#sitting on the floor with a box of tissues and a blanket wrapped around you in complete darkness as you remember a traumatic event

[tendercoretroglodyke]

the thing they don't tell you about walk-in closets is how good they are for sitting in darkness when you have a panic attack and/or emotional breakdown

[harunovella]

get well soon; t.f.

synopsis: the day in the life of the fushiguro's... except you, mamaguro, is sick... cw: fem!reader, papa!toji x mama!reader, nothin but fluff, megumi's shikigami are so cute and are even cuter when they're conjured by a 5 year old, not beta read so sorry for any errors! I'm delirious rn wc: 1.2k+ an: jus a lil somethin cause I am currently under the weather and I want my fictional husband and son to take care of me

It was the softest thudding that had you stirring in your sleep. With the constant change in your body temperature, shivering in one moment, then sweating the next, you were at the point where you were about to give up on sleep. Dealing with the flu was the last thing you wanted to deal with... When was the last time you were this ill? You couldn't remember. You were the one who always cared for your husband and son, they were the ones who always got sick and you were the one who managed to dodge every virus that entered your home. 

Except this time.

Hearing soft whispers, a baby voice you recognized, followed by a deeper one, you tried making out what they were saying but it was too muffled. Feeling a slight shift on the mattress followed by something tickling your nose, your eyes fluttered open to the sight of a white rabbit. Blinking a few times, eyeing it with confusion, your vision cleared as your focus settled on the small flower held by the animal's teeth. 

A daisy? 

Removing the blanket that had you wrapped up like a burrito, you reached a hand out to gently pet the rabbit before grabbing the flower. Studying it, your eyes shifted towards the small animal as another hopped up next to it, carrying another daisy. Carefully sitting up, slightly groaning from the aches throughout your body, you noticed a dozen or so more bunnies that sat around the floor of your shared bedroom. All holding daisies by their little teeth.

Trailing them and noticing they lead out of the bedroom, a smile grew on your lips as your son stood there. His five year old self holding a bouquet of flowers, yellows and whites that caught your eye as your heart suddenly felt heavy. "Hi, Gumi..."

"Hi, mama," he waved, "papa said I have to stay here so I don't get sick, too."

Letting out a small laugh, you nodded. You definitely didn't want your little boy getting sick, too. "Was this all your idea?" You asked, gesturing towards all the rabbits that sat around your bedroom.

"Mhm!" He eagerly nodded."Papa helped me pick the flowers from the garden! I had my shiki..." Standing there, Megumi tried remembering how to pronounce the word he was looking for. His little eyebrows furrowed before he gasped and continued, "my shikigami! I had my shikigami help me bring them to you since I can't get close." 

Feeling your eyes well up with tears as your nose began to tingle, you reached for your box of tissues as you blew your nose. Your son was the most precious thing in the world... how were you so blessed to have a baby boy with such a beautiful heart like his? "Thank you, Gumi... Mama wishes she could give you a big hug and endless smooches."

Slightly blushing, Megumi looked away, "mama can do it when she feels better..." His little mumbled voice made your heart do things. Oh, how you hated being sick! You just wanted to grab your son and smother him with kisses! 

Sighing as you sat back against the headboard of your bed, you wore the softest smile as you eyed the flower you held in your hand. "Where's papa?" You asked.

"Was settin' up a tea for you," Toji said as he popped up behind Megumi, towering over his son as he held a mug in his hand. You couldn't help but chuckle at the sight: your boy matched his father, in similar white sweaters, black pants, their sock covered feet... and white face masks. Megumi got 100% of his DNA from his father, a pure carbon copy. Not that you complained, you loved that your son was his father's mini me, the perfect duo. Though, you were glad he had more of your personality than anything.

"What's so funny?" Megumi asked as he tilted his head.

"You two are so cute, did you purposefully match?" You asked as your son hugged the bouquet closer to his chest, his timidness kicking in.

Grinning, Toji used his free hand to pat his son's head, "it was this little bug's idea. He saw how I was dressed and grabbed his pants and sweater to match while I made myself coffee. Then he asked if we could pick some flowers for you from the garden."

Frowning, you coughed a bit before looking away, "I hate being sick... I want to hug you two so bad..."

"Ah, don't worry," Toji said as he carefully walked amongst the rabbits, handing you the mug as he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. The slight chill from the wedding band on his finger made you shiver as he checked you. "You're still a bit hot, but not as bad as last night."

"You don't think I'm really hot?" You mumbled with a pout, earning a laugh from Toji. 

He lowered his mask enough to kiss your forehead before he muttered, "you're the hottest woman alive" in your ear, earning a giggle from you.

"Papa! You can get sick!" Megumi called out as Toji sighed.

Stepping back and lifting his hands in defense, he shook his head, "my bad. Can't get sick or else Megs won't have anyone to play with him—"

"That's not why!" Megumi called out, causing Toji to smirk. 

"What? You won't be able to take care of your old man and your mom?" He asked as he looked at his son, Megumi's eyes widened as you lifted the mug to your lips to hide your smile.

"I'm too small! I can't reach the medicine shelf!" He defended himself, causing Toji to laugh as he walked over to Megumi and lifted him up, kissing his headful of messy hair.

"I'm just messin' with you, bud," taking the bouquet and walking back over to your side to settle them on your nightstand, you gave him a small thank you. "Don't forget to take your medicine, okay?" Toji nudged his head towards the pile of  on your bedside, cough drops and other products to help you recover faster. "We need you to feel better soon."

Saluting as you took the last few sips from your tea, you settled the daisy and brought one of the bunnies to your chest, "for now, I'll cuddle them since I can't cuddle my little Gumi bear."

"Wait!" Megumi exclaimed before he peeked over his father's shoulder. "Kuro! Shiro!" 

Watching as the pair of pups rushed in, you smiled as they instantly sat at Toji's feet. "Are they also going to keep me company?"

"Mhm!" Megumi nodded. "So you don't feel alone!" Gesturing for the pups to join you on the bed, you welcomed the pair as they cuddled against you. "They will also protect you..." he said as if it were something to keep hushed. A small giggle left you as Toji couldn't help but grin at his son and his pure way of being.

"Alright, let's leave your mother to be so she can get some more sleep." Toji said as he patted Megumi's back. "If you need anything, just call for me."

"Okay," you nodded as he took the now empty mug from your hand. "Thank you for everything."

"Always," with a wink, Toji walked away with your son in his arm, waving goodbye as you buried yourself deeper into your warm sheets and the shikigami that surrounded you.

[prettyforwoso]

Lay Back Baby

Lucy Bonze x Ona Batlle smut

Summary: Ona is staying home from training with the cold, yearning for Lucy's touch, she pushes the the whole day without, the second Lucy gets home, she knows what she needs.

a/n: Based on the large amounts of requests for this one !! hope you enjoy :) requests open

Ona awoke with a heavy sense of lethargy, her body feeling like a battleground between fatigue and discomfort. The room around her was dimly lit, the soft glow of daylight filtering through the curtains casting a muted atmosphere. As she blinked away the remnants of sleep, the realization of her sickness settled in, a weight on her chest that matched the heaviness in her head.

The air in the room felt stale, and Ona's groggy mind struggled to focus. Her and Lucys room, once a haven of comfort, now seemed foreign, as if the familiar surroundings had transformed into an unfamiliar landscape in the course of her nap. She gingerly sat up, her limbs protesting with every movement, and the blankets clung to her like an extra layer of fatigue.

Ona's nose was stuffy, her throat scratchy, and a persistent ache echoed through her body. She reached for the tissue box on her bedside table, a comforting ally in the battle against her symptoms. Each tissue she pulled out seemed to absorb a small part of her misery as she blew her nose, the soft sound a pitiful reminder of her unwell state.

Her gaze drifted to the window, where the outside world continued its oblivious hustle. The play of sunlight on the curtains formed patterns that danced in a rhythm detached from her own discomfort. Ona sighed, the sound a mixture of resignation and frustration, as she contemplated the tasks and responsibilities that awaited her beyond the confines of the couch.

She remembered how Lucy always took care of her when she was unwell – making tea, giving forehead touches, and saying comforting things. Ona scrolled through pictures of them together, smiling and happy. She sent Lucy a text, telling her how much she needed her right now.

Ona: missing you baby…

sent

Wrapped up in her blankets, she waited for Lucy's reply, hoping for some comfort. When Lucy's message came, it was like a virtual hug. Lucy promised to be home soon, and Ona felt a bit better just thinking about it. With the idea of Lucy's return from training in mind, Ona relaxed, knowing that love had the power to make her feel better even when she was at her sickest.

She peeled her body off the couch and headed for their bedroom, hoping to find a change of clothing, clinging to the idea that it might make a feel better to freshen up. She pulled out some sweat shorts and one of Lucys jerseys, desperate for anything from her, even just her smell.

Her legs led her to the kitchen, where she found herself making some toast, too exhausted for any sort of creativity if it included any sort of hard work.

She’s been sitting around all day, occasionally moving location to follow the days sunlight, but no amount of light would satisfy her intense craving for the touch of Lucy. Her mind wandered, the idea of Lucy laying her down and having her cum over and over, all she needed was for Lucy to be inside of her, and any kind of way, Ona was not feeling picky.

Her sudden burst of energy came when she heard Lucys keys in the front door. Her body was lifted from the bed out of excitement, her feet skidding on the floor as she ran to the door, jumping into the arms of her girl.

Lucy didn’t even have time put her stuff down, having to drop it to support Onas tiny frame, wrapped around her waist.

“Hey baby” Lucy says, gently placing her down.

“Lucy, I have missed you so much today” Ona says looking up at her, with the strong grip on the centre of Lucys shirt, scared by the idea of letting go.

Lucy leans down and presses a kiss on Onas soft lips, not worrying about getting sick, if anything, it would give them time off together.

Ona raised herself onto the tips of her toes, desperate to get the most of out Lucys mouth. She wraps an arm around her neck, pulling her closer.

“Oh, you really have missed me haven’t you little thing” Lucy says, breaking the contention.

Ona simply bites her lip in response.

“No baby, you are sick and need rest” Lucy tells Ona with the stern tone. Ona is in her lap, getting more and more needy by the second.

