#im sick so i feel whiny sorry

[flowerthornsart]

my art isnt made for attention but god damn is it sometimes just

[munch-mumbles]

see my problem is i need to be more vocal so people can get to know me better and maybe actually want to befriend me but i also need to stop talking so much so i dont irritate people and make them want to avoid me

[piplupod]

i am going to be soooo fucked for this therapy appt _(:_」∠)_

[luvrxbunny]

hii sorry to bother you im just gonna request something for ethan landry idk if youve written for him before i havent seen. but im legit obsessed and can you do something about like him being in econ and then getting all flustered from reader sitting next to him and just talking and then after that idk you can make something up hahaha but they go to like readers dorm and SmUt and hes all whiny and subby and maybe mommy kink goirhetlghrtglrhtg :))) dhbckudhfxkd

can you tell im going a bit insane for this guy

if you cant do it its okay also i love your work so much it gets me shuddering like legit

Thank you so so much for requesting! Unfortunately, I have no clue who this character is, (i literally thought he was evan peter's character in ahs before this) so I’m sorry if anything isn’t character-consistent!

Pairing: Ethan Landry x F!Reader

Summary: You find out that Ethan has a little crush on you.  

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, some dry humping, handjob, overstimulation, f!mastrubation, mommy kink (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 4.3k

A/N: idk how this got so fucking long idek this guy. also y'all see the compliments in the request?? flattery will get you very far w me

You walk in just as the bell rings, breathing a sigh of relief as you sit down and the professor begins his mind-numbing lecture. You place your bag on the ground and get out all the supplies you’ll need for this god-awful class. 

You’ve finished setting everything up when you realize that you’ve sat down next to someone. You try and see who it is through the peripherals of your vision, hoping you didn’t just sit next to some random person when you realize it’s him.

You’ve been going to school with Ethan for a few years now. He’s always been pretty quiet so he doesn’t have many friends. You guys are friendly, a level a bit higher than acquaintances because you’ve known each other for so long but you don’t really talk that often. You developed a crush on him back in high school. It never grew into anything more because you could never seem to hold a conversation with him... But it never fully left either because he’s still adorable.

You were shocked when you saw him in class on the first day, unable to believe that you were lucky enough to end up with him in the same class, at the same college. You try to talk to him more when you both are paired up in class but he’s not the best conversationalist. 

“Oh! Hey, Ethan! I didn’t even realize you were sitting here!” You try and be extra friendly, knowing how hard it is for him to communicate with others but you’re still met with silence. “Uh- I was almost late again! Did you see me? I got here like- just in time. Maybe I should start walking with you, you’re always on time!” You open your notebook and start taking down the notes on the board as you speak. 

Ethan is still silent. It’s getting a bit rude at this point. You thought the two of you were friendly but maybe he just doesn’t like you at all. You turn to look at him, hoping you’d get an explanation but all you’re met with is his alarmingly red face, fixated on the board. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. He has sweat lining his hairline and his back is unnaturally straight. “Hey… Are you okay? Are you sick?” Your voice is laced with concern as you speak, hoping this is the one thing he responds to. 

Ethan is trying so hard to act normal, be normal around you but he can’t. It would’ve been fine if you just hadn’t spoken to him. He could’ve easily pretended you weren’t there if he also ignored the smell of your perfume that was all but suffocating him with its ungodly sweet scent.

He’s been hard since you walked in, he always is. He can’t even help it at this point, he doesn’t try. In every class you’re in, his blood is in his dick. He used to try and prevent it, feeling like a pervert for being turned on at nothing but your presence but he’s given up. No one ever notices and he can just get off in the bathroom during lunch if he’s desperate enough. Only this time you’re sitting next to him.

He’s already leaking in his pants. 

To make it worse you were being so nice to him, too nice, and now you’re concerned about his health? Not even realizing that you’re the one who’s got him so hot, not a fever. 

“I’m- I’m fine. Thank you.” His voice is entirely flat as he speaks, trying to keep all emotion out of it in fear that you’ll be able to decipher what they mean. He doesn’t look at you, he’s scared he might cum on the spot if he does. 

You take these as signs of dishonesty. “Ethan… Are you sure?” You bring a hand up to feel his cheek, you’re so zoned into whether his skin is too warm or not, that you don't even notice when his eyes dart to your face. You move your hand to his forehead, deciding that his cheek isn’t reliable enough and your eyes meet his. 

You can hear his breath hitch at the eye contact and breaks it. It confuses you for a moment but you try and focus on the task at hand. “I don’t know, you feel kinda warm, Ethan. I don’t know if there’s a nurse on campus but we can check? I’d assume that-” 

His chest warms at your concern and he thinks it over. 

I can spend more time with her this way, and get to know her better. Can I handle spending all that time with her though? What if she notices my- Yeah. Maybe I just shouldn’t…

“Madame Late Pass?” Your eyes are already rolling into your head and you’re groaning quietly as the professor calls you out. You pull your hand away from Ethan’s face and give him the most distasteful stare you can manage. “Is there something wrong with Mr. Landry that’s distracting you from my lesson?”

“Actually sir, I think he might have a fever or something. I should probably take him to the nurse.” It’s an obvious excuse to skip his class but it isn’t technically a lie so he lets it go. You quickly pack your things up with a smile and motion for Ethan to do the same. 

You hold in your giggles until you guys are outside the classroom. “Okay! Do you wanna go to the nurse? We don’t have to- I don’t even know where it is, honestly.” Ethan is facing away from you, silent. 

Anxiety creeps in. “Hey. S- Sorry if you didn’t want to leave class. I- You could probably head back in a little bit… I should’ve asked I’m sorry. I just assumed. I mean wh- who likes econ y’know? I’m- I’m sorry.”

Your stuttering has his blushing even harder, the thought that anything he does could get any reaction out of you makes him smile. “I’m fine and I-” He lets out a light laugh that gives you butterflies “I kinda hate econ.” 

You place yourself in front of him with a huge smile. “Great! So do I, this will be great!” You lock your arms with his, a risky move, it has your heart pounding as he stiffens up with a sharp inhale but he never pulls away. You guys stroll down the corridors and talk. You have to slow your pace to keep up with Ethan and you’re doing most of the talking but you don’t mind one bit. 

You guys stop at the cafeteria for snacks and Ethan gently insists on paying, bringing the butterflies back to life and forcing a smile to your face as you thank him. You’re both sitting in a corner booth, away from most people, you’re talking and he’s squirming. 

Every few minutes he repositions himself and it was starting to get on your nerves a bit. It felt like he was uncomfortable being here, or that he was anxious for you to stop talking. You ended your story early, letting your voice die down, waiting for him to move again before questioning him. “Why are you so squirmy.?” 

He stops his movements instantly, and his eyes hesitantly look up to meet yours. “I’m not squirming.” He watches your feature turn into one of complete skepticism. “Ethan. I have eyes. If you want me to like… be quiet, or talk less or anything you can just say that. I won’t get offended or anything, I know I talk a lot.” You giggle at the end, Ethan twitches in his pants and has to suppress a whimper at the sound. 

“You’re not talking too much. You’re fine, it’s okay.” He’s struggling not to press his palm into his bulge again, needing any relief after being hard for almost half an hour now. Everything you do is making it worse and he doesn’t know how to escape the situation. 

The way you keep touching him is deadly. The way you linked arms with him when walking, the way you rubbed his back and thanked him as he paid and even now, the way you’ve placed your feet right next to his under the table, something about the action has his precum soaking through his jeans.

He doesn’t notice that you finished your food already and you’re now getting up and gathering the trash. He doesn’t have time to tell you he can do it himself before you’re crossing to his side. “I can take this for-” 

His hands cover his lap but you’re already staring. He doesn’t say anything, hoping that you’re staring at his crotch for a reason other than the fact he’s hard as a rock and soaking his pants. Your head tilts in confusion before you sit down, right next to him. Your scent wraps all around him like a blanket, his eyes fall shut as he breathes in your scent, his hands subconsciously massaging his dick gently. You feel the butterflies in your stomach turn to molten lava as you watch him. 

His breathing hitches as his hands stop moving and his eyes snap open. “I’m s- I’m so sorry. I’ll-” He’s gathering the abandoned trash and getting up but you place your hand on his arm softly and pull him back down. 

“You have nothing to be sorry about, Ethan. Although I’d like to know it’s um- origin.” Your heart is racing at the thought that you were the one to make him this hard, that you- just going about your day- could make him this hard. He answers you without saying anything, his face turns piping red again and he looks away. That does it. 

“Ethan, do you wanna come back to my dorm? I have something to… show you.” 

He’s following close behind you, his shirt pulled down over his crotch and one hand in yours. You’re basically dragging him into your dorm, pressing him into the door the second he closes it. You’re leaning into him, your hands on his chest as his float awkwardly above your hips. 

“I wanna kiss you, Ethan.” He gasps sweetly at your words and leans into you instantly. 

His lips are soft and wet when they meet yours. You whine into his mouth, he moans loudly into yours in response and pulls away. “S- sorry.” His eyes are downcast and he sounds embarrassed. You couldn’t be more confused. 

“What?” You run your hands up his arms, over his shoulders, and to the back of his neck so you can play with his curls. His eyelids flutter at the action and you watch his adam’s apple jump before he speaks. 

“I don’t know. I was- I was loud. I didn’t mean to be…” You can’t help yourself. You smash his lips back into yours, forcing a beautiful moan out of his mouth, followed by a whine before you pull back. “I want you to be loud, Ethan.” 

You whisper the words to him, low and seductive. A little whimper slips out of his mouth and you kiss him again, walking backward towards your bed and he’s stumbling like Bambi as you do. 

