#omg! i get the switching sniffles too!!

[marvelfanfics1]

OMG

I feel like daddy!John B. would be more of the strict one but still kind of laid back and papa!JJ would be so energetic and chaotic(in a good way). I also feel like daddy!John B. would be so stressed out when little!reader and papa!JJ are up to their shenanigans and he’d feel like he was watching after two littles.

THIS^^

See, John B and JJ have different perspectives of what's safe for you and what's not or what you can take or not. Meaning you would often come crying to John B when JJ gets a little too rough with you while playing or teases you too much.

Clambering on John B's lap while sobbing and blabbering that JJ was being mean again while the blonde was standing by the doorway, scratching the back of his neck. "I told you that she's sensitive today, didn't I?" "Look, I'm sorry, a'ight. She seemed okay to me-" John B glares at him. "Does that look like 'okay' to you?" He nods at your sniffling form curled up in his arms.

John B means only well but sometimes he would baby you too much, y'know? I mean, you do love that but only when you're in the right headspace. If not it could get really frustrating when you're close to do nothing but only sit and look pretty, practically feeling locked up in the Chateau while the boys banter.

"C'mon, dude, I'll be with her the whole time. You gotta loosen the leash a little-" JJ tries to defend his idea of teaching you how to surf. "No way and stop making it look like I'm the bad one here by trying to ensure her safety." "Then come with us! Y'know, you gotta start trusting us more." John B sighs, looking at your pleading face, throwing his head back with a groan knowing this would backfire at him but also that JJ's right even if he wouldn't admit that out loud. "Fine."

The way you and JJ cheer in unison, rushing to get ready has John B shake his head. He wasn't even sure anymore if he has just one little at this point-

I'm a total believer of JJ being a switch. Just like me haha.

[lovelykil]

─Headcanons─

kyle x reader older ver.

hc; reader who cries during sex

cw; slight? nsfw

note; (based off the request) okay doing kyle bc he's my bby girl ⤵

bro is so WORRIED and panicking

his immediate reaction is to stop and check on you to see of you're okay

"Y/n are you okay?? Does it hurt that bad? I mean we can just stop of you're uncomfortable, I-"

"no no I'm okay-! I'm just nervous.. We're literally about to do it and I'm crying on the spot oh my god this is embarrassing." 🤕

He thinks he's HURT you or something but it's just your nerves acting up

Like this one time

You actually suggested wanting to 'make love' the fancy way he likes you to put it instead of sex, cause it just sounds vulgar and eww

anyway he was on the couch on his phone, parents weren't home and you were hungry for him

not literally

but dick

you get?

you understand what

yeah, okay moving on

You crawled over to him on the couch and nudged his arm, getting his attention.

"hm?"

"hey."

"hi."

"you look like you need your dick sucked rn"

"🧍"

2 minutes later after convincing the ginger and teasing he finally gave in with a flush.

"here on the couch?"

"shi, I didn't know you was a freak like that."

"NO IM ASKING"

"ohh sure" 💁🏾‍♀️

He's sitting on the couch with his hands pinned to the sides of him, hesitantly watching you carefully pull the strings to his sweats. On your knees upon him, though you would stop mid-way as the tie just started to get loose.

Breaking into a cold sweat and swallowing hard.

Kyle looked at you confused and worried something might've been wrong.

"Y/n are you okay?" He asked.

You stared down at the tie starting to attempt to untie it again but very much struggling to do so as you sniffled to yourself.

Why the fuck was this tie so hard to UNTIE all of a sudden your fingers couldn't just do the simple task of untying something 💔💔

Tears swelled your eyes, your cheeks burning up overall body temp burning up. You felt like you were gonna lose it

BECAUSE OF A TIE??

well no

not really

you're soo nervous..

😭😭

why be confident then all of a sudden turn into a big pussy 😒

I'm jk but fr

Kyle kept staring trying to come up with something to say but you looked up at him slowly, a tear rolling down your cheek.

"Holy shit Y/n, baby are you oka-"

"I wanted to suck your dick but I'm too nervous now.." 😕☹️

Kyle blinks, he's obviously so confused but can't help but giggle at your mood switch. He brings his hand to his mouth to cover up the little laugh.

"awe y/n- you don't have to do it if you don't wanna.. come here baby.." He reassured in a caring tone, grabbing your hand.

He brings you onto the couch with him to hug as you weeped

You held onto him as he cuddled you, rubbing your back to soothe you but still you could just tell he was holding back from laughing further.

"I know you're laughing.."

"what? no!"

it's silent for a second before he snickers. You groan leaning off of him.

"Okay okay! I'm sorry its JUST THAT-"

"omg you're an ass.." you sniffled, wiping away tears from your embarrassed face.

He brings you back toward him to hug you tight, trying to show you he cares.

not like he just laughed in your face

noo

I'm jk he would never (maybe) okay it depends but

He lays a kiss on your head, wiping away the final tears off your face.

"It's okay to be nervous I get it."

"Yeah I know."

"..what's that supposed to mean"

"mm.. nothing anyway.."

Kyle's also nervous asf when it's comes to

SEX

I mean

"making love" 🤓☝🏾

yall fr best match

but he doesn't cry during it 😭 unless you're giving him like heavenly top

Then okay I guess he'd have some tears in his eyes

I'm going off topic UHHH 🤳🏽

there was another time where yall was just fooling around you know 😚💁🏾‍♀️

then things lead to another and WOAH he's rubbing his member against your lips (other one )

You start to feel that sinking feeling in your stomach almost like you were going to throw up, I mean you were totally ready for him to ruin your insides omfg nothing more you wanted right now but

OH WOW

your nerves.

just as when he was about to put it in he saw a tear roll down your face, avoiding his contact.

He quickly felt so disgusted with himself, was he hurting you? What if you didn't want this? Maybe he took it the wrong way.

he's so careful and cautious yet so frantic as he asks what's wrong while his hands go to cuff your face softly.

"Yes what? No I'm okay I'm just like anxious.. I'm sorry I didn't mean to stress you out."

poor baby thinks he's making you uncomfortable

[fawnforgold]

Hihi omg an event 💖 I would like to request "about deserve to be loved just like everyone else" with Albedo (because he really really really deserves it ;-;) Have a wonderful day 🌸🍄

i love seeing the roles switched with the comfort on albedo. mootie this is brilliant, thank you for the ask my beloved 🫶🏻

Albedo x GN!Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Insecure Albedo, You both are naked in this, Mention of past smut briefly, Minors do not interact please, about 800 words. 

Prompt: “You deserve to be loved just like everyone else.” 

Tags: @suyacho @themovingcastlez @dan-hengs

Albedo held you close, your naked body pressed warmly against his. The moonlight peeked through the window and illuminated your bodies that were covered in sweat. You squeezed his waist, pulling yourself closer to him. Never could you get enough of him and you swore to yourself long ago to never let him go.. You wrapped yourself around his body and sighed softly, you were in heaven. This was everything you wanted and more, you would never grow tired of Albedo, that you were sure of. 

It didn’t take long for you to notice something was off with your boyfriend. He usually wasn’t so stoic after the two of you had just made love, but this time was different. This time he seemed a little sad and regretful, and to be honest that scared the shit outta you. You pulled out of his embrace, noticing how his eyes never moved from the ceiling until you moved, and positioned yourself on your side. 

“Bedo?” You asked him. 

He looked at you and hummed in reply, his sad expression still visible. Now he was starting to worry. “Hmm? What is it, sweetheart?”

You smiled. He was so sweet, so charming, so good to you, but oh so sad. You knew there was something going on in that big brain of his, but you couldn’t figure out what exactly. So, you outright asked him. 

“What’s wrong?” 

His eyes widened and face turned pale as his eyes shied away from yours. He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. He was so ashamed that you saw right through him that he didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure he wanted to admit it, but he knew he had to. So, he gave it a small try. 

“It’s nothing of importance, let’s lay back down.” 

Although, it wasn’t much of an attempt. To be honest he didn't try at all, too nervous to admit what was wrong, but you were determined to get to the bottom of it.  

“You’re lying. Tell me what’s going on, Bedo.” You said in a gentle tone, pushing back some of his hair behind his ears.

The air was quiet until finally Albedo decided to break the silence and come clean. “I’m just a little.. sad, but it’s nothing of importance.”

You cocked your head to the side and asked him what he meant by that, confused yet patiently trying to understand where he might be coming from. Putting a hand on his cheek you waited for his next words to come forth. 

“I’ve been wondering whether I deserve certain things.” Albedo admitted shamefully. 

You grabbed his face gently and moved his turned away face to look at you. “What do you mean by that, Bedo?” Your voice was stern and a tad angered, but not so much that it turned him away. 

He sighed and leaned into your touch even as he was so certain that he did not deserve even a second of it. “The truth is.. I’m not so sure I deserve your love.” 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing and from who of all people, but it was his truth he was speaking about, after all. Immediately you shut down any doubts or anxieties he had. You were never that good at comforting people, you and Albedo both had that in common, but you did the best with what you were given in that moment. Wrapping him up in your arms you held him close and reassured him that he was more than deserving of all the love in the world, but especially yours. 

You held his face in your hands, pressed your forehead against his and looked deep into his eyes and said, “You deserve to be loved just like everyone else.” 

Albedo began to sniffle softly as tears formed at the bottom of his eyelids. He was forever amazed and thankful to be loved by someone as brilliant and as amazing as you. He tugged you close and tangled his arms around your waist, holding you tight and painfully close as he cried softly into your bare skin. You were not used to seeing this side of Albedo, not that you hadn’t seen him cry before, but you’d hardly seen your Bedo be as vulnerable before as he was right now. Soon the two of you would spend the remainder of the night talking out these insecurities, but for now you promised to take such good care of the alchemist that he’d never question how he deserved your love ever again. You would make damn sure of it.

