Steve starting to inch his hand down the front of Bucky’s boxers. I had the sudden urge to join them but I couldn’t risk getting sick too. I coughed to get their attention and with a blush on their cheeks, they turned to look at me.

“Can’t you two keep your paws off each other for a whole of 5 minutes?” I asked between a chuckle as I set down the tray on the bedside table and pushed Bucky’s hair out of his face.

Steve, now feeling left out, cuddled into Bucky’s back and pushed his head against my hand.

I laughed and instructed them both to sit up. They followed suit and sat up against the headboard with Steve’s head nestled in the crook of Bucky’s neck and his eyes almost shut. Bucky giggled at his state of Steve and nudged him awake. He whined in protest but sat up nonetheless.

I handed a bowl to Steve who immediately moaned at the warmth from the soup while Bucky begged with a “Feed me!” and a pout. I was about to say no when he jut his bottom lip out and his eyes started to miraculously glisten like in cartoons.

I sighed in defeat and spooned up some soup and lifted it to his lips. He stuck his tongue out at Steve in some sort of victory before lapping up the soup. For a while, it was quiet except for the occasional slurp from either boys which made them both laugh and me, smile.

“Babe, I’m sleepy now.” Steve said after setting down his bowl and tucking himself under Bucky’s arm.

Bucky wrapped his arm around Steve, pulled his face close and planted a kiss on his puckered lips. I nudged them to rest their head on the pillows and pulled the blankets over them. As I got up to go, Bucky’s arm wrapped around my hand and pulled.

“Cuddle us doll.” He said while the both of them sported a pout. “I’ll get rid of these dishes and be right back bub.” I said while turning to leave again.

“Do them later. Please?” he said while Steve whined some more. I sighed and nodded while getting into bed.

“In the middle doll.” Steve said and lifted me off Bucky and in the middle of the both of them.

While I lay on my back, Bucky nestled his face in between my breasts and wrapped his arms around me. Steve laid his head just below Bucky’s; on my stomach and wrapped his arm around my thigh and the other around both me and Bucky. One of my hands rested in Bucky’s hair and across Steve’s shoulders. I pulled them closer into me if that was even possible. Both of them sighed and Bucky started to place kisses on the top of my breasts.

“Thanks for taking care of us doll. We know we can be a handful.” Steve said as he stroked the inside of my thighs.

“I'm dating two 100-year-old babies but I love you both and I love taking care of you. Now get some sleep and maybe when we wake up, I’ll think about following through on your earlier proposition.” I said with a smirk.

Bucky’s head shot up along with Steve’s and with a hopeful voice, he asked “Sex?” I laughed and nodded.

Bucky lightly nudged Steve’s head to rest in it’s previous place while begging him to sleep. Steve was about to protest when I shut him up with a kiss. Without saying a word, he drifted. Bucky smiled and kissed my cheek with a giddy grin. I wouldn’t change this for the world.

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Hi Ally! Can I request a seb x reader with an age gap where the reader is sick all the time and he's always taking cara of her doing everything in his power to make her feel better? Only if you're up for it. Thank youuu

Hellooo lovely! Thank you sm for the request, I appreciate it! Sick fics make me so soft, I have no idea why. I hope you like it!🥰

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Doctor Stan

You had the worse immune system ever. You were healthy but when it came to your body defending yourself from a fever or the flu, your immune system was out the door. Literally everyone who knows you knew you were bound to get sick at any moment. Whether it was catching a fever, some sniffles, or a sore throat, you were going to catch something. Knowing that you could easily catch a cold, your friends and family were very protective and caring towards you. Especially your other half, Sebastian.

Even since you guys started dating, Sebastian was always there to take care of you. From staying over at your house to helping you go to the bathroom, he did everything in his power to make you feel better.

It started off as a sniffle. Did you think it would get worse? No, but knowing you, you should have. Earlier that day you and Sebastian decided to have breakfast at a cafe near your apartment and ended up going to Central Park for a nice stroll and some sightseeing. The weather was nice so instead of wearing a jacket you pulled on a light cardigan. When you guys got back home you decided to take a nap, tired from your guys’ morning outing.

You woke up with a pounding headache. You moved to stretch your body out but stopped when you felt your limbs aching. Turning over to check the time on your phone, you felt a cold shiver run down your spine as the covers slid down your back. Groaning, you realized that the sheets were moist with your sweat. Feeling disgusted with yourself, you moved to sit up so you can change into something more comfier.

“Baby, you’re up! I was thinking that we should go out for dinner tonight since the weather is—,” Sebastian stopped talking as soon as he saw you slouching on the bed rubbing your temples.

“Oh, honey. I told you to wear a jacket instead of that cardigan.” He softly scolded as he approached the bed to kneel in front of you. Looking up at you he could see a pout on your lips and your nose was scrunched up. He found your disheveled state adorable even if you were sick and had bed head.

“I know, but I thought my body could’ve taken it.” You grumbled as you wrapped your arms around you to stop the shivering. Sebastian immediately noticed and began to run his hands on your arms to generate some heat.

“Were you going to change?” He asked as he continued his motions. You nodded and moved to get up but was gently pushed back onto the bed by him.

“Stay here. I’ll get you some of my clothes and a rag to wipe you down.” He explained before pressing a kiss to your warm temple. Sebastian was already used to you getting sick and knew there was a routine. For comfort, one of the things you always wanted were his clothes. An oversized shirt and one of his sweatpants did the job with a pair of fluffy socks. He also wiped your body down with a rag to keep you warm and clean you up. The rag thing was something his mother used to do when he was sick and he remembered that he would somewhat feel a bit better after it. He also remembers your mom mentioning it when he asked her about ways he can help you when you were sick.

After he got some of his clothes out and a wet rag from the bathroom he found you cuddling his pillow and sleeping again. A small smile makes it way onto his lips but then he remembers the task at hand. He didn’t want to wake you up so he carefully wiped your forehead with the rag. He continues to remove your clothes, being careful to not expose your skin to the air so much. He moves quickly and soon you’re dressed in his clothes.

“We should tie your hair up.” He hums to himself as he goes through the nightstand for a hair tie. He grabs a comb and gently brushes your hair away from your face, gathering it together in a low pony. The action caused you to stir in your sleep.

“Sebby.” You whined nuzzling your cheek against his palm. Sebastian lovingly smiles down at you and runs his thumb across your cheek.

“Don’t worry înger, I got you.” He assured you as he strokes circles onto your back. His actions causing you to doze back to sleep.

“Thank you, Seb. I’m sorry I have a bad immune system.” He hears you mumble. Sebastian hates to see you sick, he doesn’t like that fact that you’re in pain and he can’t do anything but just try to mitigate your sickness. Though, he enjoys taking care of you and kind of babying you. He’s noticed that whenever you’re sick, you’re more needy towards him. For example, wanting to be held or just having him near you.

At first you weren’t comfortable cuddling him when you were sick because you didn’t want him to catch anything but he kept on insisting that he wants to cuddle.

“No need to thank me, sweetheart. I’ll do this for you any day.” He pressed a kiss to your palm, you hand had lazily made its way to run through his hair and rest on his cheek.

“Always?”

“Always.”

Sebastian then picked you up bridal style and carried you out the room. You two ended up in the living room. Before you can settle down, he sat you on the couch and went to the closet. He pulled out a big and fluffy blanket and two pillows. He laid the pillows against the arm of the couch while you moved to settle against them.

“Comfy?” He asked before throwing the blanket over you. You wiggled a bit to make yourself comfortable against the pillows.

“Comfy.” You confirm with a slight nod. Sebastian proceeds to pull the blanket on top of you and makes sure to tuck you in like a burrito.

“I’m going to make some soup. Here’s the remote, turn some Netflix on or whatever, and just relax.” He hands you the remote and kisses your head. He makes his way to the kitchen and begins to prepare some soup for you. He got the recipe from your mother during one of your worse fevers. He was panicking most of the time and ended up calling your mom for help. She suggested making the soup and sent him the recipe. Till this day, the recipe was still in his notes on his phone. He’s memorized it but still referenced back to it every now and then to make sure he made it correctly.

While the soup was cooking he decided to throw the dirty sheets from the bed into the washer. He then replaced them with fresh sheets from the closet. He made the bed and walked back out to see you were watching Harry Potter.

“Is that Prisoner of Azkaban?” He asked as he leaned over the couch.

“Yup, want me to pause it so you can catch up?” You ask groggily.

“Mm, sure. The soup should be ready.” He says as he walks into the kitchen.

“Wait! Sebba can you get my phone? I think I left it in the bedroom?” Knowing you were going to ask for your phone, he fishes it out of the pocket of his sweatpants. “Here ya go.”

You thank him before he leaves the room. He turns the heat off the stove and gets a bowl for the soup. He gets a tray to put the bowl of soup on. Along with the soup he has a pack of crackers and a Gatorade. Since you get sick so often, you guys always had a stock of Gatorade in the fridge.

Sebastian returns with the tray and sets it on the coffee table. He helps you sit up properly, adjusting the pillows and blanket so they wouldn’t bother you. You press play on the remote resuming the movie. Sebastian sits on the edge of the couch beside your legs. He gets the soup and scoops some of it on the spoon.

“Seb, I can feed myself, you’ve done enough for me already.” You protest.

“No, I refuse to let you feed yourself. Plus the bowl might slip and I know we both don’t want a repeat of last time.” He reminded you. Last time you tried to feed yourself while you were sick, the bowl slipped from your hands causing the soup to spill all over you and the couch. You suffered from another headache and burning thighs, making your fever worse.

“Here comes the airplane.” He teases a cheeky grin on his face as he holds the spoon up to your face. You stifle a giggle and open your mouth. He had the bowl beneath your mouth to avoid any liquids falling onto you.

“Wow, you’ve really got that recipe down.” You complimented him after you took a sip of the soup.

“I had lots of practice. Thank your mom because if she never had sent me that recipe you’d be eating packaged soup.” He cringed as he continued to feed you.

“You know, she’d be proud that you’ve mastered the recipe.” You start. “Wanna know a fun fact about it?”

“The soup?” He asked, you hummed in response. He motioned for you to continue.

“The recipe’s been passed down for generations in my family. You’re the only person who isn’t blood related to us that knows it.” She stated. Sebastian settled the spoon in the bowl and looked at you.

“Really?” He asked a surprised look on his face. You nodded.

“Well, I’m honored to be part of something so important to your family. Thank you, iubirea mea. It really means a lot.” He confesses as he gazes into your eyes. You lovingly smile at him as he goes back to feeding you soup, though a smile was permanently on his lips the entire night.

