#they cried for you Bug and you bathed in their tears

[not-5-rats]

Bug probably had Hunter friends, they may not have had a very long career as a Hunter but they managed to get the boys to like them pretty quickly so Bug magic y'know

They thought it was ridiculous to send such a novice Hunter that far out, especially given the rumours of the size of monster that lived out there. Even if they were good, it was too soon. Yet they were sent away. Their friends didn't rest properly whilst they were gone, sure they'd lost people before, in this business it's bound to happen eventually, but this was different, this fucker was their friend. If even just a work friend. They were valued, they couldn't be beaten by this stupid fucking mission

Yet the days passed, those days turning to weeks and there was no sign of Bug. Bug was happy, living in peace at last, with a family who cared, an odd family of those they weren't meant to like let alone care for in such a close way, but a family nonetheless. But in the local town people grieved them, people cried thinking of the fate that Bug met out there, out with those cruel beasts. They mourned, they buried Bugs spare weapons, their uniform, since they had no body.

Bug was finally at peace, but they didn't consider the lives they tore apart by finding that peace...but sometimes that's how things have to be. They wouldn't understand...it was better this way. It was better for them to simply dissapear than for them to 'betray' their cause, their colleagues, their friends. It was better to kill the Hunter they were so they could live the rest of their days as the Bug they were meant to be

...but those people would still continue to mourn, they'd be remembered as a young lost soldier, somebody who could've lived an amazing life but had that ripped away from them by the very thing they were trying to protect. They would continue to grieve a soul thay was never true, a person thay never truly existed...they continued to cry for the death of a stranger as the physical being they 'knew' would live as their true self not too far away

[emily--prentiss]

I LOVE YOU, ALWAYS FOREVER

aaron hotchner x fem!reader

cw: mentions of pregnancy/childbirth, no use of Y/N, just pure fluff and love

a/n: I’ve caught the writing bug again! after so long not writing anything, I now can’t seem to stop. anyway, please enjoy this short fic of aaron just being absolutely smitten with his girls <3

word count: 1.2k

You hadn’t thought it was possible to love him more.

From the moment he’d first asked you on a date - uncharacteristically timid, stumbling over his words, so unlike the fearless leader you’d come to idolise and respect since joining the team all those years ago - he’d treated you as if you’d hung the stars in the sky yourself.

He wasn’t overly affectionate in public, but you didn’t mind. You were well aware that he had an image to uphold. When you were alone, however, he showered you with affection. It was overwhelming at first, and you’d felt undeserving, not used to being in a relationship with someone that adored you, that loved you completely, that respected you all the more. But as time wore on, you’d become accustomed to these little romantic gestures that, even now, had your cheeks tinting a light pink, butterflies forming in your stomach, and a smile that you tried (and failed) to suppress tugging at your lips.

On the nights where you were apart, back when you were still living in your own apartment, he formed small, affectionate habits. He’d send a text to check you were home safe, following a date or a long day at the office. He’d have flowers delivered regularly, bright bouquets waiting on your doorstep when you returned home from a gruelling case, always accompanied by the sweetest, handwritten note (you had a shoebox full of them tucked away in your closet, a physical reminder of his love for you). He’d call you as you settled into bed, his voice gentle over the phone as he was wished you sweet dreams, told you how much he missed you, how he couldn’t wait to see you again.

When you moved in with him, just a few short months before he proposed, his gestures changed in tandem with your relationship. If he had to be at the office early, you’d wake to a note left atop his pillow, hastily written messages of love and adoration ensuring a beautiful start to your day. After a particularly difficult case, he’d usher you into the bathroom the moment you got home. He’d run you a bath, help you ease into the water, and disappear into the kitchen to cook you one of your favourite meals while you allowed the hot water and bubbles to melt away your troubles.

On your wedding day, he’d allowed himself to be less reserved. The moment he saw you, as you began your descent down the aisle, he was consumed by emotions, his beautiful eyes shining with unshed tears. He’d leaned into you as you took his hand, matching smiles on your faces, and whispered sweet nothings into your ear, telling you just how beautiful he thought you’d looked. He seemed unable to resist touching you after that initial contact. At any given moment, his hand was pressed to the small of your back, or his fingers were intertwined with your own, or his lips were pressing tender kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips. Though he kept reminding you of his love for you throughout the day, whispering it into your skin, you could feel it through those small gestures, too.

He held you close to him as you danced together for the first time as man and wife. His eyes were on you the entire time as the pair of you moved effortlessly around the dance floor, surrounded by your loved ones, his ever present smile unwavering. During his speech, you’d cried tears of happiness, so overwhelmed by the life he’d given you, the joy he made you feel every day.