[neetily]

꣑୧ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ── MATCHUP EVENT: Date #21

─ you have one new message from...

Robin . . .

last night was so fun babe!!! but maybe we can take things a bit slower tonight? a new ep of our show is out, would love to watch it with you <3!

Why? robin could really use someone chill and supportive of him, and he'd be the exact same back at you! the dream team, tbh. he would love all of your jokes and i can see you both sharing a couple of inside jokes that no one else gets, giggling away in a corner by yourselves, just having the time of your life together!! two cheerleaders cheering each other on, yknow? you two would bond over a love of anime too, i think. sharing series, watching a few together, perhaps collecting a few figurines to showcase together? omg could you imagine... couple cosplays of your fav characters/shows!!? same with gaming, you two share a love of that and i can see you both playing handheld consoles together in bed, or prompting the other to go back to their room so that you could play online games together hehe... also!! despite the fact that he's often viewed as sweet, submissive, and otherwise subdued, i think he has great capacity to be the witty and sarcastic matchup you're looking for! especially once he's comfortable with you, he's only deceptively sweet, and his true nature shines in the form of sassy remarks and lovingly sarcastic comments with you! he'd be so big of physical touch with you, always wanting to hold your hand, even when it's not the best time to do so like when gaming... and, of course, he loves praising you. for literally anything and everything <3

he's just happy to relate to someone else and to feel seen through shared hobbies with you! he thinks you're so funny and appreciates that he gets to sort of... switch off when he's with you. only you get to see him at his most comfortable <3

Dive Bar . . .

the pub bathroom wouldn't be his first pick of places to rail you in, but he can't deny that the inherently seedy nature of it, sticky floors and graffiti ridden walls, was alluring in a way most befitting to you.

because you're just so cute in contrast to your surroundings, a couple drinks in and already babbling nonsense on the end of his fat cock, throbbing inside of you as all the blood rushes below his belt and his fists squeeze harsher into your soft waist. roaming over every inch of skin he can reach, pinching and prodding and loving all over you because he just can't help himself.

he, too, is a little drunk. just a bit tipsy, enough to leave his brain buzzing with heady fuzz, vision glazed over as he attempts to take in just how pretty you look under the dim lights that bounce off your cheeks so perfectly; a hidden angel amongst the filth, he loves you.

it's too tempting to watch in awe as you take his cock so well, like putty in his hands. a mess of sniffles and sobs, moaning for more as he fucks you so full of cock— god, he feels dizzy himself with the amount of butterflies that line his stomach when you whine his name, over and over again like some sort of mantra. pretty little thing, he's fucking obsessed with you, keeping up the unfair pace of his thrusts just to lovingly bully you into submission some more.

"mine, all mine—" he huffs, the intended dominance in his voice petering off into sheer desperation at the way your cunt squeezes around his cock so well in response, choking him up with a broken moan escaping his throat.

his head falls against your own, sweaty with alcohol, tacky hair mixing with your own as he fucks it all a mess.

but you're prettiest like this, he thinks. sloppy little cunt, pretty pouty lips, rolled back eyes... prettiest girl in the whole wide worlds when you're getting fucked stupid on his cock, unable to form a single coherent sentence back at him in the face of his easy dominance.

he's so happy you picked this date spot, actually.

— you like to... listen to music when alone! here is a playlist that i think fits your matchup!

In Too Deep - Sum41

American Idiot - Green Day

Watamote Ending Credits

[cloudcountry]

pokemon Pokemon POKEMON!!!!! OMG, I AM SO OBSESSED WITH IT RN FR IT'S THE BIGGEST OBSESSED IVE HAD IN YEARS OMG!!!!!!! Ahem. So I've been watching the pokemon anime (on Indigo League Episode 58), and I really really want to play the games (I will admit that not being able to has caused several meltdowns but swiftly moving on...) so I've started planning, seeing how much I'd have to save, seeing what console I'd need, etc.

The conclusion I've reached is that I'd need a Nintendo Switch Lite, and the first game I want to play is 'Pokemon Let's Go Eevee'. Now, of course, that's not the only game I'd want, but a Nintendo Switch Lite is expensive, from my research, it is ≈$200, and the game is ≈$50-$60 and I am unfortunately unable to work which means my source of income is purely from money I find on the ground and money I get from relatives on holidays.

Now, usually, this is the part I would give into despair... HOWEVER, I AM A MAN ON A MISSION AND DID TEAM ROCKET GIVE UP WHEN ASH KICKED THEIR ASSES!? NO! THEY STAYED STRONG! THEY NEVER GAVE IN! THROUGH THICK AND THIN THEY NEVER GAVE UP! I WONT EITHER!!!

Anyway! Dramatics aside, this is a determination I haven't felt since my grandparents' cat ran away from me. And what did I achieve? I made best friends with that damn cat! NOW I WILL PLAY POKEMON!

ANYWAY. Aside from my determination to play the games, I've started learning types, advantages, disadvantages, names, attacks, etc.

By the time I can afford it, I will know way too much and absolutely obliterate anything that stands in my way.

This is perfectly healthy, and I am not at all a disappointment to my family :3 (< cat face of eternal suffering/j)

sometimes your interests make you do MATH and thats when you know its bad (says the stem major) youre SCAVENGING for those coins GO YOU!!!!

TEAM ROCKET IS A+ ROLE MODELLING. THEY DIDNT GIVE UP EVEN WHEN THINGS SEEMED HOPELESS. YOU GET THAT SWITCH.

the pokemon games made up so much of my childhood (sniffles...im still mourning my 2ds.....i gave all of my pkmn games to my little sister JDSJSDJSDJ)

[ramonathinks]

sorry for the late reply, my mom and brother had the sniffles and gave it to me too ;,c and have u seen the new update for love&deepspace omg we’re about to get our coochies tore apart > //// < sylus looked so YUMMMYMYMYMYMY his cumface looked so DELICIOUSSSSS i just know sylus dick is pretty. heavy as shit. resting against his thigh when hes hard. sitting pretty in a field of thick (but neat ish) pubes and he doesnt understand ur fixation w just looking at his dick, but he does the same thing w u and ur cunt like :3 i need his mouth on my brown nipples hehe. i just know ur sylus fic would kickstart my period when ur done omg >.< -🎀

oh nooo, gws bae 🥹💕💕! & YES YES YES😁😁😁IM CHEESING AT YOU RN😁 !!!! & i really wanted it out today but it got SOOO long and per usual i think it’s pretty mid😭 writing smut is actually annoying because 9/10 im describing stuff i wrote before but im trying to switch it up and it’s tiring 😓 but i completely agree like i put that his dick is 7 and 1/2 inches but it’s probably 8 1/2, needed something more tame and realistic. he has big dick energy to a TTTT. & OFC i seen the update and raf’s got my tummy in knots like i can’t believeee him. they’re all so slutted out this update. & lookieee, i been playing the little game and its so cute

[satorisoup]

Hey hey hey 🩵 thank you for the words, it made me smile 🫶🏼

Oh, is it here? I need to see 👀

I know for sure I will cry so hard when it drops, I will sob really bad at the cinemas people will actually will get worried 😭. Sanemi doesn’t deserve anything that happened to him 😭 my man deserves a happy ending with his loved ones </3. I actually don’t trust anyone who says “I don’t like Tanjiro” like what? Are you seeing the same KNY as me??

Kyo from fruits basket? OMG, if it is, I love him TvT ! I will watch windbreaker and then I’ll tell you what I think of 👀

Yes, rockstar bf Semi *o* and you know what? I sing too. So I imagine so many scenarios with him it’s absurd but I just love him so much 😭! OMG, the bickering and the love and hate between Shirabu and him. PLEASE, it’s just so adorable 😭 I can’t believe there’s people who hates Shiratorizawa (ò.ó). Bokuto is such a big baby, so lovely you want to pat his head all the time and spoiling him with everything possible T,T ig he’s even more baby because his sisters babying him loads 🥹. OMG, I can’t wait to read everything *o* . I actually need to update me on your stories, waiting for my summer vacations really soon to get on reading and writing again!

For sure all of them are absolutely adorable ‹𝟹. And it’s cute to know that Aoi and Inosuke got together thanks to Nezuko help ‹𝟹

No, I should be the one to thank. You’re absolutely adorable T,T ! Yes, when I found out the kitty was orange I had to call him Kenma. I already have one black and white, sadly I couldn’t choose the name or ofc it would be Kuroo ;-; . Woah! So cool we’re matching now🐈 🐈 they surely are precious ‹𝟹

I’m glad you had a good weekend ‹𝟹. Hope you’re doing okay this week as well. Work can be a mess, chaotic, challenging and stressful sometimes but you’re doing your best and that’s enough ‹𝟹

My day was good until my shoulder and back decided to hurt out of sudden 💀 what about your day? Sending you lots of hugs, love and positive vibes muaaah ‹𝟹

UWAHHH hi hi ma love !! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و teehee m’ soso glad i could make you smile SOB !! T^T you’re tha cutest !! <3

EEEK yes yes, it is here !! it’s a gojo angst fic !! T^T it was my piece for one of my very lovely mutuals angst collabs !! <3 here’s the linkiedink for you !! 🍓

FOR REALSIES i will be absolutely SOBBING at the theater clutching my plushies in my hands SOB !! </3 AND TANJIRO !! i saw a tiktok the other day of someone saying they hated him ?? how could someone hate him ?? he’s just soso precious !! T^T tanjiro haters can’t be truly real methinks…