The day ended in cuddles on the couch. After you ate and fully digested your food, Seb helped you to the bathroom. You guys settled on the couch for the night, Sebastian’s head on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your torso, limbs tangled with each other. You guys took turns sleeping as the movie played.

It was during Order of The Phoenix when you realized that Sebastian was your person. His head resting on your stomach as he softly snored against it. Your hands were tangled in his hair while you admired the relaxed state he was in. Sebastian did so much for you, not just when you were sick but in general. Whether it be something simple or something grand, he did it with his whole heart and because he genuinely cared. You knew he’d move mountains for you and you’d do the same for him. And when the time comes you’d be ready to take care of him just as much as he took care of you.

Înger ~ angel

Iubirea mea ~ my love

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Happy [late-] 10 months, @andromedaspace !! I love you to the moon and back, starlight! Pairing: Moxiety Warnings: food/eating, sickness, hurt/comfort, Virgil makes a ‘or ur homophobic’ joke but its all lighthearted Characters: Patton, Virgil Character notes: ADHD nonbinary Patton [they/fae], autistic genderqueer Virgil [xe/he] Fic summary: Virgil’s sick and grumpy, but Patton makes xem feel okay. Wordcount: 1042

Virgil sniffled slightly, feeling xyr bones ache as xe attempted to get out of bed. To his knowledge, xe was home alone, meaning xe had to care for himself without any sort of help. He blinked harshly at the outside light, limping over and shutting the curtains; it only slightly helped xyr pounding headache. He stretched a tiny bit, taking one of his blankets from his bed as well as the dog stuffed animal, Leo, Patton got xem. Xe hugged the stuffie close, sighing softly as xe tried to gather the strength to walk downstairs. A few minutes passed of xem just standing in the middle of his messy room, but he eventually was ready to start moving. Slowly, trying to make his body hurt as little as possible with xyr movements, xe left the room, keeping the stuffie close to xyr unbinded chest. Xe winced as he opened the bedroom door, the hallway lights seeming much brighter than they really were. A noise similar to an upset hiss left xyr mouth, looking down and stumbling towards the top of the stairs.

The hissing noises alerted Patton, making faer look up. They'd been quietly on their phone for the past few hours, cuddled up in blankets on the couch. Fae stood, walking slowly towards the movement, "Virge?" Xe jumped a little, coughing slightly, "uh- yeah?" "Are you alright?" Patton stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up to their partner, "you look... pale." He chuckled sadly, continuing to make his way down the stairs, "I'm always pale, sweetie." "Paler than usual," they walked up a few steps, offering their arm for support, "what's wrong?" "Don't feel to good, but I'm-" coughing cut him off, taking a shaky breathe after the small fit, "I'm fine." Faers frown grew more, "you don't look fine, love." Patton led him to the couch, gently lying xem down. They kissed his head, walking away from xem.

Virgil whined loudly, "Pattyyy." "I'll be 2 minutes, love!" Fae called, switching the living room lights off and heading to the kitchen. A small "hmph" was heard from the couch, Virgil cuddling close into Leo. Xe took some shaky breaths, trying not to cry purely from just feeling ill. He squeezed xyr eyes shut, sighing into the material of the stuffed dog. Only a few moments passed without Patton, but it truly did feel like an eternity. After no less than five minutes, his partner came back holding a bowl of tomato soup. Fae gently set it on the coffee table, kissing Virgil's head, "hey love." The only reply heard was another whine, looking out from the blankets and stuffie. Xe relaxed slightly when he saw his partner's face, making upset grabby hands towards faer.

"I'm here, love," fae smiled, gently getting under the blanket with xem and wrapping an arm around xem, "I've gotcha." He sniffled, nodding and leaning into faer, "thanks, Patt... I'm sorry." "Hey, it's alright darling," they kissed his nose, reaching over for the soup, "I got your favourite honey." Xyr eyes lit up, taking the bowl and holding it to his chest to warm him. He mumbled appreciation to Patton, sniffling again. "I love you honey," fae smiled, wiping his nose with a tissue and hugging him closely. "Love you," xe mumbled sleepily, his arms to achy to feed himself. Patton chuckled softly, kissing xyr cheek as fae got rid of the tissue. They cleaned their hands with some hand sanitiser quickly, taking a spoonful of soup in faers hand. "You need some help?" Fae was slightly teasing him, but it was a genuine question.

"Please..?" his voice was more obviously weak now, holding Leo closely. The shorter smiled to their partner, humming as they fed xem - Virgil appreciated the hums filling the otherwise silent room. Xe ate happily, the warmth of the soup relaxing xem and making him feel slightly sleepy.

Patton let out a coo at xyr half-closed eyes, "is my love getting sleepy?" Virgil tried to deny it, lazily shaking xyr head - the yawn xe let out revealed the lie. He pouted at his own body, continuing to just eat after the yawn. "I think you are," they teased gently, kissing his nose, "and that's alright. You deserve a nice nap, Vee." "Don't wanna moveeee," xe whined quietly, soup around the edges of xyr lips. He wouldn't usually mind sleeping on the couch, but he knew it would just make xyr achy joints much worse.

"Let me carry you," they cooed, putting the finished soup bowl to the side and kissing xyr hair. "If that's alright?" Xyr face burned red, holding Leo closely, "I- uh- please?" "Of course," they stood, taking Virgil in faers arms with the blanket still wrapped around them gently. "What about the uh, the washing up?" xe asked weakly, nodding towards the soup covered bowl. Fae smiled gently, starting to walk upstairs, "I'll wash it up later. Right now, you're my number one top priority!" A smirk slipped on Virgil's face, looking away from xyr partner, "dork... I love you." "I love you too, darling. Now!" Fae smiled, standing at the top of the stairs, "do you want to cuddle in my room or yours?" Xe leaned into faers shoulder, relaxing in the older's arms, "your's? I like your lights..." Patton owned both fairy lights and LED lights. "Of course," Patton entered their room happily, gently setting Virgil on the bed between their many stuffed animals. Xe wiggled out of his own blanket, getting comfy and nuzzling into the softness of all the materials.

"You're adorable," faers cooed, lying down next to their partner. "Only because I'm ill," xe teased, smirking towards Pattona and holding xyr arms out to them. "Now, gimme cuddles or your homophobic." They chuckled gently, wrapping their arms around xem, "of course, love. But you are always adorable, even when you're being all angsty." Xe chuckled gently, cuddling into their chest, "heh, thanks angel." "Of course stormcloud," they rubbed xyr back, "Nini." "Night," xe mumbled, shutting xyr eyes. Patton put their glasses to the side. They kissed xyr head, smiling, "Love you." "Lovie..." xyr words were slurred and hardly audible.

Patton sighed happily, continuing to rub the back of their love. "Sleep well, darling."

[meantforinfinitesadness]

Spring Moments

Hello!!! This is the fic I wrote for @swspringfling! My recipient is @p-s-brooklyn (it’s not letting me tag you for some reason....) and this is a Modern AU Codywan fic with a healthy serving of Rainshowers, Thunder, Lighting, and Illness! There are first meetings, kissing in the rain, and even a proposal in the rain! 

Oh, there’s also an off-screen character death that decided it wanted to make an appearance. It’s in the second to last section of the fic and it’s not Cody or Obi-Wan, don’t worry. 

You can read it on ao3 or you can read it here! It’s kind of long, so be wary of that!

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Obi-Wan loved the rain. He loved the way it sounded in a quiet house as it hit the roof. He loved the way the drops looked on windows and the way it made everything smell just that much nicer.

(And, yes. His favorite smell was petrichor, thank you for asking.)

Obi-Wan loved the rain. He loved walking in it…

At least, when he had an umbrella and slightly warmer clothes he loved it. 

He didn’t mind not having an umbrella or warmer clothes to help, though. 

“If you just learned how to drive…”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes at the memory of his brother saying those exact words to him on a day very much like this one. It wasn’t that Obi-Wan had strong feelings about driving...well...actually…

“Hey!” A voice not from a memory jolts Obi-Wan. He turns wide eyes to the owner of the voice. 

A man had stopped his car in the middle of the road, rolled his window down, and was looking a touch concerned. 

Obi-Wan blinked at the stranger, feeling water droplets fall from his lashes and onto his cheeks.

“Uh…” Obi-Wan fumbled for words. “Hello there.”

“Do you need a ride?” The man asks.

“Pardon?”

“Well, it’s pouring rain, you see, and you don’t have an umbrella.”

Obi-Wan blinks again and raises an eyebrow. “You don’t say.”

The man chuckles. “I know you don’t know me, but you look absolutely drenched. I promise I’m not a murderer or anything of the like.”

Obi-Wan hums and the corner of his mouth quirks up. “That sounds like something a murderer would say.”

The man snaps his fingers. “Damn,” he says in a false as though he was disappointed or sad his “deception” didn’t work. “I thought I could fool you.” 

Obi-Wan huffs out a laugh. “Alright,” he says.

The man stares at him. “Alright?”

“If your offer still stands, a ride would be nice.”

The offer does, indeed, still stand. So, Obi-Wan gets into the car and is immediately flooded with warmth. 

“Thanks.” He says through lightly chattering teeth. 

“It’s no problem. I’m Cody, by the way.” Cody informs him.

Obi-Wan turns his attention to Cody and his mouth dries at the sight of him up close. 

His hair is black and slightly curly. His beautiful dark skin is blemished only with a scar wrapping around his left eye. And his eyes are kind and bright. 

He’s gorgeous.

“I’m Obi-Wan,” he says a bit breathlessly.

“Obi-Wan,” Cody says his name almost reverently. “I like that.”

“Thanks.” Obi-Wan replies. 

“So, Obi-Wan,” Cody grins at him. “Where to?”

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“Obi-Wan grumbles to himself as he stands under an awning. His arms are wrapped around his body as he tries to preserve some warmth. 

The weather matches his mood with its dark clouds and rain shower, His date had not gone well.

The man he ate and talked with was rude and far too loud in the restaurant. Not to mention, he was late, ordered the most expensive item on the menu, then made Obi-Wan pay for it. After those unfortunate events, he left and didn’t offer Obi-Wan a ride for his trouble. 

Obi-Wan was surprised to find, though, that the waitress had been watching everything, spoke to her boss, and refunded him. Obi-Wan may or may not have cried at their kindness.

In the end, he decided to walk home even though it started to get late. Of course, his luck ran out and rain poured down. He’d pulled his phone out to call someone and ask for a ride, only to find his phone had died.

So, here he was.

Under an awning, freezing, and miserable.

Sighing, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and huddled further into himself. 

“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes opened and he looked up with a smile.

“Hello there,” Obi-Wan greeted a drenched Cody.