He loved you wholly, and you didn’t think you could love him more.

That was, until the first time you saw him hold your daughter.

It had been gruelling, the birth. Long. Tiring. Aaron had been by your side constantly. He held your hand, wiped the sweat from your brow, and told you over and over how proud he was of you.

And the smile that had consumed him, all teeth and dimples as your daughter had come kicking and screaming into the world, left you breathless.

He was smitten from the moment he laid eyes on her. Had waited for your subtle nod of assent before he left your side to be with her while the nurses weighed her and cleaned her up, unable to take his eyes off of her for a moment. When she was placed in your arms for the first time, he’d wrapped his arms around the two of you as a choked noise left you, somewhere between a sob and a laugh. And although you weren’t alone in the room, midwife and nurses alike still floating around, it felt as though the world had shrunk to just the three of you - husband, wife, child.

He whispered against your cheek how perfect, how beautiful she was. Just like her mother. You’d scoffed then, partly because you’d always been unable to accept a compliment, mostly because you were certain you were anything but beautiful in that moment. Your hair most definitely resembled a birds nest, your lips were chapped and dry, and the sweat had dried uncomfortable onto your skin. But as you’d looked up at him and found his gaze settled on you for the briefest of moments before he’d leant forward to press a gentle, loving kiss to your lips, you thought perhaps he’d truly meant it.

Aaron didn’t hold the baby - Ivy, you’d settled on fairly quickly - until the three of you were finally alone. Though he’d refused to stray far, he knew how important those initial moments of bonding were between you and your tiny speck of a baby, so had refrained for as long as possible. But after a while, you’d looked over at where he stood towered over your bed, eyes roving over the baby as if trying to memorise every tiny detail of her little body. When you’d finally caught his eye, you’d tilted your head in a silent invitation that he join the two of you on the bed, a small laugh bubbling out of you at how quickly he shuffled in beside you. The baby was transferred into his awaiting arms, and as you curled yourself into his side as best as you could, you felt your breath catch in your throat at the sight of them.

Ivy, who was already a little small for her age, appeared even more so as she nestled into her father’s chest. The palm of one of his hands encompassed her back, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against her through the blanket she was wrapped up in. The baby had grizzled as she’d been moved from her mother’s arms to her father’s. But as Aaron whispered into her ear how much he already loved her - something he’d done to you countless times over the years - she settled, as if she knew she was safe. Protected by the first man to ever love her.

And as the three of you rested in comfortable silence, you felt it again.

That love for him, a love that already felt all encompassing, growing even more.

[leahsgf]

LIFESAVER - leah williamson

leah williamson x child!reader | based on this request!

leah sighed as she awoke to the sound of your cries ringing through the baby monitor for what felt like the tenth time that night, wincing even more when she checked the time - it of course being only five minutes before her alarm was due to go off, only her luck.

you were usually a pretty good sleeper, and rarely cried in general, never mind throughout the night - so she had known almost instantly the first time you had awoken that you were feeling under the weather, and her worries had only proven right as the night had gone on and your state had worsened.

and again, as if it was part of a well planned routine, your cries only intensified when she eventually padded across the hallway and pushed open the door to your room, your little arms immediately throwing themselves up towards her, desperately in search of any form of comfort.

she bent down and scooped you out of your crib, cradling you in her arms in an instant, never one to deny you her embrace.

“i’m here sweetheart, i’ve got you. what’s the matter hm? can you tell mama?” she soothed for what felt like the hundredth time, running her hand through your bed head, voice so gentle that no outsider would believe it was the same stoic england captain they were so used to if they witnessed it.

you simply whined, more tears angrily slipping down your noticeably red cheeks as you buried your face into her neck, whimpering - her feeling warmth radiating off of you like a heater.

she had picked up on your temperature over the night and had kept an eye on it, and whilst it had definitely now started to come back down, she could tell that you still weren’t feeling great. she could guess based on how sniffly your cries had become, paired with the level of sick you'd been over the course of the night - that you’d picked up the latest nasty bug, most likely from your nursery, despite you only going there once or twice a week.

the nursery that you now wouldn’t be able to attend for the next forty eight hours whilst your mother went to training.

usually, leah wouldn't even hesitate to call jonas and let him know that she wouldn't be able to make it to training - you were her number one priority always, but of course, the one day you get ill happens to be the one day of the season that leah can't miss, or arrange for somebody to look after you at home.

meaning she'd have to bring you with her.