His hands are finally on you, wrapped around your waist, trying to pull you in. You maneuver him around to push him onto the bed and straddle him. He’s moaning the moment your weight drops onto him, his hips bucking up into yours against his will and he’s apologizing again. 

You silence him with your lips, attacking his neck, and melting his words into groans and whines. You lift your weight off him, pushing onto your knees and cooing at how he whimpers and tries to follow you with his hips. You push him down to the bed, laying him out for you to admire. You run your hands down his arms, over and down his chest to the bottom of his shirt. Your eyes leave his body to check if he’s okay with this but his head is thrown back, pressing into your pillows with his knuckle between his teeth. 

“Ethan? Are you okay, honey?” A ragged half moan, half sob, shoots from his mouth as his hand leaves his mouth, gripping your arm desperately. He’s still not looking at you and his hands are shaking as they grip you.

“I-It feels s- so fucking g- good. You’re ma-aking me feel so good.” He’s incredibly breathless as his hips grind up into the air, searching for your warmth. You can feel heat explode in your stomach at his words, at his desperation from you just kissing and running your hands over his body. 

You drop your weight back onto him for a moment, to tease him and relieve yourself a bit. He rewards you with a shuddering gasp and his hands come to grip your hips as hard as they could. He can’t even get any words out as your clothed pussy slides over his sensitive cock. Your eyes are shut tight in concentration as you try not to make any noise, wanting to hear his noises instead. You grow a bit frantic in your movements, grinding on him harder, angling yourself a million different ways to try and get the perfect pressure on your clit when you feel his hand on your cheek. 

Your eyes snap open- you hadn’t even realized you closed them- and he’s pulling your lip from between your teeth with hooded eyes on you and a shy smile on his lips. “I wanna hear you too.” His voice is timid and breathy and you can tell he’s being genuine in what he says but all it does is turn you on even more. 

You moan as you dive for his lips, his hips follow yours up and his hand presses your head into his. He’s thrusting into you more forcefully, determined to cum against you but you lift your hips away from his again with a moan as he separates from your lips. “Why? I was- I don’t understand.”

He sounds like he could cry and his hips are still searching for any friction as you watch him, looking into his eyes and admiring all the emotion they hold. You can’t help the smirk that splits your face as he begins to whine for you, begging you to touch him, to make him feel good but instead, you fully remove yourself from him. You sit beside him and tell him to remove his pants, and he excitedly complies. He’s trembling beside you as you stare at the bulge in his briefs, in love with the way he’s leaking through the fabric. “Would it be okay if I touched you, Ethan?” 

You’re fixated on his bulge but you still hear the way his breathing picks up at your question. You crawl in front of him, your thighs laying over his, sitting between his spread legs with your pussy inches from his throbbing cock. Your hands run along his pelvis, tickling the skin just above the band of his underwear, and smiling at the way his stomach tenses under your minstrations. “P- Yes, please. Please- Oh-” 

He gasps prettily as you stick your hands into his underwear and pull his cock out. He hisses when it hits the cold air but falls into a moan as you start pumping him, wasting no time in getting him the pleasure he deserves.

“So. You got hard because..?” You prompt him, wanting to hear the real reason, and deciding this would be the perfect time to tease him. You’re not even sure he heard you, his eyes are still wide and staring at your hand as it glides up and down his cock, extra lubricated from all the precum his dick is spewing for you. 

You watch his face contort in pleasure, his head falling back as his eyes roll back and he begins to whine out your name on repeat. His hands start to shake and grip the sheets tighter, twisting the fabric in his fist before shouting out. “NO-”

You stopped. “Why are you- Why did you s- stop again? I was so- I was so c- close, I was gonna cum-” His voice pitches up at the end into a whine and he tries to fuck himself into your fist. You giggle at him.

“I asked you a question, baby.” He gives you a bitten-off groan at that. “You didn’t answer, which was quite rude but you do that all the time huh?” Your fingers run delicately over his length, watching it twitch as he struggles to respond. “I- don’t m-mean to.” You start jerking him off again, slowly. 

“You- You’re so pretty, I lo- I like y- you so- shit. I can’t speak- you turn me o-on.” He’s barely making sense as his hips fuck into your fist, trying to force you to get him off faster. He keeps cutting himself off with moans and debauched groans. His whole face is red, it’s spread down to his neck and up his ears too.

“I turn you on? That’s why you ignore me?” You stop again, your hand frozen in the middle of his dick. A broken wail shoots from him and his hands shoot up from the sheets to your face, pulling you in for a kiss. He’s licking up and into your mouth while letting his moans spill from his lips into yours. You’re shocked at the desperation and force of the kiss, your lips bruising themselves against his. He’s pulling at your hair gently and moaning as your tongue brushes along the inside his mouth. He pulls back and falls to your neck, whimpering quietly. 

“I can’t think- You make me so- I get so hot around you, mommy.” 

Your heart stops, every molecule in your body getting overrun with arousal at the words- at the name that just left his mouth. He’s pressing kisses into your neck and explaining himself further, as though he’s called you this before, like this is a normal thing between the two of you.

“-And everything about you just makes it so much worse. I just wanna cum for you, I want you to make m- me cum but you keep s-stopping and it hurts so much. I- please, I want you so bad, mommy.” He gasps at the end of his sentence that time and pulls his head out of your neck. 

His lips are wet , soft, and trembling, his eyes are terrified as they scan your face trying to decipher your reaction. He’s breathing fast, in a more panicked way at your silence. “I’m so sor-”

“So you want mommy to make you cum, baby?” His eyes widen with a gentle gasp but he keeps scanning your face, looking for anything that doesn’t feel genuine. His eyes lose focus though, as you begin to stroke his cock again. “I think I can do that… What do you think?” 

He’s nodding at you deliriously as his hips begin to roll themselves into your fist, his hand slides over the sheets until it finds yours and interlocks your fingers, causing warmth to bloom in your chest and stomach. You lean in to kiss his cheek as he moans your name but he turns his head so you catch his lips instead, his moans filling your mouth again. He’s barely kissing you, more like pressing his open mouth against yours, exchanging his breaths for yours as you smile at him. “That feels good, baby?”

His eyes open to meet yours and instantly roll back into his head. “Y- Mommy, don’t stop. Oh- You know it d- does. Please.” He’s interrupting with his own sounds again and his hand is wrapping around your waist, trying to pull your body closer to his. His moans are becoming more frantic and he keeps taking deep, stuttering, breaths in an attempt to calm himself down.

His bottom lip is being bitten red by his teeth, his eyelids are fluttering, struggling not to let his eyes close and roll to the back of his head. You can see his thighs tensing and jumping beside you, they press against your body, tense and stiff as his legs try to shut. 

“So cl- Mommy, I’m so- s-so- please. Oh, fuck.” His eyes snap open to meet yours pathetically. There are little tears that have gathered in his eyes and he looks so out of it, fucked out beyond belief, his head far up in the clouds. “Please don’t stop. Let-” You tilt your head at him as he collapses into a trembling sob, his hands beginning to shake where they hold you, his eyes shut again, and his eyebrows press up into each other. “Let me cum for you, let me cum f- for.”

His sentence is ruined by his orgasm and you can feel the force of it. Not by the way he all but screams your name, or by the way his body folds into yours. You can physically feel it. His cock pulses aggressively in your hand and you can feel each rope of cum work its way up his shaft and spurt out of his tip, running down your knuckles and dripping onto your bed. 

His thighs are trembling at your sides, trying to crush you as he humps your fist the best he can. He’s so loud against your neck, releasing passionate shrieks and wanton whines of your real name or your awarded one. He brings a sweaty hand to your cheek and pushes your face in his direction so he can smother your lips in his saliva, not waiting until he’s connected to your lips to start trying to taste you. You have to suppress a fond giggle at the action, letting him lick into your mouth instead. 

You’re still pumping him, trying to get out all the cum that’s been collecting in his dormant sac. His whole body is shaking now, repeated and choked moans falling into you as he crosses the line of overstimulation. You kiss him languidly and start to slow your hand, not wanting to overwhelm him too much. His fingers untangle from your hand and wrap around your other. 

He pulls away from the kiss and looks at you with hooded, clouded eyes. “I can c-cum again if-” 

He uses his hand to run yours over his shaft, jerking himself off with your hand. “If we- Can we k-keep going?” His eyes begin to cross as your hand establishes a rhythm, you’re not even doing anything, letting him get himself off with your hand. His hips are thrusting up erratically as he moves you frantically over his cock. “I wanna cum f- cum for you a-again.” 

Overcome with arousal, you slide your hand into your pants and start toying with your clit through your panties, your eyes falling shut at the pleasure. You’re already impossibly close, overly sensitive from all the neglect while being pummeled with stimulants; the way Ethan is reacting to you, his trembling body desperately pressing itself against yours, his moans, and the way he calls you mommy.

You hear his moans pick up and your eyes open back up to see his gaze between your legs before snapping up to meet yours. He stops pumping himself with your hand in favor of placing his hand over the one that rests inside your pants. He’s moving his hand in the same motions you are while you start jerking him off again, relishing in the way he’s twitching against your palm.

Ethan knows he isn’t doing anything, he knows that he’s not actually touching you but the way you moan his name makes him feel otherwise. The way you’ll moan at your own movements while his hand moves the same way, has him tricking himself into believing he’s the one making you feel good. The thought has him teetering- tipping over the edge. 

“Gonna cum.” He mumbles against your lips before dropping his head to your shoulder. You move your fingers faster over your clit, your hips beginning to cant up into your hand as your orgasm approaches. 