The pair have been on the couch simply making out for a while now, Ona in Lucys lap, as per usual, desperately grinding small on the tiny seem of Lucys pants that are rubbing on her needy clit.

“Lucy please” Ona begins the whining. “You can’t leave me alone all day, them come home and refuse to fuck me” she finishes with a mumble.

“I can when you are sick darling girl” Lucy delicately fights back.

“agh Lucy please, I’m all wet, and you’re the person I want to share that with” Ona begging is something that could almost get Lucy on her knees for the small girl.

Lucys body has a physical reaction to Onas words. A long deep breathe escapes her mouth and her eyes soften. “Your all, wet baby?” she says, trying not to give in to her racing mind when she quotes Onas words. “I don’t want to hurt you sweet girl”

Ona is quick to reply “You’re not going to hurt me Lucy” she says franticly trying to get the words off her tongue. “Just please open my legs and fuck me” She shoots Lazers into Lucys eyes “Please Lucy”

“Stay here for a second” Lucy says, lifting Onas frame off her and on to the couch, leaving the room and leaving Ona alone. She isn’t sure is her begging had worked out in her favour or not, but alas, she did as she was told and stayed on the couch.

Lucy is soon to return to her good girl. A strap in one hand, and a small dildo in the other. Ona has never been the type to be able to take anything big, and Lucy has never wanted to push her too hard.

Ona makes space for her on the couch and Lucy lays her body down, motioning for Ona to straddle her waist once more. Ona places her body weight down and leans into the lips of Lucy. Lucys hand wraps around the back of her neck not allowing her to leave the kiss until she was finished.

Lucy pulls Ona by the back of the neck away from the kiss “Baby my face” she begins “Come onto it okay”.

Ona doesn’t have to answer, she quickly pulls herself Lucy and starts to undress. “keep the shirt on pretty girl” Lucy instructs, referring to the ‘Bronze’ jersey that Ona wore loose on her shoulders.

Ona doesn’t need to be asked twice. She knows the way Lucy just gets weak in the knees at the sight of Ona in her jerseys. Something the possession it holds. Her name, on Onas back

Lucy manhandles Onas body to the way she wants her, before pulling her onto her face. Ona breath hitches at the sudden friction of Lucys nose on her clit. Onas bare bottom half finds itself begining to grind back and forth on the face of her girlfriend. With Lucys slick tongue exploring its way around Onas’s hole, Lucy finds that its just not quite enough for her. Lucys arms wrap around Onas spread thighs, digging her nails into her ass and pulling her down, forcing her to put all her body weight onto her tongue.

It usually takes a lot of reassurance to get Ona to fully place herself onto Lucys mouth, always being hesitant that she will hurt her somehow, but Lucy is always quick to deny that idea. Sometimes even having to go as far as holding her down onto her face with all her strength. Lucy fucking loves it. Onas’s thighs around her head, her slick dripping down her chin.

Onas getting good use out of Lucys noes, feeling the texture of her skin on her most intimate parts. Lucys tongue is venturing in and out, occasional pressing flat on her hole, catching all her leaking goodness, swallowing it with pure bliss.

The mix of Lucys mouth and her strong eye contract from beneath her, has Ona beginning to spiral. She knows she doesn’t need to communicate this with Lucy. Having been clearly aware due to the speed in which her actions were getting too. Lucys grip on Ona was pulling her even further with each second that pasted. Lucy could barely breath underneath her, something that hardly worried her, knowing how fast she could get to Onas high.

“Agh, yes Lucy” Onas frantic pleading has Lucy smiling against her. “Yes Lucy” her pitch gets higher at the end of each statement. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, telling out a smooth hum of a moan as she lets herself go into Lucys mouth, shaking her legs and squeezing them around her head.

Ona steals a breath from the air, moving herself off Lucys face and sitting on her clothed stomach. Lucy being fully clothed with Ona bare wasn’t a completely uncommon practice in the household.

“Ona darling help me put this on”. Lucy breaks the silence, referring the strap in her hands, passing it to Ona. She moves down Lucys body and kneels between her legs. She picks it from Lucys hands, fiddling with the harness and getting it around Lucys hips, covered by her boxers.

“You think you can take this one baby girl?” Lucy double checks, the strap is small, but so is Ona, and the last thing Lucy wanted was to push her when she was sick.

“Yes, ill be good” Ona struggles to get full words out, due to the pure bliss she feels, just looking at the toy in front of her.

Lucy takes the answer, tightening the harness to her waist before pushing Ona further down. “I was you back to face me while you ride my cock” Lucy says, in a gently demanding tone.

Onas bottom lip is swollen from all the bitting, Lucys voice and demanding tone, not helping the situation. Ona grabs a hold of Lucys thighs for balance, turning herself around and putting her legs over Lucys waist. Onas’s ass sits on Lucys stomach, Lucys hands find it almost immediately. She lifts herself up with the help of Lucys grip and hovers over the strap, nervous about letting herself fall.

Ona suddenly feels tired, worried she might do this the wrong way. She stays hovering for more than usual and Lucy begins to wonder the expression on her girlfriend’s face.

“Can you take it sweat girl?” Lucy asks again, in an almost teasing tone this time.

Ona doesn’t reply, beginning to squirm in her position.

“Darling, do you need help?” Lucy asks, caressing the skin of Onas soft ass.

“yeah”

“Lay back for me” Lucy pulls her back. “Come on, nice and comfy”.

Ona relaxes into the precents of Lucy, legs spread wide and open. Lucys hand sneaks under her and onto the toy, lining it up with Onas’s cunt.

“Look at me” Lucy says, turning Onas’s face to look her in the eye as she thrusts herself in, so slowly, so soft.

Ona’s gentle moan has her snuggling into Lucys grip. Lucys hands now holding Ona’s legs open as she slowly thrusts in and out, causing Ona to whine in her hold.

“Shh baby girl. I know you can take it” Lucy places kisses all over Onas red face. Her pace starting to speed up, much to the overwhelming pleasure of Ona.

“yes, yes lucy” Onas words come out more breathy and pathetic than intended.

Lucy legs go of one thigh to hold Onas’s face, looking down into her eyes, Ona looks like she’s been to a whole new level of pleasure. Eyes watering and checks red.

“Are you going to cum for me like this?” Lucy asks, already knowing the answer.

Ona can’t get words out, simply humming in reply as she begins to shake in Lucys grip. Lucy responses by going deeper, getting a yelp from Ona, who now finds refuge in the neck of her girlfriend.

“Let go baby” It’s all Ona need to hear before she is riding an absolute high, legs shaking and hips rocking, she floats to the point of pure stimulation, no longer feeling anything around her but the warm embrace of Lucy, who, without Onas’s knowledge had completely pulled out of her.

“Good girl, shhh baby, you’re okay” Lucy says, helping Ona gain control of her breathing and come back to the room, her mind elsewhere.

“sh sh sh, deep breaths” Ona’s breathing returns and she is turned over, chest to chest with Lucy who takes her hair in her hand, stocking her scalp with nothing but pure love.

“My good baby”

[sweet-villain]

Just A Cold~ E.M

Author's Note : why thank you lovely, you make my day too. I just got over the flu so this was a great idea to request me <3

Anonymous asked:

I had this idea and I was wondering if you could write it?

Eddie comes home to you sleeping on the couch wrapped up in a ovwrsized blanket. You could do it cuz you were staying up for him, or you could do it where you are sick and fell asleep while watching cartoons and there is medicine and tea or soup on the table next to you.

Your blog is amazing and you make my day ✨️

@ceriseheaven

Eddie walks through the doors of the trailer, ready for you to greet him with a big hug and a kiss and when you don't appear, he frowns as his eyebrows scrunch up together in worry.

" Sweets?" he calls out to you. His eyes fall onto the bundle on the couch wrapped in blankets with only your head popped out. He takes notices of the many cups near the sink filled with tea bags and medicine on the counter. He sees from one bottle, some of it has dripped and spots the spoon that you used.

There a few napkins on the floor around you. He takes notices of the TV running on commercials, chuckling to himself knowing you had stayed up waiting for him watching cartoons.

Why didn't you call him to tell him you were sick? He would of came home earlier.

He shrugs off his boots as he makes his way over to you. He kneels down on the floor on his knees as he brings his hand towards your head to feel if you have a temperature.

" Oh baby.." he says feeling your head is very hot. " My poor baby.."

He picks up the tissues on the ground, not really caring if they had your snot on it or not. He carries them to the trash before putting the cups into the sink and he would wash them later.

He looks around the medicine you have been taking.

A sound of your sneeze causes him to look up at and notice you sit up to take another tissue from the box near the floor. You groan as you grip your head.

" Sweetheart" you hear your boyfriend voice causing you to pause from taking the napkin. Your head turns to where his voice came from seeing him standing there with his hair tied back in a low bun, with his overalls on. There is grease on them and on his cheek too.

" How was work?" you ask with a small groan as you pull the blankets up to your chin. " Work was fine, why didn't you call me to tell me you were sick, baby?"

You shrugged, another sneeze and another groan.

" I called Steve, he came to bring me medicine. He wore like these big glasses and bandana over his nose and gloves too when he came in-"

Eddie shook his head as he cuts you off, " You called Harrington instead of your boyfriend?" he pouts as he walks over to you and kneels besides you.

" 'm sorry Eds, but I didn't wanna bother you at work" you brought the blanket down that he can see your pout.

" It's okay, sweets. Next time if your feeling sick, you call me. I don't care where I am at or what I'm doing. You're my priority"

" I love you" you tell him, a small cough comes from you.

" Have you had any food? Drank anything?" he stand back up with his hands on his hips. " I had some crackers and juice" you sniffled, wiping away with the sleeve of your shirt.

" Why didn't you call Wayne? Im sure he would of came over to look after you"

" I didn't wanna bother him, he's done so much for me already" you laid back down. " I wanted you, my pretty boy" he pauses in his steps when he makes his way back to the kitchen, his cheeks going red at the compliment.

" I'm here now" he says offering you a smile.

" Aren't you going to shower?" you ask noticing he was still in his work clothes. He glances down and shakes his head, " You're more important to me right now. I need you fed, taken your medicine, check your temperature and I need you in bed."

"But-"

" Just let me take care of you, sweets"

" Okay, but I was I was going to say that I can't wait till the day I get to marry you, Munson" you cough as you groan, gripping your head.