EEEP yes it was kyo from fruits basket !! >//< i absolutely adore him !! he’s my favorite sniffle <3 yes !! you must tell me what you think of windbreaker teehee !! :3

WAHHH omigosh you sing ?? that is soso precious !! T^T the scenarios with semi must be soso cute !! him and his lil guitar while you sing PLS !! </3 FOR REALSIES i don’t understand how people can hate shiratorizawa T^T they’re all such cuties SOB !! kou my baby SNIFFLE he is just an absolute sweetheart !! i’d spoil him every single day </3 AND EEEK i’ll absolutely update you !! if you wanna be added to the taglist for it i’ll definitely do that, just let me know teehee !! <3 i’m hoping your summer vacay goes well for you ma love !! ^_^

OMIGOSH you have a black and white kitty too ?? :0 HOW ADORABLE !! kitties are just the most precious babies ever, i adore them with my whole heart SOB !! T^T

SOBSOB you are soso sweet !! i appreciate your kind words, my heart is absolutely melting !! <3 work certainly is something i fear… but i promise i’ll power through thanks to you and your sweet encouragement !! >_< THANK YOU SOSO MUCH !! :3

OH NOOO m’ soso sorry your back and shoulder decided to hurt !! T^T make sure to relax and drink extra water !! <3 m’ hoping your day gets better and that your pain heals soon SNIFFLE !! </3

TEEHEE my day has been good !! the electricity has unfortunately been switched off for maintenance so there’s no ac, but it should be back hopefully tonight !! ^_^ other than that i just have work </3 THANK YOU SOSO MUCH FOR ASKING !! ^_^

UWAHHH how are you doing today ma love ?? are you feeling better ?? anything exciting to look forward to ?? I MUST KNOW !! >.< m’ sending you soso many well wishes and giving you a big smoochie !! MWUUUAH !! <3

[kingkatsuki]

Just imagining the absolute terror and fear Bakugou feels when he's being his brash self and somehow he catches you on a bad day. He's so used to you rolling your eyes or answering back at him, throwing shit like wrappers and paperballs at him when his comments are stupid. But today everything just sucked ass... it was one thing after the next and then he comes in all cocky and loud, makes a comment that he's made hundreds of times before and for some reason today it made you cry. He's about to turn around and made another comment, but as he does he hears a small sniffle and sees you wiping your eyes, tears running down your face as you bite your lip and now he feels like utter shit.

Omg it’s because Bakugou lives for the banter with you, he loves having someone that can give it just as much as they take it from him and he enjoys the back and forth.

Even if you’re not even dating it’s this flirty, playful banter you have between you. Where even Kiri is like “Dude?” And Bakugou’s just like “What, shitty hair? She likes it, don’t you princess?” And you’re just rolling your eyes and throwing back another insult.

You can’t even really remember when it started, it’s just something you’ve done for as long as you can remember. And usually his banter puts the biggest smiles on your face, but today you just can’t?

And it’s just the switch inside him? From the cocky persona directly to the soft, kind, caring man that’s inside him. He’s coming over to you in an instant, bending his knees slightly as he tilts his head to the side to try and bring himself down to your height. Rough palms reach out to wrap around your wrists to move the hands hiding your face as he pulls them down so gently, as though you were the most delicate glass that may break beneath his brutish force as he sees your watery eyes.

“Whatcha cryin’ for?” It comes out harsher than he’d like, than he intended but he can’t help it. He’s not very good at this shit.

“S’nothin.” You shake your head as you try to look down to hide your face from him.

“S’not nothin’ if you’re cryin’.” He rumbles, warm palms squeezing your wrists softly as he tries again, “Tell me. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He feels like absolute shit in this moment, the last thing he’d ever want to do is make you cry and now it’s happening. And he’s never cared about hurting someone with his words as much as he does now, his heart instantly falling into his ass and he doesn’t even know what to say next… because he’s never cared before.

“It wasn’t you,” You sniff, before sighing deeply “It’s just been… a day.”

And then he does something so unexpected, he pulls you into a hug. He doesn’t care if your tears stain his shirt as you let them freely fall, the warmth and affection of someone has the floodgates opening as you allow yourself to let it out. Feeling Bakugou sway you gently as he waits for you to get it all out as he quietly shushes you, anyone else that would walk in would think they’d seen a ghost. With Bakugou holding you so full of care, but this is a side of him that he’s reserved for someone. A side of him that he’s letting you see because he wants you to—

“Too pretty to be cryin’,” He scoffs, moving his shoulders back slightly to look down at your face, “You should be smiling.”

[hanniejji]

OMG YOUR LAST PST WHERE YOU MENTIONED STREAMER KAZUHA AND MAPLE alright alright so lil maple wakes up and realizes Kazuha isn’t in bed with them and looks to find him streaming and balls their eyes out and kazuha basically takes care of them on stream

THIS. I LIVE FOR PROMPTS LIKE THIS OH MY FUCKING GOD ANON. 😭

another blurb for y'all because y'all keep feeding me brainrots >:(

"how long have we been streaming, chat? i feel like i've been here for almost three hours now."

kazuha chuckled quietly, the microphone placed near his mouth making it sound deeper than it is.

the light in the room is very dim, switching from green and red, but the light behind his camera was warm like the sunset, contradicting how late it is. kazuha's been streaming for almost three hours now, finishing up the new event in his game and doing some farming.

"it's two in the morning already?" he read in the comments, pursing his lips sheepishly before laughing, "time is a social construct, we can go for a few more hours."

"go to sleep," the female automated voice pinged, inciting another laugh from him.

"thank you for that, i'll go to sleep in a few after this quest," he chuckled lowly, "i hope everyone's doing well this summer. thankfully, school is almost over—" his hand clapped in a small motion, "—so, i have more than enough time to stream with you guys. also, good luck to anyone dealing with their finals!"

"do you have any plans for the summer?" he hummed, casually finishing his domains while pondering over his answer.

"well," he smiled, remembering his promises of going out on a trip with his little maple. the mental image of your puppy dog eyes pleading to go on a trip with your brother stuck in his mind.

"i have a few places to be. i've scheduled a few short trips this vacation with my family—"

the night went on, kazuha softly speaking into his mic and conversing with his viewers. the volume in his headset is little loud, the battle music and the constant clicking of his keyboard blocking his hearing that his ear failed to catch the sound of door creaking open, nor did he hear your soft sniffles. he went on with the stream, still speaking to the mic. however, the mic seemed to have caught the sound of your sniffles.

"hm?" he squints his eyes at the chat moving in speed, all asking about a sound of his door and a kid crying. he rolls his eyes, shaking his head, wondering why they would try to fool around at a time like this. maybe to get him to sleep?

"very funny, chat."

"onii-san..."

he yelps, body jerking away from the slight tug on his sleeve, headset falling to rest on his neck and whipping his head towards your cowering form—right next to his chair, but since you're small, your height doesn't reach the top of his desk, covering you in the darkness.

his breath hitched from shock, groaning softly and taking a moment to compose himself.

"jesus, maple!" he exhales in relief, a hand on his chest, "you scared me for a moment there. why you still awake—are you crying?" the gears in kazuha's brain immediately switched, forgetting the thousands of people watching and listening to him as he leans closer to you, cooing softly, "maple? is everything alright?"

"onii-san," you hiccuped, throwing yourself on his lap, stuttering over your words, "had nightmare. want onii-san's hugs. i'm too scared to sleep..."

your voice was so quiet that he almost didn't hear it if he wasn't leaning close to you.

"oh, maple," he hooks his hands under your arms, lifting you up on his lap and hugging you close, rubbing your back and pecking the disheveled mop of locks on your head, "onii-san's right here. want to spend the rest of the night here with me?"

"onii-san's not busy?" you look at him from his chest, sniffling.

kazuha can see an arrow lodge itself on his chest at the sight of your puppy eyes, smiling widely and patting your head.

"of course! i'm never too busy for you maple," he carefully shifts you from your position, "i'm sure no one will mind you joining the stream."

"the stream?—"

"kazuha's little sibling is so adorable."

"eek!"

you shrieked, clinging onto your brother, who couldn't help himself from bursting into a laughing fit. he covers his mouth, slightly bending over to hug you tightly while trying his hardest to muffle his noises.

"oh my god, maple," he wheezed.

"someone spoke!" you wailed, sobbing on his neck, "that doesn't sound like okaa-san!"

"i—," he inhaled sharply, "—no, that's not okaa-san, maple. it's just one of our viewers," he gently nudged you to look at the computer. your teary eyes immediately flying towards the chat box that seems to move too fast for you to be able to read.

"there's no ghost?..."

"mhm," he chuckled, voice still a little shaky from his fit of laughter, "there's just the two of us and a thousand of people watching through this tiny thing," he points at the camera settled behind his pc, "wanna wave and say hi?"

"hi..." you trailed off, wide eyes staring at the dot on the camera, "boowers."

"aaah," he giggled, placing a smooch on your forehead, "it's too early to be this adorable, maple. want to watch me play with our 'boowers' until you fall asleep?"

"but want to stay with onii-san," you pout.

"onii-san will be here even if you fall asleep, m'kay?"

"m'kaaay."

man, kazuha can die from just how adorable his little maple is, and i would too :'>

[maybege]

Okay here i am to request either 99 or 126 (or both if you’re feeling it lol) with your Excon!Paz 😳😏

I am desperate to see more of him omg

Heat Waves #1

Summary: Paz fixes your sink.

Pairing: neighbour!ex con!Paz Vizsla x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 3.2k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, fingering (f receiving), handjob, dirty talk, comeplay,

Prompts: #99 “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” #126 “Y-you're not … w-wearing anything under that are you?”