"Me too, honey. Fuck it feels so good, Ethan.” He moans brokenly as he cums again, thrusting weakly into your hand as his cock twitches pathetically, letting out tiny streams of cum onto your sheets. He’s gasping out a plea into your neck as he cums but you can’t make out what it is.

“-please. Oh, please. Cum, mommy. Cum. C-cum. Please cum. Fu-uck” You can’t help the way your body convulses against him or the shouting moan of his name that shoots out of your mouth as your eyes roll back. You can feel yourself soaking your panties as you shudder against him. His hand is still over yours, moving your finger over your clit in the midst of your orgasm, prolonging it as long as he can before you’re pulling your hand away and kissing him as passionately as you can. 

Both of you have your arms wrapped around the other as you guys kiss, dopey smiles on both of your faces when you pull back. He has a shy blush over his features that makes you giggle and press a kiss on the tip of his nose. You’re both lost in the moment, giggling and kissing each other, love-struck when you hear your dorm room open. “Oh god, what’s that smell?”

You hear your dormmate behind you and cover Ethan as best you can, with your body. “Sidney, fuck off!” You shout at her, hoping she’ll get the memo and leave but instead, you hear her speak again. 

“What?.. Oh eww.” You roll your eyes at her and look at Ethan, his face is red, obviously embarrassed at the presence in the doorway. 

“Oh my god! Shut up and just leave!” She finally leaves and you apologize to Ethan for the interruption. You kiss softly along his jawline and down his neck to calm him down, you fall for him the moment you pull away.

You get to see- for a moment- the face he had while you were kissing him, content and pleased, his eyes shut with a pretty little smile resting on his lips. 

Thank you so much for reading! and thank you even more for requesting!! Please please please give any feedback you may have! I want it all!

[billskeis]

Could you do a smut where bill and the reader are just cuddling skin to skin and its all fluff but then it starts to get a little sexual and heads to smut THANK U

i kinda rushed it but im horny ok

ᡣ𐭩 bill loves thigh jobs

cuddling your back into the flush of bill’s chest, the two of you cuddle under the warm cozy blanket during a cold winter night. the two of you learned that skin to skin contact helps better regulate body temperature and all in all is a very intimate way that you and bill show love to one another.

he snakes an arm around your waist, arm hairs tickling you as he hides his face into the crook of your neck, “s’warm..”

you let out a small giggle, writhing from within his grasp to get even more comfortable. he allows you to adjust your body, moving his alongside yours so that the two of you are now fit together like a puzzle peace. all he does is place small kisses onto your shoulder blades telling you about his day.

that is, until you feel bill’s hard on press into your back. you let out a small shriek, screaming “b-bill! really??” and you turn your neck, cramping almost, to look back at your boyfriend who is now bashful and as red as a tomato as he’s pathetically horny from just cuddling you, “sorry baby..”

“can i just..” as he begins to lift one of your legs up, immediately, you slap at his arm and frown, “‘m still sore..”

a heavy sigh leaves his lips. he needs relief, now. and the only person who could do it was the laying right beside him, you. he rubs your arms up and down, skin akin to one another as he presses his body closer to yours, hard on even closer now than ever before on the bend of your back.

slowly but surely, the head of bill’s cock peeks through from in between your thighs. the small triangle opening, right above where your cunt sits is now filled with his length. “ugh.. can i..?” he’s whiny, needy, and totally impatient as he slightly humps his hips into yours. you can’t bring yourself to say no with how his cock rubs against your folds.

the way it just separates your cunt to rub on your clit nonstop, you can only squirm and writhe from the overwhelming pleasure, sensitive from your previous orgasms from bill hours before he got hard again. “mmh..! b-bill slow down..” a plapping noise filling the room as he pretend fucks you, desperate filthy noises escaping his mouth as he’s practically in ecstasy with the way his cock thrusts against your thighs.

“‘msorryimsorryimsorryims-sosorryschatz.. f-fuck..! i-imsorry..”

whispering those meaningless apologies over and over again like a mantra as if he intends to stop his hips any time soon. but no! he doesn’t actually intend to, and he isn’t actually sorry. bill feels way too good to want to stop. you can only hold onto his arms that are wrapped around your waist so he can better fuck his dick into your thigh as the impact of his pummelling increases.

“doing soooo well f’me schatzi,” you’re doing nothing, you hold onto bill for leverage, and that’s it, “laying there all pretty for me hm? j-just keep still hun..”

his movements become sloppy over time, only needing to release. a still of his hips and cum staining the sheets can indicate he’s finally reached his climax, biting into your shoulder as licks and laps at the bite marks he’s left. breathless, bill lets go of your body to lay on his back. you turn to look at him and place a kiss on his cheek.

“feel better now?” you ask, “mmhm, thank you so much princess—oh!—look a’that :D,” as you open your legs in front of him, fingers spreading to reveal your glistening cunt, welcoming him in to fix the mess that he willingly made.

i fear i suck at writing LMFAOOO

currently sick and all my friends r going clubbing without me :c pray for a speedy recovery

[sugar-omi]

WAITTT but imagine if cove and mc can actually get out the door to their dinner date w/o dropping everything to fuck!! i fear at the restaurant cove would be an absolute menace of a tease the entire time, pleading w/ you to let him touch you cuz this man just wants you SOOO BAD YOU LOOK SO GOOD HOW CAN HE NOT?-$’ wit

or he’s like super whiny about it all, he just wants out of here so he can touch on you without repercussions dudes practically BEGGINGGG for yall to go home cuz he’s just sooo hard he can’t stand it OH EM GEE MOOTIE

bonus points yall end up doing at the restaurant YK WHAT IM SAYIN AHHH

jfc I think abt that way too much!!! and while the thought is so tantalizing, so arousing that it makes you fucking sick with need. it'd be so dangerous to fuck cove in a public place

you know he can't be quiet. and he's laying pipe so well, working your body so well that it'd be impossible for you to stay quiet too...

before either of you give in, his desire for you is so obvious to everyone. you'd sit at the table, and cove would move his chair so he's sitting next to you instead of in front of you, and while you're trying to browse the menu, he's shaking his leg... then watching you impatiently as you decide on your order.

"cove... knock it off." you hiss, gripping his traveling hand on your thigh.

"i'm sorry.. you jus look so good right now..." he purrs, nuzzling his nose under your ear, his lips placing fluttering kisses along your jaw.

it's a good thing the restaurant is dark, one of those fancy, lowlit romantic restaurants that may or may not have any business being this expensive depending on how good the food is.

he barely pulls himself together long enough for the waiter to take your order and leave.

while you're waiting, there's a bit of small talk between you. maybe you're on a well-deserved vacation and raving about the activities he planned for you two earlier that day, or how boring work was and that you looked forward to this date so much. that you missed him..

and he just looks so in love, leaning in his elbow, watching you with those heart eyes.

but when you aren't looking, his eyes are trailing over you, along your collarbone, following the lines of your body and expanse of your pretty skin, perhaps your necklaces twinkling in the candle light, until his eyes find your chest, biting his lip as he imagines what's underneath.

because you know he watched you get ready, saw you take a long time in the bath until you smelt good and looked even better, than helped you put on lotion, any jewelry, "helped" you do your hair or makeup by hugging your waist and kissing your neck.

watched you pull on all your clothes. he knows what underwear is underneath that outfit, and while he loves it on you. he wants it on the floor, with your legs on his shoulders, and he wants to go down on you until you're squirming, crying even. and only then will he--

has to break out of it when the food comes. forces a smile and a polite thank you even though his jeans are getting tight, and his mind is hazing with lust. wanting nothing more than to bend you over the table...

he stuffs down this overbearing lust long enough for you two to eat. but you can't even get the last bite in your mouth before he's leaning into you again, his big hand on your thigh, gripping and squeezing the flesh. [his hand high up your skirt] it's like his body heat is marking you. a simple touch from him as your body flaring up, squirming and squeezing your thighs as he brushes his fingers against your clothed sex...

"please.. i wanna be close to you, and you look so sexy tonight..." he pants right into your ear, sound desperate. out of breath. pleading.. "ion wanna wait until we get back.."

you tense, chewing your food as you try to hold your resolve. he's so enticing.. if it wasn't illegal, and perhaps too embarrassing for the both of you. you'd take him right now.

"cove..." you try to ignore his kisses on your jaw and neck. your voice strained, and you can feel him smirk against your skin. "you're not gonna die if we don't fuck right now."

although you might if he doesn't get his hand off your sex, his fingers stroking your clit through the fabric / his palm groping your filling bulge.

"i might." he grins widely, mischievously. you can even hear the teasing tilt in his voice but you can't focus on it, or his cockiness, when he bites down lightly on your skin.

removes your hand from your face when you stifle your moan, your cheeks hot and eyes cut at him. the restaurant is full, and while everyone seems to be focused on their food or business, you're in public.

but everything melts in the face of those sweet blue eyes, so wide and deep like the ocean, dark waves pulling you under when he pulls you into a kiss, his lips addictive on your tongue.

he kisses you like he's putting a spell on you, and he probably is, probably has because you've been with him for over 10 years, known each other for longer. you can't get enough of him, ever.

and you always find yourself rolling along with his tricks. because when he pulls away, your heart breaks. you want him. wanna feel his touch and his hot skin, his moans in your ear and his hands pulling you into him, drawing his name from the depths of your chest in a cry of escatsy.

