#it’s ok I’ll get more and the soup was still good

[jewishdragon]

Pro tip to folks struggling to make meals

The idea that certain foods are for certain meals is bullshit

I eat “dinner” food for every meal

For the last month I’ve been making veggie miso and wonton soup and rice wraps containing what I like on a chicken sandwich (onion, spicy mayo, chicken, lettuce, guac)

My goals are to ensure I’m eating veggies and protein and “American breakfast food” just ain’t it

And I fucking love soup

If needed I can throw this shit together in 10-20 min bc I use frozen veggies just open the bag and dump em in (better soup takes longer but I can just toss my pre made spice mix and some soy and miso paste and microwave it and he veggies and tofu and add the wontons)

I pre-bake the chicken so I have it sliced in the fridge grab and wrap it up. The longest part of the wrap process is heating up the water.

[im-so-tired-sorry]

Cramping

kiribaku x gn!reader

cw: reader experiences periods, mentions of blood, swearing, and pet names

a/n: ending is lowkey rushed but idrc at this point lmao

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you were in the kitchen cooking with your boyfriends. you three were making a stew that consisted of various meats and veggies.

it was truly a three person effort.

you three would walk around the kitchen for items that you needed and you would each kiss the shoulders of the other two if you happened to walk behind them.

but of course, in couple-y fashion, it turned into teasing and you guys had to mess with each other; you would purposely bumped into your partners and kirishima grabbed at tickle sensitive spots as he walked by. but bakugo would just keep cutting veggies.

that is until you bumped into him enough times, catching you laugh from him side eyeing you.

he grinned and grabbed a kitchen towel and when you caught your breath from laughing, he whipped it at you lightly, hitting the lower part of your stomach.

all of a sudden, a twisting, piercing pain stabbed you internally. you took a breath through gritted teeth, but you couldnt resist to crouch into a ball while holding the lower half of your torso.

of course, your boyfriends crouched to your side as soon as they saw you in pain.

“katsuki!! how hard did you hit them!!!?!?!”

“i didnt hit them that hard! i barely used any force!”

“well you clearly did if theyre in this much pain!!”

“it wasnt that!! it wasn’t that, i’m just cramping that’s all!!”

“oh”

“oh”

…

…

“OH”

“well good to know you’re not pregnant.”

“katsuki! baby, what do you need right now. pain killer? heating pad? water?”

“to, fuck, to lay down.”

and with that, your partners went to work. kirishima carried you to bed to allow you to stay in your curled up position. once in bed, bakugo made you drink an entire bottle of water before allowing you to lay down, placing another bottle on the nightstand and passing you your heating pad.

your boyfriends helped you get as comfortable as you could, all while checking on the stew.

“you need anything else?”

with a yawn, you answered, “a nap. i think the cooking got me a little overworked.”

“and over heated,” kirishima said as he felt your forehead, “don’t worry love. we’ll finish cooking and i’ll try to sneak some in so you don’t have to get up-“

“hey! no eating in the room! especially any kind of soup. cause i know your clumsy ass will spill it on our sheets.”

you giggled before sensing blood flow through yourself from the added pressure. seeing you in the uncomfortable state sent worry to your partners, but you brushed it off and they left you to sleep.

you woke up a couple hours later to the sky in a darker light. you were in less pain now, but there was still a lingering tension below your stomach. it didn’t hurt, but it’s never a comfortable feeling.

you heard the bedroom door open slowly. “babe. you awake?”

“mmmm”

“tch, i’ll take that as a yes. sit up, i brought you food.”

“i thought there was no eating on the bed.”

“do you want it or not?”

slowly and still a little groggily, you sat up and katsuki handed you a bowl of warm stew as he sat next to you. the stew ended up really good, with the veggies well cooked and the meat tender.

“how do you feel?”

you shrugged, not just as an instant response but because there really was no way to explain it.

“is there anything i can do?”

“take this feeling away.”

he sighed and wrapped an arm around you. “sorry to break it to you, but i can’t, no matter how much i want to. what i, and eijirou, can do…is try and support you through this.”

you finished your stew and rested your head on his shoulder. “that’s more than enough.”

“katsuki!! i finished loading the dishwasher. is there anything else before i start it?” you faced the door where your giant boyfriend came in and leaned against the doorframe. “hey baby. you feeling ok?”

you shrugged in response.

“i’ll take this,” bakugo took the bowl and stood, “I’ll put this in the wash.”

you sat at the edge of the bed to grab your water bottle. after you took a drink and put it back on the nightstand, you noticed a pop of color on your light colored sheets where you were laying last. you gasped in surprise, realizing you stained the sheets with blood. you caught you partners’ attentions while they were both at the door.

“what happened?”

“nothing!”

“are you hurting again?”

“no! i mean kind of, but no i’m fine!”

“did you stain the sheets?”

you opened your mouth to deny, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to get away with it, so you shamefully looked away.

“oh baby,” kirishima walked up to you and held your face in his hands, “it’s ok! we just have to wash them and they’ll be gone. no need to be ashamed either, it’s natural.” he gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“i’m gonna put this in the dishwasher and then come up to change the sheets. eijirou, do you mind starting a shower for them?”

“of course i don’t mind!”

a shower was a good idea. just to have a sense of cleanliness.

eijirou prepared the shower for you, and as soon as the water was warm enough, you hoped in. after a proper rinse, you dressed comfortably for bed.

returning to the bedroom, you noticed the darker sheets over your boyfriends already in bed. katsuki was reading his book and eijirou was on his phone, each putting their item down as soon as you entered.

“ready for bed?” kirishima asked with a dorky little smile.

you nodded, excited to rest with your partners.

before getting into bed though, katsuki made you drink more water.

you snuggled in between your partners as they cuddled around you, making sure you were comfortable and that they weren’t squeezing too hard.

and with that, you three fell asleep.

[remiratboi]

The Truth Of The Matter - Part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 | Previous

Minotaur M Best Friend X Human GN Fat Reader

CW: monsterfucking, clubbing, drinking, slight body insecurity

A few weeks went by, and the dress haunted you from your closet. You had put it on a couple of times, but chickened out each time.

Tonight was the night, though. You were going to do it. You were feeling hot today, and you figured if there was ever a time, now was it. You and Rin were both getting ready for the usual club, respectively.

You spent more time than you normally did on your face and hair. You went ultra femme, the tight red dress and sheer black tights. You put on your favourite strapy black heels and curled your hair. After a final look in the mirror, and a calming breath, you made your way to the living room where Rin was waiting for you.

You felt nervous for some reason. And embarrassed. You tried shaking it.

Rin caught you from the corner of his eye, and did a legitimate double take. His jaw dropped, for the second time.

“You’re wearing that tonight?” His voice cracked.

“Yeah, I mean, if I look as hot as you say I do, maybe I’ll catch someone extra pretty tonight.” You joked. His face went blank. Your normally open friend became unreadable.

“You know, I’m actually not up to it tonight.” He spoke flatly, but his words felt like knives. Did he not like the dress on you anymore? “I… I’m not feeling good. I just can’t take it.” He finished lamely.

Your shoulders sank. “But I was so excited.” You pouted and looked at your dolled up face in the decorative mirror that hung nearby.

“You should still go. Have fun. I’m probably just gonna go to bed early.” His tone was still bizarre. You didn’t understand.

“No, it’s ok, I’ll make some soup, and we can watch a-” you turned back to your room as you spoke, but were interrupted by his suddenly harsh tone.

“No, just go. I’m fine. Go have fun.” He stood and walked past you. The door to his room clicked when it latched. You stood in your living room, bewildered and a little bit hurt.

Fuck it. You thought. You looked hot, felt good, and clearly Rin needed some space. You’d give him as much as he wanted. You grabbed your handbag and headed out.

The club was dead when you arrived. You hadn’t meant to leave quite that early, but after the strange experience with Rin, you’d practically ran there. About 15 people milled around.

Brutus welcomed you with a low whistle when you walked by him. You blushed and twirled, giggling.

“Damn, you poured into that?” He teased and followed it with a chef's kiss.

You received a similar response from Viola. “Baby if I hadn’t paid a fuck ton of money to turn my cock into a pussy, I’d have a raging boner right about now.”

“Ew, Vi?” You replied, screwing up your face. She cackled at your response.

“Seriously though, you look amazing. New dress?” She spoke as she prepped the bar for the night. You reached over and plucked a cherry from a dish, popping it into your mouth.

“Yeah, Rin bought it for me.” Your smile fell as you were reminded of the strange interaction earlier.

“Speaking of the big lug, where is he?” You didn’t reply for a moment, lost in thought. It was long enough she paused, and looked up at you. “Woah, what’s with the face? You guys okay?” She asked. You knew it wasn’t like you two to have conflict? And while you had wanted to move past it, it seemed harder than you’d expected.

“Huh?” You shook your head slightly and looked back at her. “Oh, yeah. Uh, he said something about how he ‘just can’t take it’.” You were about to explain that he wasn’t feeling well when Viola laughed.

“Yeah well, you can’t blame him.” She went back to her prep work. “Honestly, about time he said something.”

Maybe if she had been paying better attention, she’d have seen how confused you were. That she had misunderstood. But she hadn’t been. And she didn’t realize.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

She rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. “Well I mean the guys been in love with you his entire life, and he has to watch you go home with person after person each night. I wouldn’t be able to take it either.” She finally looked back at your face. It was her turn to be confused at your expression of utter shock.

“What are you talking about?” You spoke quietly. The music almost drowning you out.

Viola froze. “… What are you talking about?”

