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temporarywelcome · 25 days ago

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Turkey - Spencer Reid

Word Count: 2k

Summary: JJ's son, Henry, loves his Uncle Spencer and Spencer's girlfriend, so JJ invites the two over for some holiday crafts.

WARNINGS: some swearing? mostly just fluffyness

A/N: technically a continuation of my little "Smooth Criminal" series though this can 100% be read standalone. If you want to know why Girls' Generation is mentioned, perhaps read "Babysitting", tho you really don't need to

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Look, she didn’t hate kids.

She just didn’t like them.

Y/N didn’t hate Henry, but she wasn’t exactly a fan either.

Spencer adored the kid to bits, being his godfather, and as Spencer’s girlfriend, Y/N saw Henry quite often. She had won JJ over, another member of the BAU that was able to look past her sketchy past as a kleptomaniac. All that was left was Rossi.

Winning JJ over wasn’t as easy as Garcia, Morgan, or Prentiss. Hell, Y/N found getting on Hotch’s good side to be easier. She helped with a few cases using her knowledge from her life of thievery, helping them catch a few unsubs. Hotch didn’t mind her.

But with JJ? It took multiple days of babysitting.

And Y/N didn’t like kids.

But it paid off in the end, she could assume.

November had just arrived, and Spencer being the holiday fanatic he was, had their shared apartment decked for the season.

This was the most orange she had seen in a while.

This was their first November living together, so she let him have his fun, just like for October. Being the sucker she was, anything he wanted, she let happen.

But this time it was JJ who had a request for her. Well, both her and Spencer.

Like most days Spencer wasn't out on a case, Y/N had driven off to the FBI building's parking garage, sitting in her usual parking space to pick him up. She was exhausted from her own responsibilities at the theatre, busy at rehearsal for hours.

She was reviewing her lines, because she always took work home with her, tired and cranky as hell. She already knew Spencer was probably going to be equally tired and cranky as hell, and he was always annoying as fuck when he was, well, tired and cranky as hell.

Noticing Spencer approaching from the rearview mirror, Y/N grinned. She was already excited to just go home and cuddle in bed with her man. Her smile faded when she saw JJ walking next to him. Not like she had a thing against JJ, she just wanted to be in bed already.

Spencer slid into his designated seat in the front, but he didn’t close the door, “JJ has a proposition for us,”

“Does it involve a bubble bath and wine and then my nice warm bed?” Y/N deadpanned.

JJ, who was standing to the left of Spencer, answered, “Unfortunately no. However, Henry really wanted to do some holiday crafts with his Uncle Spencer this weekend but also wanted you to be there too, Y/N,”

She paused, shocked, “Me? Henry wants to do some holiday crafts with me?”

“Yes, he really likes you,” JJ replied, “And it would mean a lot to Henry and Will and I if you came.”

“Er,” Y/N scratched the back of her neck awkwardly, “I don’t see why not,”

Spencer’s eyes brightened, “Really?” he expected her to make up some lame excuse not to go, pleasantly surprised now. “Great! I-”

“Alright, g’bye, JJ,” Y/N grumbled, reaching over Spencer and closing his door, “Sorry, I��m exhausted and ready to bite someone’s head off,”

“That someone is going to be me,” Spencer sighed, leaning back in his seat.

“Oh, please, you’re always getting pissy with me when you’re tired-”

“Okay but you get pissy even when you’re not tired-”

“So we’re lying now? Okay, fine-”

“You two have fun,” JJ muttered, leaving them to their bickering.

It was like that for the whole car ride, which led to Y/N and Spencer grumbling to themselves and dramatically stalking off to separate rooms. Within minutes, they both felt like shit. And so Spencer scurried to run her a bath with those bubbles she wanted, and when he went to get her a glass of wine, he found her in the kitchen, making him a late-night snack.

They made eye contact, very well aware of what the other was doing. Y/N spoke first.

“You’re so fucking annoying when you’re tired, y’know?”

“So are you.” he shot back with a huff.

“Yeah, but you let all your crankiness pile up until you’re in my vicinity to let it all out on me,” she explained, still chopping up some fruits as she spoke, “At least I take out all my anger equally onto everyone,”

“How nice,” he rolled his eyes, “...I ran you a bath,”

“I made you a snack,” she held up a bowl of freshly cut fruits, his favorite kinds. He slowly took it.

“...I love you.”

“Love you too, fucking pain,” she said dryly, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before walking off for her bath, smirking slightly. That was usually how their arguments went.

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On Saturday, Y/N and Spencer arrived at JJ’s place at around noon. JJ was the one who answered the door, but before she could even greet them, Henry pushed past her.

“Y/N! Uncle Spencer!” He exclaimed. He was known for being extremely… loud. “You're here!”

“Hey, buddy,” Spencer grins, hugging back as Henry ran at him, “Of course we’re here,”

Once Henry was tired of Spencer’s hug he jumped on Y/N next. She choked, eyes widening before awkwardly patting the kid’s back. It was funny. She was usually the affectionate one and Spencer shied away from physical touch. But with kids, Spencer was always giving them love while Y/N was ready to jump out a window to get away.

“Guess what, Y/N?!” Henry said in his usual annoyingly loud tone, “I’m going to be in a Thanksgiving play at my school!”

When Spencer and Y/N had babysat Henry for the first time, Henry was a monster, and Spencer got overstimulated within the first hour. So Y/N had kept Henry distracted with her usual fix of Girls’ Generation and then put him on MTV for a while. Y/N had a career in the arts, and from what JJ has said, it seemed like Henry was becoming interested in it too.

“Oh, really?” she asked, ruffling his hair, “I did a few when I was in elementary school,”

Henry’s eyes lit up, “REALLY?! I’m just like you!” he then skipped off inside of JJ’s home. Y/N debated running off into the street.

“He really looks up to you,” JJ grumbled, clearly in a Don’t Mess This Up way.

“Me? B-But I’ve only seen him a few times,” Y/N scratched the back of her neck, suddenly feeling this responsibility (that she did not even want).

“Well, you made an impression on him,” JJ replied, “Now come on in. Will just made some lunch,” At the word lunch, Y/N was off inside the house and Spencer went to follow, JJ stopping him, “Did you two have the talk yet?”

His brows furrowed, “Like sexual education-?”

“No,” she couldn’t help but laugh, “The whole kids thing…”

Oh. That.

During that one babysitting adventure, Spencer had admitted to his girlfriend he had wanted kids, but didn’t think he would be a good dad. She had assured him, saying she was sure he would be a great dad and even said as a mom she would definitely pull as much of the weight as she could.

But she doesn’t even want to be a mom.

She only said those things to calm him down.

They had agreed to discuss the whole kids thing after, something they probably should have done before they got serious with each other. But never did. He was terrified, and he was sure she was too.

So they never did.

“No,” he looked down, fiddling with his fingers, “We have not,”

JJ sighed, “Reid.” Here we go. “You two have to talk about this.”

“I know,”

“Then why haven’t you?”

“I just…” he shrugged, still not making eye contact, “I don’t want to lose her,”

“Spencer, if you guys have different wants, no matter what happens, you’re going to end up resenting each other,”

She was right, and he knew that. He knew that if they didn’t have any kids he would probably start to resent Y/N, and if they did have kids, Y/N would probably start to resent him and the children, which he wouldn’t be able to bear.

But he won’t be able to bear losing her either.

“I know, I know… I’ll talk to her about it, promise,”

“No you won’t,” JJ shook her head with a sigh, and with that, she let him in.

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“I can feel you lookin’ at me, I know what you see. Any closer and you feel the heat,” Y/N and Henry were singing obnoxiously as they cut up little turkey body parts for a little arts and crafts project, sitting together at the kid's table.

Spencer, JJ, and Will were seated at the “adult” table, occasionally giving each other glances as they watched the scene unfold before them. The way both Y/N and Henry looked equally concentrated on their turkeys as they cut the paper, brows furrowed with tongues sticking out in determination.

“For someone who doesn’t like kids,” JJ mused, ��She’s good with them,”

“Yeah, because she’s like one,” Spencer scoffed, sipping at his coffee, “That’s like her third turkey,”

“He still hasn’t had the ‘kids’ talk with her yet,” JJ told Will, who tutted in disappointment.

“Do you gossip about me?” Spencer’s mouth dropped.

“A bit,”

“Wow,”

“To be fair, it was Garcia who told him about it,”

Spencer rolled his eyes with a soft chuckle, “Of course it was her. She blows up everything in my relationship,”

“She does it with love,”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah-”

“GIRLS GENERATION MAKE YOU FEEL THE HEAT-”

“-I hope it works out,” Will said, always the earnest one (also ignoring the practical karaoke in the living room), “I feel she’s good for you-”

“-AND WE’RE DOIN’ IT, WE CAN’T BE BEAT-”

“-Yeah, you need some fun in your life-,” JJ agreed with a grin.

“-B-BRING THE BOYS OUT-”

“-Sometimes it makes me want to scoop my brain out of my skull via my nostrils,” Spencer grumbled, wincing at the loud yell-singing, “I have to deal with this pretty much every day-”

“-WE’RE BORN TO WIN, BETTER TELL ALL-” The singing suddenly stopped, and a child plus an overgrown child scampered on over, showing off their turkeys.

“Look, Mommy!” Henry shoved one into JJ’s face, “It’s you!”

JJ surveyed the turkey with the colored in blonde hair with a smile, “Aw, it’s beautiful-” she paused, “...why does it look angry?”