He turns to the fridge as he opens it, getting the things he needed to make you something to eat.

" Soon, sweets" he notices that you had fallen back asleep. He looks towards his closed door hoping that the box he has hidden in his drawer is still hidden.

He was planning to marry you the day he met you. You were the love of his life.

[pmak2002]

Just Being Here is Enough.

A/N mentions of struggling with Mental Illness Anxiety and Depression/ being overwhelmed

You were worried as you entered your boyfriend’s apartment. He hadn’t been answering your text or calls since he had canceled date night the day before. He had said he hadn’t been feeling very well and needed to rest.

He had told you not to worry and that he would make it up to you as soon as possible despite his hefty filming schedule. But you worried anyway and now that he hadn’t given you any updates since last night you knew you had to check on him.

The first thing you noticed is the dirty dishes in the sink and dishwasher. As well as empty takeout containers all over the floor.

As a normally tidy person it worried you seeing such a mess. There was also snotty tissues scattered around. You noticed the gunk in the tissues was green instead of clear a sign of a sinus infection.

You noticed the couch had empty tissue boxes and water bottles on the table next to the couch as well as more pillows and blankets than usual.

You moved through the mess to Timothee’s room. He was clearly not well and you knew he wouldn’t be thrilled for you to see him in a bad state but you worried foo much to care.

You knocked on the bedroom door carefully incase he was asleep. You knew it probably wasn’t locked but you wanted to be sure.

You hear Timothee groan and then his voice.

“Who is it?” He called weakly his voice sounding raspy and weak.

“It’s me I wanted to see if you’re alright.” You call back.

“Enter.” He says sounding less than thrilled.

You enter the room to find him laying with his face in a pillow and his curls are tangled and unruly. Despite filming Marty supreme and needing haircuts it seems he had possibly missed an appointment with Jamie. Seeing how long his hair had grown since his last cut.

You carefully approach him and rub his back. He sighs and rolls over. There is dark circles under his eyes, he’s pale, flushed and his eyes are red as if he’s been crying. You take your thumb and wipe a stray tear.

“Oh mon ange.” You coo.

“I told you not to worry. You didn’t have to come.” He says. You take your hand and rub his check. He coughs harshly.

“I couldn’t help it I know you’ve been doing a lot and..”

This brings fresh tears to his eyes.

“Oh Timmy baby what happened?”

“I started feeling really sick the other day I thought I was just a cold but it kept getting worse and then I was constantly on the move and doing things. I can’t keep up and my brain was screaming and I couldn’t calm down and…”

He’s really crying now. Tears and snot running down his face.

He sits up bawling and shaking. You immediately wrap your arms around him as he shakes.

“My darling boy you’ve been too much for too long. You’ll kill yourself if this keeps happening.”

You kiss his head and hold him tight the pressure from your embrace calming him down some.

“When was the last time you’ve ate, slept or showered?!” You ask worriedly.

Tim shrugs and wipes at his eyes.

“You definitely need a hot shower if you want to clear up this sinus infection did you visit the doctor at all?!” You ask as you pull away.

He nods

“I’ve only felt ok enough to take my med, drink, water and sleep. I took a bath the other day but I just couldn’t get myself up unless I had to use the bathroom or order food to eat. Everything hurts so I could barely stomach or swallow.” He explains.

You grab a tissue from the tissue box on his nightstand and hold it over his nose.

“Blow your nose. We gotta get that gunk out. Green means it’s infection.”

He nods and does as you instruct.

“There we go. That help?” You ask as you toss it into the trash and then head to wash your hands in the bathroom.

He nodded “my head hurts though.”

Frowns “all that pressure doesn’t feel good does it?” You say.

He nods slowly as if moving his head around hurts.

“I’ll start a hot shower. It’ll help clear it up and you’ll feel much better.”

You go to his bathroom and start a hot shower for him. Knowing the steam will help him with his sinuses.

Once that’s done you help him out of bed and into the bathroom. He uses the bathroom before you help him prep for his shower. Then you help him into the shower. Then leave him to let him clean himself up.

While he showers you set about cleaning up the house. Staring the dishwasher, throwing out the trash and endless tissues and empty takeout containers and empty tissue boxes. Then start a load of laundry.

You set up a grocery order of soups, crackers, water bottles, tissue boxes, and whatever else he might need or want.

Once it arrives you put away the grocery items and bring up some tissue boxes and a water bottle for him.

Later.

You help Timothee into a pair of warm pjs. Then help him brush out his tangled and matted curls.

Then You help him take his medication and give him the water bottle.

“Can I get you anything else sweetness?” You ask.

He puts the water bottle aside on the nightstand once he’s done with his medication and reaches up at you making grabby hands tears in his eyes again.

“Hey hey why the tears? It’s alright.” You soothingly as you crawl into bed beside him. He practically throws himself at you.

You hold him tight the way he likes to be held when he’s stressed or sick.

“Everything is too much I’m tired, I’m scared, I’m…”

“Oh Timothee. Sweetie it’s been too much work for you. You need to get rest and heal. You need time to breathe. No wonder you are so sick.” You slowly run a hand through his curls. As he cries.

“I’ll call and talk to Brian about a break for a little while you need it. Especially with how sick you are.”

He shakes his head. Then winces from pain.

“No I can’t I have to work, I have to work I can’t delay filming I can’t..”

“Timothee try to breathe you can’t keep doing this it’s inhuman to push yourself so hard.”

He shakes his head again but keeps crying.

You hold him and he cries himself to sleep in your arms.

You start humming as you hold him listening to his mouth breathing because of the sinus pressure and infection. You so desperately want to take away his pain, stress and the need for perfectionism but you can’t.

Later that day.

You call with Brian and the rest of Tim’s team to move his schedule around to give him at least a couple weeks off so he can recover and just be instead of constantly on the move.

Timothee sleeps throughout the day and you decide to spend a few days with him to make sure he’ll be ok.

You call your dog walker to take your German shepherd Kodak for a while. So you can focus on Timmy and help him recover and recharge.

You cuddled Timothee close and soon you fall asleep with him in your arms.

Later.

You awake to Timothee squirming In your arms.

“Hey what’s wrong?” You ask concerned.

“Antibiotics are messing with my stomach. Need the bathroom now!” He whined

You help him to the bathroom. Then go about cleaning the rest of the apartment and putting away the now clean dishes and moving the laundry into the dryer.

Once that’s done you get another water bottle and tissue box and head back upstairs and find Timothee back in bed. He immediately reaches out for you.

You put the items on the nightstand and then

You crawl into bed with him and cuddle him close and tight just the way he likes it.

“Can I get you anything else Mon Armor?” You ask?

He shakes his head and buries his head in your chest before yawning and mumbling.

“Just being here is enough Mon Ange. Thank you.

“Of course my love. Always.”

[bcyhoods]

can I request steve taking care of a sick shy!reader?

the universe knew i needed inspiration and they said BAM, now ur sick :P so essentially……..this is self-indulgent, i apologize in advance | 1k fluff, fem!reader

You’d first assumed that the itch in the back of your throat was trivial. The cold morning air had irritated your lungs before and it would usually go away within the first hour of being awake. But something about this particular itch could not be satisfied, no matter how many times you’d cleared your throat or how much water you drank. Then your nose started running.

A few harsh, involuntary coughs and an empty tissue box later, you’d reluctantly accepted your fate. You were sick.

When you called to tell Steve, you didn’t expect him to make a big deal about it. You severely underestimated just how tight you had him wrapped around your finger. Not even half an hour later, he was at your doorstep with a giant paper bag full of cough syrups and other remedies. He sported a cute frown upon seeing you answer the door with a chapped nose and a blanket draped over your shoulders.

He was here to bear witness to your sickness in all its raw glory. You’d feel more embarrassed if it wasn’t Steve. Nonetheless, you shrink into your pillows as he dotes on you.

“Hmm.” He presses the back of his hand to your forehead. He’s sitting on the edge of your bed, right beside your legs as you sit up against the headboard. His nose scrunches and makes his wire frames slip slightly down his nose.

“You feel a little warm, but I don’t think you have a fever,” he deduces. He hauls the paper bag off the floor to sit in his lap while he digs through to find the proper medicine bottle.

You see, Steve had no idea how sick you felt when he was speeding over to the general store. He didn’t want to get you something that’d be completely useless. So with the help of Joyce Byers, he practically raided the aisles and purchased as many daily capsules and herbal teas that he could get his hands on. Your medicine cabinet will be stocked for at least the next couple years.

A sound of satisfaction pulls your attention to the bottle of cough syrup in his hand. The bright orange liquid taunts you as it sloshes against the plastic when he pushes it your way.

“Do I have to?” You whine, lips beginning to curl at the mere memory of its offensive taste, “It’s gross, Steve.”

“I know, honey, but it’s just one spoonful. You can do a spoonful,” he tells you so confidently that it makes you hiccup.

Upon seeing the twist in your expression, he sweetens the deal with the promise of homemade chicken noodle soup and a few kisses — the latter you begrudgingly refuse so as to not pass the cold.

He pours the syrup into the shallow bowl of a spoon, chuckling at the grimace that’s still present on your face. You push yourself to sit up straighter and sniffle as he moves the spoon closer to you. Your stomach dips when you see him smile and nod in simple assurance before you’re opening your mouth.

Your lips wrap around the metal and you’re immediately recoiling at the foul flavour.

“See? I told you, you could do it. Look how easy that was.”

It makes your chest flutter. He’s reaching down into the bag again to grab a water bottle and your arms spring for it. Steve chuckles at your eagerness as he watches you quickly unscrew the cap and chug. The remnants of the medicine burn the back of your throat and your eyes briefly water at the sting.

“You okay?” He caresses your calf over the thick comforter when he asks. It makes your shoulders droop — you ache to feel his cold hands in your warm skin. You nod sheepishly and avert your eyes from his stare.

“Thank you, doctor,” you say without much thought.

Steve perks up. There’s a playful glint in his eyes as he hums and takes the bottle from your hands.

“Doctor, huh? Are you into that? Doctor Harrington?” He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

A cough of surprise pushes out past your lips and you can feel your heart beating wildly against your rib cage. Your leg burns where his hand rests and the sensation rushes right to the top of your head. His taunting gaze makes your hands fly to your cheeks and a shy grin fights its way onto your face.