Thank you so much for sending in prompts, Aeryn! This was super exciting and very inspiring to write and I hope you will like it, there will even be a small part 2 based on another prompt I received for excon!Paz! As always, let me know what you think in a comment or reblog!

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

Paz was pretty sure that there had never been a summer as hot as this one.

The heat wave was stretching on for days now and while he was glad that he had gotten to switch to the day shift in construction, the sudden weather change meant that more often than not he got dizzy from the relentless sun and no amount of water would be enough to quench his thirst.

When he was not on site hammering and building away, he had started to share grocery duty for Mary with you because he would rather get a heat stroke than see the elderly woman trying to move up four flights of stairs in this heat. He had even gotten her portable AC unit to work again and the homemade lemonade she had rewarded him with had run down his throat like scotch after a bad day. (Only rhetorically, of course, he still had his parole conditions to adhere to.)

Now, though, he was just glad to have made the track up the stairs that seemed to get longer with ever step he took. The sun was hitting his apartment in the late day so the first order of business was to take off his shirt as soon as he stepped foot into his home. Rubbing the fabric over his face to get rid of most of the dust, he blindly reached for the kitchen sink, the sound of flowing water already cooling him down before he got his hands under it.

But the true highlight of the day came in form of you knocking on his door that evening, dressed in nothing but the flimsiest sundress he had ever seen.

“I know it’s late and you just came home from work and I – but the – and the –“ you sniffled and he immediately grew alarmed.

“Hey,” he murmured, reaching out to put his hand on your shoulder. It was still somewhat cold from the water and he watched how goosebumps raised on your skin. “What’s going on? Whatever it is, I can help.”

Hell, he’d go and violate all of his parole rules if it meant helping you.

“My sink is still broken,” you muttered, shifting into his touch and his heart skipped a beat.

“But I thought Mr Johnson wanted to come by this morning and fix it?” he frowned, remembering the conversation you had and how happy you had been to share the good news with him. And how happy he had been that you wanted to share it with him.

“He didn’t,” you shrugged, “And I already took the day of work and I can’t miss another shift and I thought, maybe, you could …?”

“I’ll take a look at it,” he said before you could continue and before he could think any better. He just really wanted to spend time with you and, honestly, he could hardly believe his luck that you went to him of all people.

It was still way too hot, though, and he only noticed that he wasn’t wearing a shirt when he stepped into the hallway. But you didn’t seem to mind, already opening your door, and he shrugged. If you didn’t mind, he didn’t mind.

The offending cabinet was already opened, a plastic bucket and a single wench looking lost on your wooden flooring. “Okay,” he murmured, rubbing his palms over his jeans-clad thighs, “Let’s see.”

He sat down, shuffling his head into the open space.

“Thank you, Paz,” you murmured, sitting down next to him, your thigh brushing against his. Was that intentional? Certainly, in a heat like this, touching like this had to be voluntary. “Truly,” you continued quietly, “Thank you so much.”

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” his hand landed on your thigh by accident, really, but he grew quiet when he felt the soft silk under his fingertips.

He heard your breath hitch and forced himself to drag his hand away, inwardly cursing at how much he yearned for you and your touch.

“Sorry,” he murmured, trying to reach the wrench, “Could you, uh …”

Without a word, you sat up next to him, leaning over in the tight space to look at the pipe. The wrench landed on his chest and his eyes landed on your cleavage, glued to the shimmering skin and the way your tits were basically swinging in his face.

He gulped, trying to turn his head away but also trying to keep the pipe in his view.

“It should be here, right?” you asked him, looking back and when he saw where you had pointed, he could not help but chuckle.

Where the confidence in him came from to wrap his hand around yours, he did not know. But Paz was not the kind of man to look a gift horse in the mouth. “It’s here,” he explained, gently guiding your hand to the spot he was talking about.

“Oh,” you giggled, your eyes shining as you looked at him in the darkness under the counter. It was so hot and  you were so close and your eyes were on his chest and he felt himself puff up, wanting to impress you even more.

He knew that his time locked away had left his marks on his body, either in forms of tattoos or scars or the way his hands were rough from work still. And even when he knew that you did no mind it – at least not anymore – he found himself a little self-conscious, not used to a woman he fancied checking him out like this.

“Let me get you something to drink,” you murmured, your hand brushing over his thigh again and stars at this point his cock was already twitching in his pants.

He could hear you clattering around. “You are very nimble,” you commented innocently, “With how big your hands are.”

“Yeah that’s not the only thing my fingers are good for,” he muttered under his breath, hoping that you had not heard him because his thoughts had strayed into territory that certainly wasn’t family appropriate at the moment but all his thoughts disappeared when he looked up at you.

You stepped next to him and the hem of your dress swinging with the movement, and his eyes were glued to the soft skin of your thighs until he realized that you –

Fuck.

He averted his eyes immediately, feeling the blood rush into his ears and … other places. Shit, you were not wearing any panties and you looked fucking enticing. This was what he had dreamt about for weeks now, your body offered to him on a silver platter and all he wanted to do was to sit up, slip his head under your dress and –

“Everything okay?” you asked him, shuffling even closer and he clenched his jaw, his cock straining in his pants as he thought about it would feel to have you underneath him. Or on top of him. He really wasn’t picky.

“Y-you're not, uh, w-wearing anything under that, are you?” he stuttered out.

You did not say anything for a moment and the awkward silence was killing him. He shuffled back, finally sitting up and setting the tool to the side. “Sink should work now,” he said, standing up and not meeting your eyes and hoping to whatever entity there might be that you did not notice the considerable bulge in his jeans and that this did not ruin everything you had.

“I am so sorry,” you brought out.

“No, I am sorry,” he replied, making his way to your door, “I shouldn’t have looked and it is your home and you should wear whatever makes you feel comfortable and –“

“But I did not want to make you uncomfortable,” you said instead and he hated that even now you were worried about him. He turned back to you, very aware of how your eyes lingered on his chest before dipping to his crotch and he swallowed.

“No apologies necessary,” he said, burying his hands in his pockets, “I don’t mind, I mean not that I – you – you, uh, you look very pretty, is all. I should, I should probably go, I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“Paz,” your voice held him back and your fingers were playing with the dangerously thin strap of your sundress, “Do you really not mind?”

He thought he was dreaming.

He gulped.

He shook his head.

The small smile on your lips was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, closely followed by the view of your bare body as you let your dress fall to the floor. Through your closed blinds, the air seemed warm and heavy and golden but he could not care less. Not when he could see the slopes of your neck, your shoulders, your breasts, how your hips formed into your thighs and how you looked so fucking confident and vulnerable at the same time. “Could you help me with this too?”

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he hissed, taking a large step forward and framing your face with his hands, “You’re so pretty.”

Your giggle was music in his ears as your hands found their way to the back of his neck, “You’re pretty too, Paz.”

He shook his head, looking down at you, the tip of his nose brushing over yours. “Not as pretty as you,” he murmured, “Sweetheart, you’re – you’re truly something else.”

Your back arched, your tits brushing against his chest and he felt how your nipples pebbled. His lips brushed over your jaw, “Let me kiss you, love?”

“You can do whatever you want with me,” you breathed against him, your fingertips running through the short hairs at the back of his neck and he growled.

That was exactly what he wanted to hear.

*

You had spent countless nights and days imagining and daydreaming about what it would feel like to finally kiss Paz.

But nothing could even come close to the actual feeling of his lips against yours. Kissing Paz was soft and careful but the more you reciprocated, the bolder he became and that only turned you on more.

There was something thrumming just underneath his skin and you were sure that any moment he would be brave enough to show you what he wanted. And how much he wanted you. Because, stars, you wanted him more than anything for over weeks now.

His big hands were cupping your cheeks, his thumbs rubbing over your cheekbones, and your body was rubbing against him so deliciously. It was so hot, you did not notice your nudity all that much except when it came to his hands wandering over your back to cupping your ass, pulling you against him. His legs shifted, his thigh pressing between yours and you gasped against his lips.

“Is this okay?” he asked against you, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, “Tell me if – if something’s not okay, yeah?”

You giggled, hooking your fingers through the belt loops of his jeans before stepping away a little, “I promise I will, now come to bed.”

Paz’s eyes slid over your body, a full swagger returning to his movements as he followed you to lay down on your mattress. The bedding had been pushed to the side during these tropical nights but you could bear the heat if it meant feeling Paz’s bare skin against yours.

Your legs fell open, making space for him between your thighs and when the denim rubbed against your clit, you arched against him. Even through the layer separating you, you could feel how hard he was and when he ground his hips against yours, you moaned.

“I want to touch you,” he murmured, his lips landing on your jaw and you tilted your head back, giving him all the access he could ever want, “Do you want that too? Do you want me to touch you?”

“Stars, yes,” you breathed, feeling your slick making even the rough texture of his jeans become slippery, making it easier and easier for you to hump against him, “Please touch me, Paz.”

He growled, his thumb and forefinger spanning from your chin over your jaw to your ear, his nose brushing over your throat while his lips dragged over your skin. His other hand cupped your right breast, his thumb brushing over your pebbled nipple.

“Fuck, you’re soft,” he mumbled against you, shuffling back up to kiss you. His lips moved over yours, again and again until you could hardly discern left from right or up from down. All you could feel was him.

You lifted your hips again, wanting more and more friction and the significantly large bulge in his jeans seemed to be just perfect for that.

Paz groaned, his hands snapping to your hips and you found yourself wishing that the way his fingers dug into you would leave bruises for you to remember this moment just like it was. Full of unrestrained passion and yearning.

Your pussy fluttered around nothing and you could feel another wave of wetness when his hand splayed over your inner thigh, pushing it to the side.