“You get angry a lot,”

Will immediately covered his mouth to stifle a laugh.

“And I did you too, Daddy!” Henry handed Will his turkey.

“Why is his smiling?” JJ grumbled before laughing softly, petting her son’s hair.

“Because he smiles a lot,” Ah, kids with their zero filter.

“Look,” Y/N slapped down her turkey onto the table in front of Spencer, eyes bright like the overgrown child she was.

Spencer looked down at the turkey and grinned, already knowing exactly who it was.

“It’s you, pretty boy,” she said proudly, doing jazz hands like the theatre freak she was.

The turkey was definitely him, with a silly hairstyle colored in and some glasses, accompanied by a sweater vest.

“Why does my turkey have no pants on?” he asked like some art critic.

“Because it’s a turkey, I bet pants would be uncomfortable.”

“But glasses wouldn’t be?”

“The turkey won’t be able to see without glasses!”

He laughed, looking down at the turkey again. He complained a lot, he was well aware of it, however, there was nothing in this world that could make him dislike the woman in front of him.

And so he pulled her down, not bothering to stand, planting a kiss to her lips.

“EWWWWW!” Henry gasped, covering his eyes, “What are you DOING?!”

When Spencer pulled his lips away, Y/N smirked, “You should totally make a turkey of me now,”

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song is "The Boys" by Girls' Generation

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t-x-sc · 4 months ago

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This my first SC blog, this is where I'll be turning your favourite tumblr creators into smiling critters. I don’t know what I’m gonna do, probably do an ask the critters thing soon if I finish my characters.

Shout out to @smilingcrittersthingig and @rika1991tr for being a great friends and inspirational:3

You can join in the team by direct messaging me on what your tumblr character design details to be and hopefully I will be able to do it :3

Here’s the discord channel for this project , have fun! https://discord.gg/RCtXe37d

Below are the current characters and owners of the characters:

This is Z! He belongs to @its-your-guy-z (me :3)

He/him

Male

Meet Fluffyness! He belongs to @smilingcrittersthingig

He/him

Male

Introducing Scarlet! She belongs to @rika1991tr

She/her

Female

Meet Codey Cat! He belongs to @mateom31 @mateom32

He/him

Male

Codey also has an ask blog, so if you want to find out more about him, go ask him questions in his blog @askc0d34c4tver30

Say hello to Dayday! She is belongs to @daydreamer36S

She/they

Demigirl

oh and she's an otter btw

This is Cali Civet! He belongs to @kamaandhallie

he/him

Male

This is Silent Heart! he belongs to @ninjablasterzx

He/Him

Male

Say hello to Gummi Gummybear! She belongs @sourgummy.

She/They

Demigirl

Introducing Coffee Batytybrew! She belongs to @living-in-your-walls

She/Her

They/Them/Their

Gender Fluid

#smiling critters #oc art #tumblrxsc #sc art #tumblrcritters #sc oc #critter oc

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harufluff · 1 year ago

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hiii i just had a thought about jungwon🧍can i request for jungwon when he and you are outside and your hand feels freezing cold so won is like … “why didn’t you bring gloves with you” and you admit that you just wanted to hold his hand without gloves (maybe each person can share one of won’s gloves and hold hands with the ungloved hand) 🫶 thank youuu ❤️

AWWWW hold on wait. i hope i executed this well.

‘one for each’ yang jungwon

warnings - idk let me know if there is anything.

genre - fluffyness, jungwon x fem!reader, enhypen x reader, established relationship au

wc - 0.6k

‘let’s get some hot cocoa, babe!!��

jungwon enthusiastically says, while pointing out the hot cocoa cart with the little old lady along with another young women making and handing out warm drinks. you nod with a smile on your face as jungwon hooks his arm with yours.

how you got their in the first place is simple. you wanted to go to the park with your lovely boyfriend and walk around together.

as you walk up the stand and jungwon begins to speak to the old lady and ordering for you and himself.

‘babe, what would you like?’

your eyes dart up to his questioning face.

‘oh just hot cocoa, please.’

jungwon simply looks at the lady and she shuffles to the other side of the stand to prepare you your drinks.

he pulls you over, again by the arm, and the two of you sit down on the low metal fence separating the path from the trees.

‘are you having fun, love?’

his head tilts as he asks you a simple question. you nod at him with a small smile. thankfully you are so good at covering up the fact that you’re freezing your butt off.

his glove covered hand comes out of his pocket and is held out in front of you, offering you the option to hold his hand. why you just stare at his hand with wide eyes, you couldn’t say.

‘are you ok? why are you just looking at my hand.’

jungwon says with a laugh. his eyes turning into crescents quickly.

'uhm...i dont want to hold your hand.'

you say while looking in his opposite direction order to shield yourself from the soon coming teasing. but all that happens is silence. jungwon doesn't say anything. and when you look back at him to see the cause of his sudden silence, all you see is the boy you love pouting at you.

'why?'

he asks sweetly. you give in and go in for a hug. your arms hook around his waist and his body stiffens in response. why did you not want to hold his hand? was it sweaty? did you not love him as much anymore??

as the overthinker he is, his brain went into a spiral of negative thoughts. but then he thought of your hands. his eyes widened a bit and he put his larger hands on top of your bare ones.

wait…no gloves? is that what it was?

he pried your arms away from his waist and put your cold hands on his checks. your face turned into a surprised expression as you tried to pull you hands away from his face.

‘jungwon? why are you doing that!! my hands are freezing!’

‘exactly. that’s why i’m doing this.’

faint blush spread to your cheeks as he leaned his face further into your touch. suddenly your boyfriends eyes opened with a small smirk on his face.

‘here.’

he says before taking one of his gloves off and putting it on your hand. honestly your hands were too small for them but warm none the less.

he took your ungloved hand in his hand that also didn’t have a glove and kept walking still waiting for your hot cocoa.

‘so how did you forget your gloves exactly? i mean i did leave them right by your scarf which you are wearing…’

he said with his smirk growing more than before. you kept silent while walking straight along with him.

‘are you sure it wasn’t for another reason other than forgetfulness?’

at this point you were already a tomato. no questions asked.

‘ok fine i just wanted to hold your hand. it’s not the same with gloves.’

he just kept walking with a smile.

‘two hot cocoas?’ the lady yells out.

‘well now, there’s one for each of us. let’s go get out drinks.’

©️harufluff 2023

haru’s note 📝 - look, ik it’s summer but it’s ok cause i finally finished it after too long.

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starlightrosa · 6 months ago

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Hey! I got one for digital circus! If you’re not wanting to do it thats totally cool!

With Caine being AI and not having a previous life outside the circus, I think he would be rather confused and intrigued by tickles once he found out about it. And knowing Caine, he’d probably wanna test it out on all the circus members just cause their reactions would be amusing to him and fluffyness would ensue!

That is all, have a wonderful day Lovley!

Smile For Me

Summary: Caine's a bit fed up at the fact that his circus crew just will not smile. So he takes it upon himself to make them smile, and along the way, he finds out some very useful information about each of them.

Word Count: 2.2k words

Warnings: censored swearing, Caine is a teasy AI, cute alert.

A/N: ahhhhh nonnie i'm so sorry this is late! I've been so busy, and then I got sick which took me out for a while :( thankfully i'm no longer bedbound and managed to complete it this morning <3

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Caine was a bit fed up today. Everything just seemed so dull. His circus cast weren’t having fun at all. His adventures weren’t being well-received, and everyone just seemed so gosh darn grumpy! Caine tried to get everyone used to the circus when they first arrived. He assumed wacky fun was how to make anyone laugh or even a smile to appear on their faces. But Caine didn’t hear a single giggle from anyone, nor see a grin. And it was starting to frustrate him.

Sure, he might only be some lines of coding and a program within a game, but why was it so hard to bring smiles to these kinds of people?! Something had to give, and Caine pondered this even as he worked on his top secret project in the Void, his Wacky Watch beeping occasionally to track the crew’s movements, ensuring they were staying in the bounds of the circus. And luckily, they all were.

Maybe it was the project annoying Caine, but his fingers twitched as the AI pulsated with extra energy. This sometimes happened, but it felt worse this time. He needed a way to get out this jumpy energy, so out of impulse, he left the project alone and teleported into the tent. Right near Ragatha, who was walking by.

“RAGATHA!”

The doll screamed and hit the floor pretty hard, landing with quite an audible ‘OOF!’ noise. Caine gasped and flew to her side, the AI checking if she had been hurt.

“Gracious, my dear! I’m so sorry if I startled you! Are you hurt? Oh, what am I saying? You hit that floor most hard indeed!” Caine rambled, his gloved hands softly checking for sore spots.

“I’m fine Caine, plehease just- AHAHAHA!” Ragatha squealed, as she felt Caine poke into her side, right above her hip. Caine retracted his hands.

“Is that a sore spot? Oh dear, Ragatha! I’m so very sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

“No, no. You didn’t hurt me, Caine.” Ragatha assured, biting her tongue against further giggles.

“Well, then… what was that noise that left your mouth, if not a pained noise?” the ringleader asked.

“Oh, I’m just kind of ticklish there, Caine. You got me by surprise.” Ragatha explained. Caine blinked, taken aback. A question mark appeared out of the top of his head to further display his utter confusion. That was a word he didn’t know.

“Tick-lish? Tick-uh-lish? What is… what is tick-lish, Ragatha?” Caine asked, sounding the word out slowly, to try and get a deeper meaning of it.