“Rin isn’t feeling well. He said he couldn’t take coming out tonight.” You clarified. It felt like the whole world fell away. The only thing you could see was Viola. “What did you think I was saying?”

Viola laughed awkwardly. “Yeah that’s what I meant too!” She spoke with too much enthusiasm. As if she could trick you into forgetting what she had just said.

“Vi, I swear to god.” You pushed every bit of threat you could muster into your tone. Her shoulders sagged. She sighed.

“I’m not supposed to tell you. It was an accident.” Viola chewed on her bottom lip.

You glared at her.

“Fine. But don’t you dare tell him I told you. I’ll make Brutus ban you.” She pointed to the door you knew he stood outside.

You crossed your arms. “Honestly, I’d like to see you try. He likes me more.” You smirked. “But I’m not going to say anything anyway. Can you please just explain yourself?” You refocused.

“Each night, you go home with someone. And each night, he sits here and drowns his sorrows, complaining about how much he loves you. I think he’s just a coward, but he says you don’t feel the same, and he doesn’t want to risk the friendship.” She looked at you anxiously. “I don’t know, that’s just what he’s said.”

She didn’t even finish the sentence before you were turning around. And then you were running.

[ilysungho]

hiii

may i req 5, 51, 46 with vry soft dom leehan & sick/slightly feverish needy and a little frazzled (bc feverish nd stuff) sub reader 🥺

a/n: hi love! thank you for asking and i’m so sorry for how long it took to put this out… enjoy nonetheless and lmk your thoughts! wc: 0.7k contains: soft dom!leehan x sub!reader, reader is sick/has a fever, fingering, lowercase intended, prompts italicized

coughs and sneezes echoed through the walls of your room as you sat on the bed, sniffling with a red nose and a trash can full of dirty tissues. but still, your fever wasn't enough to hide the smell of the hearty soup leehan prepared for you. or well, ordered and is reheating at the moment.

he stepped into your bedroom with a cute apron around his waist, reading "kiss the chef". you bought it for yourself, being the cook between the two of you, but it was a treat to see him dressed like so.

"may i kiss the chef?" you smiled as he leaned down to check you temperature, the back of his hand on your forehead. he looked confused but quickly realized it was his apron you referred to.

"no, you may not. i love you but who's going to take care of you if i get sick?" he gave his signature smile, eyes forming into the beautiful crescent shapes. you pouted, thinking about how you haven't kissed him in the past 2 days from being so sick.

the pout almost made your boyfriend cave in, but he stayed strong. well… a compromise could surely be made right? he was never one to deny when you wanted something after all.

“ok how about this. you let me take care of you, yeah? i’ll do the work.”

“care how though? you’ve already been doing so m-” a hush followed by his finger on your lips made you quiet as he sat beside you, bringing you to sit on top of his lap. you gasped at the shift in position, not used to moving around a lot in the time you’ve been sick.

“lift your hips up for me, baby.”

you followed his command, already feeling hot in anticipation as he hooked his fingers onto the sides of your bottoms, pulling them down to leave your lower body bare. he caressed the supple skin of your thighs, kissing your neck in unison as he hummed words of love and praise. his fingers reached towards your clit after, touching the nub ever so gently.

as you moaned out, he slid his other hand up your shirt to provide some more stimulation through your nipples. he touched you softly, yet your fever heightened all the sensations quicker than ever before.

“you feeling good baby?” leehan kissed your neck once more as you nodded, back arching slightly. he chuckled as his fingers spread the wet slick that fell out of you around your folds. aligning his fingers in between the folds, he rubbed up and down slowly, slightly squeezing your clit every time his fingertips went close.

your lips sputtered out sounds of pleasure as you closed your eyes and grabbed the sheets below to steady yourself. he perfectly touched you, still praising you as if you were the one doing the work.

your moans turned into whines as his fingers slipped past your hole, now fingering you. his strokes were slow, but every single one led to you feeling more on edge than before. maybe it's the sickness that has you feeling extra sensitive, but leehan loves how you are getting so excited so quickly.

he's done this many times before, so he knew exactly which buttons to press to get you to come for him. you felt his fingers explore you, curling into you as you moaned out your boyfriend's name in a sultry voice. he chuckled as he kept going, kissing your shoulders one again as you shook under him.

“leehan i-”

“i know baby, just let go.” he breathed against your ear, pulling his fingers out and stimulating your clit once again. and you got the exactly you needed to finally let go and release on his hands. your body limp, you laid against leehan’s chest as you breathed out until you came back to your senses.

leehan put you down on the bed as he got up to go to the kitchen once again. but before he left, he leaned down and kissed your forehead while whispering a softly exhaled, “i don’t think i can ever get enough of you.”

[roostersbby69]

0.3 | I’ll be here for you

Summary: the one where you and Bradley tell your parents you’re expecting a baby at 18.

Warnings: teen pregnancy, Bradley’s mom is still alive currently

Pairing: teen Bradley x teen Mitchel!reader

“So, do you want to say it or me?” You asked as Bradley parked the Bronco in the driveway of his house.

“How about we do it together, and I’ll take the hits. Literally.”

You smiled and nodded, “Okay.”

Your belly wasn’t showing yet but you just felt like everyone could tell you were pregnant, like it was obvious.

The both of you walked up to the door and went inside and you caught sight of Carol fixing dinner. Bradley had asked if it was ok for you to come over and Carol was more than happy to set out an extra plate for you.

“Hey mom!” Bradley called through the house as he came behind you and closed the door.

She peeked behind the corner and smiled at the two of you, “Hey kiddos! Come in!”

Bradley smiled and walked with you to the kitchen and pulled out a chair for you at the table.

You thanked him and sat down, nervously, and watched as she took out a pan from the oven that was filled with roasted potatoes.

The kitchen smelled delicious, Mrs. Carol was an amazing cook and baker. She made the best homemade pancakes in the morning and potato soup in the winter. And her chocolate cake was to die for.

She came to you and pulled you in for a tight hug as she kissed the top of your head, “Hi sweet girl, how are you?”

You smiled and felt all warm inside, “I’m good, how are you?” Truth was you were not good, you were sweaty with anxiety, nervous, and your stomach was aching.

“I’m well, just whipping up a simple dinner.” She turned back to Bradley and kissed his cheek before going back to cooking.

Simple dinner was not the correct term for her dinners, they were over the top. The potatoes were buttered and steaming, the roast was spiced to perfection, the washed strawberries for the chocolate cake were sparkling with water droplets, and the kitchen smelled amazing.

Your stomach growled as you were happy you weren’t sick of a meal. She called Bradley for help with bringing the plates to the table and you got up to help, but Bradley placed a hand on your shoulder, “Sit down, it’s ok, you don’t have to get up.”

You nodded and sat back down as Carol brought the plate of potatoes and roast to the table. And Bradley brought the napkins and cutlery.

He placed a water in front of you and sat down in the chair across from you. Carol sat at the end and smiled at the perfect scene in front of her.

“Let’s eat!” She grabbed a fork and knife to cut the roast as you gave Bradley worried glances, You probably should’ve talked about when you would be having the conversation.

“It’s ok.” He mouthed which made you nod and fix your plate.

-

While eating, you talked about school and what your plans were. They were fake, since finding out you were pregnant, but you tried to make it seem as true as possible.

When you were finished, you pushed the plate away from you and placed your hands in your lap.

Bradley nervously gulped his water down as he eyed Carol, trying to find out when he should speak up.

And when you gave him a look he finally did.

“Hey mom?” He gripped his jeans between his fingers and felt his throat tighten.

“Yes honey?” She looked up and smiled.

You stared between them as he swallowed and stuttered, “Can we talk for a minute?”

She scrunched her brows and nodded, “Yeah what’s going on?”

He looked at you and saw your face was red and you were nervously chewing on your lip.

“Um,” he picked at his plate and sighed, “We uh,” he had no words, no words were forming in his mouth right now, “Well I uh,” his chest tightened as he looked at her confused eyes before he finally spit it out, “Y/n’s pregnant.”

The whole room went silent, you could hear the washer washing the clothes in the other room and could hear all three of you breathing.

She looked to you with a shocked face as she gasped, “What?”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, prepared for the cursing, before nodding your head slowly.

“By who?” She watched as your eyes lifted up to Bradley’s and she put two and two together.

“Bradley?” She whipped her head to him and he grimaced as she screamed three words he hadn’t heard out of her mouth since he egged his math teachers house, “What the fuck?!”

Carol had so many questions so she started off with the first one, “How did this happen?”

Bradley took a deep breath before opening his mouth and he heard your quiet voice speak before him, “It’s my fault.”

Both of them turned to you with wide eyes, “It isn’t.” Bradley immediately said while shaking his head, “We were studying and one thing lead to another and it just happened.” He tried to keep it as PG as possible for her.

“I talked to you about condoms Bradley!” She kept yelling at him. That was true, she had multiple talks about contraceptives and even one day, while brushing his teeth one morning, he found a box of condoms under the sink.

“I know, I’m sorry mom. She’s on birth control and we weren’t thinking.” He explained.

“I told you to not have sex with anyone you weren’t in a relationship with!”

That one hurt, your chest tightened as you felt tears welling up in your eyes. This was all your fault, why would this happen to you, you’ve never felt so embarrassed in all your life.

“I’ve gave you many talks before Bradley!”

“Mom, please clam down.” Bradley noticed the tears dripping down your cheeks and tried to calm her down.

“How? You got a girl pregnant! Let me rephrase that, you got Y/n pregnant!”

Bradley heard the scraping of the chair against the floor and watched as you got up and excused yourself from the room.