"okay..." you breathe out, lips parting, wet and trembling. you're a mess from a simple kiss, although his teasing hand under the table has a lot to do with it..

you sneak away after asking the waiter for dessert, hoping that the recent ask will at least let them stay off your trail even though you might not be at the table once it comes.

you can't even bring yourself to care that much, because cove's hands are pulling up your clothes and tugging down your bottoms..

he wouldn't be above going down on you right here and now either, especially if you don't protest. and if you're afab, don't worry about sitting your ass on the questionable sink or toilet, just throw your leg over his shoulder and let him hold up your weight. just spread your legs, hold your skirt or shirt up, and lean forward for him...

that's too long though. i need a separate post for that...

he finally sinks into you. don't ask me if he has a condom on hand, that's up to you... but I also like to imagine him fucking you so well, so desperately, the sex has your mind spiralling at the thrill of possibly being caught, being heard.

and on top of that, having to go back to the table with his cum stuffed into your bullied insides, his cum hot and sticky and you have to make sure no cum was left on the floor, embarrassingly, shyly wiping up your mess. wiping up the line of cum running down your shaky thighs.

and now you have to sit and squirm while eating your dessert, his cum pooling in your undies and you're so paranoid about leaving any spots on your clothes. maybe it's just the anxiety talking, but you feel like everyone knows. you feel like the waiter can see through you, and when you walk out you worry that everyone knows something..

anyway anyway...

my whole point is, cove would be so loud. really, you're playing a dangerous game here.

because he tries to be quiet he really does.. he thrusts in and out so slowly... almost like you're making love for the first time again.

but he can't put up with this, you grinding back into him isn't enough, your butt meeting him in the middle with a muffled clap from his clothes in between to muffle the sound..

it's not enough. the strategic maneuvers of your hips isn't good enough, he needs to feel you tight and hot around him, your load moans bouncing off these walls and your strangled cries for more as he fucks you harder and harder against this wall.

he knows it's animalistic. he isn't usually so fucking horny, so desperate. so feral. but he just needs more, needs to scratch that deep itch and climb impossible highs together.

mumbles something, you can't hear. not when he speaks so lowly and you can still hear the hustle and bustle outside, your ears seemingly stuffed with cotton.

"ah-!" you cry so pretty, and cove's groan echos off the wall. this is bad, you're too noisy. the audible plap plap plap of his thrusts echo off the tiles and you can't catch the moans and whimpers that slip out, and even with cove gritting his teeth, he still curses and groans, his gravely voice purring out praises.

if someone got close, they'd hear. in fact, maybe they can already. you don't know how thick these walls are, definitely not enough to hide the cries and groans and gumbled mantra of your man babbling about how good you feel, you're so pretty, so hot, so perfect. he loves you, loves you so much...

if he wasn't loud already, when he gets close you better kiss him, or stuff your fingers in his mouth, let him suck and drool all over the two digits, eyes lidded and fluttering, cheeks flushed as he inches closer n closer..

he'd be so receptive to your dirty talk too. go ahead and tell him how nasty it is he can't even wait to get home, how he's so needy and cute. say whatever you want, he's eating it up the entire time.

ohh and if you bring up someone listening, just for this i want him to like it. want him to tremble and burst with pleasure and need at the thought that's someone's listening to him fuck you, wish they were either one of you because your moans sound so pretty, the passion obviously hot from the other side of the door...

after cleaning up, you'd both all but run out of there. but even if cove laughs nervously, or acts shy, embarrassed. he can't hide his damn glow, or how happy he is with himself.

[d1s1ntegrated]

currently incapable of using my nostrils, so sick shiggy hcs please! (Also I really like the stuff you write and ur headcannons)

sorry this took me a bit! i'm still suffering from sun poisoning and very bad sunburn 🥳 but i'm thinking writing this might make me feel a bit better :,)

sick!shigaraki hcs

he's an absolute baby when he's sick. super pouty, whiny, etc

not to mention stubborn. he won't take medicine because he "has suffered worse", barely moves from his spot until you force him to.

sleeps a lot, but also doesn't like to sleep unless you're there to hold him

will mostly play on his switch, doesn't have the energy to use his PC

definitely the type to shove tissues up his nose and just leave them there

you braid his hair back when he's sick, because he barely knows how to use a hair tie to put it up himself

lives under a blanket. wears it around like a cloak, stumbling and shuffling around like a zombie

doesn't like "regular soup" (what he calls chicken noodle) and only wants ramen or those fuckass buldak bowls with like a million scoville (im def exaggerating) so he can whine about how spicy it is

speaking of, he eats the spiciest food he can to clear his sinuses and gets mad when it hurts his tummy

his feet specifically get super cold

you bought him those fuzzy socks after you caught him stealing a pair of yours one day

he lives. in those socks.

he very rarely gets stomach bugs or really bad sicknesses but he gets colds a LOT because he refuses to take care of himself (kurogiri has learned to just let him deal with the colds, they won't kill him.)

regardless he acts like he's a dying man when he's sniffly

"i'm perishing, just let me die"

once he starts to feel better he's back on his usual warpath

"i wasn't even sick dude"

hope this was okay! took a lot of brain power cause i feel icky.

also i hope u feel better!!!!! shigaraki recommends spicy buldak ramen, but i'd recommend some nice tea and chicken broth.

🖤🖤🖤

[wegc]

i read the subby hyunjin and seungmin ask n had a though so hear me out! imagine subby minho 🤯 he would be such a brat but also loving the way his s/o can make him submissive>>> n he would probably be into like orgasm control??? like he would get so whiny bcz he finished b4 his s/o told him and he would throw away all his pride bcz he wont shut up unless u feed his pride by allowing him to pleasure u :( (im also sick pooka :< we sick tgt 😝!!!) -✰

SUBBY MINHO AAAAA 💔💔💔

he would be so so so bratty!!! always on purpose, though, because he craves nothing more than to be treated roughly by you!! slap him!! spit in his face!! use his cock until he’s sobbing against your chest!! he fists his sorry cock to the thought of it every night!!

he loves getting punished a little too much because he’s addicted to how fuzzy he feels once you’re finished with him :( he’d look so pretty, face flushed and raw from all the slaps he took, eyes glossed over, spit-slicked lips parted :( still, his little hand would paw at your thighs for more—can take it, he’d slur. wanna show you ‘m good for you—use me.

AND OMFG NOOO i hope u feel better soon baby :( my whole family was sick ugh it was a disaster. take vitamin c 🤬

[umeoniii]

csn u do annie using her strap on u 🙏🏼

annie using her strap on reade

!: fem bodied reader, no plot

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"fuck annie keep going!" you whine as you girlfriend fucks you with her strap. she had just bought it, you wanted to try something different.

“annie, im so sick and tired of fingering, 's not like i don't like it, just want you to do something a lil bit different with me." you groaned.

"okay then." she said in a deadpanned tone. so she bought it, a seven inch clear strap that would be stuffed in you after every minor inconvenience.

there you were, lying on your tummy while your girlfriend fucked you stupid with the strap that you just had to have.

“you like it don’t you? i bet you do, you’re such a whiny baby.” her sultry voice cooed, stroking your shoulder still thrusting into you.

“ah, of course i do, feels s good.” you moan into your pillow, gripping the sheets as tightly as you fists would allow it.

she resumes thrusting into you slapping your plush ass leaving various red imprints all over you while you whine feeling the pain slowly turn into pleasure.

you felt the strap in your tummy, you didn’t know if you were going crazy or if you were for real, annie flipped you around on your back reinserting the strap.

“a- annie.” you hiccup, she looks at you. “i think, i think i feel it in my belly.” you whine, tears lying on your waterline. she moved her hand down you stomach feeling on the light bulge then pressing on it.

“here?”, you nod vigorously. she continues going faster looking down on you with a slight smirk.

“attagirl, i know you can take it though, you’re the one who begged for it after all.” she says pushing your legs onto your chest so she can fill your pussy as much as it possibly can.

you look up at her, her cold blue eyes meeting yours as she thrusts into you. she admired your cute face, so out of breath as the tears ran down your cheeks. you were still the most precious girl in the world to her. she watched you grip the sheets.

“m about to cum annie.” you said looking down at yourself.

“go ahead” she pressed her thumb on your tummy.

you released all over the clear strap as she still thrusted into you.

she paused then brung your face to hers, so close she can feel your breaths fan her face, “is this the type of different you wanted?”

。

a/n: im sorry this took long anon! i hope u enjoy, this one lowkey made me feel things for annie ><

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[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

I'm ill again because I have the immune system of a sickly victorian child. Therefore I must project onto the harry potter next gen kids

What i think (some) of the next gen kids are like when they're sick:

Scorpius: I've already done a whole post on this but I have no idea how to link posts despite being on this site for years. the short version is, he was a sick child and constantly in and out of hospital so now he cannot gauge when he's actually really sick and needs to just rest, so albus has to forcibly keep him in the dorm or hospital wing otherwise he will still try and go to class even if actively dying

Albus: he's lowkey so dramatic. if he has a small cold you WILL be hearing about it, BUT he's super subtle. he will casually tie it into conversation to make you feel sorry for him and just keep bringing it up until youre like aw no, im so sorry man. he doesnt try with rose anymore, because she will just mock him, she knows what hes doing. he's most obvious about it to Scorpius, he'll start pouting and be like I feel sick 🥺🥺 and Scorpius is immediately like oh poor baby 🥺🥺/gen and does in fact baby him until he feels better

Rose: does not get sick and its infuriating. when there's some kind of bug going around the school, you can guarantee this girl will not get it. she thinks everyone is just being dramatic and trying to get out of class. don't come to her for sympathy unless you actually look like you're on deaths door. the most sympathy surprisingly goes to Scorpius because she has seen this idiot try to attend class whilst not being able to function properly and be escorted out

Hugo: he doesnt get sick often, like a slightly below average getting sick, but my version of hugo is so unbothered by everything, he would end up in hospital or whatever but wont tell anyone, not on purpose, he just never goes out of his way to mention anything until it specifically comes up in conversation. Hes the random kid that pops up, says he has a relevant anecdote, tells you the wildest story youve ever heard so casually, youre left like???? what the fuck?? and how has that never come up before????, then he just dissapears again

James: gets so mopey, he gets so restless and hates having to sit and wait to get better. he'll enjoy not having to go to class for like one day but when you tell him he can't go anywhere or play quidditch or anything he's immediately over it like, 😟😟 wdym??? wdym I have to just lie here until I'm better??? lemme out!!!! LEMME OUT!!!!