Ragatha sighed, a small smile pulling at her mouth. “Okay, so the plural is called tickling. Basically, you touch someone and if it makes them laugh, it means that they’re ticklish. And when it comes to tickling someone, you can try mostly anywhere. There’s different tickle spots for any person, if they are ticklish. Like a person’s sides, hips, ribs. Anything, really. It just kind of differs between different people.”

Caine could feel his digital fingers wiggling on instinct the more that Ragatha explained to him. It sounded fun, plus it sounded like a surefire way to make someone laugh! Which was exactly what Caine was after when it came to his circus crew.

“Might I tickle you, Ragatha?” Caine asked, his voice very blunt and to the point. Ragatha’s smile turned wobbly as she softly held her hands up in front of her.

“Caine, don’t be silly. I-I’m not ticklish.” she lied. Caine didn’t believe her at all.

“My dear, you just told me you were. I don’t think lying to me is going to get you very far.” he said, even as he snapped his fingers. His ringleader outfit changed to a cowboy outfit, complete with a digital rope appearing in his hands. He lassoed Ragatha like a cowboy and pulled her into his arms, the ringleader holding Ragatha in a soft hug, her back pressed against his hip as his gloved hands snuck along her back.

“Yee-haw! I got me a ticklish dollie in my hands! Whooooo, boy!” Caine cheered, his AI voice switching to a Texan accent very briefly. Ragatha pursed her lips hard against the laughter bubbling in her throat.

“Y-You sound rihidihiculous, Cahahaine!” Ragatha teased, wriggling softly in the ringleader’s grasp. Caine gasped in mock offence.

“Oh, how very rude! Why, such rudeness is not permitted in my circus!” Caine declared, as his hand that was not holding the doll squeezed into her left side. “Is it ticklish here?”

Ragatha gasped and clamped her hands over her mouth, muffled giggles going into her hands as she closed her real eye, the button one remaining stubbornly open. Her shoulders bounced softly as she fought to keep her laughter quiet. Caine’s eyes shone a little. There was some laughter, that he coaxed out of the ticklish ragdoll. Good gracious, finally!

“Why, your laughter is sweeter than angel food cake!” Caine stated. Ragatha couldn’t exactly blush, but she felt her face grow warm all the same.

“Hahaha, Cahahahaine! Lehehehet gohoho of mehehe!”

“If you say so.” Caine said, letting her go as requested. Ragatha sighed as she dusted her dress off. She really had not expected that to work. She thought for sure that Caine was just going to ignore her and keep tickling.

“This is most intriguing. I must go test this on the others!” Caine said, his AI mind buzzing with theories as to the other members’ tickle spots.

“Go do that. But leave Pomni alone. She hates being touched. Like, she really hates it.” Ragatha murmured softly.

Caine could see she wasn’t joking and he nodded. “Alright. I shan’t touch Pomni. But the others are fair game, right?”

Ragatha nodded, and Caine’s eyes shone with mischief. “Lovely. Bye now, Ragatha.” he said, flying through the circus, on the hunt for another circus member to tickle silly. And then he saw a purple ear disappear around a corner, and he chased after it.

“Hey, Jax!”

The purple rabbit turned around. Upon seeing Caine, he looked very irritated. “What do you want, Caine?”

“I want to ask you something, Jax!” Caine said, adjusting his gloves a small bit as he looked upon the taller one.

“Which is? Make it snappy, I’m a busy guy.” Jax responded.

“Are you ticklish, Jax?” Caine asked, his mismatched eyes focused entirely on Jax’s face. Of all the things Jax was expecting Caine to ask, that most certainly was not one of them.

“Uh-“

“I take it that’s a yes!” Caine said. “So now I’m gonna tickle you.”

“Oh, no the (SPROING!) you’re not!” Jax called back, running off. Caine flew after him, the ringleader chuckling mischievously.

“Running was a bad idea, my friend! If you just stayed still, this would have been so much easier~”

“(HONK!) YOU!” Jax shot back even as he turned a corner, panting softly as he turned his head, rapidly looking for somewhere to hide. But to his dismay, when his head turned back around, Caine flew towards him and trapped the rabbit in a tight backwards hug.

“Gotcha, Jax!” Caine declared, his fingers immediately going to work, spidering up and down Jax’s sides. Jax spluttered out a string of incoherent curses before the bunny fell into laughter, squirming desperately in Caine’s arms.

“CAHAHAHAINE, STAHAHAP!” Jax cried out, hiding his smile. Caine saw him doing this and tutted, the AI chuckling to himself.

“Let me see you smile.”

“CAHAHAHAINE, YOU LITTLE (SPLAT!)” Jax cursed. Caine sighed. How rude.

“Now, is that any way to talk to me? Where’s your manners, Jax?” Caine asked, one hand grabbing Jax’s hands and pulling them away from his mouth.

“CAHAHAHAINE!”

“Your laughter is oddly endearing. I think I may just have to tickle you forever.” Caine stated clearly. Jax spluttered in protest.

“FOR (DOING!) SAHAHAHAKE, STAHAHAP!” Jax pleaded. Caine chuckled and let go of the rabbit immediately. Two down, two to go. He wasn’t going to touch Zooble or Pomni, so that only left Gangle and Kinger.

“Where’s Gangle and Kinger, Jax?” Caine asked, still feeling that ticklish itch in his fingers. Jax scratched his head a bit as he calmed down from the giggle fit that Caine had unceremoniously shoved him into.

“And why the (SPLAT!) should I tell you?” Jax asked defiantly. Caine just shrugged.

“If you like, I can just tickle you again, since you seemed to enjoy it~”

“Uh, I think I last saw ‘em chatting to each other at the main stage.” Jax said, immediately spilling to avoid a round two from Caine. Caine was a good tickler, and Jax didn’t exactly want to get on the wrong side of that again.

“Good. Alright, bye.” Caine chirped, twirling his cane as he went to go find the last two at the main stage.

Kinger and Gangle were engaging in a conversation about bugs it seemed. Gangle had on her tragedy mask again, and Kinger was talking about butterflies.

“-See, Gangle, there are about 17,500 species of butterflies known to us, 750 of those species in the United States alone. This one is a tiger swallowtail, or known to us as Papilio glaucus, native to eastern Northern America. You can recognise them by the black and yellow marking on their wings!” Kinger rambled, getting a bit lost in his insect hyperfixation while Gangle let him carry on.

Caine came up and waved to them. “Hello, you two!” he greeted. Gangle squeaked and her hands instinctually came up to cover her face, while Kinger turned around.

“EEK! Oh, h-hi Caine…” Gangle murmured.

“Hi, Caine.” Kinger greeted. Caine flew down to meet them.

“What are you two doing on this fine day?” Caine asked.

“Oh, I was showing Gangle my butterfly collection! I have tiger swallowtails, skippers, metalmarks, monarchs. You name ‘em!” Kinger chirped happily. “Anyway! How can we help you?”

“Are either of you two ticklish?” Caine enquired.

Gangle squeaked and hid her face deeper in her ribbony hands. Kinger hummed and then nodded, not seeming to catch the teasy tone in Caine’s voice.

“Well, we both are, yes. Gangle more so than me. But why do you ask?”

That was all the answers Caine needed. He grabbed one of Gangle’s hands and one of Kinger’s hands, gathering them in the same hand to hold them each tightly. Preparing to go for Gangle first, he chuckled as he softly began to spider along her ribbony stomach. But to their shock, Gangle squealed and wrapped herself tight around Kinger’s abdomen, already squirming a little with anticipation. But then Kinger started to softly laugh.

“Hahaha! G-Gahahangle, stohohop! Thahat tihihickles!” Kinger pleaded softly. Caine begun to have an idea. If he could play his cards right… he could tickle them both at the same time.

Kinger or Gangle? Kinger… or Gangle? Hard choice. But considering Gangle was right there… yeah, she would work.

Caine chuckled mischievously as he switched his focus to Gangle, walking his gloved fingers along her ribboned hands. The red ribbons she was made of felt soft on his hands, and the giggles he heard from her indicated that Gangle was feeling all of this as well.

“C-Cahahaine! It tickles, it tickles!” Gangle squealed out. Caine laughed along with her as he kept up the tickles. Kinger was getting tickled too from Gangle’s wriggling, which ended up tickling him.

“Who knew you two were so ticklish?” Caine teased, smirking. He didn’t even have to tickle Kinger, Gangle was doing that for him!

“GAHAHANGLE, STAHAHAP!” Kinger cackled, the two falling back onto the floor. Caine followed them down and kept tickling Gangle, which caused the poor ribboned miss to laugh harder. Which in turn meant more squirming. And THAT meant more tickles for Kinger.

“I CAHAHAN’T!” Gangle argued. “AHAHAHA! CAHAHAINE!” she screeched. “NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!”

“Oh, not here? Not on your ticklish little ribbon legs? Why ever not?” Caine asked, where he was tickling the backs of Gangle’s ribbony knees. “They feel so soft here! I could tickle them forever.”

“PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHO!” Gangle shrieked, squirming for all she was worth. Her high pitch laughter intermingled with Kinger’s deep chuckles, creating a melody of laughter that Caine adored.

“Hah! Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” Caine said, gently letting go and helping Gangle unravel herself from Kinger. Caine felt happier seeing his circus crew smile, if only for a fleeting moment.

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Caine grinned, that ticklish energy in his hands finally dissipating, with the ringleader making to leave. Only to be caught by Kinger’s hold.

“Uh-uh. What about you, Caine? Are you perhaps ticklish?”