He turned to her and begged her to stop screaming, “Please mom, please calm down. It’s my fault not Y/n’s so don’t get upset with her.”

She sighed as she rest her head in her hands on the table, “Bradley, I have given you too many talks about safe sex by now and this is what you bring to me? I don’t mean to be rude but she’s your best friend. Not your girlfriend. I mean, did you talk about this before? Are you in a relationship?”

“No we aren’t in a relationship, it was something that just happened. We were at her house and things got carried away, things were moving really fast.”

It took a while to explain to her, but when she calmed down Bradley went to you in the bathroom.

“Y/n?” He softly knocked on the door and heard your quiet sniffles.

You unlocked the door and he slipped inside before shutting it behind him, his heart broke at your words, “She hates me.”

He pulled you into him and held you as you wiped the tears from your face, “No she doesn’t. If anything she’s mad at me.”

“I’m sorry this is happening, you don’t have to stay with me through this.” You cried into his chest.

“Stop, stop,” he grabbed your face and made you look at him, “Stop it, I’m not leaving you alone with this, I don’t care that my mom is mad at me. This is both of us.” He made you understand.

You nodded your head and sniffled as he wiped the tears away and pulled you into him for one last hug.

“It’ll be okay.”

-

Bradley had made sure you were ok and walked with you back into the living room where Carol was sitting.

You cautiously walked in and her eyes lifted up to yours, she immediately stood up and sighed.

And to your surprise, she pulled you in for a hug, “I’m sorry I yelled. It’s just this is a surprise, and you two are so young.”

You nodded in understanding, “I get it, it’s okay.”

“Have you told your dad yet? I’m sure the sooner the better.”

You shook your head and sighed, “I’ve been dreading it.”

“Don’t, he wouldn’t ever want anything to happen to you. He’ll be there when you need him.” She said.

If Carol acted this way about the situation, there was no telling how your dad would react. You’d just have to brace yourself for tomorrow.

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[themultifandomgal]

Hi lovely, love reading your work!!!! Could you do one either Connor Rhodes x reader or Will Halstead x reader where she gets really sick with the flu or something and basically gets wiped out for the week, just her boyfriend/ husband (whatever works better) fussing over her doing all kinds of checks on her, just overall caring?

Connor Rhodes- Full Of Flu

Connor and I have been dating now for quite some years. We met through my sister April since she works at the same hospital as Connor and of course dating a doctor means that if I’m ever ill, he knows best.

I wake up early in the morning to Connor’s alarm going off, but the first thing I notice is how sore my throat is and how bad my head hurts. Groaning I throw the bed sheet over my head

“Not going to give me a morning kiss?” I hear my boyfriend says from next to me. I shake my head in reply, but quickly realise that’s a huge mistake. Groaning again I push my face into my pillow “what’s wrong?” Connor asks removing the bedsheet from my head

“Head hurts, throat sore”

“Hmmm you do feel warm” Connor places his hand on my forehead “let me take your temp” he says leaving the bedroom before quickly returning with a thermometer, painkillers and a bottle of water. Connor takes my temperature and sighs “102. I’ve got a 12 hour shift today, but if you start to feel worse message me”

“Ok” i hum to Connor placing a gentle kiss on my head before getting dressed then leaving the bedroom.

I must have fallen back asleep for some time because when I wake up again the sun is shining and next to me on the bedside table is a bottle of water, painkillers and a little note. However I feel worse that I had earlier. My body is now aching, my nose is stuffy, I also feel a little nauseous too. Still feeling extremely tired, I decided what’s best is to just have a bed day today.

12 hours later Connor returns home and I’ve got progressively worse, having to go to the bathroom a few times to throw up

“How are you feeling?”

“Like crap” I reply shivering in bed

“Have you eaten anything?” Connor asks sitting on the edge of the bed

“No. Been sick”

“Just drink the water slowly, little sips. Can I take your temp again?”

“Yeah” I sigh

“103.3 Jesus baby it’s going up”

“M’cold” I say wrapping the bedsheet round me more

“I know, but you can’t get to warm. Let me go and get some more Tylenol and water”

As the days go by Connor is amazing and thankfully with his help I start to feel better, however this flu does take it out of me. After 2 days I start to eat a little more, connors homemade soup has been a life saver, but I’ve been so tired. Connor has got me out of bed and in clean pyjamas

“Can you try and eat a bit more?” Connor asks looking at the soup in my bowl

“Not hungry”

“I know but you’ve got to eat. Just have 3 more mouthfuls”

“Fine” I give in knowing there’s no point in arguing with him

“Good. Once you’ve eaten then I’ll run you a bath and wash your hair for you. Then we can go to bed”

“And cuddle”

“Yes and cuddle”

“Thank you for looking after me”

“Always. April said she will come over tomorrow on her day off while I do my shift”

“I’ll be fine on my own”

“I know you, you’ll stay in bed all day, won’t eat and will probably forget to drink anything. Aprils coming over, end of story”

For the rest of the week Connor takes care of me, and I start to feel better, however I must of passed the flu to Connor because he’s now the one having to have someone check his temp. Nothing worse than a doctor getting sick because they won’t ask for help or let someone else take care of them. Connor may be stubborn, but so am I. It’s my turn now to look after my boyfriend and I can honestly say I don’t mind one bit.

[writingduhh]

i literally got my wisdom teeth removed a few hours ago and i am in PAIN

pls pls can we have some comfort ted to schlatt?

love you sm stay safe 💓💓💓💓

Ahhhh I love this idea! I’m so sorry about your wisdom teeth I’ve heard it’s so painful :( please rest up and take care of yourself! Hope this can offer a little distraction 💜

❥ Jschlatt :

▷ Before your surgery, Schlatt does a deep dive into what you’ll need post-op. How to relieve pain, help you heal faster, and everything in-between. He also makes sure to stock up on tons of soft foods, wanting to make sure you have lots of options

▷ On the way to the office he immediately notices your nervousness. He takes it upon himself to lighten the mood the best he can. If all attempts at humor fail he takes a much sweeter approach.

He lays his hand on your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze. “You’re going to do great, y/n. And I’ll be right here with you.”

▷ After the paperwork has all been signed he tightly hugs you goodbye, gently whispering to you that title be ok. Once you’re taken back he sits down in the waiting room. He insists on staying in the office until you’re done, no matter how long it takes he refuses to leave without you.

▷ As soon as you’re out of surgery schlatt is by your side, making sure you’re comfortable whisky he intensively listens to the nurses aftercare instructions.

▷ Even though you might be a little grumpy or out of it, due to the anesthesia, Schlatt is incredibly patient. If you try to say something but it’s all garbled he listens attentively. He tries his best to decipher your words, occasionally making silly guesses that get you both laughing.

“Can you say that one more time, toots? I couldn’t hear you.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and tried again, but somehow it came out even more garbled this time.

“Uhh… you want me to turn it up? Like the radio?”

“No, no, no,” you mumbled, struggling to get the words out. He looked a little flustered now.

“You want to… fuck? Darlin’, you just got out of—” Before he could finish, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

You pointed dramatically at the colorful suckers sat in the cup holder that the receptionist had given you on your way out.

“OH! You want a sucker.”

The two of you broke into laughter, tears forming in your eyes from how hard you were laughing.

Once you both finally caught your breath, Schlatt grabbed one of the suckers from the cup holder and handed it to you, making you smile even wider.

Through the gauze in your mouth you managed to say a “thank you.”

“Of course.” He lovingly says, pressing a kiss on the side of your head.

“Ya know, if you hadn’t just got out of surgery I wouldn’t have said no.” He subtly smirks, earning a playful slap from you.

“Hey! Hey! I’m just being honest.”

▷ When he notices you’re feeling tense from the soreness, schlatt offers to give you a gentle shoulder or neck massage. He’s surprisingly good at it, and you find yourself relaxing under his touch, the pain melting away a bit as he works out the tension.

▷ When you’re too sore or tired to eat by yourself, Schlatt happily feeds you spoonfuls of soup or pudding, joking about how he’s becoming a pro at this. He makes airplane noises just to see you roll your eyes, but you secretly love the attention.

▷ Knowing that you’ve been through a tough time, Schlatt takes it upon himself to spoil you with little gifts. He surprises you with a cozy new blanket, a scented candle, or that book you’ve been eyeing for a while. Each gift comes with a cheeky comment like, “Just a little something to make you smile, even if you’re still puffy.”

▷ He is super protective of you during your recovery. If anyone asks to visit or call, he gently but firmly lets them know that you’re resting and need your space, all while making sure you know that he’s there for anything you need.

▷ He can’t resist teasing you a little about your puffy cheeks, but it’s all in good fun. He pretends to take “before and after” pictures, making goofy faces in each one to match your swollen expression.

▷ If you wake up in the middle of the night feeling uncomfortable or in pain, he is right there to comfort you. He gets you a fresh ice pack, helps you take your meds, and stays up with you until you’re able to fall back asleep, all while holding your hand and whispering reassurances.

❥ Ted :

▷ On the way to the dentist, Ted can sense if you’re feeling a bit anxious. He gives you a lighthearted pep talk, reminding you that it’s just a quick procedure and that he’ll be there every step of the way.

▷ Once you’re taken back into the surgery room he makes his way to a nearby store. He buys all of your favorite treats, drinks, and foods. Well, at least the ones you can eat

▷ Ted is the first face you see the moment you come out of surgery. He gives you a reassuring smile and plants a small kiss on your forehead. Before the nurses can bring out a wheelchair, Ted has already decided to carry you out to the car himself.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks sweetly, cradling you in his arms as he walks through the parking lot.