“You got room for one more?” Cody asks, gesturing with his head to the space under the awning.

Obi-Wan inches over and tilts his head. Cody slides into the small space.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Obi-Wan says. 

Cody rubs his hands together and smiles. “Bad date.” He says.

Obi-Wan hums. “What a coincidence.”

“You too, huh?”

“How bad?” Obi-Wan asks, inching towards the shivering man. 

“He didn’t even show up.” Cody mumbles, rolling his eyes. He presses closer to Obi-Wan. “You?”

Obi-Wan groans and relays the events that occurred during his date.

Cody hisses in sympathy. “I’m sorry.” 

Obi-Wan shakes his head. He doesn’t quite realize how close the two of them are until Cody speaks again and Obi-Wan can feel the words vibrate through his body.

“Wanna try again?”

Obi-Wan quirks an eyebrow. “How so?”

“Cody shrugs. “I happen to know a place with great food, a comfy couch, and a warm fire.” He replies with a teasing smile. 

“Let me guess,” Obi-Wan returns the smile. “Would that be your place?”

Cody grins wider. “If that’s alright with you.”

Obi-Wan chuckles and pressed closer to Cody. “It sounds lovely. Lead the way?”

“With pleasure.”

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“The rain seems to like you,” Cody says with a smirk as he pulls Obi-Wan close to him.

There are no places for them to hide from the downpour that seemed to come out of nowhere. They don’t mind.

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes and scoffs. The rain does well to hide the happy tears on his face. His fingers toy with the newly placed ring on his left hand. 

“You know,” Cody continues, locking eyes with Obi-Wan. “We missed a crucial part of this proposal.”

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow and Cody can’t help but think how beautiful it makes him look. 

How more beautiful it makes him look. 

The year since Cody gave Obi-Wan a ride home had gone quickly. Here they were, a year since then with Obi-Wan tearfully accepting Cody’s proposal and Cody’s heart just about bursting with love out of his chest.

“How very cliche of you.” Obi-Wan remarks dryly.

Cody shrugs with a smirk. “You know you want to be part of that cliche. A kiss in the rain.”

Obi-Wan tilts his head as though seriously thinking about the idea posed to him.

“Why not.” He finally says. 

Cody snorts and tugs Obi-Wan closer.

“I love you,” Cody whispers.

“I know,” Obi-Wan retorts with a gleam in his eye.

Cody laughs and plants his lips on Obi-Wan’s.

They kiss there in the rain, oblivious to the water and the cold. Only seeing and feeling each other.

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A miserable-sounding cough rips its way through the living room and into the kitchen. Cody winces at the sound produced by Obi-Wan and scoops one last bit of soup into a bowl before making his way to Obi-Wan. 

“Obi-Wan?” Cody calls as he enters the domain of on ill Obi-Wan.

The redhead is bundled in blankets on the couch and is watching the rain shower.

The drops slide down the window and Cody can’t help but think of the times when he was a child and would watch the drops, choosing one to cheer for as though it were a race to see which drop would slide all the way to the bottom first.

Yeah, maybe he did that as an adult as well, but it brought him joy.

“Hey,” Cody says softly as he sits next to Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan smiles. “Hi,” he says shortly, coughing harshly into a blanket not long after.

“You sound horrible,” Cody says, earning a glare from Obi-Wan that doesn’t have the same heat it normally would. “I brought you soup.”

Obi-Wan makes a face. He hadn’t been able to keep anything down. His throat was probably raw and aching, and Cody knew he was scared to try and eat.

“Just try a little. If it doesn’t stay down, we’ll try something else.”

Obi-Wan relaxes at the soft, soothing tone and for a moment, all that can be heard is the rain as it hits the windows and roof. 

The ill man nods after a moment and opens his mouth.

Cody carefully feeds him a small spoonful of the light broth. 

Obi-Wan swallows and they both wait. A tremulous smile makes its way onto Obi-Wan’s face and it’s Cody’s turn to relax. He feeds Obi-Wan spoonful after spoonful until he’s unable to eat anymore.

Cody places the bowl somewhere out of reach, then maneuvers Obi-Wan a bit until he’s resting against Cody’s chest. 

The two sit there in silence and watch the rain until both succumb to the call of sleep. 

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Thunder crashed through the quiet home of Obi-Wan and Cody. Obi-Wan stood off to the side as Cody’s face paled and his smile dropped inch by inch. 

“No,” Cody breathed out and Obi-Wan saw his grip tighten on his phone. “He can’t - I just saw him -” Cody cuts himself off with a choked back sob.

Obi-Wan’s heart aches for his husband. He won’t step in. Not until he knows it would be alright to do so.

“Alright,” Cody whispers. “Thanks. Bye.” Cody hangs up and the hand holding the phone drops from his ear and swings limply at his side. 

“Cody?” Obi-Wan softly calls his husband's name. 

“My brother,” Cody swallows thickly. “Fivel, Fives, he’s dead.” Thunder crashes again and Cody finally allows his tears to fall. 

Obi-Wan’s breath hitches and he’s quick to gather Cody in a hug. 

He’d met Fives a few times. He was kind and welcomed Obi-Wan into the family with a wide smile and some jokes at Cody’s expense.

To hear that he was gone-

Lightning flashed and Obi-Wan pulled Cody closer. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Cody shake with sobs. 

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan says. “I’m so, so sorry.”

Lightning flashes and thunder crashes in the quiet home. Cody’s cries are the only thing that breaks the occasional silence.

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“Obi-Wan?” Cody calls across the house. He’d woken up alone and concern and worry were the first things to cross his mind. 

Then, he heard the thunder and saw the lightning flash through the windows. He knew where Obi-Wan was.

His feet led him to the living room, and sure enough, Obi-Wan was on the couch with a blanket wrapped loosely around his shoulders and a bag of marshmallows in his hands. Cody smiled at the sight, recalling what Obi-Wan told him the first time he’d seen this exact display.

“It’s something my parents used to do,” Obi-Wan said as he pulled a marshmallow from the bag before popping it into his mouth. “I was always terrified of the lightning, more so than the thunder. They tried to tell me I was safe. It was difficult for me to believe.” Obi-Wan cuddled deeper into Cody’s side, his eyes never leaving the window as lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating his features.

“So, to try and calm me, to try and wash away my fear, they brought out marshmallows and said it was like a show. A light show. We sat and watched the lightning while eating marshmallows, and though my fear is gone, it’s something I’ll always do.”

“That sounds nice,” Cody said, looking at Obi-Wan as he’s once again illuminated by the flashes of lightning.

“It is.”

Coming out of the memory, Cody took a few more steps to the couch before speaking.

“May I join you, beloved?” He asks softly.

Obi-Wan turns and smiles tiredly at Cody. “Always, dear one.”

So, Cody joins him on the couch with a blanket of his own and Obi-Wan leaning on him just a bit.

Later, the bag of marshmallows would fall to the ground as Cody and Obi-Wan sleep on the couch and in each other’s embrace.

[moonflower-31]

Tender Kisses - Spencer Reid x Reader

Requested? No

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: The reader and Spencer had a great date planned. And you just cannot wait. That is, until you come down with the flu a couple days before. Que Spencer being the best boyfriend ever.

♡♡Also! I do requests! Any kind at all. Though right now I'm a little rusty at smut so... yeah. Send me an ask if you have an idea you wanna see me write♤♤

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Today was supposed to be great. You know, a date with the best boyfriend in the world and probably the best food. You see, you and your boyfriend, Spencer, were supposed to go on a date to the nearby fall festival. It was in your hometown and you hadn’t gone in years. So you wanted to go with him. Make it even more special for you. But no. Some asshole decided to sneeze on you and give you the damn flu. 

You rubbed your puffy eyes as soon as you finished sneezing. You sniffled pitifully and groaned. You shivered from your fever. The doctor had said you had a rarer strand but it was still treatable. But the thing was, it was gonna take about a week or more. So you were down for the count for a week or two. And you hadn’t seen Spencer for a week because of the previous case. Now you wouldn’t see him for even longer. 

You clutched at the blanket around you, shivering again. You couldn’t go out with Spencer today. If you got him sick, he’d never forgive you. Him and his germs. You also didn’t want him to get sick anyway. He had a job to do. He didn’t have the time for sick days. You, unfortunately, did. So here you were. 

You grabbed your phone from your nightstand and checked to see if Spencer had texted you. He sure had. 

Spence -Hey, are we still up for that ‘fall festival’ of yours? I thought you were going to be here ten minutes ago.  

You felt your heart ache with longing for you not to be sick. As if you could will the sickness away so you could spend the day with him. But no. Mother nature decided you were gonna have a weekend inside. 

(Y/N) -Hey, Sorry. Something came up. I can’t make it. I promise I’ll make it up to you. 

You sighed and set the phone down on your nightstand once again. You didn’t tell him you were sick. You loved him, more than anything. But with how you were feeling, you didn’t feel like being babied or told the statistics of the flu you’d searched up on your own in an attempt to maybe hope you had a strand that went away quickly. 

Just as you began to try and relax into your blanket cocoon, your phone buzzed on the nightstand. 

Spence -Is something wrong? I can come over. 

Curse him and his kindness. 

(Y/N) -Kinda. But don’t come over. I’ll be okay. You’ve got work. 

You felt a cough coming and pulled your phone away from your face. You then let out a long series of throat-rawing coughs. You rubbed your throat in pain, finding your phone had buzzed twice since you began coughing. 

Spence -If something is wrong I want to come over. 

Spence -I’m off today by the way. 

You rolled your eyes. He was so stubborn. Guess that just proved how devoted he was. 

(Y/N) -You don’t wanna come over, trust me. Trust me on this. 

You finally just set your phone on vibrate and laid down in your blankets, shivering like it was the coldest night of the year. You smiled to yourself as you imagined Spencer’s most-likely response to that thought: 

“Actually, the coldest night of the year is the shortest day of the 365 day pattern. It’s called the winter solstice and it’s been used in a multitude of religions as a passage of time or a surge in spiritual presence.”  

You snickered and shook your head slowly. You for sure missed him and his statistics, no matter how sick you were. You groaned in your uncomfortable state and rolled over to ignore whatever buzzing might continue to come from your phone. You loved him, sure. But he was stubborn. 

An hour or so later you heard a soft knock at your bedroom door. You groggily opened your eyes and saw in all his glory: Spencer Reid, with his arms crossed and a playful look on his face. 

“So this is why you didn’t want me over?” He asked, teasing you as he got down onto your eye level. 