Lily: lowkey whiny. she's not usually super whiny but she acts like a little kid when she's sick and will constantly frown and pout and cross her arms and kick her legs. collateral of being the youngest sibling lmao. she wants people to do everything for her and will shout for people to come get the TV remote or something that's only like 2 feet away from her and just shake her arm at it until you pass it. Ginny and Harry do it for her, her brothers do not lmao

Victorie: doesn't usually get sick-sick often, but I headcanon her as being a general athlete, she likes to do triathlons in her spare time, and if she gets injured she literally has to not be able to walk before she stops. she will just keep going. have you seen female footballers? the way they will be wacked in the head and start bleeding everywhere but then be like meh I can keep going. so her.

Louis: cannot stand the wanting to throw up kind of sick. he can deal with anything else, he has a pretty good immune system, he can pretty much carry on with normal stuff, and you won't even realise he's sick, but the second he feels stomach sickness, he is pale as a ghost and out for business. lowkey has emetaphobia, he will just sit so still until he doesn't feel like that anymore trying to make it go away by just 🧍🏻‍♂️if I don't move it won't know I'm here, yk lmao. hates throwing up so fucking bad

Roxanne: takes the sickness as some kind of personal test. is dramatic in the sense that she will go full warrior mode and be like 😈 i will survive 😈 I will not be beaten by these pitiful germs 😈 and will absolutely just rock her way through it, she talks like she's on some kind of quest, and that this is some kind of evaluation of her perseverance

Fred: just lies there. will not move until he's better. doesn't get really dramatic or complain but god forbid you try and make him do something, he'll start going off about how normalised it is for people to push themselves when sick because society wants people to work themselves to death, and doesn't actually care about anyone's health, and everyone just gets so sick of hearing him, they leave him alone

Karl Jenkins: will purposefully cough on people to get them sick too "as a joke"

[rinhaler]

OMG OMG PLEASE HEAR ME OUT PLEASE I BEG! Uncle Nanami and Step dad Gojo coming home to reader after surviving the Shibuya incident. LISTEN! It's been so long since you have seen them both, Shoko just taken care of them to the best of her abilities. Gojo is optimistic about his "cool" battle scars he thinks it makes himself look sexier, but Nanami can't even bare to look at reader he feels so insecure about whether or not you'll still find him remotely attractive anymore. But both of them are surprised by how much affection reader give them especially Nanami he's surprised you even bothered to kiss him, but of course Gojo gets all whiny because he didn't get a kiss

(I know that I miss you sex is going to be out of this WORLD)

IM SORRY IT TOOK ME A WHILE TO GET TO THIS I GOT SO DISTRACTED W MY BDAY I'm finally alone for the first time in days so I can be my chronically online self again :3

imagine if the reader doesnt even really know what they do for work. like, she knows they're teachers but she had no idea they literally fight for their lives on a daily basis (not gojo bc he's the strongest but yk).

the readers mother would be SO upset seeing her husband and her uncle so tired and bloody and beaten up but she feels sick. like, actually sick. she can't believe that she almost lost her only male role models/influences and she didn't even know because she's clueless about who they really are and what they do.

nanami is insisting he doesnt need medical attention and stuff but he gladly accepts the offer to stay the night. gojo manages to sneak out from his marital bed too so they can both spend the evening with you trying to calm you down and answer all of your questions.

it's just so sweet and wholesome and you cry a whole bunch bc you don't know what you'd do without them :((((

[vase-of-lilies]

Bubbles Baths and Babbles

❀ Mommy!Natasha x Little!Reader (F)

❀ Age Regression, sick reader, flu like symptoms (lol not covid), puke (sorry), fluff and more fluff ^-^ 

❀ Request: Little!reader becomes really sick and regresses to a baby headspace and needs mommy!nat to take care of her. Little!reader is very whiny and babbles to communicate with Nat :)

❀ A/N: This was requested by a sweet anon when my blog didn't shit itself a while ago. I hadn't backed it up to my AO3 account yet so it unfortunately got deleted along with the rest of my stories that didn't get saved:( I hope that it was ok that I changed a couple things, and I hope this turned out ok! Thank you for understanding!! <3

Nats ears perked as she heard a soft sneeze come from the nursery. Nat had just gotten back from a mission, only to come home to find her baby sick and needing her mommy. She set her book down and entered your room, sighing as she sees you on your bed covered in a mountain of blankets. Sitting beside you, a pile of used tissues as well. Knowing what to do, her mommy instincts take over immediately.

"Oh my little spider, are you not feeling very good?" You shake your head with a small whimper to accompany it. With a small frown on her lips, she rubs your back as she helps you grab the bowl beside your bed. "It's ok my маленький паук (Little spider), let it all out, then we can get you in a nice warm bath, ok?"

Nodding weakly you continue to let out the remains of your small breakfast, whimpering when you finish. "Here, love drink some water." Nat puts a fresh glass of water to your lips, and you graciously take a few gulps, sighing as you lean against her.

"Oh baby, I know. Im so sorry that I wasn't here when you started feeling icky. Did Aunty Wanda take good care of you while I was gone?" With a small smile, you nod at the thought of your "aunt" coming over to help you with some soup and getting you to bed for your nap.

"Alllll-righty, let's get you in that bath, how does that sound?" All you let out are a few whines here and there, making Nat fall for you all over again. As she picks you up, you cling to her like a sloth to her mother, making her smile and hold you even tighter.

"Mama, baba? Pees?" It took her a minute to process what you had said, but she knows 'baba' when she hears it. "Do you want your bottle, little one? Aw, my baby wants some milk? Alright, let's get you nice and warm in the tub first, ok?" You nod and happily watch your mommy as she fills the tub with warm water. Nat made sure to pour your favorite [add scent here] scented bubble bath to the running water, absolutely loving your reaction to all of the bubbles floating around.

You nod in excitement at her next sentence; "I know you love the bubbles, рыбочка (little fish)."

Once the bath was filled to a good hight, she gently got you undressed and sat you in the warm water. "How does that feel, little one? Nice and warm? Not too hot?" She asks, but you don't listen as your baby brain takes over. She chuckles and ruffles your hair, smiling as your giggles fill the bathroom.

Nat watches you from the small kitchen, just in eye line of the tub as she makes your bottle. The sight of you playing with the bubbles and your toy duck made Nat melt. She took a sweet picture with the bubbles around your body and saved it to her "little spider" album on her phone. Quickly coming back to you, she smiles as your face lights up when she comes into the bathroom. "Mama! Mama! Duggy, duggy!" You hold up your duck with a bright smile and Nat gently boops your nose.

"Yes, ducky! Your very cute ducky." She says, starting to undress as well. Sitting in the bath with you has been a joy to Nat ever since you first started becoming comfortable in your little space around her. She loves how you lay on her chest and lift the bubbles along her skin. She absolutely loves being with you and so close to you.

She reaches for your warm bottle on the soft rug by the tub and gently moves your hair from your face as you lay on her chest. "Here you go baby, open up." You open your mouth willingly, happily sucking on the nipple of the bottle in Nats hands. "There you go дорогая (Sweetheart). Mama's got you." She whispers, her nails tickling your back softly as you doze off on her chest.

A small cough escaped your mouth every few minutes, but the steam from the bathroom has helped with your congestion. "You'll be just fine, my love, I'll take good care of you."

[iamthecomet]

Comet im sick and if your doing the lil ficlets can I get sick!whoever (dew) getting taken care of by mountain and ifrit and being whiny and bratty but still liking that he's being taken care of.

I'm sorry you're sick! I hope you feel better soon! <3 I'm sorry this took me too many days. The words haven't been wording well lately.

Dew's awful when he's sick. He'll never admit it out loud. but he knows it. He knows he's a pain in the ass. But when he feels like this? He can't help it. He feels like shit. His already barely there filter is non-existent.

He just wants to feel better. And nothing helps. He's drank probably six hundred cups of Rain's stupid tea and that hasn't done anything except make his mouth feel weird, and his head feel even fuzzier. It was supposed to make him sleep. It just made him feel like he was on the wrong side of high. Feverish and loopy. Rain keeps bringing him more. He feels a little bad for snapping at him, but it feels like he's being slowly poisoned and he's already going to die from whatever this is and that's bad enough. And Aether's magic only lasts as long as Aether can touch him, which isn't long considering Dew is burning up. He buries himself deeper into his blankets. He curls up on the couch in the common room. And he pouts. His head is pounding, he's freezing cold, and somehow sweating, his body hurts. He hopes the pits of hell will open up and swallow him. It would be better than this. At least then he'd be warm.

He watches too much television, reruns of tv shows he hates. The same horror movie on repeat until his head aches worse. He tries to sleep. He can't. Ifrit and Mountain show up in the middle of the third day. Ifrit first. Poking his head into the common room and seeing a pale, miserable Dew sitting cross-legged on the couch, bundled in blankets. The TV is still on, a rattling drone, but it's clear Dew isn't actually watching it. His eyes are glassy, fixed somewhere in the middle distance. "Droplet?" Ifrit asks stepping into the room. Dew glances over at him. Dew shoves both of his hands out of the cacoon he's made for himself and makes grabby hands towards Ifrit. "Where have you been?" Dew demands. "I've been freezing." "What do you have?" Ifrit asks warily.