“Mm, good,” you mumble, your arms snugly wrapped around his neck.

“Alright, let me just figure out how to open the door here…” he grumbles, trying to find a way to reach the door handle without setting you down.

“Ted, it’s okay. You can set me down—I can open my door,” you say softly.

“Nope. It’s my job to take care of you and keep you safe.”

“Well… I think you might need to put me down to be ‘safe,’” you smirk.

He sighs. “Alright, you might’ve got me there.”

Ever so carefully, he lowers you to the ground, his hand resting gently on your back as he ushers you into the passenger seat. He even manages to buckle your seatbelt for you. Not without giving you a quick kiss

▷ On the ride home, Ted reflects on how proud he is of you for getting through the procedure. He playfully teases about how you handled it like a champ and how he’s going to tell everyone how brave you were. His words are full of admiration, making you feel cherished.

▷ When you get home, Ted carefully helps you out of the car, making sure you don’t trip or stumble. He wraps an arm around you to keep you steady, guiding you inside and straight to the couch or bed, where he’s already prepared a cozy spot for you to rest.

▷ Ted is super thoughtful, having already set up a recovery space with everything you might need. He’s laid out blankets, pillows, and has the remote within arm’s reach. He’s also got your medications and a glass of water ready, so you don’t have to worry about a thing.

▷ Once you’re back home and resting, Ted sits quietly beside you, holding your hand or gently stroking your hair. Even if you’re too tired to talk, he stays with you, offering silent support and comfort just by being close.

▷ As you start to come around, Ted sits beside you, keeping the conversation light and soft. He talks about plans for when you’re feeling better, maybe a fun date or a small trip, to give you something to look forward to while you recover.

▷ At night, he insists on sleeping next to you, even if it means squishing into the bed with all the pillows and blankets you have piled up. He keeps an eye on you, waking up occasionally to make sure you’re still comfortable and not in any pain.

[alltaternotot]

The Recovery Plan | N. MacKinnon

Summary: Nathan and Y/N have a date planned, but a nasty cold gets in the way.

WC: 2K

CW: Sick fic! Bad communication, slight insecure reader, so the tiniest little bit of angst. Tooth rotting fluff, Nathan is a sweetheart. Confessions, swearing, lightly proofread. Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Hart trophy and best boyfriend award goes to this fella!

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You let your phone ring and ring, then go silent, the third call coming through and going to voicemail.

One thing everyone knows, you, his teammates, the media, basically the whole hockey-enjoying public, is that Nathan MacKinnon is a health nut. Like, twenty-four hours a day, never shuts off kind of health nut. In the few months you had been exclusive, he had maybe three cheat days, and had never seen you sick. So when you woke up with chills, a fever, a cough, and a head stuffed to the brim with pressure, you decided to let Nate’s calls go to voicemail and curl up in your cocoon of blankets.

He was leaving in a few days for a long, important road trip, and you were not going to be the reason Nate couldn’t play. A cold was absolutely unacceptable to pass along to him. No amount of phone ringing or anything else could convince you otherwise. You would just have to instacart some NyQuil and some soup and tough it out solo. You were not going to bother him with your issues when he had much more important things to be worrying about.

The problem was, today was Nate’s off day, and the original plan was to meet up at your favorite cafe for a light lunch, then take a trip to Red Rocks. There was absolutely no way that was happening now. You hoped he would just assume you were tired and make his own rain check of the date. You didn’t let the thoughts swirl too long before falling asleep.

Nathan was completely and utterly worried.

You had never blown him off like this, not once in your year-ish long friendship or your few months of dating. He knew you always had your phone on you, and there really wasn’t a good reason to not have it. He was calling from the cafe, now 15 minutes past your arranged meet time. After dialing you about five times, he dialed Miles Wood instead, who happened to live in the same complex as you.

“Hey Dogg,” Woody answered, “what’s up man?”

“Hey, um, have you seen Y/N? I’ve called her a bunch, we were supposed to meet up but she isn’t picking up the phone.” Nate explained, hearing a faint hmm on the other end.

“I haven’t. I’m a ways out from home otherwise I would go check for you. Maybe she forgot?” Woody offered, secretly hoping it wasn’t that because of the awkwardness that would ensue if that was the case.

“Ok, I’ll go check on her. Thanks Woody.” He said, and hung up the phone after their goodbyes.

He threw on a cap and his sunglasses, making sure he had all of his essentials before locking up and getting in the car. You had given him a spare key in case of anything, so it was going to be no problem getting in. He just hoped for the best, but still assumed the worst secretly. He had a nasty habit of doing so sometimes.

Once he arrived at your complex, admittedly speeding a little to get there, he found your car still parked in its reserved spot. That was slightly relieving. He basically skidded into the guest spot and hopped out, locking up quickly. He chose to take the stairs up to your floor, deeming it faster than waiting in the lobby for the elevator. Your door was locked, understandably, the irrational thoughts slowly leaving his anxious mind. He slid the key into the lock, twisting and opening the door softly to a dark apartment.

Not a single light was on, the only light coming in from the window in the living space. It was very, very quiet, unusual for the space when you were in it. He loved how you lit up every room you graced. Things were tidy and normal, so no crazy robbery and kidnapping. He roamed around, looking for a sign from you in the kitchen, the living space, and the balcony, finding nothing.

Finally, he came to your bedroom, slowly twisting the handle in case you were inside, he didn’t want to startle you if you were. He noticed the black out curtains drawn, the room completely dark save for your salt lamp in the corner. Your floor was messy, tissues littering the ground and stacked high in the trash can. Your phone was on the nightstand, plugged in face down. Your bed was an absolute mountain of blankets unlike anything he had ever seen, just a tuft of your tangled hair sticking out the top on the pillow.

“Oh, baby.” He muttered to himself, a pang of guilt washing over him.

Now he understood. His girl was sick and sleeping while he was definitely ringing her phone off the hook. He stepped closer, trying to find you under all of that fabric. Your head was poking out onto your pillows, hair a mess and cheeks blazing red. You had a crumpled tissue in your hand. He stuck his hand out, running the back along your forehead. You were roasting under there, but he could feel your body shivering from the chills. You stirred, but didn’t wake.

He quickly stood straight, leaving you with a quiet click of the door. He locked up, dashing back down to the car and speeding to the local Walgreens. He filled his basket with all sorts of cold and flu necessities: medicine, cough drops, peppermint tea, your favorite Gatorade, a few of those crackable instant cold compresses, and a thermometer. He hoped no one would stop him in here, wanting to be as fast as he could. Luckily it didn’t appear that anyone knew or cared that he was there, shouting a thanks over his shoulder.

The next stop was Whole Foods, so he could grab some chicken noodle soup that was remarkably close to how his own mother made hers, when Nathan or his sister were sick as children. He threw in a sandwich for him to eat later, an extra couple of your favorite drinks and a chocolate croissant for you when you were feeling up to it. He checked himself out, making his way back to your apartment as quickly as he could. He walked back in with everything, trying to be as quiet as possible. He quickly set up a little tray of soup, medicine, and gatorade. He heated up some water in your kettle and steeped a couple of the tea bags. He cracked the cold compress and wrapped it in a paper towel before making his way back to your room.

He set the tray down on your desk, walking over to your window to crack it under the curtains, airing out the stuffy, overheated space. He checked the thermometer, making sure it was calibrated and working. Now he could finally sit down on the edge of your bed, and start the Nathan MacKinnon recovery plan.

He placed the thermometer on your forehead, dragging it across and down, 102.2F flashing back at him when it stopped thinking with a beep. That made him worried, more than anything else. He grabbed the cold compress, resting it on your forehead so, so softly. You stirred again, this time waking up. The throbbing pressure in your head had only gotten worse, the pain now rattling your jaw and your teeth. You were sweating under all of those blankets, but so impossibly cold at the same time. You groaned in pain before rolling over into a heavy mass that was dipping your side of the bed. Nate’s hand found your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek in feathery dashes.

“N-Nate?” Your voice coming out hoarse and patchy. “No, no you need to get out of here.”

“I’m not going anywhere, babe. You need to break this fever.” He said, his hand sliding down to brush over your shoulders.

“No, you can’t get sick because of me. You have so much to worry about right now, I’ll be fine.” You insisted, watching his face slide into a sad frown through sleepy, delirious vision. “I’m just gonna instacart s-some meds. Go home before you catch this.”

“I beat you to it already. I’m not leaving so you can stop trying to convince me.” He crouched down, “do you think you can sit up to take something?”

You nodded, gingerly sitting up, trying to keep the pain from getting any worse. The blankets slid down as you sat up against the head board, now noticing that you had slept until 3:30pm. You guys would have been enjoying the beauty of Red Rocks by now. Nate grabbed the tray of goodies from your desk, setting it down gently. He popped the two gel caps out of the package, silently asking for your hand before unscrewing the cap to the Gatorade.

“We need to keep you hydrated, so keep taking sips of that,” he mentioned, watching you weakly swallow the cold medicine. “I hope you like chicken noodle soup, it’s very good.”

He picked up the spoon, taking some and guided it to your lips, letting you take a few bites. It definitely helped to settle your stomach, but chewing was painful. You honestly had no strength for more than half of the little bowl of soup, so Nate picked it up and returned it to the desk, placing the Gatorade next to you again. This time, Nate rounded the bed, climbing in and grabbing the remote, earning little hoarse nonononono’s from you.