“Preposterous, Kinger. I am just AI. Lines of coding. Impossible for code to be ticklish.” Caine declared, trying to put on a bravado. In truth, he didn’t know. But by the look on Kinger’s face, he was going to find out one way or another.

“You sure about that, dentures?” came a voice from behind him. Caine was filled with a sense of anticipatory dread as he saw Jax and Ragatha slowly approaching, their hands outstretched and wiggling. Kinger grabbed him and hoisted Caine in the air, as the circus crew took their places around him, ready to all rally against the ringleader. He gave them laughter, so they were gonna dish it right back.

“Now, let’s be reheheasonable here! P-please! PLEHEHEHEASE! WAHAHAIT! JAHAHAX! RAHAHAGATHA! KIHIHIHINGER, GAHAHANGLE STOHOHOP! NO NO NO NOHOHOHO!”

#rosa writes fics #tadc tickles #lee!ragatha #lee!jax #lee!gangle #lee!kinger #ler!caine #we keeping to the canon that pomni hates touch with anyone she don't trust #tadc tickle

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bordysbae · 2 years ago

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could you please write a fanfic where y/n gets really sick, maybe she even passes out? and mark takes care of her until she feels better, like he makes her soup, cuddles, holds her hair back, and other fluffyness

“i’ll kiss you even if you’re sick”

mark estapa x fem!reader

warning: vomit, cursing, not proof read

also i think i used this gif already but there’s like none of mark sooo

you stir awake, immediately noticing the empty space beside you in bed. you rub your eyes and begin to notice the familiar things in marks room, which slowly brings back memories from last night.

the boys all decided to have a hang out, and of course being one of the girlfriends, you were invited. you all went out to a new restaurant in ann arbor and afterwards went back to nolans place. at nolan’s you started to feel quite sick, so you told mark that you’d catch an uber back to your dorm but he immediately shut that down.

“babe no, you’re coming back to mine.” he said, as he grabbed his phone from off of the living room table and stood up. you sighed and stood up from the couch, following marks actions. he explained to the rest of the group why you guys were leaving so early, as you ordered an uber for you both. once you guys made it back you both crawled into bed and called it a night.

you don’t feel much better, if anything you feel worse. a sudden nauseating feeling rushes over you, and you bolt out of bed for the bathroom. you make it just in time to the toilet, where you begin to vomit, drawing the attention of ethan who’s leaving his bedroom.

“oh shit! you okay?” he asks as he quickly rushes over to the doorway of the bathroom.

“uh, yeah,” you manage to get out, still with your face in the toilet bowl.

“let me get mark,” he says as he scurries to find mark. mark comes rushing in and holds you hair back for you, while gently rubbing circles onto your lower back. you eventually feel a little better and mark helps you get cleaned up.

“babe you’re so pale! go back and lay in my bed, i’ll bring you some medicine,” he says, as he takes your hand in his, and leads your now weak self to his bed. you shuffle around gently, still uncomfortable due to the sick feeling in your system. you hear the bedroom door open and a shuffling noise coming towards you, and you open your eyes to see mark with water and pills. you smile up at him, appreciative of his kind gesture.

once you take the pills mark gets in his bed next to you and plays with your hair, meanwhile whispering sweet nothings in your ear. your eyes then begin to feel heavy, so you shut them allowing yourself to rest. when you wake up the next time, you’re awoken by the same nausea from earlier. you jump out of marks bed, accidentally waking him in the process. he instantly gets out of bed and follows you to the bathroom, only to see you in the same state as earlier. he sighs at the sight of his sick girlfriend, and holds your hair back for you again.

“babe, i think we need to go to urgent care,” he says, kissing the top of your head as you flush the toilet.

“what? no way! i’m fine babe,” you say, standing up way too quickly for your weak state. you suddenly get a rush in your head, and next thing you know mark’s holding your body in his arms, as he sits on the bathroom floor calling out for ethan.

“ethan help! she passed out!”

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“well, looks like the only diagnosis we have for you is food poisoning,” the urgent care doctor says.

“is there anything you can prescribe her?” mark asks, standing next to you in the small room. he has your hand in his, and he’s rubbing his thumb atop yours.

“yes, we’ll give her antibiotics. she’ll need to take the medication twice a day for a week. if she’s not feeling at all better by then, definitely come back,” the doctor says, and you nod. the doctor leaves for a few minutes, leaving you and mark alone.

“thank you for taking so much care of me mark,” you smile up at him.

“of course, that’s my job!” he smiles back before leaning down to kiss your lips. you quickly turn your head to avoid his kiss, making him gasp.

“i threw up like an hour ago! no way am i letting you kiss me!”

“oh, y/n. i’ll kiss you even if you’re sick!”

“i’m not letting you. let me brush my teeth first,” you chuckle, making him groan.

“whatever, it’s your loss. you’re missing out on free kisses!”

“since when do i have to pay for kisses?”

“starting now, since you dodged mine,” he pouts jokingly, crossing his arms and huffing too.

“oh you’ll be fine estapa.”

#mark estapa #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa blurb #mark estapa x reader #michigan hockey #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #umich hockey #ethan edwards

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yoitsjay · 5 months ago

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Hi! I can't remember if I already did a request, so here I go 😅

A Hunter x female reader where the reader has a sensory disorder, causing them to be really sensitive to loud noises, bright lights, weird textures, etc.

Bonus points if you can work it in that the reader walks on her toes to avoid feeling the floor when she's overstimulated

Thank you for the request!

Sensory Overload

Pairings: Hunter x Fem!reader

Summary: you and Hunter get a bit overstimulated while shopping for rations.

Warnings: nothing major, fluffyness

Word count: 1k

You were the designated Bad Batch comforter and healer. You were force sensitive but you weren’t qualified to be a jedi because of some mental and physical disorders you had, so instead they taught you medicine, and put you with the bad batch. To them they had just discarded you, but to you they placed you with the best men you had ever met, one of them specifically you ended up falling head over heels for.

You and Hunter had so much in common, you understood him deeply, especially when it came to his senses and getting overwhelmed and overstimulated. Sometimes on those days, you and Hunter would find all your comfort things and you’d just cuddle up in his bunk and watch holofilms to help calm down, but more recently, after the fall of the jedi, you hadn’t had much time to do your routine decompress, so Hunter was especially tense, and you were getting close to that point.

You were doing some shopping together on Ord Mantell, getting some more rations with the few funds Cid gave you. You never thought very highly of her, and would love to just hit her in the face but that probably wasn't good for business, not if you needed any form of credit just to survive.

You and Hunter had your pinkies interlocked, since holding hands and then getting all sweaty which you and Hunter both disliked, so you settled for holding pinkies instead. You noticed a fabric booth as you walked, and had dragged Hunter towards it for a moment, gently brushing your fingers against the softer fabrics that you enjoyed, before accidentally touching a fabric you were trying your best to avoid.

felt and velvet.

as soon as those textures brushed your fingers you yelped and yanked your hand back like you burned it. This gross feeling enveloped your body, and it made you nauseous. You pressed yourself against Hunter, resisting the urge to gag. Your sudden movement however, seemed to cause a chain reaction as the shopkeeper had jumped back in surprise and dropped something heavy, which knocked into something larger which fell onto something else that caused a loud noise to flood your ears.

You winced, and moved to cover your ears, trying to hide yourself against Hunter as the marketplace vendors started shouting at each other. Hunter wrapped his arms around your body, squeezing you gently before picking you up in his arms. The loud noises were getting to him too, so you settled for whatever rations you got and Hunter carried you out of the loud markets, and back to the serene Marauder. “Shh shh- you're okay.” Hunter whispered, setting you down on the ground as he led you to the bunks.

You were tensed up, and flinching at every little touch, until you had felt Hunter’s skin against the skin of your thigh. You sighed, and your shoulders sagged slightly as Hunter removed your boots and socks, and other loose pieces of clothes that had started to bug you, and instead wrapped one of your comfort blankets around your shoulders, pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

“Sorry Mesh’la.” he apologized, but you simply shook your head, pulling him into your arms. “Not your fault.” You muttered, pressing your face into his chest as he just held you.

You and Hunter stayed like that for a minute before he pulled away when you did. You were still overstimulated, but you could form coherent sentences, and you weren’t freaking out nearly as much anymore. “shower?” You asked him, another little routine you shared when you and Hunter started dating. When you and Hunter were overstimulated, and after your little cuddle sesh you would go share a hot shower, and the steam would relax the both of you.

Hunter nodded, pressing a kiss to your head again before he stood up, and walked to the door of the bunk room. You removed the blanket, shivering as your bare feet touched the floor. You tried not to let the rest of your foot touch the ground, and wobbled a bit as you stood on your toes, shuffling towards Hunter with a small smile.

You both made your way to the fresher, which was unoccupied, and you slid inside and closed the door whilst Hunter turned on the water and let it heat up a bit so it could start steaming.

The shower definitely was the perfect thing to calm your nerves, and when it was over and you and Hunter were dressed, you started to walk on the ground normally, well- as normally as you could without wearing your socks since the ground was still cold.

Hunter went into the cockpit while you rushed off, grabbing your socks and sliding them on, as well as a clean pair of pants before joining Hunter in the cockpit just as Tech, Echo and Wrecker got back to the Marauder.

“the marketplace is chaos, what happened?” Echo asked, and you giggled softly. “I touched the dreaded velvet, and kind of sparked a chain reaction.” You answered honestly, offeringEcho a sheepish grin. He sighed, and shook his head as he sat down in his chair, turning to look at you and Hunter.