“okay my bubba. we’re gonna make you all better in no time, kay? you're gonna be my little helper for the day and come to work with me, and see all your aunties! they'll be so excited to see you.” she chatted away to you as she made her way down to the kitchen - prepping your morning bottle and fetching you some 'magic' medicine, whilst bouncing you gently in her arms.

you settled finally as you drank, clutching onto the bottle for dear life as leah stroked your forehead, it’s temperature finally going down to somewhat normal as the medicine started to kick in, your tiredness following, and catching up to you.

you were almost fast asleep as she bathed and changed you into some fresh, non sicky clothes, texting the arsenal group chat as a pre warning of your previously unexpected arrival.

she was grateful to say the least when she looked in her mirror to see you still knocked out in your car seat as she drove to the training ground - hoping that you finally getting some rest in meant that you were on the up, and that you'd wake up feeling better again.

“come on then my girl, let’s go see everyone then shall we” she whispered, pressing a kiss to your head as she unbuckled and lifted your sleeping frame into her arms, slipping your dummy into your mouth and grabbing your blanket, before grabbing both of your bags and heading inside.

-

“there’s my favourite girl!” an unmistakable irish voice boomed down the corridor from behind the pair of you, leah wincing as you stirred ever so slightly - not wanting to deal with another repeat of this morning.

thankfully, no such thing happened - katie getting the hint after a single look from the blonde, and a slap on the arm from caitlin.

“shit, sorry! do you want us to take her whilst you go and speak to jonas and kim about the plan for the day? they said it won't take long today” katie whispered, already reaching out for you before she had an answer.

“you’re a lifesaver, thank you! i'll be as quick as i can - if she does wake up there’s anything she’ll need in her bag, but she should hopefully be out for a while.” leah gently transferred you into katie’s waiting arms, a now well practiced routine with the team whenever they wanted baby cuddles and you were sleeping, and passed the aussie beside her your bag.

-

by the time you woke again, nearly four hours had passed - and you had been in pretty much everyone in the building's arms at some point or another as the team took turns doing drills.

your auntie viv was the lucky one this time, your eyes fluttering open slowly as she swayed with you wrapped up in her hold, humming a dutch lullaby. she was easily one of your favourite people, and had been for as long as you could remember, having cried in everybody else's arms apart from hers, the most awkward and freaked out person over holding a baby in the room, when you were a couple of weeks old.

"vivi" you mumbled, voice muffled by both your dummy and the sleep as you glanced up at her, playing with her fingers ever so softly.

"hi tiny, you feeling any better?" she asked, knowing that you probably had no idea what she was asking you, and that the fact you weren't crying was probably the best answer she was going to get.

you had perked up massively, some colour finally returning to your cheeks as your sleep clearly fought off whatever nastiness you had been feeling earlier on.

you babbled incoherently and pointed towards where alessia, katie and steph were chatting - another sign that you were definitely feeling a little bit more like yourself, wanting to be involved in what everyone was doing again.

the dutch woman placed you down on the floor as you wriggled and attempted to get down yourself, chuckling and following after you as you determinedly toddled over to the trio.

katie was the first to notice you and scoop you up, pretending that you were a rocket ship, making you squeal with laughter before steph had reminded her to be gentle with you. she only tickled you softly in response before placing you back down and letting you kick a ball to her and alessia, as steph rummaged through your backpack for a top up of medicine and a snack for you - knowing that you'd likely be starving.

the australian had very nearly been met with a complete meltdown when you'd spotted the medicine, it only being resolved because you saw lia stopping to get a snack and take her own medicine for her leg, letting you go and happily sit with her, thinking you were as cool as your auntie lia as steph popped the syringe of pink liquid into your mouth.

-

leah had been checking in on how you were doing every half an hour or so, and she had never been happier to see you run towards her when she caught your eye.

"hi my baby! how are you feeling?" she cooed, granting your wish to be in her arms immediately and fussing over you whilst thanking all of the girls for their help.

“she’s been good, slept like a champ and just had some more medicine - think she’s officially on the mend.” steph answered, grinning at you and playing with your hair as leah pressed kisses to your cheek.

you clapped your hands and cheered, not understanding the words but loving the attention that was on you - and how the horrible ache in your body had started to fade.

“alright then! we’re all done for the day so we’re gonna head off for some much needed rest - thank you girls for all of your help with this one. say bye to your aunties then bubba.” leah collected all of your stuff and waved goodbye - you copying her almost identically, as expected.

“bye bye.” you said as clearly as your dummy would allow, waving again at each of the girls individually, who had all gathered near you, their usual place whenever you were around.