“Spread them for me,” he grunted, his eyes focussed on your folds, “Want to see how wet this pretty pussy is.”

“Just for you,” you smiled, biting your lip when you saw him sat back on his knees, palming his cock while his fingers wandered closer to the place where you needed him most.

“Just for me you say?” he grinned, slipping one finger inside you, “Must want my cock pretty bad, then.”

You gasped, his finger so much bigger than yours and your walls clenched. The wet sounds from your body did not embarrass you as they might have, not when Paz sat between your thighs like a god, worshipping you as one of them.

He pushed another finger inside you and you whined, your hand flying up to your mouth.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you,” he growled, crooking his fingers inside you, “Look at the way your pretty pussy just swallows them. You think it’ll wrap around my cock like that?”

You lifted back onto your elbows, chancing a glance down to where he was stroking you. If you had thought the knuckle tattoos attractive before, there was nothing that could describe how seeing them disappear inside you made you feel.

You whimpered, spreading your legs even more which gained you an approving hum from Paz. “Good girl,” he mumbled, shifting his weight so he was resting above you, one forearm keeping him from crushing you while his other hand moved inside you, building up a rhythm that made you feel –

“So good,” you gasped, your hips lifting off the sheets, bumping against his and , “Paz please, it’s – it’s so …” you trailed off into a moan.

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips moving against your cheekbone while his thumb circled your clit, “Just let me stretch you out, you’re going to need it.”

If at all possible, his words seemed to make you even wetter and you clenched, feeling his fingers press against a spot you had not discovered before.

“You’re soaking me, love,” he whispered as if his words formed a dirty secret between you he was too excited to share, “Are my fingers making you feel this good? Are you that needy?”

You swallowed, your body too heavy with pleasure to really form words and Paz chuckled. He was clearly happy about the effect he had on you and his confidence only pushed you closer to the edge.

“Someone just needed some attention, didn’t she?” he teased you, “Did you just need a bit of attention by having your pussy filled?”

You opened your mouth but no words came out.

“I know,” he soothed you, “Words are hard when you’re so busy trying to come around my fingers. No worries, sweetheart, you don’t need to say anything. You just need to come for me, okay? Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”

You nodded eagerly, swallowing heavily as he flicked your clit, pleasure overtaking your mind one nerve end at a time. Until all you could feel was this all-consuming, never ending pleasure.

“There we go,” you could Paz hear through the mind fog, “Good girl.”

His fingers slowed their ministrations, gently helping you ride out the after-waves of your orgasms and you took a deep breath in. Paz was still perched over you, the corners of his mouth quirked up ever so slightly as he gazed at you.

“You’re very pretty,” he smiled, kissing you softly. The kiss brought  him closer to you, his bare chest resting against yours and you gasped, feeling overstimulated, when you felt his bulge against your folds.

But no matter how boneless you felt, how sated, you could not ignore the fact that Paz hadn’t gotten to feel like that yet.

“Show me what you like,” you whispered, your chest still heaving from you trying to catch your breath. Paz looked at you in surprise, almost as if he didn’t believe the words that had left your mouth. There was a knot between his brows.

“I won’t last long,” he warned you, sounding a little unsure, “It’s been – been ages since someone touched me.”

Your heart broke for just a second, splitting into a thousand parts at the grief that you felt for him. Paz deserved to be touched, desired, loved, every single day. Then all the pieces melted together in the inside of your body as you saw him free his cock from the confines of his jeans.

“You’re huge!” you blurted out, eyes wide as you spotted drops of precome gathering at the tip of him. He was thick and long and looked – his cock looked heavy. And you could not wait to feel the weight of him in your palm.

“Uh, I wouldn’t say huge,” Paz said, sounding a bit bashful and you huffed. When you wrapped your hand around him, your fingertips just barely met. Paz hissed, his hips moving into your grasp.

“Huge sounds like the right word to me,” you teased, leaning up to press a kiss against his jaw. His stubble scratched your lips and the tip of your nose when you brushed it along his sharp jawline. Your bodies were slick with sweat, the heat of the day not lessening with the darkening of the sky. But for once, you did not mind. Not when you had Paz to focus on.

A big hand wrapped around yours, guiding you along his shaft in quick strokes and you watched in amazement the way his face shifted, how the hard line of his face grew so soft, his eyes fluttering closed with each pump of your hand.

“Fuck,” he hissed quietly, spilling his come all over your belly. His face fell against yours, hell, his whole body fell against yours, like the tension of the day had drained away all at once.

You bit your lip, trying to keep from smiling too widely as your fingers played with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “Should – do you want to stay for dinner?”

Paz chuckled, the sound vibrating through his body and, in turn, through yours. He heaved himself up, smiling brightly, “I would love to, sweetheart.”

You had never noticed the crinkles on the corners of his eyes before, they made him seem even happier and you could not help but giggle.

He rolled to the side, the mess between your bellies cooling uncomfortably. “How about,” his hand took hold of yours, “How about we take a shower and then we get dinner from that Thai place down the road?”

“That sounds perfect.”

And it really was.

[awkwardtortilla]

HI I LIVE YOUR WORK SMM!! anyways could you please make hcs for when camilo id sick and really clingy! Tytytyty!!!!

Omg that would be freaking adorable!! Ofc I can do it! :D

Sick!Camilo hcs

Ok so this didn’t turn out as clingy as I was hoping it would but I hope you still like it!

warnings: gn reader, mentions of vomit and other sickness symptoms

First and foremost, Camilo is dramatic af so if he literally just has the sniffles and/or a small cough he’s gonna be all “AYYyyyYyY!! I’m dyingggggg!” And he’ll request kisses and want to be pampered (it’s fucking adorable when he switches between 3-5 different ppl every time he sneezes)

So that’s how you know it’s really not that bad

But when it is bad it’s almost nothing like that. He’s definitely complaining but it’s not loud or super exaggerated like when it’s minor.

You will be pulled away from chores by any or every Madrigal for either situation.

When Camilo has a fever and his sinuses are clogged and his whole body aches he’s not going anywhere except the bathroom and maybe the kitchen. If he’s brave enough to drag himself out of bed for an arepa he’s gonna make it halfway down the stairs before he slumps over the railing for a break.

He might resume his journey, he might not, and if not someone (probably you or Pepa) finds him and hauls his ass back to bed. He gets his snack ofc bc he looks so pitiful that the person who found him can’t just not get him the food.

Buuuut if Camilo has a stomach bug there’s no way he’s keeping it down. Baby boy is not that strong no matter how much he likes to boast and show off.

You’ll sit next to him in front of the toilet and hold his hair away from his face and rub circles on his back as his body heaves and shakes. When it’s all out of his system you’ll scold him for not being careful about what he eats bc his stomach can’t handle it rn. But like I said before he just looks so friggin pitiful you can’t keep up the act.

You’ll clean him up and get him back to bed but he says you should get going bc he doesn’t wanna get you sick too. You pull a “well I guess if you really don’t want me here…” and stand from the foot of his bed.

Camilo immediately starts contradicting himself “wait wait wait nooo don’t leaveee”

You put your hands on your hips and raise a brow, biting back a smile. Camilo blushes and avoids eye contact which is out of character for him but being sick makes him shy. He opens his arms reaches out doing like grabby hands, and in the softest voice he asks “Stay? Please?”

You let the smile break through and roll your eyes “of course, amor. Now scoot over.”

The most excited but exhausted grin splits across Camilo’s face and he does as told and lets you settle in. As soon as you’re comfortable he’s so friggin close that he’s almost an top of you.

He snuggles into you and inhales deeply, then sighs “Gracias, [your name]. For taking care of me.”

You wrap your arms around him and press a few kisses to his forehead “always, Cami.”

A comfortable silence falls and you trace along his back, maybe rub his tummy, definitely play with his hair, and Camilo’s out like a light. You follow soon after

[honeystwiggypeach]

BESTIE I JUST HAD THE BEST IDEA EVER. so i was listening to "like im gonna lose you" and i just thought: "what if reader is singing to it (we pretend its a song from the 80s) and eddie and lucille are quietly listening to it and when reader realize she just hug them and say "im gonna love both of you forever" and its just fluff im😭😭😭💗💗💗💗

‘Like I’m gonna loose you’

Dad!Eddie x Mom!reader

Dad!Eddie masterlist!!

Bestie you’re so right?? Like you’re so smart for this like??? I definitely feel like while that family has it’s whole aspect of sarcasms, they definitely like appreciate and treasure eachother so much??? Like idk how to phrase it but you know(hopefully����also I’m assuming you meant the one by Meghan Trainor!)I added in baby davie because I love him sm🥰🥰

Also omg besties!!! I have some smart ideas for a new single dad!eddie and AND a single mom!Chrissy series I’m so excited to write those!!! Like I’m so proud of myself rn you guys don’t understand😭😭I haven’t had an idea in so long!!!! Anywho, let’s get back on track😭tysm for requesting!!!!

You had the radio playing lightly as Eddie washed the dishes behind you, yoh smiled softly at Lucy who watched the two of you from the counter looking over at David who gurgles happily from his high chair at the affection.

You had the fire turned to low as dinner began to boil down and finish cooking in the pot.

You smile fondly at Lucy who babbles to Eddie as he moves over to sit beside her after he finished with the dishes.

You watch as he switches the station, “I love this song!” You smile happily and Davie claps just happy that you’re in the room.

You gasp, “you like this song to Davie?” He lets out a little giggle as he reaches for you.

You lift him into your arms moving to jokingly slow dance with the giggly eight month old as Eddie and Lucy watch from the counter.