He didn’t listen, of course, just adjusting so your head was resting in his lap, pulling a couple of the endless blankets up over your shoulder. He laid his hand gently over the cold compress, keeping it in place, while he picked an easy watch kind of show. Finally he sent a text to Woody, letting him know you were ok and that they were going to have a sleepy day in. His hand found your head, dragging his fingers through the tangles so you wouldn’t have to brush a huge birds nest out of your hair when you were back on your feet.

“Nate, please go, I can’t even imagine getting you sick. You guys have h-hard division rival teams coming up, they need you more than-“ you tried to reason.

“I told you already that I’m not leaving. Your fever was pretty high, and you needed to eat and drink something. I’m here to support you, whatever that looks like, and today it looks like this.” He explained, calmly and softly like it was the easiest decision he had ever made, “plus, I’ve been with you the last two days, slept here, and I haven’t gotten sick. And if I do get sick, I’ll figure it out with the staff. I’ve done it before.”

“I ruined the whole day, and my body hurts, and I don’t want you to have to deal with me right now.” You said, your eyes beginning to mist up with frustrated tears, “please, I promise I can deal with it.”

He realized you had begun to cry softly, a couple of tears dripping onto his shorts, “oh baby, you didn’t ruin anything!” He turned your body so you were laying face up, his hands coming to brush away your tears, “Also, I’m not dealing with you, I want to be there for you when you’re struggling. I don’t want you to handle it by yourself. This is just what you do when you love someone.” He rambled, the words coming out quicker than he could think.

He… loves you?

That’s the first time either of you had said it. He had planned to take you on a nice date, give you flowers, wine and dine the hell out of you, before finally telling you he loved you. Of course he knew he loved you, so he gave up the momentary wave of apprehension and went with it. No time like the present, even if that present was stuck in bed with a brutal cold.

“You love me?” You asked, choking on the words a little bit.

“Yeah, I do.” He said, looking deep into your eyes for any sign of rejection, “and I want you to be ok, so rest. We can talk about it more when you’re ready to.”

You turned back towards the tv again, Nate grabbing the cold compress to put back on your head. You close your eyes, feeling sleep call you. Nate returned to carding his fingers through your hair, keeping a slow and steady pace. Every once in a while he would run the compress over your neck and shoulders, trying to cool your burning body. The meds were already helping to bring the fever down. He could feel your breath begin to even out against his leg.

“Nate?” You asked, almost too quiet to be heard.

“Hmm?” He hummed, leaning down to hear you better.

“I love you too.” You admitted, feeling his lips press into your head before sleep overtook you again.

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:)

[its-time-to-write]

Jamie tartt asking you to go on his brand trip (the one he asked Keeley on in the finale)

Thanks for being my first request! Hope ya like it <3

don’t make this any harder

It is almost the end of the football season, and all AFC Richmond can talk about are their plans once they get a break. You’re excited because it means you get more time with Jamie. You’ve been dating for about four months now, and it’s been weird. Good weird, not bad weird. Sometimes it’s just funny to you that Jamie took one look at you in that coffee shop and decided yep, that’s the one I’m going for. Honestly, you were a little surprised when someone had plunked a cinnamon latte on your small table, and even more surprised to look up and see that someone had some of the most gorgeous eyes you had ever seen. 

I’m Jamie, he had said. What’s your name?

And the rest is history.

This is the first time you feel like you are having fun in a relationship. Jamie has a way of getting you to loosen up and laugh for what feels like the first time in ages. After the first two weeks of dating, he starts to sneak into your flat through the window, so your flatmate won’t hear. A week after that, you go to your first Richmond game, wearing a number 9 with the name Tartt emblazoned across the back. 

Jamie has the idea early on to try to synchronize your lunch breaks, so you start having lunch together almost every day. It’s nice. 

It’s nice to want and to be wanted.

On paper, it looks like you see Jamie a lot, but you really don’t.

“Once football season’s over, we’ll have time, yeah?” he says.

You nod and count the days.

—

The season ends in three days, and you and Jamie are sitting on a bench while he eats whatever weird protein-based meal he has and you sip soup out of a thermos through a straw.

“I’m just saying it’s weird, babe,” Jamie says.

“Oh really, how is it any weirder than insisting on eating any kind of egg with a spoon?” you reply.

“Oi, I told you that in private!”

You both dissolve into laughter and once it fades, Jamie looks strangely pensive. You give him a gentle nudge on his shoulder. “Hey. What’s up?”

Jamie half turns to look at you with that pensive expression. “Eh, it’s nothin. Don’t worry about it.”

You raise your eyebrow at him and Jamie sighs. “Wish you wouldn’t do that, makes me feel insecure about me own lack of eyebrow control.” 

This makes you laugh again, but you’re not about to let him deflect that easily. You reach up with your thumbs to smooth his eyebrows. “C’mon Jamie, out with it. What’s on your mind?”

He’s still looking at you as he starts to speak, thinks better of it, then starts again.

“Babe,” he begins, taking your hand, “do you- I mean, you don’t have to, it’s super lame and like probably bad, so it won’t hurt my feelings if you say no- but do you want to come over for dinner on Saturday? I’ll like cook for ya and you don’t have to bring anything, but I thought it would be nice because now I actually have time to cook and I haven’t in ages, and like I said if you don’t want to, I get it, and-” he probably could have kept rambling on but you stop him.

“Jamie,” you smile, “I would love to! Why did that make you so nervous to ask?”

He shrugs. “I dunno, I guess- I mean, besides Keeley you’re kind of my first real relationship and I don’t want to fuck it up or scare you off.”

Oh. You let that process in your head for a moment as you squeeze his hand.

After a moment you say, “I’m not scared by your egg-eating habits and you’re not scared of my eyebrow muscles, so I think we’re going to be ok.”

Jamie pulls you close to him for a kiss, which is interrupted by an alarm on his phone. You both groan. Time to go back to work.

—

The rest of the week flies by and before you know it, you’re standing in front of Jamie’s door holding a bottle of wine. He said not to bring anything, but it gives you something to do with your hands and Richard has been begging you to let him explain wine for weeks now, so you figured you might as well. The weather is warm, so you’re wearing your favorite linen dress. It’s held together by a single wraparound tie on the side, easy to get on. And off. Odds are good that it will end up in a ball on Jamie’s floor before you have to go home.

You’ve barely knocked before the door swings open to reveal a smiling, nicely dressed Jamie.

“Hi,” you smile back.

He slips his arms around your waist and kisses you before saying, “C’mon in!” 

“You didn’t have to bring anythin,” he continues, holding open the door.

You shrug. “You know how Richard gets.”

Jamie huffs out a laugh and you follow him to the kitchen. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but it certainly was not this. This boy is making his own pizza and has set out the most impressive spread of toppings that you’ve ever seen. It looks and smells amazing.

“Jamie,” you say, still gaping at it all, “where on earth did you learn to do this?”

He looks up from rolling out a flat circle of dough, “Hm? Oh, eh I dunno. I like cooking and I like pizza, and you like pizza, and I’ve been making this recipe since like fuckin’ forever so I thought I’d just stick with an old classic. D’you mind stirring that?” He points to a pot on the stove with a wooden spoon poking out.

You literally have no words as you walk over and peer in.

“Jamie. Did you make this sauce?” you ask incredulously.

Jamie slaps his pizza dough with finality and leans up against the counter next to you, away from the flame.

“Uh yeah, I did,” he replies, scratching his neck. “Don’t overstir.”

You put down the spoon. “Jaim. How am I just now finding out about this. You’re pretty as hell, fantastic at football, and you cook?”

Jamie grins. “You think I’m pretty?”

You roll your eyes. “That’s what you got from this, you nerd?”

His hands have made their way to your waist again.

“Nice dress,” he says as he fiddles with the tie. “Got some good ideas for it later.”

You roll your eyes again, unable to suppress a grin. “Come here,” you say, pulling on his gold chain to get his lips at the right angle.

—

You’re halfway through dinner when Jamie has started to look pensive again. He denies it at first so you leave it, but after three more bites of your pizza he says, “Hey.”

You look up at him expectantly.

“I wasn’t, I mean I’m not- this wasn’t what I wanted to ask you,” he rushes out.

You tilt your head, still waiting.

“You know how we wanted to spend more time together this summer? Well, Nike have a branding thing for me in Brazil.”

You set down your slice and let out a soft “oh.”

“Yeah.” Jamie says. “So what d’you think?” Now he’s looking at you expectantly, and a little hesitant. You understand his nervousness now because you’re feeling it too. Four months is not a very long time to be together, and Brazil is a beautiful place with beautiful people. You can do a lot in Brazil.

You study your wine glass. “How long will you be gone?”

“Well, the shoot’s not that long, but I’ll probably be there a month. Nike’s paying for the whole thing, hotel, some of the meals, whatever. Flight’s next week. It’s mad.”

You nod. Jamie’s still looking at you.

Your mouth has gone dry. You’ll handle this with grace and at least you’ll go out on a good note with the best meal you’ve ever had. 

You’re still looking intently at the wine glass but you rip your eyes away and force yourself to look at Jamie.

“That’s great Jaim- Jamie. I’m happy for you. This is a big deal, and I’m sure you’ll love Brazil.”

Jamie’s face transforms into a look of relief as you speak.

“That’s great, yeah, I mean, I didn’t know what you’d think because obviously we talked about being together this summer and y’know, people say one thing but mean another, so I wasn’t sure, but that’s great!”

This boy and nervous rambling. He could give Ted a run for his money.

You force a smile, eyes on your plate now. You feel like all your energy has been drained from you in one fell swoop, while across from you Jamie is smiling like he won the lottery.