“What? No, I…” Steve’s brow jumps up to challenge you. You attempt to steel yourself, but eyes dart everywhere but his face. “I’m into being healthy,” you reply, voice shaky.

“Right, yeah. Totally. But you’re also into me, right?” He scoots closer to you as his hand slowly inches up toward your thigh.

“Steve,” you scold him and shut your eyes.

“Oh. You’re so into me, it’s making you sick, my poor girl,” he teases before leaning over to kiss your jaw down to your throat. You giggle as tufts of his hair tickle your cheeks and then you’re pulling him back. His lips drag up the column of your neck until he’s reaching your lips. It’s feather-light before you’re pulling back.

“I’m gross right now,” you mutter with a frown, referring to your cold. But Steve takes great offense. He pouts.

“This bug got you good. Making you delirious.” He dives back in for your lips. It’s firm this time, like he’s proving a point. It makes you sigh and grab at his biceps as he’s pushing you up against your headboard. When his hand moves to cup your cheek and pull you closer, you start pushing at his shoulders.

“Steve,” you whine into his mouth, “I’m gonna get you sick.”

“Come on, I have a solid immune system,” he insists, “I’m basically superhuman. I think I can handle a few kisses.”

Steve thinks he’s just about the luckiest person in the world when you smile and laugh. And also because he’s got you to take care of him when he inevitably gets sick the following week.

[assortedseaglass]

🌟Advent | Yuletide🌟

Billy Washington x fem!Reader

Summary: Billy Washington knocks on his neighbour's door with a case of the wobbles.

Content Warnings: Language, mentions of panic attacks, mild Trigger Point Spoiler, fluff, hurt, comfort.

🎄 Yuletide Masterlist 🎄

Billy hesitated outside the door. He stared at the small wreath attached to the knocker and glanced down the hallway. No-one else had one up.

With a shaking hand and shuddering breath, Billy wiped his eyes. His counsellor was encouraging him to reach out when he had what his mother called “a case of the wobbles”.

It had taken a while. The first time Billy felt his panic creeping in, his terror at picking up the phone and calling his sister had induced another attack. Once, while doing his weekly shop, someone dropped a large box from a top shelf of the supermarket and the noise made him dissolve into violent sobs. A kindly and plump woman in a Tesco uniform took him to the staff room, gave him a cuppa and a long cuddle.

“See,” the counsellor said when Billy told her of this episode. “I know it’s hard after everything that happened, but most people really are good people.”

So here he stood, in the corridor of his new block of flats, hand raised to knock on his neighbour’s door. He cleared his throat a few times, shook out his arms and shuffled his feet.

“Come on, Wash,” he murmured to himself, feeling another knot of nerves tighten in his stomach. Not giving his brain time to betray him, he rapped his knuckle of the door.

“Coming,” the voice on the other side of the door called brightly. The longer he waited, the quicker his heart hammered. Keeping down his lunch was becoming harder with every second that ticked by.

A door to his left opened. A little old lady stuck her head out her front door.

“Hiya,” Billy barely looked at her, focussing on his shoes instead. He didn’t want any more people than necessary to see his tears. “Merry Christmas.”

“Thought you was knocking for me,” she retreated inside with a muffled Merry Christmas of her own.

The door before him opened. Warm light bathed the cold corridor. So too, did the smell of freshly cooked food.

Billy took a step back and rubbed his neck. Still, he looked at the floor, eyes flicking up only when he said hello. You were smiling at him, waiting for to hear whatever he had knocked for.

“Merry Christmas,” you said. Catching sight of his watery eyes you stepped towards him slowly. “Everything ok?”

Billy swallowed hard. His wobbles always made it so hard to breathe, and as though reliving the memory, it felt like he could taste petrol fumes. “Yeah, um. I, erm-” A small, watery sob left him. “Fuck, sorry.”

“It’s ok,” you opened the door wider. “Do you want to come in?”

“Yes please.” He said quickly. Billy’s relief was instantaneous as he shuffled past you into the flat. Golden fairy lights were strung around the small lounge, and a Christmas tree that was far too large took up most of the space. Beside it, an old sofa was covered in blankets and on the telly, Jimmy Stewart’s face was paused. It’s a Wonderful Life, his mum’s favourite.

“Sit yourself down, kettle’s just boiled.”

“Ta, thanks.” He perched awkwardly on the sofa and grabbed a tissue from the box on the table. An undrunk cup of tea was sat beside a pile of books and abandoned Christmas wrapping.

“Milk and sugar?”

“Please, ta.”

Billy’s leg bobbed as he waited for his cup of tea, thinking over what to tell you.

“You don’t need to tell anyone why, Billy, just that you are having a panic attack and don’t want to be alone.”

The sofa dipped beside him. Silently, you handed him a cup of tea and placed a small bowl of steaming pasta on the table beside you both.

“Just made it, help yourself.” You nodded to the bowl. “Not very Christmassy but comforting, eh?”

“Yeah, cheers.”

Without saying anything else, you picked up the tv remote and pressed play.

“Oh, whadda ya mean? Nobody’s trying to steal anybody’s girl. Here, here’s, here’s Mary.”

Jimmy Stewart’s voice filled the little flat and Billy felt liked he’d stepped into another world. Had he had a panic attack? Here was a girl, opening her door to a stranger, giving him food and then pretending he didn’t exist. Frankly, his panic made way for worry about her survival instincts.

As if reading his mind, you spoke. “I get them too. Panic attacks.” Billy didn’t say anything, only looked at you over his cup of tea. You’d tucked your feet up on the sofa and snuggled down beneath the roll neck of your enormous, grey jumper. “Shit, aren’t they?”

Billy laughed awkwardly. “Yeah,”

“Don’t worry, though.” You tore your eyes away from the telly then. “We can just sit here.”

And sit there the two of you did. Right until George Bailey saw Clarence’s copy of Tom Sawyer and little Zuzu said, “each time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings.”

Billy smiled as you whispered it in unison with the film.

“Thanks,” he said tentatively, finally broaching the subject of his panic attack himself. “That was just what I needed.”

“Anytime, Billy,” you said, placing your hand on his comfortingly. Billy stilled.

“H-how do you know my name?” Christ. He’d knocked on the door of the high-rise lunatic.

You smiled gently and raised your eyebrows at him, as though saying don’t be thick. “You were on the news, Billy.”

He mentally slapped himself. Of course she knew who he was.

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“I won’t ask about it, and you don’t have to say anything, not if you don’t want to. But you can always knock on the door.”

“Thanks mate,” Billy said with a watery smile. He hastily rubbed his eyes.

“Really,” you said with sincerity. “Anytime.”

With another gentle smile, Billy stood up from the sofa. He loomed over you, and so you stood too.

“I best be off,” he indicated to the door. “I’ve taken up enough of your evening-”

“Anytime, remember.”

“Likewise,” he said, remembering you were also prone to cases of the wobbles.

He bade you goodnight, smiling to himself when you waited in the doorway to see him off, even though it was only too steps across the hall.

“Oooh!” you exclaimed. “Hang on!”

You disappeared from the door, leaving it slightly ajar. Billy stood awkwardly with his hand on the doorhandle. When you reappeared, a little out of breath from dashing around the small flat, you handed him a little chocolate covered in golden foil.

“Mum sends me an Advent calendar every year, but I’ve pigged out enough today.”

Something in this tiny gesture on top of an evening that meant so much bowled Billy over. His worry at anyone seeing his panic dissolved as he did too, slumping onto your shoulder and bursting into tears.

“Ah, mate,” you rubbed his shoulder as this giant man clung onto you. “It’ll be a better year next year, yeah?”

“Myeah,” Billy sniffled, standing straight and rubbing his nose. He laughed in spite of himself and you giggled to. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Billy.”

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[elliestrapp]

hii i hope you’re doing well!!

this might be a weird request but can you make a gf!ellie x sick!reader where you text her ur sick and she wants to come over and take care of you? kind of like a comfort one song i’ve been sick recently :’)

thank youu

aww im sorry youre sick bby :(( get well soon and i love this request!

(and yes ellies contact name is munch)

cw: no warnings, lmk if you find anyy

ellie has always had a soft spot for you, since you'd been friends for years before ellie confessed her love to you her obsession with you has only grown. when you messaged her at 8pm on a random thursday, she replied immediately.

you were in a bitchy mood from how stuffed up your nose was and how much you were coughing and ellie could tell. she got in her beat up minty green pickup truck, which looked like it had been through both world wars, and drove to your apartment.

you were wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket sobbing into your couch, with the tv playing "Friends" and a box of tissues next to you. you hadn't bothered to pick up the used tissues on the floor and was way too exhausted to even get up to make food. once you heard the blaring noise of ellie's truck engine, you tried to wipe some of your tears but more just came falling down your cheeks like a stormy day. you heard her keys in the doorknob and tried to hide your face so she couldn't see what a mess you were but she was already sitting next to you on the sofa.

"hey, babes... why are you crying, love?" she asked in a sympathetic tone, rubbing your back and tilting your chin to look at her with her other hand.

"i feel like shit, i can't even take care of myself." you said through rushed breaths, your nose running and you shifted your face into ellie's chest. "can you just hold me?"

you ask, wiping your nose with another tissue. ellie nods quickly and holds her arms open, making room for you in between her legs. you quickly get up and wrap your legs around her waist, engulfing her into your blanket that was still around you.

"it'll be okay, baby, im here now.. do you want me to make you some soup?" you nodded slowly and got off of her, wiping your eyes once more. by now ellie had already taken off her signature gray hoodie (which had belonged to you 90% of the time), and was walking around in one of her little white tank tops you loved, hugging her body perfectly. ellie walked over to your small kitchen and started making some chicken noodle soup, obviously the one with the alphabet noodles.

so there you were, curled up in a ball on the couch with ellie's hoodie on, taking in her scent. shortly after els came in with a bowl of steaming chicken soup, all smiley and lovey dovey when you had dark under eyes and you looked exhausted.

"shh, baby.. here's your soup, yeah?" ellie spoke in a soothing tone, taking notice of how you said your head was pounding like a kick drum. you smiled and took the warm bowl in your hands, ellie going back to cradling you. you were just oh so tired, but you finally felt calm and at ease with ellie and she chuckled when she felt your muscles relax under her heavenly touch.