“Nghhh… What do you think? I’m sick,” You sniffled, holding back a cough. “I’m germ-y,” You croak. “And I don’t wanna get you sick. You can’t afford sick days.” You remind him. He chuckles playfully and reaches over, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“I don’t care if you’re sick. You’re my girlfriend. If anyone has germs I want to be around, it’s you.” He teases, kissing your nose. You immediately turn your head to your elbow and sneeze, immediately rubbing your tired eyes. 

“What happened to my boyfriend and what did you do to him?” You asked softly. He laughed softly back, caressing your cheek. 

“He’s right here. And he’s going to take care of you, whether you like it or not.” He insists, giving you a playful look. You groan and shove him gently away, cuddling deeper into your blanket cocoon. 

“This is exactly what I knew you’d do. You’d take care of me instead of having a fun day out with Morgan or JJ.” You complain. “I don’t want you sick. All it took was one sneeze from a guy who didn’t even know he had it to get me sick.” You reason. “Imagine what a thousand sneezes from me will do to you?” You ask him, almost testing his germaphobia. 

Instead of the reasonable response of ‘Oh you’re right, I should probably go and leave you alone so I don’t get sick’ plus whatever statistic he found appropriate, he instead pressed a kiss to your lips. “Then I’ll take a thousand sneezes. Besides, Morgan is out with Garcia. JJ’s with her family. I-If I’m honest I’d like to be with mine.” He insists, making you blush heavily. 

“Spence…” You whine. 

“Don’t ‘Spence’ me. I’ll be right back. I’ll make you something to eat.” He promises before he stands up, kissing your head before he turns to head to your kitchen. You shook your head and smiled to yourself. 

He returned shortly after with a bowl of warm soup. He set it on your nightstand and pulled out a container of cough syrup and the bottle of medication I had left on the table after returning from the pharmacy. “You need to treat that cough along with your fever. These pills won’t do you much good if you don’t take them. Especially on an empty stomach.” He insists, pouring the exact amount of cough syrup into the measuring cup/lid. He lifted it up to your lips and indicated for you to open. You rolled your eyes again at his way of treating you like a child. However, you still opened up to let him pour the medicine into your mouth. 

It was extremely nasty. Which is why you preferred to just tough it out. Guess this is what you got for dating a guy so infatuated with statistics and facts. He knew what was best for you; even if you didn’t want it. You coughed and groaned at the taste, making him chuckle softly. You peeked open an eye and glared at him. He shook his head and sat on the bed beside you. “You still have these too. Ibuprofen, or acetaminophen is great at lowering fevers. So I added a few.” He explains as he puts a few pills in your hand. You groan at the brightly colored fever reducing pill in your hand along with the tylenol. You hated this part. You gave Spencer your best puppy dog-eyed look and slightly pouted your lower lip. Sure, you looked like a child. But you didn’t care. 

Spencer laughed at the look you gave him, picking up the cup of water he had managed to bring it as well. “You aren’t getting out of this, (Y/N/N).” He says heartily. You pouted fully, closing the pills into a fist and crossing your arms like a child in time-out for drawing on the walls. Spencer grinned at this, pressing a kiss under your ear. “Stop pouting or I’ll kiss that lip for you.” He teases, nipping at your ear playfully. You felt a small shiver run down your spine as you groaned. Why must he do that when you were sick? 

You huffed and took in a puff of air. You grabbed the glass of water, taking a swig before you put the pills in your mouth. You swallowed uncomfortably, almost coughing afterwards. You put the cup back into Spencer’s hand with a grumpy look. He smiled at you amused, an eyebrow raised the entire time. “There, happy?” 

Spencer grinned wider and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer as he whispered “Very.” 

You groan and try to shove him away. He instead just pulls you closer and presses multiple kisses to your cheek. “Stoppp…” You whine, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips. He smirked and pulled your head to lay against his chest. 

“No.” He persists, running a few fingers through your hair. You sigh, enjoying the tenderness of his fingers gently massaging your head through your hair. He hummed softly a tune you could only recognize as Bethoven’s Symphony number 9. Before you met Spencer, you wouldn’t have been able to differentiate one of Bethoven’s works from another other than a name you might’ve seen on youtube. Now you could tell just by the tone and rhythm. 

You closed your eyes and hummed along with him, forgetting a few parts that he helped you with. Thank god for his eidetic memory. Even in small moments, it helps. He kisses your head as he finishes with the tune, rubbing your shoulder through the blanket that hadn’t fallen from your left shoulder. Otherwise, you had no covering since the blanket had fallen and Spencer was warm. You whine softly as he moves, upsetting your comfy position. 

“You need to eat, you know.” he points out, having grabbed the bowl of soup he had brought in earlier. You didn’t feel like eating. Although your stomach growled in protest to that thought. You just didn’t feel up to it. But you ignored the feeling and turned enough for Spencer to spoon feed you. You never said you were a complete stubborn woman. 

Spencer smiled again as you let him lift the spoon to your lips. From the way he looked at you, you could tell it was his plan the whole time to spoon feed you. You swallowed the soup he helped you eat, humming at the warmth. You still didn't like being babied, but this felt nice. For some reason. 

"Why couldn't you just feed me while we were cuddling? That was comfy." You whined. He shook his head and chuckled, kissing your cheek instead as a response. 

You huffed when he didn't respond, taking a moment to take the new spoonful he had gathered in the metal spoon. "Spence…" you whined, only getting another playful chuckle in response. 

"You're only decreasing the probability that I give into what you want by begging." He informed. You pout again and let a small smile place itself on your lips. He grinned and kissed you gently. 

"Is my probability up now?" You ask, laughing a bit. He chuckled again, getting you another spoonful of soup. 

"Definitely." He says sarcastically. 

"No fair. And all I wanted was cuddles." 

"No you want to get out of eating." He rephrases your statement. You, knowing he was right, just took the spoon from him and shoved it in your mouth in protest. He let out a cackle of laughter, turning your head towards his face to press kisses on your cheeks. 

"You're too cute for your own good." He says with a sigh. You giggle in response and take out the spoon. Spencer takes this opportunity and grabs the spoon back from you faster than you could realize he was going for it. 

"Spencer!" You gasp in mock disbelief. He grinned again. You were surprised his face didn't hurt yet from smiling so much. You loved his smile, especially this cheeky one. But you didn't want him to know that right now. You were fake mad at him. For stealing a spoon. 

"What? I saw the chance and figured my probability of getting it back was more than 75%. So, naturally, I took it." He teases, poking your nose. You huffed and took the bowl from him gently and lifted it to your lips, sipping most of it. 

"There. No more soup." You huffed. But in the mix of your insistence to be stubborn, and your sick brain, you played right into his hands. He had wanted you to eat more, and you had. 

"Good. Now you can come here and cuddle with me." He says in a happy and teasing tone. You glare at him annoyedly and playfully. 

"Now you'll cuddle with me? Seriously?" You ask. He nods, pulling you close by your hand. 

"Cuddling, in it's more specific term has actually been proven to release oxytocin, which can help when you're sick to keep your symptoms from getting worse. They also have been proven to help with lessening pain with the distraction." He explains, petting your hair to help relax you. You hummed happily as he began to rattle off facts on cuddling. Anything that comes out of his mouth was something you wanted to hear. You just loved hearing his voice. Maybe there was some truth in the whole cuddling as a distraction concept. 

"Oh yeah?" You said semi-groggily. He smiled, kissing your forehead before speaking up again. 

"Yes, actually. It's proven to lessen stress and lower high blood pressures. The oxytocin released acts like pain blockers. It can help stop pain signals as well." He explains as he helped you to once again lay your head on his chest. 

"Sounds nice…" you reply tiredly. He smiled and adjusted you and him to lay near the head of the bed. 

"You know… it also helps with sleep. Lessening the presence of nightmares." He adds, knowing you were close to falling asleep. 

You mumbled a few words before they turned into incoherent mumbles. You curled up against his chest and clutched at his shirt. He couldn't help but admire how peaceful you looked. He didn't like seeing you upset in any form. Especially the one where you're sick. But he was glad to have been here for this one. 

He pet your hair gently again as he continued to hum. You were beautiful. Inside and out. And he was the lucky one to be able to see it all as much as he wanted. Especially this form of beauty: you curled up peacefully in his arms away from all the evil he faced every day. Though he couldn't keep it that way forever, although he would damn well try, he was going to protect you and hold you as close as your physical bodies would let you. And love you, more than the human brain was capable of comprehending. 

[ren1327]

Sweater Weather Ch. 6

Kenji noticed how quiet Ben was as he packed his suitcase again, too focused on folding his shirts a certain way.

“You excited?” Kenji asked.

“About what?”

“The hotel stay?” Kenji asked.

“Oh! Yeah. We’re coming back after the run through, right?”

“Yeah, it’s just a week.” Kenji said and stared at his suitcase.

“Oh…Um, will it be that short?” He asked.

“Do you wanna just…stay here?” Kenji asked. “I mean, we still go in a couple days and make it the night before if you want. Have some time to cool our heads.”

“Will that be okay?” Ben asked.

“Sure!” Kenji said. “Let me just go tell my Dad.”

 *

 Candy hugged him extra tight.

“I hope your cold feels better, Mijo.” She said and smiled at Ben, who smiled back, bundled in pajamas and a blanket wrapped around to his ears.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to take Carmen?” Kosei asked and his daughter huffed.  

“Daddy! I can feed myself and I’ll stay out of the way. Besides. That means I get to know Ben better!” She said. “I can make him caldo and spiced atole!”

“I don’t know what those are, but I’m gonna eat them.”

“Heck yeah, we are!” Kenji said excitedly. “Cause I’m gonna help!”

“You still cook, Mi Bebe?” Candy asked with a smile.

“I…I lived alone.” Kenji said. “It’s not as good as yours but…”

Candy cocked her head and kissed his cheek, pinching it.

“Pobrecito…” She said with a laugh. “Be safe and stay warm.”

“Owen will bring you two back in two days.” Kosei said and hugged Carmen close.

“Okay. Have fun!” Carmen yelled as they left.

She turned around with a grin, scooping up Bumpy.

“I’m going to make caldo for dinner, but for now, me and Bumpy are gonna go watch Ducktales and eat jerky!”

“Floss after!” Kenji called as she ran up the stairs.

“Think they bought the sick act?” Ben asked, dropping the blanket from his head down to his shoulders.

“Nope. But they’re catering to you.” He said, placing his hands on Ben’s exposed shoulders.

“Isn’t that my boyfriend’s job?” Ben asked with a smile.

“Just act sick today and we can do something tomorrow.” Kenji said, turning around to hide his blush.

“Okay.” Ben said. “So…I’m assuming most of this act will be bumming around and cuddling?”

Kenji cleared his throat.

“My parents aren’t here…” He said.