Is he really that excited to break things off with you?

He’s talking again so you do your best to focus on what he’s saying. 

“-And I was thinking we could go to this beach Keeley was telling me about and obviously we have to try all the food because granddad won’t be around to fuckin boss me around-”

What?

“Jamie,” you interrupt, “what?”

Jamie looks at you, confused. “What?”

“What are you talking about?”

Jamie looks at you like you’re mental. “I’m talkin’ about Brazil? The trip we’re goin’ on next week?”

Things are starting to click into place. You reach across the table and put your hand on top of his to steady yourself.

“You’re taking me on your brand deal?”

Now Jamie is really looking at you like you’ve gone mad. “That’s what I just asked ya. What are you on about?”

You stare at him for a moment then slowly say. “I thought you were breaking up with me so you could sleep with hot people in Brazil.”

Jamie stares back incredulously. “Why the fuck would you think that?”

You throw your hands in the air. “You were so nervous to talk to me! You said you were going to Brazil! That’s what people do! They get nervous to break up so they use some big trip to make it seem easier! And you’re you and you’re young, hot, and famous, so why would you be dragging me around with you?”

“You think I’m hot?”

You’re going to throttle him. “You know I think you’re hot, I’ve let you see me naked. Can we please stay on topic?”

Jamie chuckles at that.

“Look, I was nervous ‘cause you’re like, really fit. But it’s like, you’re also fit mentally? And I don’t get a lot of girls like that who also like me back. And Nike’s only paying for one room so… there’s that.”

He’s blushing a lot for someone who has been caught hopping out of your window at 3am.

Your head is in your hands now. Jamie gets up from his seat and pulls you up from your chair into his arms.

“Babe,” he says into your hair, “will you come to Brazil with me for a month while we fuck around like the hot couple that we are?”

You nod into his chest then lift your head to look at his face. He’s smiling at you. “I’m a dumbass,” you say.

His smile grows as he strokes your cheek.

“Yeah, but you’re my dumbass,” he says as he reaches for that tie on the side of your dress.

[mollycabot]

Alex Cabot X Reader Cold sucks

A/N got this idea cause I’ve got a cold that I can’t shake off, so here’s an Alex Cabot comfort one shot, also sorry it’s a short one I’m feeling very tried myself lol and want some sleep maybe we shall see 😂

Alex Cabot and Y/N usually get home around the same time most evenings however Alex got a text earlier on in the day from Y/N she home early but didn’t state why. So Alex decided after court to take her paperwork home so she can get out early.

Once she arrived at her and Y/N’s shared apartment she pushed open the door and walked straight to the kitchen and placed her files and briefcase on the kitchen island and then put her coat and shoes away.

Alex frowned as she walked into the living and not seeing Y/N who would usually be downstairs reading or playing the play station.

Alex decided to check the bedroom and found Y/N warped in a blanket and the bedside table litter with tissues. “Oh honey” Alex said quietly and went to wake Y/N Up with a gentle shake “Y/N my love I’m home” she said and Y/N rolled over to face her lover.

“Hey Lexi” Y/N said in a quiet voice who sounded like she was full of cold “you feeling ok my love?” Alex asked as Y/N shook her head “I think my cold has gone worse” Y/N said and Alex rubbed her back.

“Aww my poor baby you need anything?” Alex asked and Y/N spoke softly “yeh please could I have some more water and tissues please and something for my head it hurts” Y/N said and Alex nodded getting some bits from the kitchen.

One Alex collected the stuff she decided to put the flies in her office for an other day as now Y/N is her top priority.

“Here you go my love” Alex said placing the try on the bedside table and Y/N got up to grab it but then she was hit with a sneezing fit and couldn’t stop sneezing.

Once it eventually passed Alex rubbed Y/N’s back and told her to take a min and catch her breath and then handed over the water.

“Here baby got you some pain meds for your headache” Alex said handing them over to Y/N who took them with no complaints as she wanted some a relief.

“Thank you my love” Y/N said to Alex who gently kissed Y/N’s forehead and frowned “baby your burning up a little” Alex said getting up and getting a clod wash cloth to place on Y/N’s forehead. Once the meds kicked in and Y/N was more relaxed and felt like she could breathe a tiny bit better she started to get sleepy.

“Go to sleep love I’m just going to get myself ready for bed then I’ll come and join you” Alex said walking into the bathroom.

A little while later Alex came out and climbed into bed “feeling any better my love?” Alex asked and Y/N nodded “I’m now your here Lexi” Y/N said and snuggled into Alex who held her girlfriend close to her and kissed her head “I’m happy to be back and cuddling you to Y/N” Alex said quietly who also settled down to go to sleep and after a few cuddles they both where out like lights.

Next day Alex was the first to wake and she decided to leave Y/N to sleep a little while longer as she phoned the DA’s office and Y/N’s workplace to say she won’t be coming in and that Y/N won’t ether and that they need Casey to cover for her. And once Alex had done that she decided to make some chicken soup for Y/N.

After she was done making the soup she took it up to Y/N and helped her sit up “here sweetheart made you some chicken soup and got some more meds” Alex said helping her girlfriend to do so.

“Thanks love for taking such good care of me” Y/N said and later on as Y/N had lightened up and has some more energy Alex and Y/N were sat on the couch cuddle up with Y/N playing Minecraft and chilling with her head in Alex’s lap as Alex was going over some files and they both knew the day off will be a relaxing one even if Y/N was still sick.

[sky-scribbles]

The draft of a letter, found on a desk in the Veil Jumper camp

Rook,

Irelin keeps telling me, ‘Just write to Rook, Strife! It won’t kill you! It doesn’t have to be long!’ So here’s a letter. (That sounds like I’m only writing to make her happy. No.)

Irelin says I should update you on how things are here. The short version: forest still weird, map still gone. (No.)

Heard you killed some dragons and got yourself a Fade house. Good work. (OK. Better.)

Things are under control in Arlathan. It’s been rough without you sometimes, because all kinds of dormant artefacts have woken up, and there are all kinds of wards and codes we need to decipher and we don’t have our best translator anymore. (That sounds like I’m blaming them for going to save the world. No.)

There aren’t many with a way with languages like yours. We’re fine, but we notice that you’re not here. (This makes it sound like you only want them around because they’re useful. Worse.)

I miss having you around, all right? I swear the new Jumpers get more reckless every day. I liked having someone I could rely on. Someone patient and steady. At least, I thought you were until you went running off to get yourself killed

Look, it was never really about the damn map. Everything was going wrong, and I thought we were about to lose a bunch of our people. I didn’t want you to be one of them. I didn’t want my friend to be one of them. And when you didn’t listen and went charging into danger – I thought you were gone. And, yeah, I was mad.

I don’t know. It was easier to be angry about the map than admit I was scared of losing my friend. (Ugh. But true.)

You’ve been avoiding me a lot since you came back. I get it. I shouted a lot. Maybe I left you feeling like I didn’t want you as a Veil Jumper, or a friend. Can’t help but think that maybe… maybe you left with those dwarves to see if I’d try to stop you. If I’d ask you to stay.

Sorry.

If it wasn’t clear: I’ll always want you as one of us, if we don’t get eaten by dragons before this is over. What happened with the map was a mess, but I guess I’m glad it happened, because from what I can tell… you’re doing well out there. You seem happier than anyone fighting a pair of gods has a right to be. Bellara says Someone told me you’re dating the tall human with all the bones. Good for you. I would too, he’s sweet.

You deserve to give yourself something. You were never any good at that.

Anyway. Next time you come around… let’s make soup and go sit out on the wall and spot birds. Like old times.

Dareth shiral, lethallen.

(Hold on. How the fuck do you get a letter to a Fade house?)

[haikyuu-x-male-reader]

Writer note: HELP IM SHITTING FROM HOW NERVOUS I AM TO WRITE THIS

-Hinata dating you for the first time

Headcanons

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-Honestly he would be so nervous THIS MAN WOULD BE SWEATING BULLETS

-at first he would be blushing ALOT while talking to you, even stuttering like CRAZY

-but the more time you guys spend time with eachother (dates,sleepovers,etc) he would be actually calm with you…well..still being madly in love aswell <3

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-I feel like he would love cuddles, especially if Yall are watching a movie (if it’s a scary one expect him to cling onto you for dear life)

but he absolutely LOVES cuddling in bed

Plus it’s comfy and warmer there too :)

AND THE BEST PART IS THAT YOUR THERE WITH HIM

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ok this one should be obvious

If you are a volleyball player like him he is gonna jumping with joy man

Expect him to always ask to practice with you

And if ur a setter too. Literally the icing on the cake

“[reader name] hey can you set for me again pleaseeee!”

“[reader name], [reader name]!!! You looked so amazing on the court!!”

this man loves you to DEATH 😭

If you ever text him

“Hey im feeling Sick but I’m resting so I’ll be fine 👍🏽”

You must be crazy to think he just gonna let you take care of yourself sick

As soon as he sees that text he’s already looking for medicine and attempting to make soup for you

And just to make you feel better hes gonna risk getting sick just to cuddle with you :((

I mean who wants to be sick and alone?

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Praying that I am writing this ok🙏🏽

[nsfw]

Everytime before you guys do anything he always makes sure your ok with it, you also do the same

Consent is good guys‼️👍🏽

I feel like shoyo would like to switch from being the bottom then being a top

But he mostly likes it when you are the top :)

He likes it when you squeeze his waist when he rides you, for some reason it gets him excited

It also lets him know he’s doing good <3

Now when HES on top he likes when you scratch his back

Sure it stings a little but who cares?