"thanks, els.. for everything, i really don't deserve you" you said calmly once you finsihed your soup. you smiled tiredly up at her and kissed her cheek.

" 'm gonna get you sick, babe" you chuckled, but she just smiled and kissed the top of your head back. "i don't mind, as long as i'm taking care of you i'm happy." you nuzzled your head into ellie's chest and she put another blanket over the two of you, stroking your hair.

"get some rest, angel. you need it, and i'm here now." you were already starting to doze off and the sound of the fireplace crackling and the rain outside your window. all of the noises, the tv, the fireplace, the rain, the candle next to you sounded so soothing and you were soon off to sleep. ellie stayed up, rubbing your back and your head while watching tv and hummed a soothing song to keep you asleep.

"i love you, baby." she said quietly before dozing off to sleep under you.

first fic so ill improve!!

[stffed]

funny thing - inui seishu x gn reader

warnings: mentions of cheating

when you showed up on inupi’s doorstep in tears, he had to let you in. he didn’t ask any questions. instead he silently sat you down in his living room, put on your favourite show, grabbed some snacks and drinks from the kitchen, covered you in blankets from his room, and placed two boxes of tissues on the coffee table.

“i’ve ordered some pizza,” he said as he sat down next to you. inupi wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you cried against him.

your whole body shook as you sobbed and wailed. snot ran from your nose and yet you didn’t care. all you wanted to do (and did) was cry.

and inupi let you do that.

he rubbed loving circles against your back, comforting words leaving his mouth. in all his years of knowing you, he had never seen you cry like this before. it scared him to see you so shaken up. he had to stop himself from clenching his fist. when he figured out who made you cry like this, he wouldn’t let them walk away.

once you cried yourself hoarse and had started taking sips from your drink, inupi asked what had happened.

“the bitch cheated on me. for eight months. and i didn’t know.”

oh. so it was your girlfriend - well, ex-girlfriend now. she should start counting the remaining days she had left.

“it’s not your fault,” said inupi. he moved to sit closer to you, knees pressed up to yours. “don’t blame yourself for something she chose to do.”

“the funny thing is,” your voice shook as you spoke, “that she didn’t want me hanging out with you in case i’d cheat on her. funny, isn’t it?”

inupi’s brows furrowed. he loved you - he had loved you from the minute he had seen you, but he never acted on it, scared that he would lose you. having heard you say that made his heart beat faster.

you leaned against him, your head against his shoulder. out of reflex, inupi put his hand against the side of your head and softly played with your hair. some more tears fell but you stopped yourself from crying again. there was no reason to cry over a cheater.

the two of you sat in silence for a bit. inupi continued playing with your hair as you calmed down. you pulled the blankets around you tighter, enjoying the soft texture.

“would you... would you have?” inupi spoke quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “cheated on her? with me?”

you were silent, mulling over his question in your head. in reality you didn’t need to: you had known the answer to that question for a while.

“of course.” slowly, and with caution, you said, “i love you. i think i love you more than i ever loved her.”

the doorbell rang. a heavy knock followed it.

inupi let go of you and went to answer it. he returned not even a minute later, pizza boxes in hand. he moved over to the kitchen, you followed after him with his blanket trailing on the floor. if it were any other time he would have chastised you about it (and you fully expected him to do so in an hour’s time).

laid out on the kitchen table was your favourite pizza, next to inupi’s favourite. you sat across from him and started to eat. he watched you eat with a small smile before picking up his own slice of pizza.

“i love you too,” said inupi. he looked at you with nothing but pure love and adoration. “i love you more than you could ever imagine.”

“be my boyfriend then.”

“okay.”

and for the first time since you showed up, he saw you smile. and his heart melted knowing that he had made his partner smile.

[steponmeinejghafa]

Little Crow Pt. 5

Summary: You get your first period.

Your age: 13

Taglist: @winstonthecow22 , @ell0ra-br3kk3r , @trashmouthsahra , @myheartfollower

Warnings: Pain, blood, cramps, periods in general.

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You were sitting in your room at your desk, doing some homework, when suddenly, you felt a stabbing pain in your lower stomach. You drank some water and thought it would go away, but decided to go to the bathroom the second the pain didn't cease.

When you took off you pants and underwear, you saw that there was a massive stain of blood on the cotton fabric, and some of it was on your pants.

You panicked, and your anxiety mixed with the pain in your stomach made any rational reaction escape your mind.

So, you changed your pants and underwear before running down the stairs screaming bloody murder.

Kaz was immediately by your side, eyes blazing and hands gripping his cane tightly in a way which looked as if he was going to bludgeon someone with it.

"Who do I need to kill?" He asked, looking around, standing in front of you protectively.

"Papa..." you breathed shakily. "I'm bleeding from-from down there-"

He froze for a moment, and his eyes went a little wide before he coughed awkwardly, "Do you-do you need a blanket, little crow?"

You felt a sudden surge of irritation and snapped, "I don't need a blanket, I need a woman, Papa!"

Still a bit shocked and confused he replied, "I thought I said no dating till-" his brain finally put the pieces together and he hurried away, mumbling, "Wait, I'll get Nina or Inej..."

"Saints..." You sighed and went to find your uncle Jesper.

"Uncle Jes..." you groaned, falling atop him where he lay on the couch.

He wrapped his arms around you, kissed your head and mimicked your tone, "Little crow..."

You grumbled softly and buried your face in the crook of his neck, wailing, "My stomach hurts...and I'm bleeding...it's so annoying..."

He heard those words and immediately leapt up, placing you on the floor. "You got your period?" He asked with a small smile.

"I think so?" You shrugged.

"Alright, before anything, I want you to go change your underclothes and your pants, wash out the blood and put a bit of tissue on your underpants to stop the blood, okay?"

"I changed my pants, but how do I keep the blood away?" You asked as he followed you up to your room. "And how do you know all this?"

"I've had Inej and Nina spend enough nights at my house," he chuckled. "Plus, Kaz kind of gets a slight ick from all this."

You knew what he meant by 'this', and laughed softly, going into the bathroom, following your uncle's exact directions.

You retched when you saw the blood on your clothes, and even though you'd fought your fair share of people, this blood was a little more unnerving.

You had only just exited the washroom when Nina and Inej entered, both of them holding paper bags.

Inej handed you hers, inside of which was a packet holding something you didn't recognise.

"It's called a sanitary napkin, or a pad," said the Suli, as you pulled one out and inspected it. "You stick it onto your underwear and keep it on for about 6 hours and change it according to how much you're bleeding."

"...oh," you said, still staring at the pad like it was something with two heads.

"Go and put it on, then I'll give you the stuff in here," Nina chuckled, patting your head.

"Follow the directions on the box, little crow," Inej suggested. "I think it'll help."

You awkwardly nodded, and walked back into the bathroom, discarding the toilet paper and doing as you were told. There was no way in hell you were going to go against their instructions this time.

Once you came out, you leaned against Nina as you sat on your bed, asking both of them, "Am I going to die?"

They looked at each other in confusion for a moment, before they burst out laughing.

"No, no!" Inej grinned. "That blood isn't from all over your body, little crow. It's from your uterus, which is a little organ right here," she gently poked your lower stomach where it was hurting, "And it develops this layer once a month to prepare your body for having a baby, and once your body realises it has no baby, that layer sheds in the form of blood."

"Disgusting!" You made a face. "I'm thirteen, why would I be having a Saintsforsaken baby?! Can't I just get a letter from god or something? Like, 'Oh, by the way, you're not pregnant, just letting you know in a painless, bloodless way!'"

"That is reasonable, but when is anything fair on us, hm?" Nina laughed and put an arm around you. She reached into her paper bag and handed you a small bar of chocolate, saying, "Sweet things always make it better."

You gasped and thanked her, before devouring the chocolate hungrily.

"I understand Kaz wasn't much help, was he?" Inej asked, eyebrow raised.

"No," you shook your head, licking your fingers clean. "He just got bug-eyed and ran off to find you two."

"Yeah, he's a little icky about this," Nina chuckled. "I don't blame him, though. He's not a very...adjusting person. Periods bring about some serious mood swings, let me tell you."

"Oh. So that's why I've been wanting to throw something at almost every person I see for the last few days?" You asked.

"Maybe," shrugged the pair of them.

You heard someone knock on the door and called out, "Come in!"

You didn't even have to look up to realise it was Kaz. He kept his gaze on the ground, limping towards you in a way which genuinely made you want to laugh, because he looked like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin.

He held a brown paper package out to you, and said, "I um, I didn't know what to do, so I went out and bought you a book."

You accepted it and leaned up to give him a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Thanks, Papa," you chuckled. "It means a lot."

"Wylan's making dinner tonight, so if you want to come down and eat, you can. Or if you'd rather stay in bed, that's okay too, I don't--" He began rambling, something you'd never seen him do before unless Inej was looking particularly stunning.

"Papa," you stopped him. "I'll be down in a bit, relax. I'm not a ticking time bomb."

"Right," he nodded and patted your head quickly, before hurrying towards the door. "Let me know if you need anything, please."

Later that evening, they all 'celebrated' you getting your first period by getting extra ice-cream after dinner, a treat which you and Nina specially enjoyed.

That night, after dinner and at around 1 a.m, you got a particularly bad round of cramps which prevented you from sleeping. You tossed and turned in vain, trying to ease your discomfort.

You must've made a lot of noise, because a little while later, your father came into your room, looking tired but concerned.

"Little crow, all okay?" He asked, concerned.

You groaned and shook your head, clutching your stomach. "It hurts badly, Papa..."

He knew periods gave him the ick, but seeing you in pain overrode his discomfort. Immediately, he took you by the hand and led you to his room, guiding you onto the bed.

"Sit here, I'll get you a hot water bag. Inej told me to keep one aorund here..." He looked around in his drawers and produced one of the rubber bags. He hurried to the bathroom to get it set and ready, while you lay on his side of the bed, his familiar scent of cloves and lemon comforting you slightly.

He gently placed the hot water bag on your lower stomach after he returned from the bathroom. "I hope this helps," he said softly, and his body language conveyed clearly that he had barely any idea what he was doing.