“Well, are you two okay though?” He asked, and Hunter nodded. “I think so, if not a bit overstimulated… But we’ll be fine.” He answered, reaching out to hold your hand as you curled yourself up in your chair, smiling.

Echo sighed, but nodded. Relieved that you were okay now, and managed to avoid most of the trouble. But now you had a new mission to focus on, so as Tech lifted the ship off of Ord Mantell you enabled the masked mentality you had, where you suppress your disorder, or tried to anyway for the sake of the mission.

Hunter did a similar thing, pushing away his overworked senses, now just focusing on what laid ahead as Echo briefed them on the mission.

You spared a glance out of the window, eyes widening as you saw the marketplace and the shambles you had left it in, some of the booths were on fire, others had been completely broken down as people were fighting. You snorted, shaking your head as you turned to Echo, tuning into the briefing.

All because of velvet… cursed fabric.

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Tag List:

Hunter tag:

All tag:

#fanfiction #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #the bad batch #hunter x reader #hunter x fem!reader #star wars the bad batch #star wars

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dungeon-meshi-tournament · 1 year ago

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Of course asking people which monster they find more fuckable is a good way to get them to say funny things, so I got a lot of funny comments on the Most Fuckable Monster in the Dungeon Tournament. So as usual, I compiled a list of the ones I liked best, ordered by the poll they were commented on. Enjoy!

Barometz vs Dryad (round 1 part 1)

dryad boobs in my mouth please please please you're nothing

Man-eating plant vs Mandrake (round 1 part 1)

getting my dick digested by a pitcher plant

its what laios would have wanted

Skeleton vs Dullahan (round 1 part 1)

why is the armor sweeping?? how are ya'll planning to fuck the armor??? at least the skeleton you could like wedge a vibrator or fleshlight into the pelvis. I forgot this is the celibacy site and fucking is not a real physical thing on here

fools do not see the eroticisim of plate armor

Phoenix vs Harpy (round 1 part 2)

harpy has a tits out kinda look

Griffin vs Hippogriff (round 1 part 2)

Me at first: really? You’d fuck the horse? Me, remembering the barded penises of felines : no wait you’re right

White dragon vs Red dragon (round 1 part 3)

It's canon that white dragons fight furiously while red dragon is the equivalent of that blue hands dinosaur in Prehistoric Planet

white dragon is cuntier somehow

Treasure insects vs Succubus (round 1 part 3)

another tits out kinda look

normal poll matchup. normal poll. do people want to fuck a succubus or inch long insects. who will win

Huge scorpion vs Huge spider vs Mimic (round 1 part 3)

What you do to the mimic is hidden from the eyes of all

The mimics got that dog in it

dark souls mimic resemblances have me thinking unwise

something about the mysterious air around the mimic

Golem vs Ice golem (round 1 part 4)

Same deal but one freezes ur junk off I think the winner is clear

Gargoyle vs Hag (round 1 part 4)

..abusive mother kink????

Familiar vs Jack Frost (round 1 part 4)

familiar is customizable 👍

Doppelganger vs Demon (round 1 part 4)

That stupid sexy cat simply slays too much cunt

Hippogriff vs Fish-man (round 2 part 1)

no offense to my buddy fish-man but that hippogriff is too majestic

Living armour vs Undine (round 2 part 2)

One if the extras has a really perturving bit: Undines fed by consuming liquids with mana. Holm mentions regularly feeding it BODILY FLUIDS.

is wearing living armor anything

White dragon vs Green dragon (round 3)

she made that dragon sooooo cunty and for what

Cockatrice vs Demon (round 3)

you should've put the slutiest picture of the demon. to remind everyone that ryoko -sensei is down BAD

no one: ryoko kui: i am going to make a lion demon that is SOOOOOOO [redacted]

everybody vote for demon! a vote for demon is a love letter to Ryoko Kui

I do find it funny we're blowing the demon whore moments on like, the cockatrice matchup

This manga is so slutty and yet so tasteful in it that you can't really call it anything but great in every aspect of its eroticism

Mermaid vs Harpy (quarter finals)

i am so mad rn. a mermaid !? more fuckable than a harpy!? for shame tumblr for shame

White dragon vs Succubus (quarter finals)

Dragon fluffye!

Chimera vs Mermaid (semi-finals)

sorry mermaid. falin fucks supremely.

sorry falin. gotta stand up for my fellow merfolk here

a vote for chimera is a vote for lesbians

Succubus vs Demon (semi-finals)

Not even the sucubbi stands up to the limitless demon sexo

if you think about it. the succubus can turn into the demon's many forms

Chimera vs Demon (finale)

fags and dykes fighting to the death over this one

Listen man. Even if I'm gay I understand why Falin is winning but- Consider that the demon knows your exact wants and desires and could satisfy your sexual needs perfectly. Also when he's buff and humanoid near the end

either of them deserve to win but demon sweep because that fucker showed up in a dream to me once

teef!!!!

VOTE FOR DYKES. VOTE FOR SLEEPY GIRLS. VOTE FOR SHARP LITTLE TEETH

Mermaid vs Succubus (battle for the bronze)

mermaids can't lose to magical mosquito people PLEASE

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #most fuckable monster in the dungeon tournament #funny comments

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sreppub · 5 months ago

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imagine the title of Robin comes with the ability to fluff up your hair when perturbed like a Ghibli character*. All Robins can do it, yes even Mullet!Dick.

(imagine little Damian’s hair fluffing up trying to look angy)

That’s why Robin!Steph’s hair is so big, she is always low key annoyed by Bruce and it fuels he hair fluffyness (or something something her hair’s so big because it’s full of secrets something)

* https://www.reddit.com/r/TopCharacterDesigns/comments/1c1g7im/studio_ghibli_hair_doing_the_thing/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=mweb3x&utm_name=mweb3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

they're just fluffy little birds! no way around it

#srpbreplies

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briskalishous · 6 months ago

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You guys, my brain took like from April (I think) to finish this piece. I don't remember the inspiration making this, but it's part of the redesign I'm doing for a fanfic and just in general fun fluffyness becuz this fandom gets too sad sometimes. This was supposed to be done some time ago, but mental health got in the way and also the fact I didn't like the initial final sketch, so I started over, took me some time. And bruh if that wasnt enough, the app I'm using also kept corrupting or losing sketches so I don't have everything together to show the process. But anything is better than nothing. Also, please don't mind the shading, I'm still figuring out light placement and layering, especially on mobile.

Anyways, here's the final product!

I saw some funny sketches of Alastor being carried all the time so I made a funny headcannon that he likes to be picked up or is indifferent to it, just as long the hand and body placement is appropriate with certain people (others that are close have more leniency). I don't really have a story here but I like to say that this trio hug happened becuz it's one of those once in a blue moon family get together where Husk and Alastor aren't in a powerplay and are actually enjoying each other company with Niffty being a small adorable grandma making sure her boys are okay and slightly disturbed/amused by her antics and stories.

With Husk, I kept him somewhat true to his character design, just changed outfits and details on his persona like his symbols, marks, and colors. These symbols will be emphasized in another fanart I'm cooking up. I also placed "brands" that symbolize his deal and ownership status with Alastor. These brands, instead of being actually branded on his person, are branded on any piece of clothing he wears as long as they are visible (shirt, pants, hats, etc). One is on his collar shirt, which equals to Alastor and another on his wraps on his feet of his own Overlord status. In my rewrite, I have it that in order for Husk to maintain his deal of keeping his power is to keep running his business of gambling but with restriction. I have a lot more to write about this, but I'm saving it for his redesign posts in my redesign series. Also, a funny lil hat on the side becuz it's part of his getup that got knocked over in the hug session.

With Niffty, I was going to keep her the same, just some extra bug detail to her person, but I scrapped it off. Instead, I have her as a hybrid of a poodle dog and bug. She and Alastor have a bumpy first introduction becuz of her dog hybrid side, but eventually, they worked it out in a weird, chaotic coworker/roommate relationship. More on that on her redesign post soon. She also has a brand of Alastor’s ownership over her on her apron. She doesn't have much on her appearance but her personality and chaotic mindset makes up for it :3 She's the same crazy lil lady, but with some common sense and sort of old lady behavior from her.

With Alastor, I changed his hair from my redesign, but I think I'm still going to change it with every drawing I do, so it's not permanent. He also has a brand, just not visible, unlike Husk and Niffty. This isn't from his choice of wanting to hide that he's owned but from his owner that nothing should be given away from his disappearance to not ruin his mission. However, there's still that hidden joke that every time Alastor walks, he will feel that brand on his hoof so that no matter where he goes, he is reminded of where he stands. He doesn't look gray here like in his redesign due to the lighting, but I like to say that it will probably change to another headcannon. For instance, depending on how 'human' he feels at the moment, his features and skin color will change. When he's not all powered up and feels at peace, he's more soft and human looking despite his reputation and animal characteristics. But when's he's powered up or is threatened, then his 'humanity' is zapped away, turning his look more demonic/inhuman/alien. I'm still playing with this headcannon, so I may scrap or add on to this.

That's all I have to say for this piece other than I'm proud of the coloring and how soft this looks :D

Here's the process that I could find:

This is from the old sketch. I also had it colored it out and in process of shading but it got eaten by the app so yeah :')

Here is the final process! I changed the positions, the wings and tail, and redid Niffty's design.

#alastor #fanart #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #headcanon #redesign #hazbin husk #hazbin niffty #fluff #fucked up family dynamic here but itll be explored #silly goofy mood #this made me smile

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augustinapril · 2 years ago

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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲 || Steve Harrington

Synopsis: You love Steve Harrington with all of your heart, you just hope he knows that. And he does, but It wasn’t until Steve witnessed you with his son had he realized just how much he loves you back.