And he likes to gives hickeys on your body and if you do it to him back…good luck

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When ur breaking his back

(Ofcourse not literally lol)

This man will try his best to not any make noise

He sometimes fails at it but he can’t handle it :(

So expect to hear like he’s out of breath and hear a mix between of him moaning and panting

He WILL be gripping on the sheets for dear life

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I’m sorry if this was short it’s like 2:50 am as I’m writing this🙏🏽

I hope you enjoyed ^_^

[piplup335]

Valk x reader fluff (reader is sick)

HEYA, FELLAS!!! :D

sadly i fell sick lol

I stayed @ home for the past 2 days, but now im ok (somewhat) AYYYYYYY

during those 2 days i felt demotivated af and stuff so i wrote this for myself ;-; sry, I’ll get back to cooking ASAP!

…then again tumblr lacks valk content 😭

short bc no energy lololol-

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Valk pushed open the door to your apartment.

"(Y/n)? Are you home, my love?"

After a long day at Crossroads being a commentator for different phights, Valk was exhausted. Usually, you would be by his side to comfort him and show him affection, but today was different. You didn't even show up for any matches, which was odd since you were also a phighter.

What confused the poor male more was the fact that you didn't even give him a heads-up, like you usually would if you didn't show up.

All the lights in your house were switched off, except for one.

The light in your bedroom.

Valk peeped in. "(Y/n)...?"

Groaning, you flipped on your back to glance at Valk's concerned expression.

"Valk...?"

Valk's pastel yellow eyes met yours, his concern evident in his eyes.

"(Y/n)? Are you okay? You don't look so well..."

Your throat hurt like hell, but you managed to croak out a short phrase.

"...sore...throat...nothing to worry about..."

Despite your words, Valk was still concerned for your well-being.

Were you okay? Was your sore throat bothering you? Was there anything he could do to help?

"Do you need anything, love?"

You shook your head. Valk thought for a while and made you some of your favourite soup.

"Drink this...it'll help soothe your throat."

Valk scooped up some soup and brought it to your mouth.

"Open up, dear...it's good for you."

You complied, and Valk spoon-fed you some soup.

He kept repeating the process until the bowl was empty.

"Feeling better, my love?"

You nodded and yawned. The soup gave you a warm feeling inside your chest, the medicine made you feel sleepy...plus, your bed felt so comfortable, like a cloud you could lie on to escape all your current pains...

Valk noticed your lethargy and patted you on the head.

"Tired, dear?"

Nodding your head, you lay down on your soft pillow.

Valk brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

"Please take care, my beloved..."

He gently ran his fingers through your hair, soothing you to sleep. When you finally fell asleep, Valk planted a soft kiss on your forehead before switching off the lights and walking to the door.

Before walking out, however, he said one thing- one thing that you could almost hear in your dreams.

"I love you, (Y/n)...please take care."

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and that’s another fic done! hopefully I fed some of yall at least ;-;

next fic may come out in a week or so bc I need to speedrun some projects, take care guys! :D

[creative-heart]

hello ! i didn’t know that you were taking requests omg i would have spam you sooner. i don’t know if you have seen enzo’s last ig story in snow but ommmg if you could write a fluffy request based on that story

like reader wakes up and she doesn’t find him, she just found a little note that he went walking into the forest so she goes back to sleep and when she wakes up after, she opens her insta and found his ig story. immediately she tells him to come back in their apartment bc she’s terribly afraid he might get lost in the snow or catch a big cold

he’s like no never im strong and i survived lsdln lmfao but when he comes back even though he doesn’t want to admit it, he’s completely frozen and he starts to sneeze and he’s starting to be really sick so reader has to pamper him 🥺🥺 warm a hot bath for him, prepare a soup or a tea, put him in bed.

like i just imagine them being in bed after he supplied her to stay in bed and reader telling him next time stop playing enzo the snow king bc look at you right now baby you have fever and you’re hiding inside my sweater 😭 and him still doesn’t want to admit that he took a big risk for his health, being like « who told u i’m not faking being sick just to sleep under you pullover next to your/my ��� » 🤭🤭

okay my imagination might be too big lol

Lucia’s Notes: I love this request dear nonnie, because I feel like he’d be like a little boy when sick. I hope you enjoy this little drabble.

Content Warning: I don’t think there are any warnings, this is just fluff.

Word Count: 690

"Winter's warmth"| Enzo Vogrincic

You wake up when the lack of Enzo’s warm body against yours hits you like a ton of bricks and turn around looking for him curling more into the blankets to shield yourself from the cold of the outside world. As you look around you find a little note on his bedside table and grab it to read it “Morning honey, woke up early and decided to take a stroll around the woods, love you xo. En” You look out the window and see the clouded snowy picture burying yourself back into your blankets and going back to sleep.

An hour or so later, you finally open your eyes and grab your phone to start roaming all the social media and messages you might have missed. When you finally fall onto Instagram Enzo’s story is the first one up there, you click on it to see what your fugitive boyfriend’s been up to while you slept in. One look at his snow-covered hair is enough to make you shoot up on the bed sitting up hastily calling this crazy man you call yours. As soon as you hear the click on the line of the call being picked up you say “Enzo Vogrincic Roldan, what the fuck are you doing out there with this snowstorm!? You’re gonna get sick, you could get lost even!” the tone of your voice rising in alarm at the thought of your boyfriend wandering too far from the apartment you rented for your holiday and not being able to find his way back safely. 

You hear his low melodious lazy laugh on the other end of the call “Good morning to you too chiquita, don’t worry about it, I’m not far and I’ve figured out how to get back, and as to getting sick, I would never, I survived filming La sociedad, remember? I’m immune to cold” You roll your eyes at his stupid bravado “Don’t roll your eyes baby, I’m fine, I’ll be there soon with some pastries for breakfast, you get some coffee started, will you?” you sigh getting up “just come back love”. As you hang up you get up putting on one of his sweaters that are just lying around the room before heading to the kitchen smiling at the fireplace in the living room. Just as you’re pouring the mugs of hot coffee Enzo walks into the apartment ruffling the snow off his long raven-colored locks and trying to muffle a sneeze so you won’t hear it. You shoot around as he’s failed to conceal it from you. “I’m just fine babe, don’t look at me like that” Enzo retorts to your arched brow.

Later on that day you can see him shivering and sneezing more frequently and look at him “Ok, that’s it, you’re coming down with a cold love, I’ll draw you a warm bath and make you some tea with honey for when you get out” And he knows by the look on your face to better not argue it and nods softly “thank you love”. 

Once he’s out of the bath and you’re both cuddled in bed with your tea mugs as you play with his unruly locks absentmindedly you whisper “Now, could you stop playing Enzo king in the north and not go out in the snow next time? look how you’re feeling now, you have a fever, you’re even hiding in my sweater like a little kitten” you kiss his forehead to check if the paracetamol you gave him has started working yet. He shoots his face up to look at you, glossy eyes trying to look offended by what you said, “But I’m not sick baby, I just enjoy cuddling my girlfriend and snuggling away on my…sorry, your boobs”. You laugh at his silly statement and nod softly “I’m sure that’s it baby”. You keep playing with his hair seeing him slowly drift off to sleep as you admire his peaceful features tracing his nose lightly with your finger and smiling to yourself wondering how you ever got so lucky to get to share your life with a man such as this.

P.S: This was just adorable to write, I had the silliest smile on the whole time. I really hope you enjoyed it.

Taglist: @madame-fear @cyliarys-starlight @luceracastro @castawaycherry @lastflowrr @espinasrubi @koiibiito @candycanes19 @nperoconelcositoarriba @lxdyred @deepinsideyourbeing

[kfkr1ze]

Escape from S - Chapter 1

Characters — ✈︎ Renga, Ten

Location: Cheap Izakaya

Izakaya Waiter: Apologies for the wait, here are your drinks. I’ll be taking away the old glasses!

Ten: Yup, thanks.

Renga: It seriously tastes so good… The combo of the cold sake and the hot Atka mackerel… I can’t stop keep my chopsticks still.

Ten: Please drink in moderation. The Pres will chew me out if you get drunk this time.

Renga: I get it, I get it, I won’t get dryunk. I’ll make sure to protect your livyer, Ten…

Ten: Yeah, it’s about time for some water. Here.

Renga: Ngu…

Ten: Y’know, the Akta mackerel really is better here than anywhere else. They’re soft and packed full of flavor.

Renga: I never had anything like it!

…But, I really wanted to eat it in a prettier way. I always end up making a mess out of things.

I know I have to remove the spine already, but I’m just not good at it.

Ten, you seem to know how to eat well.

Ten: Well, I am the son of a sushi chef.

(ーーAnd I’ve had plenty of experience taking out “spines”.)

It doesn’t really matter how it looks. As long as it tastes good, it’s fine, right?

Renga:  Y-Yeah, right!

This sake’s also good…! Thank you for taking me to such an amazing restaurant!

Ten: No prob.

Renga: The thing I really love from this store is this. The point card!

Ten: Aah, this is…

Having something in paper form like this is rare nowadays huh.

Renga: The more times you come here, the higher ranking fish you get stamped on the card! There’s something exciting about it!

I didn’t even know some fish have different names when they get bigger.

Ten: They’re like promotional fish.

Renga: I have 3 left until I move up to a Tsubasu yellowtail! And then like ten more after that…? Let’s go here a lot so we can be Buri yellowtails, Ten! Let’s aim to be Buri yellowtails!

Ten:  Congrats～.