When the verse “So I’ll kiss you longer” comes on you can’t help but pepper kisses on Davie’s chubby cheeks as you playfully nibble on his cheeks, he squeals in delight reaching for Eddie who smiles.

You watch as Eddie peppers kisses onto Davie’s cheeks and Lucy giggles, before she knows it you’re right beside her peppering her in kisses too as she squeals alongside her brother.

You give her a moment to regain her breath thinking of the song, she was right, you were never promised tomorrow.

The idea made you sniffle a bit as you gave them a little smile pulling Lucy into your side before pulling Eddie closer as well.

He leans up kissing the underside of your jaw softly as Davie babbles to himself as he stares in wonder at his hands.

“I’m gonna love all three of you forever” you’re in your own wonderland barely hearing the soft tone Eddie uses when he says a little me too, or the way both Lucy and Davie seem to understand what you’ve said as Lucy repeats Eddie and Davie babbles back incoherently.

Pls besties request more I love writing requests so much I swear and this was adorable like 100/10 so good!!!

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[dontfeeltoohot]

OMG could we have more of snz kink Steve & allergic Eddie??? That was glorious. Esp if he starts teasing Steve omg

Ok, this is kind of a sequel to this fic that I wrote. I hope you all enjoy! I've had a lot of inspiration the past few days, especially with these two boys, so send a prompt! I'll be trying to get to them all, and make the most out of my last four weeks being on LOA from work.

Enjoy friends!

+ + +

After the Friday the 13th incident (as Steve has so nicely dubbed it in his mind), he pays more attention to Eddie and the small sniffles he makes out of nowhere, or the random sneezes he stifles. He'd been too preoccupied with the literal end of the world before to really be paying attention to anything but keeping people safe. Now though, he's able to shift some of his focus to the newest member of their weird little clan that's been through so much together.

He's been trying to keep it as subtle and secretive as possible, the guy knows his crush is already obvious, if Robins raised eyebrows and smirks are anything to go off of when he and Munson are together. And yeah, the guitarist is gay and doesn't care who knows, but Steve isn't, and he's worried that the other man might reject him. Eddie isn't anything like Steve had imagined in his mind, and for that he's grateful. The doe-eyed man has somehow wormed his way into Steve's life, and the nineteen year old doesn't have any intentions of that changing.

The most interesting thing Steve has noticed is that Eddie is a generally sneezy person. He assumes that's why he keeps the black bandana in the back left pocket of his pants.  Steve's been keeping a mental list of the things he's noticed the curly haired man seems to be sensitive to, which has more than he'd first envisioned.

Cleaning supplies (or at least Lysol), freshly cut grass, some kind of perfume Nancy wears, and as of late, he's noticed Eddie's been scrubbing his nose more when they've been in Henderson's house for a movie night or to pick him up and say hello to his mom. Steve can only guess it's the twenty thousand cats the woman owns.

Tonight he, Eddie, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan are going to some diner down in east Hawkins to get some food and then maybe see a movie or look around the shops. As Steve tries on different shirts with his jeans, he has to remind himself this isn't a date. It's not like Eddie's going to care what he wears, but even still, he takes an embarrassingly long time switching shirts before he finally goes with a white undershirt, his dark green sweatshirt that has a navy stripe across the chest, and his new navy Members Only jacket.

Stepping outside, the bitter November air hits him, but he brushes it away, much preferring this to the hot muggy Summer that Hawkins always experiences. He's supposed to pick up Eddie at 5, and it's already 4:46, so he books it to his BMW and speeds off, trying not to imagine all the things he and Eddie could do if they were dating.

+ + +

A knock on the door makes Eddie look up from where he's standing in front of the small bathroom mirror, making sure his hair is tamed. Checking himself one last time quickly, the eccentric man heads to where the person is still knocking. He yanks the door open abruptly, smirking when Harrington jumps, putting a hand to his chest.

"Jesus Munson!"

"Hey babe, just have to grab my jacket and we'll be good to go," he lets Steve step inside while he heads to the back room of the trailer, grabbing his leather jacket and vest. As he ambles back up front, Eddie leans into the bathroom and grabs a couple of tissues, wiping his nose as he comes back to the other man, half shrugging his jacket on and half still rubbing at his nose.

"You good?" Steve gestures to the tissues and he nods, sniffling involuntarily.

"Yeah, my allergies have just been bothering me today. Must be from all the rain the past couple of days, always kicks up the shit from the leaves and stuff," he explains, watching Steve closely.

That's the thing. Eddie is starting to think that maybe Steve is into him, with how much they flirt, but there also seems to be a tendency for Steve to glance over more often when Eddie's allergies start acting up. The campaign leader isn't sure if Harrington is worried, annoyed, or disgusted. But with the way he's caught his eyes lingering for a few seconds after, it tells Eddie that it might be an entirely different reaction all together. So tonight, he's going to test this theory out.

Steve's eyes dart around as he explains to the man, but he doesn't seem grossed out by it at all. He doesn't seem to display any kind of emotion, so Eddie lets it drop for now and opens the front door.

"After you, King Harrington."

"Man, that stopped when I left high school," Steve huffs out, rolling his eyes.

Eddie smirks, loving how up in arms Harrington gets sometimes about such simple little teases. As he locks up, the guitarist sniffles a few times, scrunching his face a little at the intense smell of the outdoors. Clearing his throat, he follows to the car, getting in and shivering.

Steve starts the mix tape Eddie's made for him, and a burst of warmth spreads through the seniors chest, making him feel a little fuzzy. Steve still had his mix tape, and more importantly, he seemed to actually enjoy it. Score one for Munson. As Iron Maiden plays, Steve beats his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the drums and Eddie thinks he might actually melt right inside Harrington's car, a puddle of goo. 

His thoughts are cut off when a tickle starts to gently make itself known inside his head. His nose twitches a little, dimples appearing as he contorts his face to try and make the feeling go away. No such luck. The second he pulls out his trusty black bandana, he can see Steve shift from the corner of his eye. Eddie rubs the material against his nose for what feels like the twentieth time today, trying to either rub the itchy feeling away, or get it to crest. Either way, it’s taking longer than he’d like. Finally, after almost twenty more seconds of scrubbing at his twitching, runny nose, the guitarist's eyebrows knit together and the tickle ramps up. 

“hih’GXxt! ih’NKhht! h’nGXT’uh! …hih’ktschh! Jesus, sorry.” 

The last one sneaks up on him and he barely has time to aim it into the bandana that’s now on its  way back to his pocket. Glancing over, Eddie smirks a little, seeing the ex-lifeguard white knuckling his steering wheel. 

“You okay Harrington? Sorry if that was gross,” he plays it off, brushing his long curls away from his face. 

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry,” the guy clears his throat and stares forward. “Just surprised me, is all. I was zoned out to the music.” His cheeks are dusted pink and he licks his lips. 

“Right, okay,” Eddie drawls, wondering if this sudden confidence in his theory should be tampered down. But if his theory is wrong…the worst that can happen is an awkward laugh about it. And any kind of laughing with Harrington, even awkward, is a win in his books. 

Steve looks over, raising an eyebrow. “What’s with the sarcasm?”

“No idea what you’re talking about, babe.” 

It’s the second time he’s said it tonight, and well worth it for how bright the red blush is on Steve’s cheeks. He leans closer to the driver seat, sniffling innocently. He thinks he sees his hands tighten on the wheel. Eddie stays leaning a little closer on the armrest in between them for the rest of the ride, a few more sniffles escaping from him. 

Oh yeah, tonight’s going to be fun. 

+++

The second he steps out of his car, he lets out a breath and puts his hand to his face, swiping downward. Whatever tension between them that’s been building for a while; the teasing and nicknames and smirking, coupled with Eddie’s allergies are going to be the death of him. He’s fought monsters from a literal other dimension and lived, but Eddie Munson in his car with his big brown eyes, his snark and his allergies? Yeah, this is his last night on earth. Jesus. 

Opening his eyes, Steve tries not to jump a foot in the air. Eddie is standing right there, maybe half a foot away, looking at him curiously. 

“Are we going in or are we going to stand out here while everyone else orders,” the older boy nods towards the windows of the diner, where their friends can be seen sitting in a large booth. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Steve manages to throw a smile at him, then beelines it inside. Jonathan and Nancy are on one side of the booth, so Eddie and Steve squish in next to Robin on the opposite side. 

“Lucky I’m tiny, huh?” Eddie jokes as he looks at the laminated menu. Steve snorts, even if it’s true- the guy is tiny, but not in the weak and pitiful way, just in the lanky, hot way. Biting his lap at the thought, Steve forces himself to focus on the menu and not the fact Munson’s shoulder is brushing his own. As the group talks, Steve feels the weight shift against his shoulder, and glances over. 

Eddie’s rubbing at his nose subtly with his knuckles, and from here, having just barely an inch on the guitarist height wise, Steve’s just barely able to see his nostrils twitch against his hand. And oh shit, it hasn’t connected in his mind that this could be happening with them so close to each other until just right now. Eddie sniffles again, his eyes starting to flutter shut. A moment later he’s bringing his arm up to his face, pressing his nose and mouth into the crook of it. Steve loses all of the air in his lungs as the curly haired man turns away from Robin and closer to him, close enough his elbow is actually touching Steve’s arm. 

“h’gKXt! hih’kKGX’uh! ih’Kkt’uh!” 

Steve watches with rapt attention, not even noticing the others who; mercifully, are still talking, too engrossed in their conversation. Eddie slowly brings his arm down, then looks up at Steve, his already large eyes somehow bigger, and he blinks. 

“Sorry,” he sniffles a little obnoxiously, but Steve finds it endearing- even like this Eddie has to add some kind of dramatics. “They snuck up on me,” the man adds, finally reaching for his bandana. 