Warnings: gn!reader, descriptions of food and eating, descriptions of reader feeling lonely, fluffyness.

A/n: Some of this is inspired by jade (luveline) so you should definitely follow her if you already don’t. <3. She got me hooked on Steve as a dad so here’s some of that. She also mentioned steve in a headband so that’s in here too. Proofread by @elemental-of-magic !!

Wc: 4.2k

REBLOGS APPRECIATED <3

The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the small space of your bedroom, being one of the first things you sense as you begin to wake up.

You turned slightly in your sheets, shirt twisting uncomfortably around your sunbathed body.

You kept your eyes closed for a few minutes, relishing the serenity of the early morning before sitting up and readjusting your t-shirt. You could tell it was old because of its faded texture and design. It wasn’t as soft as it was when you had first gotten it.

There were a series of soft footsteps outside your door, making you try to rub away the tiredness lurking behind your eyes just as your bedroom door was carefully inched open with a quiet creak.

You could see a few small strands of wavy brown hair falling in front of a familiar set of round russet-colored eyes. There was an excited squeak before your door was pushed open.

Sam ran across the little space left between your messy bed and the doorway, a blur of gray passing your vision when he jumped up onto your bed.

“Good morning, Y/n” he whispered, his quiet voice contradicting his excited demeanor. You smiled down at him and opened your arms, an invitation he easily accepted.

He curled up against the side of your body, snuggling into the heat your body radiated. “Daddy’s making breakfast for you,” He whispered quietly, "I need you to pretend to like the bacon, okay? He accidentally burnt it.”

You giggled at the thought of Steve’s panicked face when he realized that the bacon he was cooking wasn't the kind of crispy he was initially aiming for. Steve wasn’t a bad cook, he was actually quite good at it when he tried to be, but everyone had their bad moments when it came to cooking.

You could still hear him now, the slight sizzle of an ingredient you couldn’t quite place.

“I’ll make sure his feelings aren’t hurt because of his burnt bacon,” You reassured Sam, and he nodded to you approvingly before he squirmed out of your embrace, climbing off of your soft, sheetfed mattress.

“C’mon, we have to surprise him,” He continued his whisper, but you were sure Steve had already figured out you were awake.

There was a difference between whispering as someone who’s older and someone who’s a child; sometimes kids can’t quite reach the level of quiet they are hoping for.

You started unfurling yourself from your warm bedding and scooting off of the mattress. Your bare feet hit the ground of your bedroom, making goosebumps spreadacross your skin at the contrast of body warmth and the cold, faux wooden flooring.

Your pajama pants helped just a little bit, the legs being longer than they should, leaving a small pool of fuzzy cloth to surround your feet when you stood up.

Sam wrapped his small hand around yours when you began to exit your room, the sound of a spatula scraping against a frying pan and the brief smell of eggs mixing with the essence of coffee.

Your apartment wasn’t very big, so you reached your kitchen in just a few steps.

You were met with Steve’s back, his broad shoulders wrapped perfectly in his tightly fitted blue shirt. He turned around at the sound of your light footsteps, the warm sun gracing the half of his face that turned in his direction in a soft, honey-colored yellow.

A combed headband kept his sun-dyed hair out of his face. You thought each strand looked like a series of golden threads.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Steve told you with a smile, the pet name making your face heat up. “Are you hungry?”

“Kinda,” You replied as Sam let go of your hand so he could sit back down at the cherry wood coffee table in your living room.

Steve had begun putting a few slices of warm bacon on a plate he had prepared before—and Sam was right, the bacon was burnt—along with a quick scoop of scrambled eggs and some hashbrowns.

Where he had gotten most of these ingredients, you weren’t sure, so you made a mental note to ask him about it later.

He brought the plate over to you, your cup of steaming coffee in the other hand, before he went to grab smaller plate, which you assumed was for Sam.

“Thank you,” You told him, your voice soft and full of love. You weren’t sure if Steve knew just how much these things meant to you. You’ve always been used to giving, instead of getting; yet here Steve was, showing just how much he cares through simple gestures.

It meant everything to you, and you hope Steve knows that.

“So,” He began, swallowing the chewy eggs he had put in his mouth earlier before finishing. “Today is quite the day.”

You grinned at him, “You said his game was at one?”

Steve nodded in confirmation, taking a quick bite of his bacon, a loud crunch following the motion, and quickly made a face of disgust afterward. “Maybe, don’t eat the bacon. . .”

You laughed at him, shaking your head as you started to tease him. “The rest of this is delicious, baby, but how did you manage to burn all of the bacon?”

Steve feigned a look of offense, “I cook you breakfast and this is how you respond?”

You know he doesn’t mean it, but part of you still questions whether you’ve hurt his feelings. He did spend time making all of this for you, waking up early enough to walk down the street to buy the ingredients because you know the eggs were the only thing you had out of everything he cooked.

Steve could read you like a book because it hadn’t taken him long to realize exactly what was running through your head, “I’ve never been good at cooking meat-related foods. They always vary in times and all sorts of other things to be cooked correctly—seriously, I swear there's like ten different ways to cook just one type of meat.”

You listened intently as Steve continued this mini-rant about how there are simply just too many forms of cooking when it came to carnivorous meals. Count on Steve to go on a tangent about things you wouldn’t originally expect a person to talk about.

He was interrupted by Sam, who had just finished his entire plate of food.

Sam was a food lover, that was for sure, especially when it came to grilled cheese; you’d need more than your two hands to count the number of times he’d asked you to grill one for him whenever Steve left him with you so he could work overtime.

Steve told you all the time about how much Sam loved how your sandwiches were cheesy but not overly cheesy.

“Is there any more?” Sam asked, holding his plate in his hands. Steve hadn’t been able to make a lot, not really expecting Sam to want more when he was given the normal amount he usually eats.

“Oh, sorry bubs—”

You cut Steve off, gesturing to your half-filled plate of lukewarm food with a gentle smile. “You can have the rest of mine.”

Sam beamed at you, giving a quick thank you before clambering onto your lap, startling you. You assumed Sam was just going to take the plate and return back to his previous spot, not turn you into a chair. You weren't going to tell him no, though. You'd do anything for this seraphic boy.

Sam took a hold of his small silver fork from earlier, placing his empty plate beside yours before eating what was left of your breakfast.

"You're still coming to my game today, right?" Sam asked you, his mouth full of eggs he had just stuffed in his mouth, making Steve reprimand him for talking with his mouth full.

"Of course I am, sweet boy," You told him, readjusting his position in your lap. His elbows were digging into your side. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Sam shrugged, taking a quick bite from the crispy brown hashbrowns, making sure to fully chew and swallow before taking it. "I dunno. Daddy says he wasn't sure he wants you to go because he says the boys like you more than him."

You smirked, your eyes drifting up to Steve who looked as though someone had told the world his deepest, darkest secret. He's just a little embarrassed. "Oh, is that so?"

"Mhm!"

Steve had gotten past his initial embarrassment before jumping to his defense, "I didn't not mean that literally! Seriously though, I swear those kids like you more than they like me. Do you know how many times a day they'll ask me if you're gonna visit at practice that day?"

You started to chuckle, a delicate sound Steve cherished but he still took the time to pretend umbrage that you were laughing at his incredibly serious feelings.

"Hey don't laugh! I'm their coach and they never get as excited to see me as they see you!"

You shook your head. "They see you every day Steve. They have a far closer connection to you compared to me, they only like me because I bring them snacks."

Steve rolled his eyes at you and crossed his arms, the sleeves of his shirt creasing around his slight muscles. "That is not true. They definitely love you for more than just your food, Y/n."

You shrugged, "Whatever you say, Harrington. You all done, Sam?"

He nodded at you and climbed off your legs, taking his plate to put it into your kitchen sink. Steve kept his eye on him, making sure he didn't accidentally drop the plate and hurt himself.

Then he noticed the small collection of dirty dishes he'd used for cooking, wincing at the sight. "I'll make sure to clean those once we get back." He looked at his watch before standing up. "Sam and I should probably head back home. The both of us need a bath and I may, or may not have, forgotten to pack extra clothes."

You nodded and stood up, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his body. Steve didn't even hesitate to return the embrace, laying his head in the crook of your neck. His hot breath fanned against your bare skin, making you shiver at the feeling.

He placed a gentle kiss on the skin between your shoulder and your neck, the feeling tickling your sensitive skin, making you giggle. You returned the gesture, pecking the underside of his jaw, his scruff itching at your lips.

"I'll see you at one," You told him, pulling him closer to you. Steve always thought you gave the best hugs; he said it was like being wrapped in the softest of freshly baked bread. "Love you, get home safe."

"Love you too," He tightened his arms around you as well before the both of you pulled away. Sam ran up to you, having already gotten his green dinosaur-themed shoes, the bottoms a flashing green from his running start towards your legs.

"See you later, alligator!" He told you, a phrase he'd learned from you a few months after he had learned how to talk.

"In a while, crocodile." You returned, ruffling the hood of his cotton shark pajamas. They were his favorite thing in the world and wore them almost every night.

Sam let go of your legs, Steve grabbing ahold of his hand as the two left your apartment. He made sure to carefully close the door behind him, keeping it from slamming shut.

You stood in your spot and stared at the door they had just walked out, suddenly cold from the lack of human presence in the room, and wrapped your arms around yourself.