“Practice.”

Kenji blinked and looked at Ben, looking up from hooded eyes.

“I…okay. You wanna read a book while I look at my phone?” Kenji asked.

“You know me so well, Honey.” Ben said with a tilt of his head.

Kenji’s heart thudded as he looked down at his pretend boyfriend.

 *

 Carmen knocked gently on the door and Kenji called out to let her in.

She opened it slowly and peek in, the smell of rich chicken soup wafting through the house.

“Kenji, can you help me with something?” She asked.

Kenji looked down at Ben, who was curled up in another one of his sweaters and sleeping soundly.

“Sure.” He said and wrapped a blanket around Ben, kissing his forehead.

“Aw~” Carmen cooed.

“Shut up. You’ll get it.” He said knowingly.

He followed her to the kitchen, where she had a large crockpot full of shredded chicken and veggies.

“I always get the spices wrong even when I follow Mama’s recipe.” She whined.

“I got ya.” He said and grabbed a rotating spice rack of glass shakers filled with chopped herbs, ground spices and full leaves.

“First off, no cilantro. It taste like soap to some people so just better to nix it. Next, we add cumin, black peppercorn, a whole bay leaf and chili paste.” He said, making a showoff adding the spices and stirring it with a wooden spoon. “I don’t smell that certain…twang.”

“Not everyone can handle your spice!” She reminded him. “But…maybe jalapeno juice?”

“Ding ding ding! Prize to the cutie in Steven Universe socks!” He said and she smiled, getting him a bottle from the fridge.

He added a splash, stirred it once more and covered it. “And now we wait two awful hours.”

“We can start the rice after about an hour and a half, right?” She asked.

“So…what do you say we go all the way with this meal?” he asked.

“You mean-?!”

“Chocolate time, Baby!” He said and she squealed.

He quickly grabbed a few bowls and pans. Carmen placed her phone in a speaker and quick tempered guitar sounded in the kitchen.

It was no secret that the Kon siblings took after their mother’s culture when it came to food. They joked that was how she had seduced their father before winning him over with her empathetic personality. They had explored her childhood hotspots, from the River Walk, to the Art Museum to Fiesta Square and the Quarry Market, they had walked and shopped with their Mama and visit old friends in the barrios near downtown to check on them.

“When I was little, my Tia lived with two other families in a house meant for one. But they cooked together and worked hard so their children could go to school and do something with their lives. And we made sure to return and take care of them.” She said as their old Tia sat in a plush chair, eyes closed in content and body relaxed as Carmen chattered on about her day at school, Kosei watching them worriedly to make sure the old woman did not get overwhelmed in the small hot kitchen.

“But I remembered the food and how good it was. Even if there wasn’t a lot, there was still so much love and flavor in it.” She said, stirring the red rice and a teen Kenji adding peas and sliced jalapenos to it. “So when I cook, I remember the love and care that went into it and remember what my family did, where we came from. How a lot can go into a little still.”

She then held out a small spoon of rice and Kenji took a bite; lemon, tomatoes, and pepper blending together perfectly into the rice and blooming over his tongue. He felt his Mother’s kiss on his forehead and smiled.

He sighed happily as he mixed the chocolate and then held the spoon to Carmen to taste. She took it and happily put it in her mouth with a hum.

Had Ben experienced what his mother had in her childhood?

Had his mother shown him her love in what little she could give. Kenji Recalled how he and Carmen had nice clothes and food growing up. How Carmen asked for a game and got it the same day.

His parents worked their butts off and he…

He had just run away.

No wonder his father was so pissed at him all those years and now…

Now he saw him and Ben and looked hopeful. Like Kenji might pull himself together for Ben and that…that…

“That’s not fair.” He said out loud and noticed Carmen had paused holding out the small desert bowls decorated with diamond.

“Kenji?” She asked.

“I…I’ve been such a dick.” He sighed and hugged Carmen.

“Um, let’s plate these and put them away and then…you wanna talk?” She asked.

“Yeah.” Kenji said and she held the bowls as he filled them.

Carmen placed them in the freezer, and they started on the dishes, washing them by hand this time.

“I’ll wash, you dry.” Carmen said and Kenji nodded, both of them rolling up their sleeves in unison.

As they settled in a nice silence, Kenji looked at Carmen.

“I ran away after the breakup and I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing to me?” She asked.

Kenji took a breath and turned to his sister, leaning against the counter top.

“I know about the bullying.”

“I…of course you do.” She sighed.

“Carm, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s no big deal.” She huffed, handing him a pot.

“It is to me!” Kenji said, aggressively wiping it down with a towel. “My little sister is hurting and I…”

“What would you even do?” She asked.

“I…I don’t know, something!”

“Kenji!” She said and looked at him. “You’re here. You’re here and that’s…”

She sniffed as her voice cracked, eyes filling with tears.

“You’re here and I’m okay.” She sobbed the last word, Kenji gathering her in his arms.

“Yeah…” He said and rubbed her back. “And I’m gonna be here for you no matter what.”

“What about—”

“Shh…” Kenji whispered. “Let me be here for you.”

Carmen nodded into his shirt.

“I have something to tell you.” He said. “About Ben.”

“That you two are obviously not an item?”

He pulled her back.

“What the heck, Carmen?” He yelled.

“I could tell, duh. You two are so not okay in each other’s arms and you are so forced.” She said with a smirk. “You can fool Mama and Dad, but not me.”

“So…”

“Explain.” She said and Kenji sighed.

“Well…”

 *

 Ben woke up to Bumpy licking his face.

He took a deep breath and Carmen was there, eyes watery and clutching her dress.

“Carmen?” He asked, then huffed when the teen hugged him around the neck.

“I’m so sorry!” She cried. “I didn’t know my brother dragged you into this dumb mess!”

“Uh…” Kenji said, his left cheek red from a slap.

“You told her.” Ben said.

“He did and I am so mad and sad and…”

“He wanted to make your parents proud.” Ben said with a sigh. “And I needed to get away for a bit.”

“Do you two even like each other?” Carmen asked.

“I…” Ben bit his lip. “I cant answer that right now. I’m comfortable with your brother.”

“You shouldn’t settle with someone who hurt you!” Carmen yelled and Ben looked up at Kenji.

“You told her—”

“Everything.” Kenji said.

“Carmen.” Ben said and pulled her to sit next to him, taking her hands. “Listen. I hated your brother back then.”

Kenji cringed.

“I thought it was his fault my mom got too stressed and…” He took another deep breath. “It wasn’t. We were just stupid kids doing stupid things at the worst time…And yes. Your brother hurt me. Scarred me in some ways. And you know what happened?”

“What?”

“I dated an absolute scumbag cause I thought, ‘hey, I could take years of abuse from Kenji Kon, I can handle this.’ But I couldn’t…He…” Ben covered his mouth and gagged a bit, Kenji grabbing the trash can and holding it under Ben’s head.

He pushed it away, shaking his head.

“He hurt me so bad.” He said and Carmen covered her mouth. “And I was okay with that.”

“W-Why?” She asked.

“I’ve been a victim,” Ben said, voice wobbling. “Like, my whole life. And I hated it. And now, I’m homeless and leeching off the only people who have ever been nice to me. And I hate it.”

He sniffed and wiped his hot face, vision blurry.

“So when I realized I could find a way out with your brother’s help, I thought, ‘well, he owes me’. And yet…He has shown me something I cant believe. He’s changed, Carmen. And I never thought I’d be excited to see Kenji Kon, than I am when he comes through a door. And yeah…maybe this is fake, but I’m happier that he’s willing to help me stand on my own two feet by showing me that change is possible. He went from an absolute dick—”

“I was.” Kenji interjected.

“—to a kind and devoted older brother who adores his parents, his friends and wants to make up for what he did to me.” Ben said. “And I’m giving him this chance. I’m sorry we lied.”

“This is still really messed up. What if Mama and Dad want you two to…y’know…stay together?” She asked.

“I’d tell them everything. In all honesty, it was mainly to show I had gotten over Brooklynn.” Kenji said.

“Have you?” Carmen asked.

Kenji made a face and Ben huffed, grabbing his boots and coat. “Excuse me.”

Carmen watched as Kenji quickly followed Ben out the hall and to the backyard.

“This was so stupid!” Ben yelled into the trees.

Kenji grabbed his arms and pulled him back. “Dude, you’re in pajamas!”

“I don’t care! This is…This was a mistake, Kenji…” Ben said.

“Ben…please, hate me all you want, but I need you, not just for this stupid lie.” Kenji said. “I…You make me happy, Ben.”

“Happy?”

“You make me calm and like…like I can have this.”

“And what is this?” Ben asked with a shake of his head.

Kenji pulled him into a tight hug. Ben blushed as he felt the other’s chest thudding.

“Kenji?”

“I liked you. Back then, I liked you and I was such an asshole.” He said.

Ben shoved him away. “That is such…You are such a…”

His face was red and his nose wrinkled and Kenji could see tears building again.

“I think I still do…” Kenji said, taking a step forward.

Ben covered his face before reaching out and yanking Kenji down by his shirt collar, kissing him as snow started to fall. Ben pushed him back a bit, to glare at him with almost no heat.

“Then do this correctly.” Ben hissed and pulled him back into another kiss.

After a moment, Kenji put his own coat around Ben.

“Let’s get you into a warm bath. It’s too cold for you here.” Kenji said and led him back into the house and past Carmen, who seemed to be grinning behind her hands.

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Sorry this took so long. But hopefully, I can continue when I have time, and power. Hopefully Texas will get back to normal soon. 

[kireihan]

ship headcanons: mc gets sick

Leviathan x Bernadette:

is it the time?? the long awaited episode where the love interest gets sick??  hello?? his time has come

except he knows like batshit abt what to do when his lover is sick

spends like an hour freaking the f u c k out because bern?? are you ok?? talk to me honey are you dying?? is everything alright??

i mean, he knows that you need the towel and the soup so he isn’t entirely hopeless

no sickies in his room pls and thanks, cant have no germs on his precious figures. plus where would bern sit in his room? there is no rest only weeb here.

has a cooler body temperature compared to the other brothers. his hands are always fucking cold man, who needs a towel when you have levi’s hands? 

watches anime with her. then realizes it’s actually straining her, so he actually holds back from watching to wait for her

pls he tries his best

Solomon x Horizon:

“wdym you aren’t coming over today” “dude im sick” “sick what? are you sick of my shit? too bad you have to deal with me~ ��no im like sick sick i cant” “shit im sorry hold on ill be right there babe”

snip snap he works his fucking magic and she’s well again

except his magic makes her feel like 10x as worse before becoming better the next day so she would rather not do it that way

solomon thinks she’s a pussy, brave it out for like 12 hours and ur fine the next day “just do it, i’ll make you feel better” “12 hours of torture? for a cold? hell nah”

hori is a bit more sensitive when she’s sick so solomon isn’t as annoying

treats her rather nicely actually

“babe please sit down” “no i wanna-” “n o” “i’m fine” “you are not fine do you feel your own fever- oh there she went. she fainted.” 