Feeling like he’s been electrocuted, Steve notices Eddie’s free hand; the one that’s not currently rubbing his nose in slight desperation, moves closer to his. 

“It’s uhm….you’re fine,” he croaks out, face feeling hot. Eddie smirks, he fucking smirks, and Steve’s eyes widen just slightly, body stiffening. 

“You know.” 

“Oh, I know Harrington. I’ve been trying to figure it out for a while, but I think this confirms it,” Eddie’s tone is teasing and quiet, but he doesn’t sound grossed out or disgusted. 

Watching him with eyes still big, Steve swallows, licks his lips, then smiles when Eddie gives him one of his dramatic, over the top, crowding your space looks. It crumbles quickly though, eyebrows knitting together again, and Steve suddenly has a front row seat to Eddie Munson trying to fight off another fit of allergic sneezes. The man doesn’t bring his arm up with time, doesn’t even bother with his bandana. Instead, the guitarist simply lowers his head, just enough though that Steve can still watch. 

“eh’GKxt!! ihKXxt! hhH! h’ihGKt’uhew!” 

Steve squirms just barely, the last sneeze as close to an un-stifled sneeze as he’s ever heard from him. The last part goes higher pitched, more vocal. Eddie rubs his nose against his bandana roughly; Steve can see how he’s rubbing the cloth in little circles, obviously trying to work out the tickle. 

“Bless you!” Robin chimes in and Eddie smirks at Steve behind his bandana, then turns to Buckley.

“Tha’gks. I uh…I might need to take a rain check actually, my allergies are bothering me,” his voice is anything but embarrassed, and Steve feels someone knock their foot against his. Steve nods, giving a sympathetic look, though not feeling sympathetic in the least. 

“I’m going to take him back, but you guys enjoy, okay?” 

A round of ‘feel better’s ring out from the other three, and soon the two are walking back to the car in silence, aside from the more frequent sniffles from Eddie. When they’re both in, Steve looks at him again. His eyes are a little red, but it’s his nose, his damn perfect nose, that looks like it needs attention. It’s runny and twitching and so very obviously allergic, and Steve is frozen, just staring. 

“You know Harri’gton, I’d be somewhat inclined to kiss you, if you asked…” he trails off, giving Steve the most cocky yet innocent look he thinks he’s ever seen in his life.

 God, kissing Eddie Munson. Four months ago that would have sounded like a nightmare. Now…..now he’s leaning forward, pressing his lips against Eddie’s, moaning quietly when the curly haired man nips at his lips. He pulls back abruptly, and Steve once again feels like he’s won the lottery, when he gets to watch Eddie now, unrestrained and obviously irritated. He scrubs at his nose, rubbing it upwards against his palm, creasing the bridge in a way Steve squirms at. 

“Dohhn’t cream your pants y-yet H-hh! Harrihhh-gKT! hih’ngKT! h’NXt! Harington. F-fuhhck…” 

Eddie’s nose is back in his bandana, being rubbed and wiped. 

“My place?” 

“God yes.”

[iwaizumis-bitch]

Hey can i have a headcanon with bokuto, akaashi, kuroo and atsumu x reader crying after first time sex because it's hurt too much?? Thx I love your writings <3

omg yes I can do that and ty for being my first request╰(*°▽°*)╯also im sorry i couldnt come up with anything good for akaashi so i hope its ok i left him out <3

Bokuto

You suck in a deep breath as he sunk the base of his dick into your virgin cunt. The stretch was unbelievable, you slowly rocked your hips back and forth trying to get accustomed to his width.

‘Can I start moving?’, he grunted, obviously restraining himself.

‘Mmph, yeah Kou’, you whispered brokenly, as he started to move inside of you, hitting all your sweet spots.

‘F-faster’, you whined, moans spilling from your lips as he started to thrust faster.

‘Fuck’, he muttered. ‘You feel so good around me’. Something switched in your brain as he said this, and you started to gush around him with a yell of his name.

‘Y-yeah baby, oh shit-’, he groaned as he came, slowly pulling out.

You hissed as he pulled out, feeling empty. You clenched, hoping to get some kind of sensation, but whining at the immediate burn. A tear slipped from your eye at the sensation, is this what happens when you don’t prep?

‘It burns, Kotarou’, you whimpered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

‘I’m sorry baby’, he whispered, lifting you up carefully and stroking your hair. He grabbed one of his t-shirts and put you in it, tucking you in and turning off the lamp.

‘It’ll feel better in the morning’, he mumbled, kissing your palm and snuggling into you.

When he thought you were asleep, he muttered out, ‘I love you so much’, pressing a kiss onto your shoulder which was enough for you to fall asleep peacefully.

Atsumu

‘That’s it, shit ya feel heavenly y/n’, the more experienced man moaned from above you.

‘Atsumu’, you sobbed out as his tip kept nudging against your already bruised cervix.

‘Gonna cum in ya’, he muttered, thrusting his hips up one last time, ejaculating all in you.

You were crying before you knew it, the ache in your core the only thing you could feel.

However, your sobs of pain quickly turned into sobs of pleasure as you felt your boyfriends warm mouth sucking on your nipple.

‘I was too rough on ya, ‘m sorry doll’, he whispered, mouth hovering over your own as he moved his lips to pleasure your neck, not stopping until you begged him too.

You went to the bathroom to piss, and when you walked back in the room, you were greeted by Atsumu, immediately wrapping you in a warm towel as he rocked around with you, stroking your back before placing you into bed and playing with your hair until you fell asleep

Kuroo

You were both virgins in this situation, so it wasn’t entirely his fault that he went absolutely feral once he was inside you.

‘Testu-’, you whined. It felt like your vagina was ripping in half as he assaulted it.

‘S-shit, kitten I’m-’, he stuttered, as he released himself, slowing down finally, pulling out slowly, loving the sensation of your walls clenched around him.

You had clearly underestimated when you said you were wet enough that you didn’t need lube as you waddled over to the bathroom to piss, crying at the burn.

You turned on the shower, waiting for it to warm up when Kuroo walked in. He picked you up when he saw your tears.

‘Are you okay?’, he whispered, worried eyes looking into yours.

You sniffled. ‘Yeah it just hurts a lot.’ 

He cooed at you as he carried you into the shower, placing you under the water as he grabbed the shampoo and started to scrub it into your hair.

‘I didn’t mean to hurt you’, he muttered, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on it.

‘I know Testuro’, you smiled as he placed a kiss on your forehead, holding you from behind.

[lexxiisstuff]

Hii may i request Kisaki Angst, where we had an argument before he went to mission then when he comeback reader died, mybe bcs his enemies attack the reader like tht...n lol regretful kisaki shshshs thank youuu btw i really enjoy your hanma storyy hv a good day

this hurt to write omg. Kisaki loml😭. Alsooo my first request ever btw so yay I'm really excited I hope you enjoy it <3 ( Also I'm sorry it's super short I have tons of assignments left and I'm trying to pace myself lol)

Warnings: swearing, death, fem reader

*************

𝑲𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒋𝒊

"Just stop for fucks sake!" Keisuke turned to glare at you and you winced. The two of you had been arguing for days and somehow still, neither one had felt like there had been any break through "God don't you have an off switch."

"Stop being such an asshole then Baji! I apologized more than once for coming to the warehouse! I know I'm not allowed there, but can you blame me, you've been acting different! You haven't been talking to me for weeks! I needed to know if something happened" You ended sadly. The only reason you went to that stupid hideout was to see if you could get some answers as to why your boyfriend had been so down and instead he'd seen you, grabbed your arm and dragged you out before you could talk to anyone.

"If something did happen it's none of your godamn business" He hissed. He knew he was being difficult but he didn't care. He couldn't care.

"How can you say that? How could you possibly say that after all the shit we've been through. All the shit you put me through. What the hell is going on with you?" You hated the tears that welled in your eyes. They made you feel pathetic. Weak.

"You. You're what's wrong with me. Save the pity party for later I have places to be" He grabbed his jacket and made his way to the front door of the apartment you shared.

"Keisuke. Wait. Please just don't go yet. Please" You couldn't help it. You knew whenever he walked out that door there was always a 50/50 chance he'd never come back "I'm sorry. I'm sorry okay. Don't leave angry. Just stay a minute"

"I don't have a minute. I especially don't have a minute to deal with whatever your problem is. I'll see you later" He heard your quiet sniffle and felt his heart tug.

"Okay I love you" You said it softly but he heard it and he promised later he'd make it up to you for not saying it back as he shut the door. You felt your heart dropped. He never ignored your I love yous . He'd never been able too and it that moment you felt the last of your hope deteriorate.

"Why don't you just tell her?" Chifuyu muttered. Baji had been in a mood the whole mission, he wasn't concentrating, barely present and had a permanent scowl etched on his features. They were just lucky he'd succeeded in doing what he had to do but Chifuyu had enough of his friends bitter moods.

"Because she doesn't need to know" How could he tell you that a month ago he'd accidentally killed an innocent. A girl who was your age, who had your hair color, your eyes.

"It wasn't your fault, Keisuke. She was collateral. She jumped in front of the boy you were supposed to kill" Chifuyu put a hand on the dark haired man.

"It was her brother" He said angrily.

"Who was a renowned drug dealer, rapist and all round terrible fucking person. She chose to die for him. Leave it at that. Tell y/n. The whole story. Before you lose her because of your stupid actions"

"Keisuke" Baji watched curiously and anxiously as his friend Kazutora stood silently in front of the apartment building.

"What are you doing here?" Kazutora frowned not knowing what to say.

"Baji listen to me I need you to sit down" Baji tensed. A chill sliding down his spine. Something wasn't right and unease curled around him like a blanket.