You should probably shower too, you thought, quickly walking back to your room for a change of clothes.

———

The sun shining through the four white squares of your bedroom window was far brighter than it had been earlier, this time blinding in color instead of a peaceful shade of golden. It felt warm against the bare skin of your arms, the sleeves of your white shirt barely reaching the middle of your bicep, the sleeve flowing around your arm. It was accompanied by this soft knitted vest you thrifted a few months ago when you needed new clothes but didn’t have the money for actual clothing stores.

It contrasted your white shirt perfectly, the collar of the top placed around the neckline of your vest. There were a few different pairs of pants that went well with the top, so you just decided to go with the one that felt most comfortable to wear. You’d been wanting to wear this outfit for a while but you never had the motivation to put it on, but you thought you should look nice for one of Sam’s most eventful games of his season.

That’s what Steve and Sam told you, anyway. You didn’t know anything about baseball, and no matter how many times Steve tried to explain it to you nothing ever really clicked together. It was like a puzzle but many of the pieces connected everything was missing.

You lifted your non-dominant arm to look at your watch. 10:27 a.m. it read. You let out a huff, standing from your spot on your bed. You needed something to do before you exploded.

You walked into the bathroom and quickly check yourself over in the mirror. You noticed everything. The creases of your eyes, the way your nose stood out against the rest of your face, the redness of your lips from when you had been chewing on them earlier, and the dampness of your still drying hair. You had taken a rather long shower.

You weren’t sure why you felt like this today. There wasn’t really anything bad that happened today, but you felt anxious. There was too much space around you and nothing, no one, to occupy it. You felt pathetic. How was it so hard for you to handle being alone today?

You shook your head as if it would get rid of these thoughts, which made you notice the half-full laundry basket in the corner. You could attempt to do your laundry, you thought before realizing you can’t recall the last time you had washed your clothes.

You took two steps forward, your socks sliding against the pale tiles of the floor when you reached down and grabbed the handles of the basket, your fingers brushing against the series of holes that decorated its sides. You always thought the oddly shaped holes were like spots.

You were sure there were probably miscellaneous clothes scattered around the floor of your apartment, mainly in your bedroom. You exited the bathroom, quickly flicking off the light before walking over towards your room. You were correct. There were clothes on your floor, an old brown jean jacket dangling off the corner of your bed.

You picked up everything you could, placing everything in your basket and coming to the conclusion it was full enough to do a load. You were lucky enough to have your own washer and dryer, which were held in a small room near the bathroom. You turned on the light in the small room, strode towards the two square white machines, and opened the one on the right side of you.

Hadn’t taken long for you to put detergent into the machine, start the water, and then place your clothes in as the water ran. Once you started it, you realized this was only a temporary fix to your problem. Now you had to wait for the washer to be done.

Almost as if life sensed your slight distress, there was a loud knock on your door. You weren’t expecting anyone, making your anxiety spike for a split second before a familiar voice rang out from behind the slab of wood. “Y/n? It’s Nancy.”

You walked towards your door, opening it for the girl you had grown close to over the past decade. You thought she looked magnificent, having grown out her hair again, a mess of brown curls cascading down her back, stopping about halfway. “Hello, Nance. What are you doing here?”

She took off her shoes after she had entered, a pair of nicely kept white vans. How she kept them white, you weren’t sure. How anyone could keep their shoes white was a question you have yet to discover the answer to. “I got off work early and didn’t have anything to do,” She answered, placing her newly bought purse on the table in your kitchen. “Thought I’d come over here, chat with you. We haven’t been able to recently, and I’m embarrassed to say I miss your company.”

You smiled at her words. “Truth be told, I’ve missed your company too.”

She grinned, taking a glass from your cupboard and filling it with tap water, quickly noticing the collection of dirty dishes filling your sink and lingering around your countertops. “That’s a lot of dishes for one person,” She teased, knowing that many of these dishes were the cause of two other people. “Did you let Steve cook you breakfast?”

“How’d you guess?”

“You’re cleaner when it comes to the messy dishes,” She commented, “No offense to Steve, he’s a great cook, but sometimes when cooking unsupervised he struggles to grasp the concept of order.”

“Cooking takes order?” You asked her, striding to her side and staring at dishes in your sink. There was more than what Steve used this morning, some dishes from the days before you hadn’t taken the time to clean.

“It goes a lot nicer if there is a slight sense of order,” Nancy added, rolling up her sleeve and starting to run some warm water in your sink. “I’ll help you.”

“Oh, you don’t have to Nance—“

Nancy interrupted you, “I know I don’t have to but I want to. I wash you dry?”

“No seriously, Nancy, Steve said he’d wash them once he got back.” You informed her. You didn’t want your friend to do something that was gonna be done later.

She shrugged, quickly adding soap to the other sink before turning the faucet to run water on top of it. “It’d be better to get them done now anyway.”

You thought about it, realizing you weren’t going to be able to change her mind, so you nodded and grabbed a dish towel from the kitchen drawers right next to the sink. Nancy was a stubborn person, always had been. You wouldn’t be able to steer her from anything she’d caught scent of, which explains how she was one of the main editors in a really popular magazine. She wrote all sorts of articles about important events, often telling details of a story no one else had been able to get. You admired her for that.

Which reminded you of this article she was currently working on, “Have you been able to get anything else on that story on that house that burnt down? Do you know how the family’s doing?”

Nancy grabbed ahold of the plate Sam had eaten from earlier, holding the glass circle of red carefully before beginning to scrub away syrup residue still lingering. “Yeah. Turns out the fire started because a candle had been left burning overnight. Everybody was fine, including their dog, who was an absolute sweetheart. She loved me.”

You grinned, “I don’t blame the dog. You're a pretty lovable person.”

“Oh, hush.” The both of you laughed, talking about miscellaneous topics the entirety of the half hour it took you both to finish the dishes. The two of you went from the kitchen to the soft brown cushions of your couch.

“Wait, so your telling me Steve had a headband on?” Nancy asked you. Something about the look on her face made you think that she was probably picturing him with one of those chunky headbands instead of the one he had.

That thought made you loath, but you were he’d still look pretty cute with those headbands too. “Mhm. Sam walked me out of my room and there he was. It was a combed headband, though, but he looked quite adorable.”

“Oh I’m sure he just looked adorable,” Nancy laughed, shaking her head. She couldn’t see Steve looking cute in a headband.

You took a moment to look at your watch, realizing it was 12. You should probably eat lunch, and you’d know you’d have to leave soon so you could see both Sam and Steve before his game. “Wanna get lunch?”

Nancy looked at her watch and nodded, standing up. “McDonald’s?”

“Where else?”

By the time you both left the house, hopped into Nancy’s car, and got lunch; it was almost time for you both to leave for Sam’s game. It took you a second to remember where exactly you had to go. The both of you arrived there by 12:45, and Steve saw the two of you instantly.

He grinned from his spot at the side of the field, waving to you. He had the biggest smile on his face, his eyes closed because of the sun. You grinned, admiring him for a few seconds before you ran over to him.

You weren’t even standing there for a second before Steve wrapped his arms around your body, rocking your bodies side to side. “There you are, sweetheart.

You felt him kiss the side of your head, “Hello, Stevie.” You whispered to him, a giggle rupturing from your throat when you felt his scruff tickle your cheek. Trying to tug the sound from your lips once more, he nuzzled his head closer, making you try to squirm away at the feeling.

The two of you were interrupted by an excited shout a few feet away. “Y/N!” You pulled away from Steve, turning to Sam who was sprinting at you as fast as his legs would let him. “Y/n you’re here!”

You grinned at him, crouching down to catch him in a hug before lifting him up, not caring about the dirt that was probably transferring from Sam’s shirt and pants to yours. “I told you I would, Sweet boy.”

“Are you excited to watch me play?” Sam asked, his face full of anticipation for your answer.

His excitement always managed to bring a smile to your face that nothing else could and you nodded, “I've been looking forward to seeing you all day. Are you ready for your game?”

He nodded vigorously, “I'm way readier than anyone here! I'm a little scared, though.”

You were pretty sure ‘readier’ wasn't a word. “What are you scared about?”

“I really want us to win, and I don't want to disappoint anyone if I don't.” Your heart broke at his words.

“Oh, sweet boy. No one is going to be disappointed in you, I promise. Don’t ever think that.” You placed a gentle yet firm kiss against his head, reassuring him of the truthfulness behind your words. “Now you go have fun with your team, okay?”

Sam nodded when you placed him down, tightening his arms around your shoulders once more in a hug before he ran off.

———

Steve had never loved anyone in the way that he loved you; none of his past partners had ever treated Sam the way you do. Maybe it was because you'd known him since the day he was born or because you’d been friends with Steve since your senior year, but there was just something about you he couldn't have with anyone else.

You didn't define him by his seven-year-old son, never making a big deal when he had to cancel any plans on you because Sam had come down with a cold. Instead, you would show up at his small, two-bedroom house with homemade soup and some tea that was sweet and flavorful enough for a kid to drink.

He saw just how much you loved not just him, but Sam. The way you were tender with him this morning; let him hold your hand when the both of you walked out of your room, giving him the rest of your food because he was still hungry, returning whatever forms of affection he showed you with just as much love.

He also saw it just now, with how you didn’t even hesitate to catch Sam in a hug, kissing his head when he expressed his fear, the look on your face showing how the boys words affected you almost as heavily as they affected him.

Steve had fallen for you. Hard. He had this love that swelled every second he was around you, increasing in size and passion every time he felt the warmth of your body near his.