“clumsy lessi.” you mumbled as you pointed at alessia, the rest room erupting in laughter just like every other time you said it, and the striker once again protested.

“she knows like ten words and those are two of them!”

"don't get mad at the baby for speaking the truth russo!"

[eggcompany]

Jayce cries after sex. Viktor’s in his lap, their bodies still connected, kissing away his tears. Jayce is sniffling, arms wrapped around Viktor, pressing their chests together uncaring of the brace hard against his torso.

“So well Jayce, you did so well. I love you.” Viktor whispers, kisses all over the other man’s face, wiping the tears away. Jayce looks at him like he hung the moon.

“I love you too, I love you so much Vik, I love you” Jayce said, something so bone deep and heady in his voice as he lays his head against Viktor, hiding away in his boney shoulder.

Viktor would huff a laugh, a big dog, Jayce reminds him of. He rubs up and down the muscular, strong back before him, pressing kisses to Jayce’s hair, ears, wherever he can reach until eventually he gets carried to the bath.

Jayce just gets so overwhelmed by his own emotions, the release of an orgasm shattering his resolve. Viktor doesn’t mind. He likes seeing his strong man of progress turned into nothing more than a sniveling cuddle bug.

[zegrasdrysdale]

Jamie or Nico where the reader is sick has the stomach bug or somthing and being really sweet and either Jamie or nico is takeing care of the reader

[ i’ve got you ] n. hischier

paring : Nico Hischier x fem!reader

summary : Nico takes care of his girlfriend while she’s down and basically out with the stomach flu

warning(s) : the stomach flu, throwing up, being sick in general

author’s note : this request coming in while i was sick and throwing up myself was very funny

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The bathroom floor has become her friend over the past 24 hours or so. She’s spent more time in the bathroom than she has in her bedroom. The doctor at the urgent care told her to get as much rest as she could before she goes back to work, but the social media interns have been slacking since the stomach flu took her out two days ago. She hasn’t exactly been listening to the advice she’s been given and has been working from home.

This morning is no different than the last few days. Her back is against the wall right next to the toilet. Her eyes are closed but she’s not asleep. She’s probably going off of ten hours of sleep total in the last 72 hours because of the amount of time she’s spent in the bathroom.

The door opens and a pajama clad Nico walks into the room. Her eyes open and she looks up at her boyfriend of two years. Nico takes two large steps toward her and crouches beside her. He rests a hand on her forehead.

“Temperature hasn’t changed,” she croaks. “I checked it when I woke up. Still over 101 but less than 102. It’s like 101.6 or something. I can’t remember right now. I think I’m throwing up my stomach at this point because I’m pretty sure there’s nothing left in there to actually throw up.”

Nico frowns and sits crisscrossed in front of her. “I think you should go to the emergency room, liebling,” he tells her. “Your fever hasn’t broken and you’re still throwing up even though there isn’t anything to throw up. I know you are still working too so maybe not being home would be a good thing.”

Her stomach knots up and she reaches for the toilet. Nico grabs her hair and holds it up for her as she throws up for what’s probably the twentieth time in three days. Her throat is so sore from the bile she’s puked up.

Tears prick her eyes when she flushes the toilet and sits back. “I hate being sick,” she cries to Nico. “I hate that I practically live on the bathroom floor.”

Nico brushes her tears away. “I know,” he replies. Nico pauses for a second. “I’m going to tell Keefe and Fitzy that I’m going to stay home for the roadie so you aren’t alone, okay? I’ll do interviews or whatever here if they want me to. I’ll work from home like you even though you shouldn’t be working at all.”

“Interns don’t know what they’re doing,” she mumbles.

“This is when you let them figure it out,” Nico laughs as he brushes her sweaty locks out of her face. “Let your department head take over until you get back. Working isn’t helping you get better, liebling. It’s keeping you from getting better. Stressing about work isn’t good for you when you��re sick.”

The worst part is that she knows he’s right. Working isn’t helping her get any better. Stressing about what the interns are doing isn’t helping anything.

She sighs and looks up at him. “I’ll call my boss and tell her that I can’t work until I get back in the office,” she tells Nico. “I guess I’ll let the interns destroy the social media.”

“Leave it alone,” Nico tells her with a smile. “Your boss is capable enough to cover it. They won’t destroy the social media. I’ll call your boss for you while you soak in a warm bath. No more worrying about work. You’re not working from home anymore. That’s me if they need me to do an interview or two while they go on the road.”

After she nods, Nico starts a warm bath for her in the tub while she slowly strips out of the disgusting clothes she’s been living in since the first day she got sick.