"Some stupid shit from the siblings."

"How many times do I--" "Yeah yeah yeah, stop fraternizing with the Humans. whatever. just, come over here. Please. I'm dying."

Ifrit sighs, but he doesn't say no. Instead he sits next to Dew, and wraps both of his arms around the little fire ghoul. He's hot to the touch, but Ifrit can feel the tremor in his body from the shivering. He cranks up his own body heat, resting his chin on top of Dew's head. "I forgot how tight you hold people," Dew grumbles, but he makes no move to pull away, instead he sinks deeper into Ifrit's embrace. Ifrit rolls his eyes, knowing Dew can't see it. "Do you want me to go away?" "Don't you fucking dare." Mountain finds them like that, an hour later. Ifrit's still cradling Dew against his chest, half asleep. Dew is somewhere between sleep and awake, still too feverish to actually sleep. But the warmth is dragging him down. Finally, he's comfortable. Mountain drops down onto his other side. "Firefly," Mountain says softly. Ifrit's eyes crack open to look at him. Dew shifts to do the same. Mountain's holding a mug, more tea. Dew makes a face, wrinkling his nose up and pressing his face back into Ifrit's chest.

"No more tea, that shit fucks me up."

"It's not the same tea." Mountain says. He runs his hand up Dew's spine. The fire ghoul is almost impossibly hot. But Mountain doesn't pull his hand away, if anything he sets it down heavily, a slow stroke up and down his spine. "That shit Rain gave me was nasty."

"He was trying to help, Firefly." Mountain says gently. "But that blend doesn't work as well on fire ghouls as it does on water ghouls." He holds the mug out for Dew. Dew stares at it dubiously. He shifts enough so that he can sniff it. It isn't the same as the one Rain had been forcing on him. Instead of spruce he smells cinnamon. "It's not going to make me loopy?" "It's going to make you sleep."

Dew wavers, eyes darting between Mountain and the mug. Ifrit nudges him in the ribs. "Drink the fucking tea, Dewdrop." Dew growls, but he takes the mug from Mountain. He takes one small sip. He knows immediately it's different. It doesn't coat his mouth. Instead he feels the warmth of it settle through him. He drinks it quickly--immune to the heat of it as he is. He hands the mug back to Mountain, and settles back into Ifrit's side with a small grumble about something. It's hard to hear with his face pressed firmly against Ifrit's chest again. Mountain moves to stand, but Dew's hand shoots out, grabbing him by the wrist.

"No," he demands. His voice already slurring. Sleep, merciful, blessed, sleep finally tugging at him. Mountain sighs, but he listens, settling into Dew's other side, curling an arm around him. Ifrit looks at Mountain over the top of Dew's head and rolls his eyes. Mountain chuckles. "You rest, Firefly. We'll be here when you wake up."

[glitterrosesnzz]

Maybe Adam hcs ^^;

this is my pet duck A/dam going for his first swim-

sorry im just obsessed with people quoting that video whenever they talk about this man

ANYWAYS

controversial opinion; i think this man has a basic sneeze. like just. every day normal guy. its just. it's just Normal. like. Completely Average. HOWEVER. he plays it up/purposefully makes it more obnoxious/louder because he likes annoying people. most people haven't actually heard what his real sneeze sounds like because of this.

ABSOLUTE mancold vibes. like. so fucking whiny you would not believe it. despite this he does still go to work, he just makes the fact that he's feeling bad everyone else's problem.

ONLY gets sick after an Extermination. mainly cause there's supposedly "no sickness in Heaven" so the only way he could catch something is from having been in Hell. everyone expects him to be whiny and incredibly annoying for a week afterwards.

the only time he's ever NOT been whiny was when he got a really bad fever this one time- he didn't whine during that, but he did spend most of it crying so it wasn't that much better.

will admit when he's sick but claims he has no allergies. something about having been born in Eden making him immune to it. he's allergic to roses + sensitive to smoke. an allergy induced sneeze would be the only time he'd attempt to stifle.

[screampied]

see I just realised you said GHOST and not ghostface,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, that’s very embarrassing I wish I could unsend an ask bc that’s so embarrassing,,,,,,,,,,,, EISH IM CURLIN UP I MISREAD IT AGHHH

close enough it’s TOJI and he’s sexy so :3333

did he js flick the reader’s forehead,,, OU HIS HANDS ARE COLD?? MEOWWWWW “are you even listening” NO KING IM TRYNA HEAR UR DICKS HEARTBEAT MIAOOWWWWWW

“wanna feel?” 😧 well,,,,,,,, it must be the witching hour bc I’m about to do some magical spells on that shit LMFAOAOA 😭 “knock y’erself out” AYE AYE CAP’N 😻‼️

HAPPY TRAIL??????? AND DIANA IS ON THE PROWL MEOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW “you wanna find out?” VEGAS YOURE KILLING ME SHES HISSING I CANT DO THIS AUSGGDHFHFHFHF “c’mere then” LAWD IM IN HEAT sorry that is wild..

“knees” did and done 🧎🏾‍♀️”bra, take that off too” SO HE WANNA SEE MY TITS 😛😛😛 BEST BELIEVE THAT SHIT IS FLYING OFF (I’m so sorry.) “fuck, y’er pretty” THANK YOU DADDY 😻😻😻😻😻😻😻

“it’s too big for you? thats my bad” cocky about his cock,,, I NEED HIM AUGGH

“play with your tits” … radio silence…………… unexpected……….. NO BC THE WAY MY JAW ACC DROPPED I WAS LIKE WOAH?? BUT I MEAN SHIT IF THERES A WILL THERES A WAY I GOT THE ASSETS FOR ALLAT !!

“such a pretty mouth, ugh” the ugh in italic? I HEARD IT?? LAED?? IM SO FINISHED IM PROPERLY DONE “good girl. haah, ‘s good” meows.

“yer nasty” VEGAS YOU ALWAYS SERVE AT THE RIGHT TIMES IVE BEEN GEEKING ABOUT BEING CALLED NASTY FOR DAYS AND YOU PULL THIS, I CANTTTT “play with yourself” FROTHING AT THE MOUTH

“you want that, sweets?” I CALL PEOPLE SWEETS TOO OMG ME N HIM TWINNIN and wtf is ectoplasm.. IS IT YHAT GREEN SHIT FROM GHOSTBUSTERS?? OH NAH GMFU SAY WHAT NOW?? nvm its whitee, false alarm :P

“Yer mouths gettin smart” IT CAN GET SMARTER, OG OFFICE SIREN RIGHT HERE !! “fuuuuuuuuck me” lawd……… LAWD I LOVE WHEN MEN DO THAT

“I wanna break you” sweet and sour kebabs.. “you have to pay for that you kno-" LMFOAOAOAOAOAO WE ARE FUNNYY “you played with her?” he referred to it as her… screampied’s version of toji is the man of my dreams NOT YOU ADRESSING IT LMFAOAOOA YOURE SO REAL FOR THAT

“n-no” “y-yea” moans. THE MOCKING I NEED THIS IN MY LIFEEE “look at that tongue” IM DYING IM BEDRIDDEN IM ILL HELP ME “listen to it with me” WOWZA “atta girl” YOWZA !

“whatever spell you had” TOLD YALL IMA BE ON MY WITCH SHIT 🗣️‼️ DONT PLAY WITH CATTTTTTT I WAS CASTIN SPELLS ALLLLL OVER LIKE “PUSSARIUS DRUNKIOS” BIPPITY BOPPITY BOO NOW HE LUV IT, IM TEWWW GOOD 😛

DID IT END OFF W A WHINY NEEDY TOJI??? im a LITTLE too good .. BUT LAWD YOU ATE IT DOWNNNN, HATS OFF TO YOU QUEENIE

— pearl anon !!!! :3

LMAOOO OMG 🫦🫦🫦 tehe yesss he’s an actual ghost but id love to write ghostface toji one day 🤚🏽 that'd eat so hard bruh

the dick's heartbeat 😭😭😭 that's new i'm gonna use that one day. YESSSS HIS HAPPY TRAIL, i could literally write so much ab happy trails it’s actual sick idk ??? like they’re jus so sexy to me. happy trails >>>

NOT U CALLING THE COOTER DIANA PLS

right he’s so cocky he just needs to get put in his place like … (he does 🌚) HEHEJE YESSS UGH IN ITALIC. it just has more pizzazz me thinks, omg i love that word pizzazzzzz. HELPPPP ectoplasm is a ghost like substance but since it’s fanfiction let’s say it’s another type of cum 👨🏽‍💻👨🏽‍💻

YESSS tojis pussy talk is literally unmatched, literally got an ask to elaborate on his pussy talk n i’m so GEEKEDDDDD. writing his dialogue makes my stomach churn up in KNOTSSSS

right. we love sassy reader's w backbone before being put in their place >>>> THE WITCH SHIT BYE. pussarius drunkios HELP ???? 😭😭😭😭

yep, whiney toji my fav 🫦 did all that just to get put in his place <3 he’s never gonna leave us bc he’s too pussy whipped now 🙂‍↕️

[crystalsnow95z]

please sick tae with a high fever? caretaker anyone!

Ooh my favorite person to write for ♡ sorry for the random angst.. I don't know why that popped into my head.

Let’s just get right into it.

Tw; meantion of upset stomach but no emeto.