"What happened? Where's y/n? Is she okay?" He attempted to enter the building but Kazutora held him back shaking his head lightly.

"Keisuke there was an incident" Kazutora said softly "Some guys got into your apartment. Y/n was home. There were guns involved, man. She.. She didn't make it"

She. Didn't. Make. It "That's not fucking funny Kazutora. Move. Now. Before I make you"

His friend hesitantly took a step back and glanced at Chifuyu anxiously. Baji bounded up the stairs. His stomach clenching at the sight of the familiar apartment door. The handle broken. Mikey stood at the entrance.

"Where the fuck is my girlfriend? If this is some joke you, Kazutora and y/n are playing its fucking cruel. Tell her to come out. Right now"

"Baji. I'm sorry. I wish it was, man. Fuck I really wish it was. Four bullets to the chest. One to the arm. She couldn't have survived it. Some of the guys heard the gunshots. Alerted me and Draken. We knew this was your area, wanted to check things out but when we got here she was already gone. I'm sorry"

He couldn't breath. He shook his head repeatedly "No no no" He tried to enter the apartment, Mikey grabbed his arm.

"Don't put yourself through that. It's not a sight you want to live with"

"Don't fucking touch me" The apartment felt cold. Empty. Lifeless. His heart caught at the sight body in the middle of the room covered in a sheet he knew belonged on the bed. The bed the two of you shared. With trembling fingers he knelt down and carefully lifted the sheet and all of a sudden it was too much.

Grief washed over him in waves and he couldn't help the small sob that got stuck in his throat. "Y/n? No. Baby no. No no no. What happened? Fuck. Fuck I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. Oh God please. Please."

He cupped your cheeks and sobbed harder at how cold they were. And soon it wasn't only grief that washed over him but memories. Memories of you laughing at the lame pick up jokes he told you . Of you interlocking your fingers with his whenever you were in public. Of you snuggling in his lap whenever you were sad or stressed. Of you kissing away his worries.

"I love you. I love you so fucking much. I'm sorry I didn't say it back earlier. I'm sorry, I was a godamn idiot. But you knew right, pretty girl? You knew I love you" He cried into your hair. Shuddering at how still you were

He couldn't lose you. He couldn't do it. He couldn't live in a world where you didn't exist. He felt something inside him break. It could only be his heart. He heard the crack, felt the life inside him leave him slowly, almost like his soul was following yours.

"You can't go sweetheart. You promised to marry me" He wiped his tears but he couldn't help how hoarse he sounded "You're too young. You have too much ahead of you. Much more than the likes of me. God. Thank you for fucking choosing me though"

The last words he said to you rang through his mind over and over again "I don't have a minute. I especially don't have a minute to deal with whatever your problem is. I'll see you later" Fuck. Fuck. He felt like he was on fire. Like he was being suffocated by guilt, grief and anger simultaneously.

"Keisuke Come on. Come on" Kazutora grabbed him dragging him away from your lifeless form.

"She probably hated me Keisuke" He sobbed into his friends chest " She died not knowing I loved her. Not knowing because I decided to be a fucking asshole and not tell her"

"She knew man. She knew."

"It should have been me" Keisuke whispered softly "It should never have been her"

"It shouldn't have been either of you" Kazutora said vehemently "We'll find the fuckers that did this"

"I know. Because I won't die until I do" He would find them. He'd avenge you. Make those bastards suffer. And then he'd regret this day. Regret the choices he made because somehow he knew he was just as responsible.

[softsnzstuff]

I’ll take literally any form of Steddie (preferably maybe doctor au?) where they’re both sick and trying to hide it from one another! You’re amazing kb

Omg I love this concept. Been thinking all day about reasons for them to hide it from each other. Decided to make it established Steddie. Eddie is hiding his sickness because he is excited for an office Halloween party that he’s like the main man for. Steve is hiding it because he knows Eddie is excited about it. Robin and Nancy are knowing third parties lol 🤍 -KB

*****

The Hawkins Medical annual Halloween bash was something Eddie looked forward to every year. Although he wasn’t the one organizing the party, he certainly was the life of it.

Every year he went above and beyond with his costume, got a little bit drunk, and danced the night away with the staff. It was an ordeal time and time again.

It was for all these reasons that when Eddie woke up with a sore throat, a headache, and a sensitive nose; he ignored it. He could not be getting sick. Not tonight.

He got dressed-a Halloween sweater under his doctors coat with some black jeans. Looking over his shoulder, he made sure Steve wasn’t there. He dumped his coffee down the sink drain and switched it out for some tea in his travel mug.

Over in their en suite bathroom, Steve was pulling a similar stunt. He, too, had woken up feeling lousier than usual. He felt more chilled and hoped a shower would warm him up before work.

Much to his disappointment, all the shower did was make his hair wet and awaken the congestion that was settling in his sinuses. He got dressed as well, throwing a thick jacket over his scrubs before heading out towards the living room.

Steve cleared his throat discretely before speaking. “Ready to go Eddie?”

The older man nodded, swallowing a sip of the tea from his travel mug. “Yep! Got my coffee and everything.”

Throughout the drive to work, Eddie secretly hoped that Steve couldn’t smell that it was tea instead of coffee. Steve secretly couldn’t smell a damn thing.

Once at the office, they went their separate ways. A tickle had been building for Eddie since partway through their drive in, and he’d been waiting until he was alone to indulge it.

“IxxTCH! N’xxT! H’nxT …guh!”

“Hey Doc!”

Leave it to Robin to walk in on Eddie when he was in the throes of a sneezing fit.

“Bless you! Just wanted to say I’m beyond excited for the party tonight. You aren’t ready for my costume. It’s good this year.”

“Can’t wait to see it!” He smiled and took a sip of his tea, trying not to wince as he swallowed.

“Ooh that smells different! What is it?” Robin asked.

“It’s uh. It’s an herbal tea Nancy got me.”

“Smells fruity! Can I try some?” Robin reached out with her normal energy, but was taken aback when Eddie blocked it with his hand.

“No!” He said probably too quickly.

Robin feigned shock as Eddie sheepishly explained himself.

“Sorry Birdie. Woke up feeling sick this morning. I’d love to share my tea, but not my germs. Do me a favor though and don’t tell Steve? I’m too excited about the party.”

Robin nodded in realization and mimed zipping her lips. “Your secret is safe with me, but I want some of that tea next time.”

“H’ixxTCHU! snfsnff Deal.”

***

That afternoon, Nancy was standing at her desk that was connected to Steve’s. He was typing away at some chart notes, stopping every couple of seconds to sniffle thickly against his wrist.

She kept a careful eye on him, choosing not to say anything until she saw him pull his jacket tighter around his frame.

“You okay over there Steve?”

The man blinked at her a little confused, “What?”

“You seem cold and you’re awfully… sniffly.”

He blushed as he brought the back of his hand to his nose. “It’s just cold in here. Making my nose run.”

“Mmhmm. Sure.” Nancy replied sarcastically, glancing at the thermostat, “It’s 72 in here Steve.”

The silence hung in the air for a few seconds before Steve looked around to make sure Eddie was in an exam room.

“I think I’m catching a cold, but I don’t want Eddie to know. If he finds out he’ll get worried and he was so excited about the party tonight.”

Nancy just shook her head.

***

Even before they were an item, both Eddie and Steve tended to show up fashionably late to these parties. To no one’s surprise, this increased exponentially once they started living together.

Nancy, dressed as Wednesday Addams, grabbed some spooky spiked punch and made her way over to where Robin and Chrissy were dancing.

They were dressed as a witch and a zombie cheerleader respectively.

“Either of you hear from the boys?” She asked.

“Nah, not me!” Robin shouted over the music. Chrissy shook her head no.

“Wonder if they decided not to come? Steve said he was sick.” Nancy added.

Robin nodded, “Yeah Eddie sounded a little rough this morning.”

“Wait…” Nancy paused, “What do you mean Eddie? I was talking about Steve!”

“Eddie told me he’s sick but he really wanted to come and that I shouldn’t tell Steve.”

“Steve told me that he was sick and that I shouldn’t tell Eddie because Eddie was super excited about the party.” Nancy explained.

Chrissy laughed as all three of them connected the dots.

“Are you telling me that they’re both sick but completely oblivious??” The strawberry blonde asked.

“I mean…it sure as hell sounds like them.” Robin shrugged.

Just then, they both walked in. Steve was dressed as a vampire and Eddie was dressed as Slash. The pink tint was visible on Eddie’s nose, as were the tired rims under Steve’s eyes.

“Hey guys! How ya feeling?” Chrissy asked, trying to get them to come clean.

They both looked at each other, flustered for their own separate reasons.

“Uh *ahem* good SNF.” Eddie said.

Steve agreed, trying to avoid the consonants that made him sound congested. “Just peachy. Why?”

The girls all exchanged a look - an unspoken conversation happening with just the look of an eye. Robin was the one to bite the bullet and call them out.

“You doofuses know you’re both sick and hiding it from the other, right?”

“I thought I saw you shivering in the car! Why didn’t you say something??” Eddie asked Steve.

“ME?? What about you? You think I can’t hear you sneezing every thirty minutes??” Steve countered.

“Wow you two are dumb.” Robin teased, “Not to be your couples therapy but how do you really feel?”

Eddie sighed, “I’ve been sneezing so much my nose feels like it’s going to fall off…”

Steve followed suit, “I’ve felt clammy and feverish all day and I kind of just want to sleep.”

“Sounds like you’re both in agreement. As your PA, I recommend rest and some tea.” Nancy noted.

“Sorry guys.” Robin frowned sympathetically. “There’s always the Christmas party!”