Renga: Congrats…? We always come here together, so you should be the same ranking as me Ten?

Ten: Nah, I lost the card. Accidentally.

Renga: Again!? The last time you said that, we came and asked for a new card with the same ranking as before though!?

I guess I have no choice. I’ll just request a new one for you!

Girl with a strong Gyaru vibe: I feel like I just heard a familiar voice.

Girl with neat black hair: If it isn’t Ten! What are you doing here?

Renga: Eh? Who’re they? Do you know them?

Ten: Aah… We kinda know each other from the past.

Renga: ??

Ten: They’re my ex-girlfriends.

Renga: Ex-girlfriends!? Both of them!?

Ten: Yeah yeah. Back when we were freshies in college, I stayed with them for a while.

Uh… You’re the one that likes the fish soup I make, and…

Ex-girlfriend with a strong Gyaru vibe: …! You remembered? It was super good to have that after I came back from my Gyara drinking party![1]

Ten: (I’ve actually made that soup for multiple women though.)

And you are… the girl who focuses on her natural beauty and drinks a lot of smoothies in the morning. The one who likes afternoon tea activities.

Ex-girlfriend with neat black hair: I have a bunch of a cafes I’ve been wanting to go to together with Ten. If we don’t, I won’t have anything to post to dazzle.

Ten: (Oh. I vaguely remembered, but I didn’t really expect to be right. I have a really good memory, huh?)

Renga: H-Huhh… You’re on good terms even with your ex-girlfriends…!

Ten: My bad, did you guys happen to contact me? I’ve been super busy so I haven’t been checking PeChat. I’ll check it later.

Ex-girlfriend with neat black hair: Uu… Just as I thought, his face is… the best…

Ex-girlfriend with a strong Gyaru vibe: OK, we’ll wait for you…

Not! Did you really think I’d say that!?!?  You’re the one who said “Thanks for the drink. Should I pick you up?”! You sent the last message!

Ten: Huhh? Is that so?

Ex-girlfriend with neat black hair: Ehh～? When Ten can’t come to pick me up, he always tells me it’s because he’s working on reports and he has to focus on his studies, so shouldn’t we be more considerate of him?

Renga: (I’ve never seen Ten work on reports or focus on studying though…?)

Ex-girlfriend with a strong Gyaru vibe: What’s with that? I never heard anything like that myself.

Ex-girlfriend with neat black hair: Huh, I guess he just felt like he couldn’t confide in you whenever he has issues then?

Ex-girlfriend with a strong Gyaru vibe: Hah? What? Are you trying to pick a fight!?

Ex-girlfriend with neat black hair: You’re the one who started it with the whole “Should I pick you up?” message from Ten though!?

Renga: E-Excyuse me…

(T-This feels kinda bad! If things stay like this, I’m sure they’ll explode on each other…!)

(I’ll help him out… as Ten’s… f-friend…!)

Hey, calm down you two! Why don’t we just talk about this first…!

Ex-girlfriend with neat black hair: Now that I think about it, isn’t this just Ten’s fault for not being unreliable!?

Ex-girlfriend with a strong Gyaru vibe: Right!? He only shows up when it’s convenient for him!!

The Ex-girlfriends: You think so too, right!?

Renga: Hgyah!?

Renga: T-Ten…! It might be best if you should say somethiーー

He left!?

The Ex-girlfriends: TEN～～～～!!!!

Ten: … Phew, that was good…

Location: Back Alley

Ten: (It kinda got complicated at the end, but smoking after I finish working is the best～)

Now then, what should I do?

(The “drinking with friends” job finished quicker than I expected, so I probably have some time to do a quick one time job for some cash. In that case…)

…Ah.

Ten: (It’s the point card from the Izakaya.)

…I thought I threw this away, but I guess it was in my pocket the whole time. It makes my wallet bulky.

Ten: Alright then, bye bye～

Masterlist — ✈︎ Next

Notes — ✈︎

Gyara drinking is when the host, typically a man, of the party pays its participants, typically girls, to drink

[used-to-love-her-06]

So What, Who Cares?

author’s note: my first request! i’m not entirely used to writing fluff, but it was really sweet and kind of made me wish i was sick so i could get taken care of…it was requested by a mutual of mine (it was NOT anon despite the ask being anon, i know who you are and it’s perfectly ok!) who wrote me a susan and duff threesome fic so i hope it is a good enough gift to return the favor. also this is really sweet, did i mention that? i also titled this after something my 12 grade english teacher used to say all the time to get us to elaborate more in our essays, i felt like this would be something slash would say too but not about timed essays on hockey novels LMAOOOO

summary: date failed successfully…?

contains: slash x f!reader, fluff, comfort, sick!reader, cuddles, reader being taken care of, F!POV, nausea/vomit TW (no one actually does it, it’s just a mention)

story under the cut! word count: 1,153

I woke up early again. It was five in the morning, I didn’t even have anything to do until six pm when I was supposed to go out to dinner with my boyfriend. Normally I wake up this early because I’m excited to see him, to the point where my adrenaline is so high it wakes me up long before I’m supposed to even get ready for our dates. This time, however, I only woke up to my left nostril being clogged, my head pounding, and a puddle of sweat on my pillow and surrounding my body. Hopefully, I could still go on that date tonight. It’ll be the first time we’ve seen each other in a week. I laid in bed, staring at the wall right in front of me as I contemplated my plans for the rest of the day, that is, until I fell back asleep. I woke up again at 1pm. My head was still hurting, I was no longer sweating, and my right nostril was now clogged instead. I figured I’d have to at least attempt to live like normal before cancelling. I winced at the thought. I fought with the aches in my body to get out of bed, sitting up was a challenge. I only got to the floor when I heard my phone ringing from the dining room. Groggily, I walked, and then crawled, to the phone and leaned against a chair as I answered it. “Hello…?” I asked. Then I heard a concerned voice on the phone back. “Love, are you alright? You sound like the depths of hell.” Slash said. I groaned once I realized it was him, not because I hated him, but because I’d have to tell him our date was off for tonight. “I’m fine, really…” I then sneezed and coughed. “That doesn’t sound like you’re fine. You’re sick, aren’t you?” I felt tears forming in my eyes, was he really mad at me? “Y-yeah…I’m sorry…really sorry…” “Don’t be. You can’t control that. How about I come over instead of going out tonight, hm?” There was a hint of urgency in his voice. “You’ll get sick too. I don’t want you coming over and getting sick because of me. We can stay on the phone…” “Nope. I don’t care if I get sick, I need to see you. I’ll be there in 20 whether you like it or not. Love you.” Before I could tell him I loved him as well, he hung up the phone. I also hung up the phone, and sat down on the couch, waiting for him to arrive. I knew I couldn’t eat anything, I had fierce nausea and knew as soon as I tried to eat my usual breakfast, I’d vomit.

Just as he said, Slash knocked on my door twenty minutes after our phone call ended. I got up from my seat on the couch, walking up to the door. I unlocked it and immediately fell into his arms, already about to cry again. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here now. Let’s get you back inside.” He shut the door behind him and lead me to my couch and sat me down on it. He was standing in front of me, a blanket in his hand along with a basket filled with who knows what. Slash wrapped the blanket around me and set the basket down. I smiled up at him. He kissed me briefly before taking my face in his hands. “I’m gonna make you some soup, you stay there and pick something from the tapes to watch, alright?” I nodded in response, blushing up at him, though I was weary of him cooking. He was bound to burn something whether it be on accident or on purpose. I reach into the basket and notice he brought a few tapes over. He brought a couple of slasher films with him, and I closed my eyes shut. Watching one of those in my current state would definitely not be ideal to say the very least. Slash took notice as he was taking the soup out of the can and into a bowl and laughed. “What, you don’t like my movie choices?” His smile and his laugh were almost enough to stop the sniffles, and I already felt my fever going down just from looking at him. I even felt bad for not wanting to watch them with him, he was just too intoxicating to resist. At that moment, I found a Cinderella tape. It was uncharacteristic for him, at least that’s what I thought. I held it up and pointed towards the tape. “You wanna watch that?” I nodded back before getting up and trying to put the tape into the player, but my body was too weak to move. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll get it when I give you your food. You just sit your pretty self down and don’t worry about a thing.” A sigh escaped my lips as I closed my eyes. He was right, I should just sit down and let myself be taken care of, but there was still part of me that wanted to get up and move around. I still sat down regardless, imagining Slash wrapped around me as I almost fell asleep.

That was when he sat down right next to me. The blanket was wrapping around the both of us, and my eyes fluttered to the smell of tomatoes. He didn’t burn anything, it came out just right. “You probably shouldn’t be in the blanket with me. You’ll get sick.” I insisted. “So what? Who cares? If my girl is in need, I’m there. I want to take care of you and I’m going to do it. If I do get sick, that just means we can cuddle all we want.” Slash then took a spoonful of the soup and held it up to my mouth. My face heated up again as I felt my stomach turn. As much as I enjoyed tomato soup, I wasn’t sure if I could eat. I still had to try. I took the spoon in my mouth and swallowed the soup, looking up at him to avoid thinking about the food. It worked for a bit, and for a couple more bites before he instantly noticed my face. “Let’s save this for later and just watch the movie, hon.” He put the soup back up on the counter before he put on the movie. Slash’s chest was one of the most comfortable places I’ve ever been in. His curls were serving as a luxuriously soft shield for my neck, and the blanket wrapped around the both of us made it even cozier. I wasn’t even watching at this point, I was just about to sleep. I felt him kiss the top of my head before telling me goodnight, and that was when I fell into my slumber.