He swears he was gonna explode when he saw you cheer for Sam whenever it was his turn to play. Cheering louder than anyone on the crowd when he’d run from base to base, feeding the boy words of encouragement that fueled his reason to run quicker.

And he saw the pure joy on your face when his team had won the game. Sam had run towards you once more, yelling about how they did it, how they beat the game, and how happy he was that you were there to see him do it.

And the way you glowed in joy for him, telling him just how proud you were and he had played so well. Steve had realized at that moment, he didn't want anyone else but you.

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tan1shere · 9 months ago

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Look after you

Ellie Williams x female reader !

A/n: currently in the situation where I was slightly drunk earlier, my ass passed tf out for a good 4 hours 😭 but like I woke up and my head slightly hurts (I found out that I had spilt some of my drink in my hair- it was a night ill say that 😃) and it made me think how Els would be while taking care of her drunk girlfriend. Hope you guys like this regardless, I kinda made this more comforting as I need that right now fr 😔✊🏻

Summary: Ellie taking care of her drunk girlfriend, but why is she even drunk in the first place ?

Warnings: drinking, swearing ? Slight angst in a way ??? Mentions of depression. Just cute fluffyness tho :) - this is set in where they are still in that little town ♡

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The smell of alcohol was all that could be smelt in the small bar you and Dina were at. You two decided to go out for the night, the both of you getting absolutely wasted. When Jesse came to pick the both of you up he was shocked at the two of you for drinking so much. "You two are insane." He said as he walked with you guys. "I'm so sane." You'd slur. Which earned a hum from Dina. "I'm going to Ellies, later." You said as you stumbled off. You go over to her little garage of a home, just clumsily opening the door. Everything was spinning, your mind was so dizzy but oh boy did you feel good. As you enter you see Ellie on her bed reading a comic. She looks up at you. "Oh Jesus you look drunk as a skunk." She begins to get up. "I dunno what you're on about." You mumble, heading over to her couch feeling as if your legs were about to give out. She sighs. "Did Dina get this wasted too?" You don't answer only shrug.

She awaits for an answer when she hears giggling, she looks at you slumped on the sofa, laughing like a little weirdo. It only makes her smile tho. "Come on, let's get that makeup off." You look at her as she speaks. "Noo I'm comfortable!" You say, moving slightly on the old couch. "And I'm not taking 'noo' for an answer, I know you. You'll hate yourself in the morning." You groan, but still staying in your spot. "Don't make me come over there." She begins to walk over, when suddenly you feel a presence on top of you. "Ughhh get off." You weakly try to push her, this just makes her laugh. "That's cute. But don't make me have to bring it over here, I'll go into the bathroom and grab those cloths don't put it past me." She puts a finger in your face, you then look at it, going to bite it gently. "Ay!" She exclaims pulling it away. This makes those previous giggles return.

"You're such a fucking menace you know that." You hum as she says that. "You love my menaceness." She shakes her head at you. "That's not even a word, you drunkie." You open your eyes up fully to look at her. "Well I made it one." Ellie rolls her eyes at how silly that statement was, making her laugh once again. She gets up eventually going to leave for the bathroom. "Nawww." "Stop your whining I'll be right back." Your drunken mind finds that funny, starting to smile and giggle as you replay her words in your brain. "You loveeee when I'm whiney." She raises her brows, coming over to you with a warm cloth. "Don't start with me Missy." She says as she sits on the couch, moving your legs so they're resting on her lap. "You didn't deny it." You sing. "If you don't shut up now you really will be whining."

You give her a silly little glare. But it did make you shut up. She begins to bring the face cloth over your makeup, wiping slightly. You being your annoying drunk self goes to swat her hand away. "You little monster." "Hey! I'm not little." You huff, but she ignores all these antics going for your face again. "No. No touching, I'm not even speaking to you right now." Which puts a smile on her face because you were indeed speaking to her. "Is that so? May I know why?" You shake your head. "No, you figure it out since you're so big and smart." You huff again. "Cuz I called you little huh?" You just give her a look. "God you're pleasant when you're drunk." She says sarcastically. "Say you're sorry for calling me short and then you can do whatever it is you were doing." She gives you a be for real look, rolling her eyes with a shake of her head. Knowing you are drunk still, just going to do so anyways.

"I'm so very sorry I called you little. There." You ponder for a second. "Nope, didn't say what i told you to." This makes her let out a huff. Earning a cheeky smile on your face. "God you're trouble." "Say it." You giggle. "I am so incredibly sorry that I called you short. Happy?" She says. "Yes very." You could feel the tiredness taking over, she notices. "Come on, let's sit up." She goes to try and get you to do so, making you groan as your head started to hurt from the dizziness. Not long after she was done with taking your makeup off, going into the bathroom to put the cloth on the small railing she had. When you suddenly felt like- "Ellie.." You began. "Yes my drunkie." But she didn't realize you had gone serious as your tone was still slurred. She comes out to look at you. "Baby?" Her brows furrow. "I think I'm gunna-" you don't even need to finish that sentence before she's over there helping you up and into the bathroom where you immediately puke in the toilet.

The groan you let out makes her heart hurt as she knows you hate puking. She holds your hair back as you continue to chuck up your guts, feeling slight tears spring from your eyes. "I hate puking." She gets on the floor with you. "I know babygirl. I'm sorry I got home so late tonight, even tho that doesn't matter I should've gone down to see you." There was a silence as she began to stroke some hair out of your face. "Whyd you drink so much love." She asks softly, you just shrug in return. Honestly you don't know why. You'd been feeling a little off lately and you thought this night with Dina, having some drinks would ease the slight sadness inside you, but if anything it's made you feel worse. "Talk to me sweetheart." That makes you look at her, feeling tears again. This time they were genuinely sad ones, not out of pain from puking.

"I don't know whats wrong with me." You sob, one thing Ellie hates is when you cry, she just wishes she could take that pain away for you. "Nothings wrong with you my girl, nothing." She says, cupping your face gently. "I don't even know why I'm sad, i- I have no reason to be." You hiccup not only from the crying but also from the fact your still just a tiny bit drunk. Which makes her say this. "Why don't we talk about this when you're fully with it yeah? I think you've had a long night and rest is the best thing right now." You nod, agreeing. "I'm going to get you some water ok?" You let out a small mhmmm in understanding. Getting up with her. She walks you over to her bed, carefully laying you down on your side, brushing any loose hair out of your face and making sure your comfortable. She came back with a glass, getting you to sit up a bit and drink it. But you were worried to, as you didn't want to puke again.

"Drink it, please. You lost alot of fluids you need it." You know you do, but it wasn't easy. "I promise you won't puke, why don't you suck on some ice instead." This makes you feel happy inside. "Ice chips?" She smiles at you. "Ice chips." All you wanted was to give her a big hug and a kiss. She truly knew you and you couldn't thank her enough for being such a great girlfriend. "I love you Ellie." She grabs your hand smiling more. "I love you baby. Let me get the ice hm?" You nod softly at her words. As she goes to get it you sit and think. You really didn't know why you were so upset inside lately. Maybe it was the dull weather or another one of your depressive episodes. You did miss Ellie though, she has been so busy lately you feel like you haven't really been with her. Maria always getting her to go on patrols, poor Ellie never has a day off, even if she loves what she does everyone needs a break from time to time.

She comes back over with a tiny bowl and some small ice chunks. "Here you go pretty girl." You thank her going to suck on the first one. She sits on the bed just looking at you admiringly, putting any annoying piece of hair out of your face. "Els?" "Hmm?" She hums gently. "Why don't you have a day off from patrol baby." She softens her look as you say that. "Get Maria to ask someone else, you're always working your ass off." And it all clicked on why you said what you said earlier. "I'm so sorry." You get a bit confused by her apology. "I should've seen you were getting depressed again." That makes you look into your lap fiddling with your hands, but she grabs them. "Look at me baby." And you do. "From now on I'll take the breaks i need and to spend that time with you. I realize I do work alot, and I don't really need to- but I'll tell her that from now on." You nod.

"It worries me Els." She shakes her head. "I don't ever want you to worry about that-" "but it does baby. I see how worn out you are. Take tomorrow off, please?" Which she immediately nods to. "Ofcourse, I was going to anyway. Gotta look after my hungover girl don't I?" You smile at her. "I'm still sorry tho my love. I never ever want you to feel lonely inside, and seeing you cry earlier broke me. I hate seeing you cry." You hold her hand tighter. "I'll be okay, I've got my amazing protector." She smiles big. "Dina." You try not to let out a laugh at Ellies offended face. "I'm kidding I'm kidding." "You better be, I don't see her here looking after you, do you?" You smile more. "No. Ofcourse I meant you silly." She just smiles now. "Ok good, cuz I'm just that amazing." She says, putting her arm up showing her muscle. "And your protector." That makes you laugh more going to punch her arm. "You goofball." She gives you a small glare. "Ow that hurt." She tries to look sad but she immediately laughs, making you join in with her.

Ellie then wipes the left over tears from before. "So it's a plan, no more working overtime when I truly don't need to, and spend all that time with my special girl." Nodding, as you smile. "It's a plan." "Good." She goes to lean into kiss you but you pull back, leaving her stunned. "I have puke breath.." She just lets out a pft noise. "Good God woman, I've watched you pee and crap before, a little puke isn't going to gross me out, not to mention I literally watched you hurl." You playfully roll your eyes. "You're mad." "For you? Fuck yeah." Your smile hasn't been so big in a long time. You were glad to be back. And so was Ellie.

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