"Can you cuddle me, papa?" You asked softly. It was a rare occasion for you to ask him outright to give you physical affection, so he obliged and lay beside you, opening his arms for you to nestle in.

He had, by now, managed to quell some amount of his aversion to skin-on-skin contact, but you always made sure to keep enough blanket between you both so he could hug you but not touch your sin directly.

"Goodnight, my little crow," he whispered, gently kissing the top of your head. Another thing he rarely did.

"I'm not little anymore," you giggled, your words muffled against his nightshirt.

"You'll always be little for me," he replied. "Now go to sleep, or you'll be very irritated in the morning."

So you agreed and fell asleep, while Kaz kept you safely in his embrace.

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I hope this was a good one <3 feel free to request any other imagines, and if you want to be kept in the taglist, let me know through a message!

[widowbitessting]

Heyyy I’m so glad you are back to writing but it’s good to took a break cause breaks are good too!!

Anyway I had a question would the trio do something to celebrate baby finishing finals and the semester?

Hey my love! I remember seeing this and wanting to reply almost immediately then...writer's block hit...and life soooo...hi😅 I am so sorry for the literal, 7 month wait to get back to you *insert face plant gif here* (although I swear I replied to this...cos what I've just written is eerily similar but I can't find that reply anywhere...meh oh well!

All the love (I still can't get over you read my stuff!)

They would for sure spoil you rotten. Like, they've had everything planned for literal months. And kept it all quiet - for months! They wait for you to get back to their apartment, exhausted from your last day, and sit in literal darkness - Wanda literally having to be gagged by Carol to keep her excited giggles quiet - and when you manage to turn the lights on, you all but head butt the ceiling when you see and hear your girlfriends in the living room; Wanda finally being able to let out the excited noises she had been made to keep in. You swear your heart almost jumps out of your throat as you let out a very high pitched scream, arms and legs stuck in a desperate tango of fight or flight.

When you finally, finally, regain enough composure (and your ability to see again), your girlfriends are now standing. Wanda holding up a self made sign that the Trio! had individually put their signatures on - and you can safely say, through tight lips as you try to hold a laugh in, that Art is not any of their strong suits. Natasha and Carol are both holding balloons filled with helium in their hands, and their mouths are still open from their shouts of : "Congratulations!"

It takes you a second or two, to come round; heart pounding loudly in your ears as one hand clutches your chest with vice like fingers. When you finally overcome the panic and register the sweet act before you; you let out a small laugh and cover your mouth.

The living room has been switched to an indoor picnic; blanket lay out on floor with cushions adorned with fluffy blankets and a couple of your favourite stuffed toys. On the couch, an assortment of your favourite foods and snacks, as well as sugary drinks - Natasha reminds you it’s a one time treat to drink them so late in the evening, especially considering you hadn’t drank your total amount of water that day - and you can’t help but zero in on the small bundle of presents that sit beside the food.

You tackle them each for individual hugs and kisses, burrowing into them tightly and thanking them over and over.

“It’s just a small thing,” Natasha says as she squishes you tightly against her, “for all the hard word you’ve put in to your school work.”

“You deserve it and more baby.” Carol adds, kissing you cheek.

“I wanted to take you to Italy but these two said it was too much.” Wanda winks, slapping your ass.

You’re whisked away by Wanda to get changed into brand new pyjamas chosen by Carol - satin ones with matching shorts in your favourite colour - “For easy access.” Wanda adds.

You’re then led downstairs and given the option or eating first or opening presents; and let’s just say, the wrapping paper lasts all but five seconds when they allow you to get to them.

Your gifts are perfect.

A giant teddy bear holding a single rose; and around the stem, the diamond necklace that had caught your eye weeks ago. 

A box of your favourite chocolates. 

A brand new journal and pen.

The last box has your face turning crimson. Underneath delicate tissue lies a lingerie set that leaves little to the imagination. 

“A-are these for any particular event…?” You hold up the bra, eyes near bulging from your head when Natasha holds the matching knickers. 

“These are more for…personal use, baby. Just for us to enjoy.” 

Yeah, there was no way you were going to wear knickers with a slit in the middle out in public. 

The rest of the evening is spent enjoying each other and eating all the rubbish food your tummy can muster.

And when you doze off on the floor around 1am, curled around Carol; Wanda and Natasha cover you in a blanket and snuggle down alongside you.

Everything is perfect.

[rowdyhughesy]

Remember that I love you - Thomas Bordeleau

Content warning: mention of self inflicted death, mental health and angst. If you or anyone you know are dealing with mental health know that there is help available, you’re not alone and there are people that love you. Please do not read if you know this is something that will trigger you.

“ And high up above, or down below. When you're too in love to let it go. But if you never try, you'll never know. Just what you're worth “

- fix you, Coldplay

October 6th 2020

Looking over at the boy beside her, an anxious and nervous look plastered on his tanned face. She can practically feel how his body is shaking from the nerves even if she’s not touching him. He’s told her time and time again that if he doesn’t get drafted it’ll be alright but they both know that’s not true. This is his dream and he’s so close he can practically touch it and not reaching it now would crush him. It would crush her too because everything he feels she feels with him. Thomas has never said it out loud that he hopes for Montreal but she knows it’s in the back of his mind, this is his home and to play here would be the greatest thing ever.

“Hey.” The girls voice snaps Thomas out of his trance that is staring at the TV screen. He forces a small smile at her that doesn’t reach his eyes but it lets her know she has his attention. “No matter what happens today, remember that I love you okey? You’ve got this I know you do.” This time a real smile forms on his cheeks as he reaches for one of her hands grasping it with one of his, intertwining their fingers. “I love you too.”

August 12th 2025

Packing up his first ever own apartment felt weird. Seeing the place he’s called home for the last couple of years blank, most of his stuff put away in moving boxes. The only thing left untouched is his bedroom. Brendan, William and Jacob having left 30 minutes ago to get food for the group, leaving Thomas alone in his apartment.

Standing in the middle of his apartment living room the hockey player decides that he might as well get started on his bedroom. The 23 year old not loving the idea of his three close friends snooping inside his drawers just to get a rise out of him. They do that enough so adding gasoline to the fire is something he’d rather avoid. He loves the boys but they sure can be a pain in the ass if they want to.

Trudging across the room he pushes open the door of his bedroom. It’s messy, blanket and pillows thrown around on the mattress. Clothes scattered over the floor and about three pair of shoes laying around. Thomas let’s out a huff of air at the sight, he really needs to start cleaning up more often. Grabbing one of the boxes marked bedroom he starts packing.

After another 30 minutes the front door of the apartment opens, the voice of Truss loudly reenacting a story breaking the silence.

Not moving from his location in the bedroom Thomas continues with his task thats currently putting all of his picture frames in tissue paper before they go inside a box. “Need any help Bords?” Brendan sticks his head in from behind the door. Two wrapped burgers in one of his hands and bottles of coke tucked under his arm. Bordeleau nods his head at the question, a wordless invitation that Brendan is allowed inside the room.

The brunette steps inside, handing one of the burgers to his friend as he sits down next to him on the floor. They sit in a comfortable silence taking bites of the food, listening to Will and Jacobs conversation in the other room.

Brendan finishes first, throwing the trash away he grabs a couple of frames that’s placed on a shelf standing against the wall. Taking in the image in one of them a sad smile forms on his lips. Softly brushing a finger tip across the girl in the photograph. Blinking away his tears Briss sits down again, unsure he offers the picture to Thomas who’s been looking over at him since he grabbed the frame. Both of the boys sit there for a while just looking down at it.

The image showing Thomas and Y/N, the former standing with his arms wrapped around her. A San Jose jersey covering his upper body while Y/N has a SJ hat on her head. Both of the teenagers flashing wide smiles and eyes almost shining from the happiness coursing through their veins. “That’s probably one of the best days of my life, Y/N screamed so loud when my name was called I think she almost busted my eardrums.” Thomas’s breath growing shaky as he lets out a watery laugh. His eyes glossy from tears.

“I bet she told you how she never doubted you for a second right?” Nodding in response Thomas rises up from his sitting position. Walking over to his wardrobe he reaches up on the highest shelf, grabbing a shoebox. It’s dusty, like it hasn’t been touched in a long time but the material is faded and worn from years of usage. Brendan giving his friend a questioning look as Thomas hands him the box. “She saved memories from every date, every game, every holiday since we were 17. It’s all inside.”

Taking off the top of the box Brendan is met with printed out pictures, souvenirs, small merchandise from hockey teams and every other thing Y/N could’ve seen as important. But the one thing that really catches Brendan’s attention is the white envelope. The word Thomas written in scribbly handwriting across the paper. “It was taped to the box when I found it outside my door, the day that she uh- you can read it. It’s alright Briss.” Opening the envelope Brendan pulls out a sheet of paper. It’s stained with what he can only picture being tears, maybe they’re from Y/N but also Thomas. Taking a deep breath he starts reading.

Hi Baby.

I’m sorry, I know it sounds bad to just say I’m sorry but I really really am. You can be mad at me, I won’t judge you. It’s okey. You have every right in the world to be mad at me. I know I should’ve said something about how I’m feeling, how nothing really matters to me anymore. The only thing that feels like it matters is you, but that just wasn’t enough anymore. I don’t wanna keep fighting it anymore. I’m so tired Thomas, so tired of feeling like this. I hope you’ll understand why I’m doing it someday but I know you probably won’t. I’m just happy I was still here to see your first game with the sharks. I’m so proud of you and I always will be. You’re going to do amazing things in the league I just know it. Never doubt what you can achieve in this world my love you are the most loving, smart, talented, charming and best person I’ve had the chance to know. Do what I can’t, live. I might be leaving but know you made my life better for the last two years. You loved me in every way you could but I just can’t love myself. This might be a goodbye but we’ll meet again in another life. Just remember that I love you Thomas Bordeleau, with everything I have. Yours forever, Y/N

November 14th 2023

One year after the day that turned everything Thomas knew upside down he stepped foot inside the tattoo shop his girlfriend had talked about for months prior. Always saying how she wanted to get a tattoo there but never having the courage to do it.

Looking at the fresh ink on his chest, above his heart is the words I love you in her handwriting forever imprinted. Tears start running down his cheeks but he makes no move to wipe them away. “You and me forever mon ange. I’ll never forget about you.”