Lucifer x Lia

lmao bitch wont even touch you unless he has gloves and a mask bc what will happen if he gets sick?? god forbid he has to take a day off

she insists on going to school but lucifer makes her stay at home

lucifer is really sick of her getting so irritable like my god just cooperate stop snapping at him 

hires the royal doctor to take care of her because his princess deserves the best

and because he’s too prideful to admit he knows shit when it comes to taking care of a sick human

caught a cold afterwards bcause god hates him

thats funny of me to say

sits by the bed and spoon feeds lia soup during the peak of her illness

Barbatos x Julia

barbatos barely has to do anything because julia is prepared. she’s a competent witch

that doesn’t stop him from fretting on the inside

isn’t as overbearing/skittish as the others, but makes sure he checks in on her everynow and then

julia finds out he makes insanely good soup, i mean she already knew that but he cooked it specifically for her when she’s sick

sometimes julia will fake sick to eat it

she does become a lot grumpier and kinda clingy when sick, since her senses are a little messed up with the cold making it a little harder to perceive things so she leans on barbatos for this

julia once tripped and fell when she was heading to the bathroom during a high fever and barb had a fucking heart attack

Mammon x Reese

someone actually save these two. like my god.

mammon becomes really sulky in school and refuses to do anything without reese around 

reese will haul himself to school but mammon hauls his ass right back to bed then proceed to complain about reese’s absence. 

“dude you okay?” “yeah it’s jsut a little stuffy nose.” “you don’t look very good.” “just a little dizzy, i’m sure it’ll go away” “bRUH-”

mammon slams open the door to catch reese streaming on deviltube because reese is bored

back to bed a g a i n mammon is about to lose his cool

mammon knows shit about taking care of a sick human but this is his human you’re talking about, so he goes and buys expensive medicine

claims his finger slipped when buying it lmao

eventually mammon falls asleep next to reese’s bed

and catches a cold from being the idiot who continues to ask for kisses

Beelzebub x Sen

beelzebub is so confused but tries his best

goes to barbatos to learn how to make soup for sen because soup always makes him feel better

sen complains about feeling cold, and beel knows he has the highest body temperature out of the demons and has a pretty strong immune system from eating god knows what so he has no qualms about crawling into bed with sen and cuddling her so she’s warm

i mean she actually has a fever but sen slapped on one of those menthol cooling patches on her forehead so it’s gucci

beel’s hands are large and warm. instant heating pads. 

really attentive and sits by her bed like a sad puppy asking if she needs anything 

since he has a habit of guarding lucifer’s room when said brother is sick, he guards sen’s room too. just kinda sits in front with his ddd and a pile of snacks, inconveniencing everyone who tries to pass by the hallway

Belphegor x Usako

walks around house of lamentation wrapped in a blanket and leaving tissues in her wake

why is she so mopey my god belphegor doesn’t have the energy for this. slaps a cold towel on her forehead and passes out on the floor

usako literally refuses to rest so belphe has to cast a sleeping spell on her to get her to stay down and recover

belphe goes to ask beel how to help usako get better since beel seems to have better success with sen

you have to realize belphie, sen and beel are like one of the only functional couples here ok.

“why are you so fussy just eat the medicine.” “sTOP FUSSING” “MY GOD JUST EAT IT” belphie is like yey close to flipping his shit

accidentally made her cry because she’s sensitive and belphie sighs really loudly as if to say “damn ur annoying” but goes to cuddle her anyways and presses kisses to her forehead to pacify her

she shows up the next day 100% genki genki and belphie is like “??? weren;t you just sniffling and coughing and having a fever yesterday what happened to you” 

Satan x Yen

satan is probably one of the only competent boyfriends here ngl

has read a ton of books and spends his time reading random things on the internet so he figures out what yen might need

except the damn girl is always sleeping and it’s time for her daily dose of medicine which unlike usako, she doesn’t kick up a fuss over eating. 

gets sick pretty easily and is prone to high fevers. satan ignores her complaining as he places cold towels on her back and forehead. 

yen’s usually too tired and sluggish to actually put up a struggle so there’s just a lot of verbal whining abt the cold 

becomes kinda childish when sick, when she’s really tired and about to fall asleep, she’ll tug on satan’s sleeve and ask him to stay a while

also gets really clingy and hates being alone 

but she’s asleep like 99% of the time lmao

[suckerfordeansfreckles]

I got one! Um, cas calling Dean late at night cause he was sick, and dean was worried, and cas just wants some comfort, and it might just devolve cuz dean just can't help his love of cas and his growly sick voice . . . And cas may have already known that lol.

Soup & Syrup on AO3

Word count: 1.548 words

Rating: General Audience

Some tags: soft boys, best friends to lovers, sick Cas, AU, gentle caretaker Dean, getting together, no real kisses though because Cas is SICK

Note: @ladygotsoul I hope you like this, love, and it made you feel as soft and happy as it made my own currently sick (and possibly using this fic to project and wish lol) ass. I adore you

“Hello, Dean,” Cas says, as soon as the call connects.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean mumbles into the speaker, sounding soft and half-asleep. “Fuck, you don’t sound so good.”

“Yeah, it’s—” he has to break off into a coughing fit, returning to the phone with his voice sounding even raspier. And it speaks volumes that even he himself notices it. “It’s gotten worse.”

He started feeling sick two days ago, throat raw and hurting, every part of his body in pain as if he’ll burn up with fever any second. Then he had to cancel their weekly study date in the library this afternoon, to stay home and take a quick nap that accidentally ended up four hours long and left him groggy and sweaty and weird.

Dean has been sending him texts, five since he cancelled earlier, and as soon as Cas felt awake and present enough to respond, he called.

This is where they are now, around 1 a.m. on a Saturday. He didn’t really stop to look at the clock before he called Dean, but — well. He was just hoping Dean would be awake, maybe out with friends. He was just hoping that maybe, maybe, Dean would come by and dote a little on him. Just because having his best friend around always makes him feel better. Not because he craves Dean’s presence, his palm on Cas’ forehead and his hands tucking him in beneath his blanket. Absolutely not.

“— over? Cas?” Dean speaks against his ear, low and urgent, and Cas realizes that he hasn’t been listening at all during the past few moments.

“Sorry?” he rasps. “I spaced out for a bit.”

“How are you feeling?” he asks, and this time it’s soft, but still somewhat urgent.

“I feel a little better, spent most of the evening asleep and drinking tea. I’m just… groggy and weird. And my cough isn’t going away,” Cas says. Maybe pouts, but Dean can’t see that, so he’s good for now.

“I have some cough syrup at home. You want me to come over and bring it?” Dean shoots back immediately, no hesitation in his voice.

“It’s way too late, but thank you. Maybe tomorrow you cou—” his voice breaks in the middle of his sentence, and that hurts his throat so much, that he falls into another coughing fit. He tries to cover it by pressing his phone against his sweater-covered stomach and coughing into the crook of his arm, but as soon as his lungs have calmed down and he pulls his phone back to his ear to restart his sentence, Dean interrupts.

“I’m coming over,” he says, worried and determined. “I’m picking up soup and bringing the syrup. You need anything else?”

Cas is stunned into a few seconds of silence, can’t help the way his heart clenches in his chest with happiness and something way too close to the desperate love he has been suppressing for months, now. “I — Thank you, Dean. That — You’re amazing. Maybe you could bring a change of clothes and… stay over, tonight?”

“Sure,” Dean breathes. “Okay, be there in 15. Don’t fall asleep on me.”

And before Cas can reply anything at all, Dean ends the call and Cas is left alone with his thoughts.

He realizes, suddenly, how disgusting he currently is. He rips open the windows in his bedroom and living room, hopes for a breeze that will bring in some fresh air, and hops into his shower — hoping that his downstairs neighbors won’t hate him for all the noise at 1:27 a.m.

When he steps out of the shower after a quick scrubbing and the cool air hits him, he starts shivering like crazy. It doesn’t seem to matter how long he uses his towel to rub himself dry, how he uses his blow-dryer for the first time in ages or that he puts on sweatpants and two pairs of socks and his coziest sweater, he’s still shaking when he sinks down on his couch and wraps a blanket around himself. At least he isn’t smelling so bad anymore. Just in case Dean feels like giving im a hug, or something.

Cas is fighting sleep again, head lolling back against the headrest of the couch, when Dean arrives and Cas hears him unlock the front door.

Dean switches on the lights as he steps inside and closes the door behind himself, and as soon as Cas managed to blink his eyes open in the bright light, he finds Dean slipping out of his shoes, a soft smile on his lips and a plastic bag in his hand.

“Hey there,” he says, pulling off his jacket and closing the distance between them to sink down on the couch next to Cas, one leg pulled up so he’s facing Cas.

“Hello,” Cas rasps, sitting up so he can look at Dean.

“I got some chicken broth and this vegetable thing, wasn’t sure what you’d want.” Dean pulls the containers from the bag, sets them down on the table and leans back again. “When was the last time you had some food?”

“I had some cereal for breakfast today, but  mostly I just… didn’t feel hungry at all. I could eat now, though. I take the vegetable thing and you can have chicken,” he says, trying to suppress a smile at the way Dean lights up with relief.

“Awesome,” Dean laughs, and then he’s up and rummaging through Cas’ kitchen for spoons.

They eat in silence, straight from the plastic containers, sitting side by side and gently bumping elbows every now and then. When they are done, Dean grabs Cas’ spoon and fills it with the cough syrup, going as far as raising it up to Cas’ lips so he can slurp it up in an, unfortunately, very unattractive way that has both of them snorting a little.

“Thank you,” Cas says. “Seriously, for everything.”

“Dude, of course. You sounded — I mean, honestly, you still don’t sound so good. All… growly,” he blushes a little, and Cas can’t do anything but find him unreasonably delightful.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” Dean clears his throat. “Growly and raspy. Um. And with the red nose and flushed cheeks.”

“You like that?” Cas can’t help but ask, and he’ll just blame this bluntness on the raising fever later on.

Dean blushes even harder, a lovely shade of crimson that has his eyes looking impossibly greener. “I mean —I like your voice plenty enough, when you’re healthy and feeling good.”