"Huh? Pause the game, Seo-joon-sii is calling me.." Jungkook picks up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello. Are you home?"

"Yeah, im just playing a game." Jungkook answers politely. "Why?"

"Oh good. I called a taxi to bring Taehyungie home and want to be sure someone's there to help him."

"Huh? Help? What happened?" Jungkook jumps to his feet. "Is he okay?"

"No, nothing bad. He got a little too drunk.. him and woo-sik both.." Seo-joon speaks apologetically into the phone, feeling partly to blame for not cutting them off sooner.

"I'll be sure he gets to bed safely. Thank you." Jungkook relaxes. "Have a good night." He hangs up. Taehyungie-hyungie must've wanted to show he was a man and could drink just as much as the others..

"What was that about?" Jin asks with concern on his face. "Is Vuu okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine. He just overdid it with drinking.." Jungkook texts Taehyung to see if he'll reply.

Hyung where are you?

Taehyung replies.

I'm coming to home. 3 minutes now.

"I'll go get him pajamas to change into." Jin gets up, going to Taehyung's room.

"I'm gonna wait for him." Jungkook puts on a face mask and waits outside, keeping his eyes cast down, pretending to be too interested in his phone when someone passes by. I'm glad my hair is black right now. It's easier to wait without being recognized.

It doesn't take long for the taxi to come, Taehyung staggering out towards him. "Jeon jungukkkie hi." He greets him warmly.

"Hi hyungie.." Jungkook smiles when Taehyung wraps around him in a hug. "Let's get you inside."

"Jungkook-ah? Did I tells you?" Taehyung speaks excitedly with a bit of slur to his words. "Why we went out?"

"Why hyung?" Jungkook leads him inside, going towards Taehyungs room already knowing the answer. He told him before he went out but loved to see his hyung happy.

"Seojunnie-hyung got the lead role in a new kdrama!" Taehyung says proudly. "He's gonna look so cool.. it's a..ah..oh no.. I forgot the role.." he finished with a pout.

"Oh? Is that what you were celebrating?" Jungkook presses his lips together to stop himself from laughing at his cute expression.

"Yeah! Huh..hyungie? What are you doing here?" Taehyung questions when he sees Jin in his room.

"I'm here to help Kook-ah with you. Let's get you out of those jeans baby." Jin takes over leading Taehyung to his bed, sitting him on the edge.

"I don't need help.. I got it.." Taehyung unbuttoned his jeans, standing to get them off but sways into Jin.

"Tete be careful. Let hyung help." Jin holds Taehyung by his shoulders to steady him while he gets his jeans off, changing into the pajama pants Jin pulled out.

"There we go. Now the shirt, too." Jungkook tugs the shirt over Taehyung's head, putting a fresh one on.

"Here, Tae, drink some water." Jin offers him a water bottle. "Careful not to spill.." he adds as an afterthought when Taehyung takes a drink.

"Mm..I don't want it Hyung..my stomach hurts.." Taehyung hands the water back to Jin.

"Your stomach hurts? Did you eat enough while you were there? Do you want me to make you something?"

"I ate while I was there..but it was too spicy for me..it wasn't supposed to be spicy Hyung.." Taehyung whines, Jin biting his lip to stop himself from laughing at Taehyungs whiny pout.

"Poor Tete..I'll warm you up some of the leftover stir fry we had for dinner, okay? Let's go eat." Jin takes Taehyung by the hand, Jungkook taking the other.

"What's going on?" Jimin asks when he sees them pulling Taehyung.

"Taehyungie is very tipsy.. we're gonna try to sober him up some.." Jin explains, going to the fridge. "Don't worry we got it. Go back to sleep.."

"Taehyung-Ah, wake up..it's time to get ready for practice." Namjoon turns on the bedroom light, pulling the blanket.

Taehyung woke up the next morning feeling awful.. his head was pounding, and he felt dizzy when he sat up, his muscles aching when he moved. "I'm up..I'm up.."

Namjoon smooths down Taehyung's wild hair. "You feeling okay? You look pale."

"I think I'm okay. I must've drank too much last night.." Taehyung rubs the sleep from his eyes, wincing at the brightness in the room.

"You'll be okay. You're still young." Namjoon turns off the light for him. "Go take a shower and eat. You'll feel better."

Taehyung nods, taking a quick shower. The hot water eases some of the pain, but as he gets dressed again, he feels his body starting to ache again.

"I didn't think I drank that much.." he whines when he takes a seat next to Jimin in the dining room, leaning against him. "My head hurts... no. My body hurts.."

"Aw my poor Tete. Do you want me to make you some Haejangguk? I think we have all the ingredients.." Jimin asks, getting up. "I'll get you some juice.."

Taehyung didn't feel hungry, but was willing to try anything to try to ease the pain. "Yeah, that would be great. Thanks Minni." Taehyung gulps down some water, placing his head on the table.

"Morning Jiminie, Taehyungie. Taehyungie, are you okay?" Hoseok greets them with a yawn.

"He woke up hungover, but it's okay. I'm taking care of him." Jimin answers for him.

"Could I maybe skip practice Hobi-hyung? I really don't feel well..I feel like I'm gonna be sick.." Taehyung asks softly, looking up at Hobi with round puppy eyes.

"You shouldn't miss practice. Not when we're in the middle of learning new choreography. You should've thought about that before you went out last night." Hoseok hated being strict, but he couldn't give him special treatment. Not when they made Yoongi do several practices hungover. "But you can ask Namjoonie."

Namjoon had the same answer as Hoseok, so the seven boys went to practice together. Taehyung felt a little better after eating, but he still felt dizzy when he made quick movements, and his muscles still ached when he moved.

"Tae you're out of sync." Hoseok points out when Taehyung's feet don't hit the floor at the same time as the others. "You're going to slow."

"I'm sorry.. I'll get it.. right this time." Taehyung panted, already feeling exhausted despite only being halfway through the practice. He knew what he had to do, but his body just wasn't moving quickly enough.

"Let's take a break.." Hoseok tells them, feeling sympathy for the young vocalist. Everyone scatters to get water, use the restroom or just take a seat leaning against the mirror.

Taehyung sits where he stands, laying flat on the floor. "I'm so tired.." he whines softly, trying to stretch out to see if it'll help his muscles stop aching.

Yoongi and Hoseok go over to him the younger rapper running a hand through Taehyung's sweaty hair. "You're doing the best you can and that's all I ask. Don't look so sad."

"I know what to do. I do. I'm just really tired..I know I can do it..I just can't right now.." Taehyung says with a frustrated sigh, leaning into Hoseok's touch, feeling comfort in the warmth of his hand.

"You'll be okay baby..you'll feel better after a good meal and a nap." Hoseok gently scratches his head.

"Here Tae. Drink some water." Yoongi offers him a water bottle. "You need stay hydrated."

Taehyung sits up, leaning against Hoseok. "I didn't think I drank that much.. I think I'm done drinking for a while." He sips the water, but it feels heavy in his stomach. "I don't think I've ever been this hungover.."

"You've always been a lightweight." Yoongi states bluntly. "You don't need to drink much V."

"I drank less than the others, though.." Taehyung pouts.

"Why don't you just watch for a bit? It looks like you got the moves down. You just need to get on beat." Hoseok suggests, feeling awful for forcing Taehyung to push himself.

"No, no, I'll get it right. I know it. I just can't get my body to keep up with my thoughts. I can picture it in my head." Taehyung explains, feeling irritated with himself for holding the others back.

"It's okay. We still have a few weeks before we perform it live. You'll get it right then. I know it." Hoseok ruffles his hair. "Just watch and listen for now, okay? You can sleep it off when we get home."

Taehyung nods, watching Hoseok gather the others to start practice again. He tried his best to listen to the choreographer's advice and the ideas of the other members on how to improve it, but he couldn't keep focused. It's so bright in here..it hurts..

Taehyung only planned to keep his eyes closed until the throbbing headache became more manageable, but it wasn't long until he fell asleep.

"Should we wake him?" Jimin asks when he notices Taehyung slowly falls over to one side. "He must be really tired to fall asleep even with us having all the back up dancers.."

"I'll ask staff to take him home. He's learned his lesson on pushing his limits." Namjoon bends down to touch the floor."He'll get sick if he sleeps on the floor like that. It's cold.."

Jimin nods, going over to Taehyung, rubbing his hand across his chest to wake him. "Tete, wake up.."

"Mm.. Minnie I don't feel good.. I just want to sleep.." Taehyung whines, sitting up and leaning into Jimin. "I can't.."

"I know, baby. Hyung says you can go home. You can sleep there.." Jimin rubs his hand across Taehyung's back. "Come on. Up you go." He pulls him onto his feet.

"I'll get you home Taehyung-sii." A staff member approaches.

"Thank you.." Taehyung bows, only able to bow his head before he felt dizzy, falling forward.

"We'll probably not get home until tonight. Try to eat something before bed, okay?" Jimin gives Taehyung a hug. "Feel better, Tae."

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Yoongi stretches, limbs stiff from sitting in the same position too long. He's been working since he came home from practice, obsessing over a new song he's been trying to perfect for months. He checks his phone, eyes widening when he sees 2:58 AM on the screen.

"It's already almost three?"He tries to get a drink from his water bottle but finds it empty, discarding it into his trash bin already overflowing with papers he's tossed aside.

He gets up to go to the kitchen, slipping on wetness of a mysterious liquid covering the floor. When he looks around, he jumps when he sees a figure sitting in front of him leaning against the fridge. "Aiish.. You scared me." Yoongi sighs when his eyes adjust to the darkness, hand on his racing heart. From the silhouette,it had to be either Jungkook or Taehyung. "What are you doing?Did you fall? Are you hurt?" He reaches for the shadowy figure, hissing when he feels the heat coming off their cheek. When he doesn't feel Jungkook's cheek scar, he knows who is in the kitchen with him. "Sh*t..You're burning up, Taehyungie.."