[goldenempyrean]

Empyrean’s Advent: Day 8

Prompt: “I caught your stupid cold!”

Pairing: WandaNat x R (Sick Wanda)

Wordcount: 865

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“You seen Wands today?” You asked as you turned back to Nat, wiping the sweat from your brow.

Nat raised her fist’s defensively as she began to spar with you once again, “She was still sleeping when I got up, but last night she told us she was gonna come join us so Im not too sure where she is.” She replied, dodging your narrowly-missed punch.

“You think she forgot?” You asked as you readied yourself for Nat’s incoming hit. You grinned, feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Training felt great, especially since you hadn’t had the chance to get any in over the last few days. Mainly because Nat hadn’t been feeling too well so both yourself and Wanda had been taking care of her instead.

“I doubt it, she’s never forgotten before.” Nat replied, smirking as she saw a gap in your defence, expertly kicking your feet from beneath you, sending you falling to the ground with a thump.

Nat reached out her hand as she helped you back to your feet before throwing a towel in your direction, “Cmon, lets go find her.”

Yourself and Nat began to search around the rest of the compound, checking in the kitchen, living room, you’d even looked in Bruce’s lab and still there no was sign of her anywhere. This was highly irregular.

As you finished checking out another room, you turned to Nat in confusion and received a similarly-confused shrug in reply as Nat asked the looming question, Where on earth is she?”

“I cant even remember seeing her this morning at breakfast now that I think about it.” You said, trying to think hard about where she could be, “Maybe shes still up in our room?”

“Maybe, it wouldn’t hurt to check.” Nat replied before you both made your way up to your room.

The pair of you quietly approached the door your room and carefully pushed it open. You frowned slightly as you took notice of the just how dark the room was. The long curtains which covered the large windows were drawn tightly shut despite the fact you vividly remembered opening them that morning.

Nat squinted as she came up beside you, “Sweetie?” She called out hesitantly into the room and it was only then that you noticed the small lump curled underneath the sheets of your bed.

You fussed with the lightswitch, making sure to set the brightness to low before flicking on the switch. With the dim light overhead, you were able to get a better view of the room and you made out the form of Wanda. She was laying in the bed, a cocoon blankets wrapped tightly around herself.

“Wanda, baby are you okay?” Nat whispered as she came to sit down on the edge of the bed.

There was the sound of sniffling as Wanda poked her head out of the blankets revealing her fever flushed faced and tired glassy eyes.

“I caught your stupid cold!” She sniffled with a pout as she whined, nudging Nat with her foot still beneath the blanket.

“Oh sweetie.” You sighed as you walked round to the opposite side of the bed and carefully shuffled into the open side of the mattress beside her and to your surprise Wanda instantly rolled over and led her head on your chest.

“Oh baby, Im sorry, I didn’t mean for you to catch it.” Nat looked down towards the floor, clearly feeling guilty that she had made her girlfriend sick.

“Its not your fault.” Wanda yawned as she reached out to take hold Natasha’s hand only to pull away only a minute later to begin rapidly fanning her hand infront of her face.

“Hh’tshhhiew! Hh..H-Hh’tshuu! H-H’iitshiew!”

“Goodness bless you.” Natasha cooed, reaching over for the tissue box which had been sat on the nightstand beside where you were sat and she nestled it beside Wanda before retaking her hand, “How come you didnt call us baby?”

“Yeah, we would’ve come back up to be with you.” You added, running a hand through Wanda’s messy hair.

Wanda coughed lightly and you could felt the small rattle of her chest, “I didnt want to worry you both. Plus you wanted to train.”

“Baby, you dont need to worry about what we worry about.” You said chuckling at how your sentence sounded outloud, “But trainings only ever fun when we all do it together, Nat will just beating me otherwise.”

“Y/N’s right, plus you just spent your whole weekend looking after me, let us both look after you for a change.” Nat smiled as she climbed over and slide into bed at the opposite side of Wanda making it so that she was comfortably nestled between you both.

“You’re both so warm.” She mumbled tiredly as the two of you cuddled into her.

“Good, we cant have our poor, sick little baby freezing her toes off can we? Even if she does use them to poke me occasionally.” Nat smiled before you both looked down over her with protective eyes.

Wanda sniffled and curled down as you pulled the covers over her, “I love you guys.”

“We love you too Wands, now get some sleep.”

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[lullabytaeyong]

Creepy Crawlies - R!Kai

(Tw: Spiders) And I know they aren’t technically bugs but I still call them that in this lol

Kai giggled contently in the bathtub, a red bath crayon in his hand and bubbles surrounding him. He dragged the crayon in crazy scribbles all over one of his drawings since he knew it had to be rinsed away soon. Soobin watched him with amused smirk on his face while he waited for the water to drain. Once it did he used the shower head to wash away the left over bubbles on Kai's skin and the artwork he made. He wrapped him up in a fluffy towel and ruffled his hair wildly with it to make him laugh.

"Okay, jammie time. Arms up!" Soobin said brightly after drying him off completely. He knelt down and helped him with his pants and dinosaur socks.

"There you go. Do you want to watch a movie be-"

"Ahhhh!!" Kai suddenly cried in Soobin's face, pointing over his shoulder. "Spider!"

Kai burst into tears and tried to climb on to Soobin's lap in a panic. He hated bugs! They scared him to death when he was little. Soobin stood up quickly and sat Kai back on the floor. He spun around frantically, searching for something to get rid of it with. He snatched a tissue box and spotted the spider on the floor.

"Nooo!! Don't kill it!" Kai wailed, flailing his arms.

"What do you mean? I thought you wanted it gone?"

"Gone gone! Don' hurt him! Will feel bad!"

"Okay, okay" Soobin said semi calmly over the loud cries. He dropped the tissue box and turned around, leaving to get a cup and piece of paper.

Huening kai couldn't help but stare down the vile creature. He hated it! He was so scared! But, if he didn't keep an eye on it he could lose it and it could come back to terrorize him. Tears kept falling down his pink cheeks, as he waited for Soobin's return. The spider crawled an inch in Kai's direction and he shrieked loudly. He pushed him self harder against the tiled wall, as if it could swallow him whole and keep him safe from the little beast.

Soobin sprinted back into the bathroom and immediately trapped the spider under a white cup. He approached Kai before actually catching it to calm him down. The boy was in hysterics, sobbing and squirming. Soobin hushed him and pulled him into his arms while he sat on the floor.

"It's okay, baby. Shhh, I'm taking care of it."

Sometimes the boys forgot how intense Kai's phobia of spiders truly was. He was usually alright with tiny ones, just some shivers and whining here and there, but there were specific ones that had a specific look to them that sent him into a fit of tears. Apparently, one of those kinds of spiders decided to tour their bathroom today.

"It's under a cup right now, so it won't get to you. I promise. It's alright, sweetheart." Kai had his eyes tightly squeezed shut and didn't dare to take a peek. His anxiety was pouring intrusive thoughts into his head about being covered with the bugs. He cried harder into Soobin's chest and begged him to get him out of there. He knew it was still close, the cup being over it didn't make it disappear; he knew that.

"Wan' go to Junnie! Want Papa! Please!" He hiccuped. Soobin acted instantly and carried Kai swiftly out of the bathroom and across the hall to Yeonjun's room. The eldest wasn't actually there, he was in some other room with headphones on, so Soobin texted him.

"Okay, you sit here all nice and comfy and I'll go get rid of the 'you know what' while you wait for your Papa. Okay?" Soobin said after plopping Kai on the mattress.

The youngest nodded hesitantly and watched Soobin re-enter the bathroom. Soobin crouched down to the floor and carefully slid the paper under the cup. Then he slowly picked it up, keeping the spider trapped inside and made his way to the door. Yeonjun skidded past him and ran up to Kai, nearly tackling him in a hug.

"How dare that stupid spider scare my baby Kai like that! I'll beat him up! Don't worry, I won't let him get you." Yeonjun said dramatically, wrapping Huening Kai up in a blanket like a sushi roll.

Kai used the blanket to wipe away the snot and tears covering his face and whimpered against Yeonjun. He felt two strong arms adjust him, so he was on Yeonjun's lap facing him comfortably. The eldests shoulder was a safe place to cry on.

"Hate em. This is our house not theirs!" He pouted.

"I know. They scare you quite a bit, yet you insist that we don't just kill them." Yeonjun replied, holding back a chuckle at how cute Kai was.

"Mh- But they dunno! Don't wanna em to hurt. It's not fair."

"Each day I am more convinced that you are secretly an angel, huening kai." Yeonjun smiled brightly and kissed his baby's head.

"Mission accomplished! Extermination complete." Soobin popped up in the door with a proud smile.

"How's he doing?" He asked, quiet enough for just Yeonjun to hear.

"We're getting there, expressing our hatred for spiders, questioning our morality. He'll be okay in a few." Yeonjun chuckled, rubbing Kai's back comfortingly.

Soobin nodded and moved into the room to take a seat next to them on the bed. Kai curiously lifted his head and looked at Soobin. Although glossy, his eyes were warm with innocence, like hot chocolate. He sniffled his last sniffle and wiggled to get off Yeonjun. They watched him stand up nervously, inspecting the floor and scanning the walls and ceiling with his eyes. He didn't move much, just the occasional random step.

"What're you doing, angel?" Soobin asked.

"Jus' making sure." Huening kai almost whispered. "I wanna go to bed but had to check for spiders"

"Ohh, okay. I don't see anything and if I do I'll take it outside immediately. Come lay down." Yeonjun said, hoping his words would soothe the little's worries.

"We can have a sleepover tonight." He added. Kai giggled and crawled back on Yeonjun's bed, nestling himself into the blankets and pillows.

"I'll go get Goguma, hang tight." Yeonjun said before getting up and leaving.

Kai pulled on Soobin's arm to get him to lay down and cuddled up to his side like a little kitten. He loved the warmth that came with close cuddles. Soobin pat his hair and used his phone to play the little ones lullaby playlist. The familiarity and somewhat nostalgic melodie's always soothed the boys and helped them sleep. Yeonjun returned with Kai's beloved bunny plush and made the toy give him kisses before laying down. He left on a small lamp, so it wasn't too dark, and let Kai get comfortable between him and Soobin.

"Promise no more buggies..." Kai asked softly with round eyes.