“You do?” Cas grins, voice pitched even lower, and he can’t help but laugh at the way Dean shivers and sinks into the couch a little deeper. “Do you wanna watch something?” he asks, so Dean can deflect in that way he always likes to do.

“Sure, yeah,” he coughs, eyes averted. He gets up and starts Netflix on the tv, starting up season one of Brooklyn 9/9, Cas’ most favorite comfort show. When he sinks back on the couch, it’s a little closer by Cas’ side.

They watch for a little while before Cas starts to shiver again, so Dean wanders off to get Cas’ blanket and switch off the lights. When he returns to the couch, Cas is stretched out along the edge. “Would you… hold me?” he asks, raspy and honestly quite miserable.

Dean looks down at him a little hesitant for a few long seconds, but then he smiles wide and determined, blurts “sure,” and snuggles down between Cas and the back of the couch and carefully wraps his arms around Cas’ middle. “This okay?” he asks, pulling the soft blanket up around them.

“Mhm,” Cas sighs softly, “very much so.” He melts back against Dean’s chest, and feels Dean’s heart pick up speed just like his own is doing. “This is nice. I’ve been… hoping for this.”

“Yeah?” Dean asks, breathless and quiet. His arms tighten around Cas’ waist, head tipping down until his nose is buried in Cas’ wild hair. “Me too. Didn’t really think it’d happen this way, but… I will not complain.”

Cas turns in his arms, until he can look up at his face, and his stomach feels all warm and fuzzy. “I adore you,” he says, and Dean’s lips stretch into the cutest smile ever.

“I adore you, too,” Dean whispers back, but when he leans down, Cas ducks away so his lips land on Cas’ forehead instead of against his own lips.

“I’m sorry,” he rumbles. “But as much as I want this, I’m not gonna get you sick, too. You can kiss me all you want as soon as whatever-this-is is finally over, though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. As much as you want,” Cas mumbles, and then he buries his head against Dean’s shoulder and unabashedly breathes in his woodsy, leathery smell for the very first time ever.

Maybe they end up not watching any tv at all. Maybe Cas falls asleep buried against Dean’s shoulder in mere seconds. Maybe they spend all of the weekend wrapped up on the couch together, only interrupted by Dean cooking some food and brewing tea and feeding Cas cough syrup.

Maybe, just maybe, Cas falls impossibly harder for his best friend during those few days cooped up together — and tells him so by the end of the weekend.

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[pastelwitchling]

25 Days of Fluff Day 13

               Michael woke to his favorite music. The air around his face was scorching, he was freezing, his muscles were weighing him down, and his eyelids felt heavy as he opened them. He vaguely remembered having caught a fever last night. Alex had been working in the kitchen, getting him hot water for his feet, a cold rag for his forehead, making him a cup of tea for his stomach – and in the midst of his miserable state, the last thing Michael wanted to do was sit in a bedroom without Alex. So he slept on the living room couch, watching the airman work in the kitchen.

               Right now, he was going back and forth between the chopped vegetables and spices on the counter to a pot of something steaming – soup, Michael guessed – on the stove, singing Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas under his breath.

               Michael closed his eyes, letting his boyfriend’s voice wash over him. Alex was always so careful not to sing loudly, not to be heard, even though Michael had told him several times that he loved it when he sang. He wished he would sing louder now.

               No sooner had he felt himself drift off to the music than he felt himself gently stirred awake by a hand on his arm.

               “Hey,” Alex said, sitting on the carpet beside him with a bowl of hot soup, the smell appealing even now when Michael felt like he could hardly stomach anything at all. Alex’s hands were warm from the bowl as he tucked a curl behind Michael’s ear. With a glance at the clock, Michael realized he’d just slept for another half hour. He must really be out of it. “I made you some food.”

               “’Lex,” Michael mumbled, his lungs feeling swollen in his throat.

               “I know you don’t feel like it, but you have to eat.”

               Alex’s voice was so soft. Michael didn’t know if he was too hazed to hear him properly, or if the airman was purposefully being quiet so as not to disrupt the peace brought on by the faint piano music in the background playing Silent Night.

               Alex set the meal aside, and helped Michael into a sitting position against the cushions. He sat down beside him, and put the bowl in his lap, carefully blowing on a spoonful before feeding it to Michael. The cowboy swallowed with eyes shut tight, the simple act difficult with the state of his lungs, and after another few spoons, his head fell onto Alex’s shoulder. The soup was good, and the logical, grownup part of Michael knew it was good for him to eat, but he was sick, and didn’t feel like being a logical grownup.

               He groaned, muttering nonsensical words even to his own ears as he nuzzled Alex’s neck, wrapping an arm around his waist, and cuddling up to him as if he was a giant pillow.

               Alex sighed, and Michael heard a laugh. He ran a hand up Michael’s back, and even through the many layers, Michael could feel him.

               “Sing,” he muttered.

               “Hm?”

               Michael held Alex tighter, sighing deeply against the airman’s warm sweater as he felt a thick blanket pulled over the both of them, the bowl of soup lay forgotten on the coffee table.

               “Sing, Alex. Wanna hear you sing,” was all Michael was able to say.

               Alex said nothing for a moment, then, so softy that Michael felt every bone in his body absolutely melt to the sound, Alex sang to the piano music. As Silent Night played on, the flames crackled in the fireplace, and Alex’s heart beat against Michael’s ear, Michael fell asleep.

[sunnyskiesmike]

Sick. (m.c x reader)

Because it’s allergy season y’all.

The soft glow of the early morning gently touched the inside of the bedroom through the window, tawny colors of dawn painting the walls. Soft snores emitted from a messy-haired Michael, who was wrapped up beneath plush blankets. His arms and legs were wrapped around a body pillow, a girlfriend-sized decoy that you had used to keep from waking him up this early in the morning.

It was one of his only days away from the studio. After weeks of hard work on their latest single, ‘Teeth,’ Michael and his bandmates finally had a well-deserved break. You could feel the exhaustion radiating from him when he’d arrived home last night as he had wrapped you up in his arms to nuzzle into your neck and place lazy kisses to the skin.

He had been so tired. You did not want to wake him up.

Especially not in your current condition. If he woke up and saw you now, he would never go back to sleep. He would stay up and fuss over you, like he did when you were sick.

....And you were currently sick.

It had been a slight case of the sniffles when Michael had arrived home. Not much, but just enough to make Michael perk up his head and ask if you were okay. You, of course, claimed that you were fine. Just some seasonal allergies, no more, no less.

But, when you woke up at 6:13 in the morning, head pounding with stuffed sinuses, you knew it was a little bit more than just allergies.

You had slowly wormed out of Michael’s arms and got up out of the bed, replacing yourself with the you-sized pillow before he could wake up. You stumbled into the bathroom and glanced at yourself in the mirror, stomach clenching at the ghastly sight.

You looked like absolute shit.

Your skin was off from it’s normal shade, your eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and your nose was a nice shade of cherry. It certainly reflected how you felt; your sinuses were so stuffed that your ears were clogged and your face felt like it was going to explode. You had slept alright, but you felt as if you hadn’t gotten any shut-eye in weeks. You sighed and massaged beneath your eyes, trying to relieve some of the pressure of what was no doubt a sinus infection.

You decided that all you wanted was to go downstairs, take some medicine, and curl up on the couch to watch your favorite TV show. Michael’s snoring continued to emit from the bedroom, assuring you that he was getting the rest he deserved. 

That is, until you sneezed. Loudly.

You covered your mouth with your elbow to keep from spraying your sick germs all over the bathroom counter. 

Michael’s snoring stopped. You froze.

And then, to top it all off, you were suddenly sent into a rattly coughing fit. You covered your mouth with your sleeve once more, trying to muffle the sound. Once you had finally calmed down, you sighed and splashed some water in your face. You turned around to exit the bathroom, and nearly jumped out of your skin when you bumped into a sleepy Michael.

“AH! Babe, what are you doing up?” you croaked, cringing at how god-awful your voice sounded. You tried to mask it by clearing your throat. Michael leaned against the doorway, folding his arms.

“I should be asking you the same thing,” he retorted, “but I already know the answer; you’re sick.” his lips curled into a smirk. You felt a blush rise to your cheeks.

“It’s only some allergies.” you sighed. “Go back to sleep, Michael.”

He shook his head no. “No, you look like you got hit by a truck. YOU need to get some sleep, and I’m not going to rest until you’re better.” he replied, reaching out for you and pulling you into his arms.

You felt tears of guilt begin to prick at your eyes. “Mike, please go back to sleep, you had such a long week.” you whined hoarsely, trying to push him off of you. But, your illness rendered you weak.

“Shh, don’t worry about me.” he replied, lifting you up and carrying you to the bed. “Even if I wanted to go back to sleep, I couldn’t, knowing that you’re sick like this. You must feel miserable.” As if to confirm his theory, you let out another loud sneeze.

He gently set you down and kissed your forehead. “I’m going to get you some medicine and some soup. You just focus on getting some rest.” he said, gently stroking some hair out of your face. Before you could open your mouth to protest, he was already out of the room.

You sighed and snuggled into the soft blankets. You couldn’t breathe through your nose, so you had to perform the awful task of mouth-breathing. You squirmed uncomfortably as you tried to find a proper position, but to no avail. You felt the pressure in your face more than ever now, and you almost wished your damn face would just explode already and put you out of your misery. You grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and attempted to blow your nose, but nothing budged.

Moments later, Michael returned with a medicine bottle, two spoons, and a steaming bowl. He set the hot bowl on the bedside table, and you glanced over to see yellow broth and pale noodles; no doubt Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup... Not really appetizing to you on a normal day, but practically a delicacy when you’re sick like this. You looked up to see Michael pouring some thick, bright red medicine into a tablespoon. You scrunched up your nose at the thought of the awful taste you were about to endure.

“Open wide, y/n.” he sang playfully, making you cringe at how childish it made you feel. You shook your head and reached for the spoon.

“I’m not a baby, Michael. I can do it myself.” you protested, making Michael laugh.

“But I wanna take care of my baby,” he cooed, knowing how much he was annoying you. He almost felt guilty, poking fun at you while you were sick, but the pink cheeks and pouty lip you gave him made it all the more worth it.

“Fine.” you huffed and opened your mouth, allowing him to spoon the medicine into your mouth. Your face scrunched up as you swallowed that nasty cherry flavor. You wished you had remembered to buy the pill version the last time you were at the store.

“I know, you big baby, but it’ll make you feel better.” Michael chuckled and kissed your forehead. “How about some soup?”

“Yes please. But I’m eating it myself.” you replied, grabbing the bowl and spoon before he could decide to feed it to you like a baby bird. The childish attention was embarrassing, but you couldn’t help but admit, Michael’s doting ways made you feel a little bit better.