Taehyung jumps when he feels Yoongi touch him but relaxes when he recognizes the voice. He stays quiet for a few more moments mind foggy with fever. "Hyung...I'm sorry..the..the water.. I dropped it.." Yoongi hardly recognizes it as Taehyung's voice, it coming out raspy and slow.

"So that's what it was.. don't worry about that. I'll clean it up. First, let's get you to bed." Yoongi slowly pulls Taehyung to his feet, feeling the younger trembling. "Did you get hurt when you fell?"

"Jus..just.." Taehyung stops talking,swaying as another wave of vertigo hits him."Yoongi..Hyung..dizzy.." It's been that way for the past twenty minutes, unable to make it to his feet without another wave washing over him. "Dizzy.." he whimpers in a panic.

"It's okay..it's okay.. I got you.." Yoongi holds Taehyung by his waist, gently stroking his back. "We can stay like this for a bit longer, okay?"

Taehyung nods, leaning against Yoongi, reaching for his hand. Even with his eyes closed standing completely still he felt like he was spinning. "I don't feel well.." he whispers, clutching Yoongi tighter.

"I know, Taehyungie, I know.. it looks like you weren't just hungover. I'll take care of you. I'm sorry i didn't notice sooner.." Yoongi strokes his hair, waiting for the vocalist to stop leaning against him so heavily.

"Are you feeling a little better? You think you can walk for me Taehyungie?" Yoongi speaks gently.

Taehyung stays quiet for a few more seconds, slowly opening his eyes to test if the wooziness really died down. "Y..yeah..slowly.."

Yoongi turns on his phone flashlight to get them safely around the spilled water, walking close to the wall. "That's it, Taehyungie, almost there.. let's get you to bed."

"What's going on..?" Namjoon asks sleepily when he hears Yoongi and Taehyung enter the room.

"Taehyungie is actually sick. He's running a fever.." Yoongi places Taehyung on the bed, placing his phone on the side table.

"What? How bad is it?" Namjoon rushed out of bed, going to Taehyung to touch him, feeling the heat from his cheek. "Sh*t..do we have medicine?"

"We have Tylenol.." Yoongi goes to get up, but Taehyung doesn't let go of his hand. "Could you go get it along with the thermometer?"

"Of course hyung." Namjoon quickly leaves the room.

"Hyungie.. I'm cold..will you cuddle me...?" Taehyung squeezes Yoongi's hand. "Just a little bit?"

Yoongi lays next to him, unable to turn him down when he looks so helpless. Taehyung's usually bright, playful eyes were dulled, already drooping closed from exhaustion. His skin looked pale except for his cheeks that were flushed with fever, and his brown hair looked black from the sweat that pasted his bangs to his forehead. Yoongi's heart ached in sympathy for the vocalist, gently pushing his bangs behind his ear. "You really aren't doing well, Tete.."

"Hyungie, I..I still wanted water..I dropped it.." Taehyung suddenly remembers why he left the room in the first place when a dry cough rattled his chest.

"I know, baby. It's okay. I'll get Namjoon-ah to get you some." Yoongi answers softly, tensing up when he feels himself sweating from just holding his ailing dongsaeng. I need to cool him down..

"Hyung.." Taehyung whimpers when another wave of dizziness washes over him, leaving him feeling nauseous. He takes a handful of Yoongi's shirt into his fist, clenching it tightly.

"What's wrong, Taehyungie?" Yoongi's heart races with anxiety when the only response he gets his a low groan,unsure on what to do to try to help.

"Yoongi what happened?" Namjoon rushes into the room when he sees Taehyung clinging to Yoongi trembling from the cold chills.

"I don't know.. we need to cool him down.." Yoongi takes the water bottle from Namjoon, placing the bottle on the nape of Taehyung’s neck.

"Please..that's cold.." Taehyung jumps when he feels the cold touch his skin, shivering violently against Yoongi.

"Just endure it for me, okay? Just for a little bit.." Yoongi speaks in a soothing tone. "Just for a few minutes, okay?"

Namjoon gently places the thermometer in Taehyung's ear, eyes widening. "It's almost at 40.. fu*k I should've checked in on him when I came into the room. We could've helped him before it got this bad.."

"We don't have time to worry about the past Joon-ah. We need to focus on taking care of him now." Yoongi takes a few breaths to calm his nerves. I'm the oldest.. I need to stay calm..

Yoongi relaxes a little when Taehyung loosens the grip on his shirt. "Are you feeling a little better Tae? Do you think you can swallow some medicine for me?"

"Not..as..dizzy.. but it hurts.. to move.." Taehyung speaks slowly, trying to gather his thoughts.

"It'll only be a minute. Please, Tae?" Yoongi pleads softly.

Despite trying to hide it, Taehyung could still hear the fear in the deagu rapper's voice. "Okay.. okay.." He slowly sits up with Yoongi's help, moaning softly. His muscles screamed in protest, his body trembling with effort.

Namjoon quickly shakes out two pills, gently parting Taehyung's lips to get them in his mouth. He didn't trust Taehyungs shaky hands not to drop them. "Here Taehyungie, drink some water." He quickly offers the water after pushing them into his cheek.

Taehyung takes a mouthful of water, swallowing down the medicine.

"Good, good.." Namjoon controls how much water Taehyung takes, making him take smaller sips after swallowing the medicine. "Nice and slow. You don't want to make yourself sick.."

Taehyung takes another few drinks before laying down yawning into Yoongi's chest. "I'm so..Sleepy.."

"It's okay to sleep now.. that's all I wanted.." Yoongi draws small circles with his fingers across Taehyung's back. It doesn't take long for the younger to fall asleep again. "He's still shivering. Do you think we should get him to a doctor?"

"Let's wait to see if the medicine helps first. I don't want a repeat of last time if I can help it.." Namjoon's heart races faster at the memory. A sasaeng had seen him entering the hospital a few months ago and pretended to be sick so they could see him. Namjoon woke up to her in his hospital room filming him while he slept the blanket pushed off him and his hospital gown pulled up...

He could still hear her screaming while security took her away. Namjoon jumps when he feels Yoongi touch him, reaching for his hand to pull him out of the memory.

"Hey..it's okay. We'll wait it out a bit, and if it doesn't help, we'll call staff to come with us.. nothing like that will happen to Taehyungie, okay?"Yoongi promises, rubbing his thumb across Namjoon’s knuckles. "Why don't you go get a bowl of water and a cloth. We should try to swipe off the sweat, and it'll help cool him down."

"Alright.." Namjoon leaves the room, letting out a short scream when he sees Jin in the hallway. "Aiish, you scared me, hyung. What are you doing up?"

"I woke up to use the bathroom. Have you seen Yoongi? He wasn't in the room when I got up." Jin says with concern about the wrong member.

"Yoongi is fine. He's with Taehyungie.. it turns out he wasn't just complaining over a hangover.. he's running a high fever.." Namjoon tells the older member. "I'm going to get water so we can give him a sponge bath."

"What? Taehyung is sick?" Jin's shoulder brushes against Namjoon's as he rushes past him, going straight to Taehyung.

"Seokjinnie-hyung?" Yoongi questions in surprise when he sees him entering, but he doesn't reply too focused on the young vocalist, placing his hand at the nape of his neck.

"Mn..." Taehyung let's out a quiet hum, moving away from Jin's 'cold' touch.

"Aiigo, my poor baby.. have you given him anything?" Jin whispers, running his hand through Taehyung's hair. "How high is it?"

"We got him to take some Tylenol a few minutes ago, but if it doesn't work, we need to get him to the hospital.." Yoongi explains in a distressed whisper. "Hyung, could you go with Namjoon? He's still a bit shaken by what happened when he went to the hospital.."

That's why he was easily spooked..

"I'll take care of Joon." Jin leaves to the kitchen where Namjoon was filling a large bowl with water.

"Hey, it's okay. You and Yoongi have things under control, you're doing everything right. Taehyungie will be fine." Jin gently massages Namjoon's shoulders, feeling the tension within them. "Take a deep breath for hyung.."

Namjoon turns off the water, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry. I know this isn't helping.."

"It's okay to be scared Joon-ah. Don't apologize." Jin hugs Namjoon from behind. "You don't need to be sorry for your feelings.."

Namjoon puts his hands on Jin's, feeling his anxiety melting away underneath the olders touch."Thanks, Hyung.. I'm okay now.."

"Good, now let's go back to the room, okay? I'll take this." Jin lets Namjoon go, taking the bowl from the sink and carrying it to the room. Namjoon quickly grabs a wash cloth from the bathroom, following after.

"You okay now, Namjoon?" Yoongi asks softly when he enters.

"Yeah. I'm okay now. Sor.." Namjoon trails off when he recalls Jin's words. "Don't worry. I'm fine."

Jin takes the cloth from Namjoon, dipping it in the water and wringing out the excess water and wiping it down Taehyung's arm.

Taehyung shivers, clinging closer to Yoongi. "It's cold.." He mumbles softly only Yoongi picking up on it.

"It's okay..i got you.." Yoongi strokes his hand through Taehyung's hair. "We're just trying to help. It's okay." He continues to say sweet nothings while Jin continues to gently wash the sweat from his body, letting out a sigh with he notices the shivering stop.

"It's working.." Yoongi whispers with a soft smile. "I don't think we'll need a hospital, Joon. We can handle this together."