"Promise! We'll protect you, baby."

They both hooked their pinkies on each of Kai's and give them a kiss to seal the promise. Finally, the boy was able to fully relax and drift off to sleep.

[jillianfahey]

Bad Batch - Afterlife? Crosshair

You weren't sure how you got here. You were walking down the street and felt the gunshot, remembered falling to your knees and things going dark. But then you woke up here, surrounded by corridors and people you did not know.

Looking around you heard someone threatening another with death if they continued talking about the dead son they had murdered. So you hurry away from those voices to find yourself in a giant room that looked like a honeycomb. The voices were coming up behind you so you quickly begin to climb down it and hid from people in the shadows of the darkened room.

Quickly darting though the ground floor you found another door that lead to more corridors. Then you realized that you were feeling a breeze and looked at your clothing for the first time. Or your lack of it.

That morning you had dressed in a long sleeved sweater, jeans, and boots due to it being cold out. Now you were wearing a sleeveless garment that fell to your mid thigh, and very little else. Looking around you found that the doors had names on them. Maybe this place had a room for you where you could find a more stable outfit while you figured out what was going on.

Hurrying forward you found that there were less and less female sounds coming from the rooms around you. It was starting to be only male sounds. And that was something you remembered too well from your days as a slave.

You wanted to go back but by now you were well and truly lost. Panicking you started to hear a voice, no mutiple voices that sounded identical. CLONES!

instantly you remembered Crosshair and his brothers. Crosshair might be grumpy, blunt and not seem to like you very much but there was no denying he would help you. Hurrying towards the voices you starting asking them if they had seen him. When asked you described his silver hair and signature tattoo. You were starting to feel the fear again when you heard that familiar measured voice, "Y/N?"

Turning you saw him and ran to his arms crying, "Crosshair!"

Taking you by the shoulders he holds you away from him, taking in every inch of the outfit and the fear in your every movement, "What happened?"

"Nothing yet," you could see the anger in his eyes as he looked around and took his face in your hands, "Crosshair, no one has touched me." Then as the tears you have been holding in threatened to come out in a torrent, "Please get me out of here."

He nodded once and took your hand before walking quickly away from everyone, leading you down corridors. You had to almost jog to keep up with his longer stride, and there was nothing about the lover in his grip. It was almost like a parent dragging you away from a ruckus that you caused. And you couldn't have been happier.

Finally the two of you got where he was headed because he opened a door and let you inside what looked like an apartment. But instead of sitting you down on the couch he lead you right past the living room, kitchen, and other doors to his own room.

You felt your knees collapse as you sank on the bed and he wrapped you in a blanket. Then he sat down on a chair and asked you again, "What happened?"

Then it all came out. Your apparent death, the confusion, not knowing what to do and then looking for him. Looking up you saw that he was silently holding out a box of tissues to you while looking away and you gratefully took it.

Then Crosshair nodded saying, "That's what has been happening to everyone here." Looking at you huddled on his bed, "This place doesn't just give rooms, you have to do one of three things."

He stopped and you prompted him, "What three things?"

Looking back at you, "Well, the only one you would be willing to do is sleep in the same room as someone else."

Nodding, you decided not to press on the others. Swallowing, "Is there any way to get out of this place?"

Crosshair seemed happy to discuss something else the two of you went over everything he had found and learned about this strange prison. You had no idea how long it went before you swallowed and asked, "Do you have some clothes I could borrow?" Seeing his eyes narrow, "Just until I have my own." He nodded once and went to the chest of drawers.

Pulling out a t-shirt and a pair of jogging pants he passed them to you before stepping out of the room so you could pull them on. After you were dressed, you stepped out to find Crosshair standing in the kitchen making your favorite tea. Walking to him, "I though you hated leaf water?"

An eyeroll, "It's Hunters."

Nodding once you took the cup and drank greatful for the familiar taste and smell in this strange situation. Looking up at him cautiously, you caught him staring before quickly looking away. "Cross," his attention was back, "Are you alright?" He nodded once.

Then he went to the front door, "Drink your tea." Before you could ask, "I'll let the others know that you are here."

And he was gone before you could say ok. You sank onto the couch with a smile. Yes he was blunt, grumpy and seemed to only tolerate you. But as long as he was on your side, you knew you were safe.

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*Authors note: This has its origins in a weird dream that I had last night and I took it further. This is my first time writing one of these so please be nice and let me know if you want the other Batchers in this situation.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Why does sick Peter 1 become my hyper-fixation the moment I see a sweet post about him ❤️ This is coming from the post on @parker-fluff 's blog that just made me melt 🫠

Peter 3 studied his youngest brother. "Peter?"

One didn't look up from his spot on the floor.

Peter 3 clicked on a nearby table lamp. "Pete?"

Still no response.

The older Peter stepped toward him. Peter 1 was currently sitting cross legged on the living room floor. His treasured May Bear laid on one side and his beloved Spidey bear on the other. He was currently staring at the floor as he fiddled with the carpet fibers.

A soft smile crossed Three's face. He remembered Two's comment about One coming down with something. Turns out he was right.

Three squatted so he could brush his fingers across the youngest's cheek. The heat made him hiss. "Not feeling so good, huh buddy?"

One turned in the direction of his brother and gave him the classic thousand yard stare that came with a high fever.

"Yeah you're pretty warm baby." The older Peter stepped toward the bathroom. "Stay put for a sec."

Three hurried to the bathroom. Two kept the thermometer in a small first aid kit in the medicine cabinet.

When he returned, One hadn't left his spot. He was currently trying to grab a box of tissues that had fallen to the floor. However, when he haphazardly reached out for the box, the youngest pitched forward to the ground.

The older Peter bit his tongue to keep from laughing as he knelt on the floor. "Aw Buhug, did the tissue bohox ehelude you?"

Peter 1 sniffed as he was helped up to a sitting position.

"It's okay baby." Peter 3 handed him the box. "Here you go."

As One tried to get his fingers around a tissue, Peter 3 slipped the thermometer under his baby brother's tongue. Immediately, One's attention went from the box to the device sticking out of his mouth. He reached up to try and grab the thermometer.

Peter 3 gently pushed his hands away. "No baby, it's gotta stay in."

Despite his brother's attempts, One still tried to grab at the thermometer so Three wrapped One's hands in his and held them. "Come on. Let's keep it in just a moment longer."

One whined, but the thermometer managed to stay put.

As soon as the thermometer beeped, Three took it away. "103. Yikes Pete! No wonder you're so out of it."

Peter 1 sniffed again. A couple tears poked out the corner of his eyes.

Peter 3 felt his heart crack a little. "Oh Bug. Come here."

The older Peter lifted his brother into his arms and hugged him tight.

"It's okay, I'm here. I got you."

As Three soothed Peter 1, another figure entered the room. "I thought I heard voices in here."

Three turned in the direction of his voice.

Peter 2 hurried over to the duo. "What happened? Is everything okay?"

"He's okay. He's got a high fever and wasn't to happy getting his temperature taken."

"Aw, poor Peanut." The oldest Peter kissed One's temple, flinching slightly at the heat. "You're really hot."

"Can you get the fever reducers and some water please?"

Peter 2 smiled as he stood. "Right away doc."

While Two gathered the supplies, Three carried the youngest and his stuffed animals to the couch. "Let's get you set up baby."

The older Peter layed One with his animals on the couch before grabbing a blanket. As he prepped the blanket, Two returned with the medicine and water. He handed the bottle to the youngest to drink. "Here Peanut. Don't want you getting dehydrated."

One stared at the water bottle in his hands.

Two smiled at the stare. He gently guided the water bottle to One's lips and helped him take a few sips. "There you go baby."

Once the youngest had some water in his system, Peter 2 took on the task of getting a sick Peter to take his medicine. The youngest wasn't the worst at taking medicine, but it was still a battle when he was disoriented.

Sure enough, as soon as Two brought the medicine near Peter 1's mouth, the youngest shook his head.

"Come on Petey, it will help you feel better."

Two tried again and got another head shake.

"Peter."

"Aww, is someone being stubborn?" Three teased.

"He's always a bugger when it comes to medicine."

Peter 1 stuck his tongue out at the medicine. Both older brothers couldn't help but chuckle at the childish response.

Three stroked his hair. "You just don't like the nasty medicine do you?"

"I'm sorry baby, but you're going to have to like the medicine. We need to get it in you so you can get better."

A third attempt was made but One still refused to cooperate. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes.

Peter 2 set the medicine aside. "Alright, let's take a break for a minute Peanut."

"Does your throat hurt Bug?" Three asked as he felt along the sides of youngest's throat. "Or maybe your tummy?"

A light clicked on in Peter 2's head. "I think I have an idea."

Three stared after the oldest as he hurried into the kitchen.

Two came back a moment later with a applesauce cup and a spoon. "I grabbed a couple of these when I went shopping. Glad I did."

Three grinned. "I see what you're doing."

"Let's hope it works."

Both older brothers turned back to the youngest. With very little persuasion, Two got him to actually eat a few small bites of the applesauce before he slipped the medicine in. Once he had the pill in his mouth, Three followed with a few sips of water.

A grimace appeared on the youngest's face, but he still took a couple more sips of water before pushing the rest away.

Peter 2 set down the remaining applesauce. "Thank goodness we got it in when we did."

Three wrapped the youngest in the blanket he had grabbed. "Now we wait."

Peter 1 leaned into his older brother as his eyes began to droop. In response, Three readjusted so he was laying down on the couch with his baby brother on top of him. "It's like having a little personal heater."

Peter 2 stood. "I'm going to get some extra blankets for us. Be right back."

As Two gathered the extra blankets, the youngest blinked and started. He looked up at Three and the older brother saw some recognition replace the dead stare from earlier.

"Hey Bug. How are you doing?"

In response, One gave him the sweetest little puppy eyes. "Stay."

"Of course I'm staying Bug." Three looked back up at Two as he entered the room. "We both are."

"Both?"

Peter 2 sat beside the duo. "Yeah Bug. We're not going anywhere."

One clumisly grabbed Peter 2's hand. "Stay?"

The oldest gently squeezed his baby brother's hand. "Of course Peanut."

One snuggled back into Peter 3's chest. Both brother's watched as One's eyes slipped close and his breathing evened out.

They were staying put as long as he needed.