“You really should get some more sleep.” you said after taking a small sip of broth. “We can take a nap together, if that’s okay.”

Michael smiled. “Of course. But I’ll be watching you. You better get some rest, or I’ll stay up all night making sure you don’t move.” he threatened, crawling into the bed and wrapping his arm around you. You rolled your eyes.

“Fine. It’s a deal.” you sighed. You took a few more sips of broth before deciding you weren’t all that hungry and setting it on the nightstand. You snuggled into Michael’s warm arms, your eyelids growing heavy as he traced circles on your back and began talking mindlessly about how things had been going at the studio. You tried to listen and respond, but before he could finish, you had drifted off to sleep.

Michael looked down at your peaceful figure, smiling fondly. He kissed your forehead one last time before leaning back against his pillow and closing his eyes.

“Sleep well, sicko.” he murmured.

[moody-blues-requiem]

Hey, I hope I requested at the right time! If it’s alright, may I request a nsfw scenario with a yuki-onna Ghiaccio and a fem reader? Like the reader gets lost on his mountain and he finds her and begrudgingly takes her back to his warm home and sexy stuff happens?

This got kinda long but I’m putting it on my list of favorite things I’ve written. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it 💙

n/s/f/w under the cut

Your eyelids fluttered, your mind suspended somewhere in between sleep and waking. The mountain trek had been exhausting on your body, chilling you to the bone and testing your limits physically and mentally. But now you were snug in bed, finally warm--

Wait a second. You didn’t fall asleep in a bed.

Your eyes shot open, darting and panicked. Wooden walls surrounded you, logs packed tightly together, looking old and worn but they kept out the mountain cold. Assuming you were still on the mountain at all. You were covered in a thick fur blanket, soft and toasty. The room around you was mostly barren, only decorated with a few small furs hanging on the wall. Thinking back, the last thing you remembered was huddling down in an icy cave, freezing, sticking tight to the frozen rock walls, hoping for a break from the chilly winds. Feeling drowsy, you decided to rest your eyes… and now you were here. 

As tempting as it was to stay in bed, you decided to explore the cabin. Your body protested, bones cracking and muscles aching, but you made yourself stand and stretch. Only your underclothes-- the layer you wore above your underwear, but below a number of other thick clothes that were supposed to keep you warm-- remained on your body. Before you could get very far, though, there was a noise from somewhere else in the cabin. 

“FUCK!”

You weren’t alone. It made sense, you reasoned, someone had to bring you here, but… maybe it would be smarter to go back to sleep for a while, or at least pretend? No, your curiosity was too great. You had to know more. 

Opening the door slowly, you peered around the corner to see the rest of the cabin interior; a cozy-looking living room, an old couch parked in front of a roaring fireplace. Oh, how nice it would be in front of the fire… beyond the living room you could see the entry to the kitchen, the source of the noise. You couldn’t see who was there, only a shadow moving, and someone muttering to themselves. 

Steeling yourself, you called out. “Hello?”

“Shit!” the voice called back. You could see the shadow jump, startled, before the man ran to the kitchen entrance. “Do you know how rude it is to scare me like that?! Though I guess sneaking up behind me would have been worse…”

The man appeared before you in the kitchen doorway. Well, maybe “man” wasn’t correct. Almost all of him looked human-- two legs, two arms, one torso, one head, icy blue eyes to match his curly blue hair-- but protruding from his forehead and curved back slightly were two black, sharp horns. He wore long sleeves and pants, but only one layer was far too light for this weather. Ignoring his wardrobe, though, you couldn’t help but stare just above his head. 

“They’re horns! No need to look so damn confused about it.” 

“Sorry,” you stammered, “I-I… um. Haven’t seen a person with horns before. It’s… not common, where I’m from…?” You tried to be polite, but it didn’t sound too convincing, even to yourself. 

“It’s not common anywhere, genius. And I’m not a person either. I’m a Yuki-Otoko.”

The confusion must have been clear on your face, because the man followed himself with a yell. “A YUKI-OTOKO! A MALE YUKI-ONNA! YOU COME ONTO MY MOUNTAIN, NEARLY FREEZE TO DEATH IN A CAVE, I SAVE YOUR ASS AND YOU ACT LIKE YOU’VE NEVER EVEN HEARD OF ME?!”

“Maybe that’s why he doesn’t need winter clothes,” you thought to yourself. “All that anger keeps him warm.”

You *had* heard legends of a Yuki on the mountain, but you’d quickly dismissed them as silly myth. But here you were, standing in front of one. Had it not been for the horns, you could’ve mistaken him for a regular human with an abnormal tolerance for the cold. “So…” you were trying to take in all of the new information, but it was a lot to handle. “You’re not gonna eat me?”

The man’s palm slapped against his face. “Jesus Christ,” he mumbled, “what rumors are getting spread about me? I don’t eat people! Kill sometimes, but I don’t eat them!”

Hearing that he *sometimes* killed was the tipping point in your brain. Overwhelmed with stimuli and overcome by exhaustion, your vision faded, and you fell forward. 

When you had come to again, you were on the living room couch, wrapped up in the same thick blanket in front of the roaring fire. The Yuki was seated near your feet, a bowl of warm soup in his hands. One was on the small table in front of you, too. 

He noticed before you even thought you moved, as if he could read your mind. “You’re not strong enough yet, and I’m not letting you get soup all over my couch.”

A short pause. 

“I’ll feed you.”

For as angry as he had seemed earlier, the man was surprisingly gentle as he spooned the soup past your lips. Warm and hearty, you knew the ingredients had to be fresh. Maybe he had a winter garden. As he fed you, you got a good chance to really look at the man. The ebony-black horns were interesting, yeah, but… the way his blue curls beautifully framed his face, the sharp cheekbones and jawline, how you were certain you could see a sparkle of frost form on his lips when he blew on your soup to cool it down. Those pretty, plump lips....

A good meal in your belly made you grow sleepy, and before long you were drifting off once again. The man lifted you, still wrapped in your blanket, and carried you to the bedroom. Your sleepy eyes fluttered, looking up at him. 

“Got a name, Yuki?” you asked quietly. 

“Yeah, and it’s not Yuki. It’s Ghiaccio.” 

He set you down gently on the bed, adjusting the blanket so that you were covered completely. And then, Ghiaccio started undressing. 

“Wh… what are you doing?” you asked him, sleep heavy in your voice. 

“Going to bed?” he replied. “It’s my house, this is my bed.” You’d foolishly believed you were staying in a guest room-- though now that you thought about it, Yukis probably didn’t get too many visitors. You mentally debated going back to sleep on the couch, but before you could reach a decision, Ghiaccio had slid in next to you, under the covers. He was cold, more so than just a naturally low body temperature-- but with the thick blanket around you, his skin didn’t feel so bad. 

Oh, his skin. He was naked. 

“Are you always so cold?” you asked. As soon as it left your mouth, you knew it was a dumb question. 

“Yes.” Hmm. Maybe he was less angry when he was tired. 

“Would… would you like me to help warm you up?” 

He was silent for a moment. You could hear your heart beating, so loud you were worried that he could hear it too. 

“You can try.”

Turning, your lips found his in a flash. They were cold, like the rest of his body, but surprisingly soft. In no time your tongues had entwined together in a warm, sloppy makeout. You raked your fingers through his curls, while his chilly fingertips traced down your spine. The temperature difference made you jump, only moving yourself closer to Ghiaccio, your hips brushing against his. You felt him smirk into the kiss; all a part of his plan. Not wanting to be out-teased you tugged his hair back, exposing his neck for a flurry of love-bites. Already you could feel his dick starting to stir, twitching and pressing into your thigh. “Already, Ghiaccio?”

“It’s not like I have too many visitors out here. Especially not ones I wanna fuck.” 

“Oh?” you teased, feigning innocence. “You want to fuck me, Ghiaccio?”

The yuki laughed, a tad bit rougher than his normal tone, before rolling on top of you to pin you down with his body weight. “Do you want me to fuck you, human?” 

Grabbing one of his horns, you tugged him down into a kiss. Parting for just a moment to speak, you whispered to him. “Yes.”

The only light in the room was the moonlight reflected off the mountain’s perfect white snow. It was enough light for you to see by, and right now you were focused on Ghiaccio’s cock. Around 7 or 8 inches, uncut and standing proud. Contrasting his hair, his pubes were snowy white-- you wondered which ones he dyed. Leaning in, Ghiaccio circled your entrance with the tip of his cock, hissing in pleasure at how warm you were. He pulled up, making a few tight circles around your clit before thrusting down and into you, going slow, but working himself in all the way. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, leaning his weight on you. “I feel like I could melt.” You chuckled, giving him a little kiss. “Start slow. You’ll warm up. Or I’ll cool down maybe?” He rolled his eyes at the dumb joke, but not even the dim light could hide the little smile on his lips. Taking your suggestion he moved at what felt like a snail’s pace, inching his dick out of you and then pushing back in, gradually building speed and finding a steady rhythm. 

Ghiaccio felt like heaven. You’d heard of a frozen dildo from some off-the-wall sex magazine, and at the time had written it off as pure nonsense. But here, now, Ghiaccio’s cool cock rubbing against your walls just right, maybe that article had been onto something. You were sure though that Ghiaccio’s cock was a thousand times better than any dildo, and it came with a strong man to hold you and kiss you and, as he was doing now, tease your nipples with his frozen tongue. You couldn’t stop your back from arching into his touch, torn between the knee-jerk reaction of getting away from the cold and wanting more, so much more. 

Slowing down his pace for a moment, he held up a fingertip to you. Wordlessly, you watched as frost gathered on his skin, never quite become a full sheet of ice. Without breaking eye contact, he moved the hand down, between your legs. When the frost met your clit, you screamed in pleasure. Ghiaccio smirked, doubling his pace and bearing down harder on your sensitive nub. It was mind-blowing, you could feel your orgasm building at lightning speed until finally, the pleasure shot through you like a cold rocket. Every nerve was simultaneously fire and ice. Distantly, you could hear Ghiaccio swear, he must be nearing his end. You wrapped your legs around his hips, keeping him locked inside of you. 

His cock twitched as he came, hard. Compared to the rest of his body temperature, his cum burned hot like fire, and you couldn’t get enough. Filled to the brim you could feel a thin line of his cum drip out of you as Ghiaccio rode out the wave of pleasure and slowly pulled out, flopping down next to you, exhausted. Cleanup could wait for the morning, you supposed, you were ready to sleep as well. Closing your eyes and snuggling into Ghiaccio’s comfortable embrace, you thought you might’ve heard a whispered “thank you” just before drifting to sleep.