Nico helps her into the warm water, which feels good on her aching body. He leaves the room for a couple of moments. She sinks down until her chin is submerged. Her eyes close as she finally doesn’t feel like she has to throw up for the first time in three days.

She doesn’t realize that Nico came back until he sits her up and sinks down in the water behind her. “You’re going to get sick,” she mumbles. “If I was going to get sick then I would’ve gotten sick already. Let me take care of you, liebling. I’ve got you.”

He grabs a cup from the ground beside the tub that he must’ve brought in with him and leans her head back to wet her hair. She hums at how good it feels to have warm water on her scalp.

Nico washes and conditions her hair, with her instruction because she wants to at least make sure her hair is done right. He helps her clean her body. He’s very gentle with her since her entire body is aching with fever.

“Do you think you can eat something?” Nico asks. “I can make you toast or you can snack on some crackers.”

She shakes her head and leans back against Nico’s chest as she shuts her eyes. “Wanna sleep,” she mumbles. “So sleepy.”

Her body relaxes and she feels herself enter a daze. Until Nico gently shakes her awake. “Can’t sleep in the tub,” he tells her. “Let’s get you dressed and into bed. Maybe I’ll have something ready for you to eat when you wake.”

With a tired groan, she allows Nico to help her out of the tub and wrapped up in a towel. He helps her into their shared bedroom where he grabs one of his t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants for her to dress into.

As soon as her body hits the mattress and her head hits the pillows, she begins to drift off to sleep. Nico presses a kiss to her temple and mumbles, “Sleep well. We’ll try food when you wake up. I love you.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

When she wakes, it feels like she’s blinked. She feels only slightly better when her nap is over, but she looks over at her bedside table and finds a piece of unbuttered toast. It looks like it was recently put there. Something small to get in her stomach since she’s thrown up everything else she’s tried to eat.

There’s a voice coming from the other room so she goes to investigate when she’s done eating. She throws on one of the hoodies she borrowed from Nico and heads out into the living room of their apartment.

Nico looks back at her as he’s saying, “… a couple of days away from the team. I’m not hurt but my girlfriend is very sick and shouldn’t be left alone.” He pauses. “Yes, just put me on leave for personal reasons. Say I have to deal with a family emergency for a couple of days.” He pauses again and turns his back to her. “Yeah, I’ll be available for an interview or two once this is announced. I know a lot of people will have questions and I’m not afraid to answer any of them.” He pauses one last time. “Thank you. Let me know if I need to do any interviews or if I need to send out a statement.”

Then he hangs up the phone and turns back to her. “You got your leave?” she questions.

He nods. “Yeah,” he sighs. “They understood that I need to step away. I don’t want to be in California while you’re here sick. I want to make sure I’m here if something happens and you need to go to the hospital. It’s one thing if I’m playing in a homestand, it’s another if I go on a California roadie for a week.”

She frowns and is so exhausted and overwhelmed that tears form in her eyes. They roll down her cheeks and she does her best to wipe them away before Nico sees them, but it’s too late.

Nico walks up to her and wraps his arms around her. “I don’t deserve you,” she sobs. “I’ve been such a bad girlfriend recently and stressing you out because I’ve been stressing myself out. I haven’t been listening to anything that anyone is saying to me because I thought working was more important than resting and getting better.”

“This is why I’m here,” Nico tells her. “To help you out in moments like this. Remind you to take a break. Relieve some of that stress by telling your boss to take over your work until you get back and help you into the tub so you can soak.”

The tears don’t stop at Nico’s words. They only get worse and her sobs get louder because she’s so tired and overwhelmed.

Yet, he holds her the entire time she cries in the living room.

This is the reason she loves Nico. It’s never been a choice between her and hockey for him. He’s picked her over his career numerous times over the past two years or so. Even at her worst moments, like right now. He’s always stepped away from hockey to take care of her.

It’s what makes him a great captain too. He’s always putting his teammates above himself, no matter what team he’s on or what country he’s playing in. Their needs, their injuries, their illnesses. It’s no surprise to her that those qualities come into play in their relationship.

She finally stops crying after five minutes, and Nico never lets her go. She looks up at him and he dries her cheeks with his thumbs.

“I love you,” she tells him. “More than you’ll ever know.”

Nico kisses her forehead. “You seem a little cooler,” he says. “Are you feeling better?”

“I don’t feel like I have to throw up the toast yet,” she sighs. “Key word being ‘yet’ in that sentence.”

He laughs and suggests, “How about a movie and you can sleep if you want? Does that sound good?” She nods.

The pair go back into their bedroom. She curls up at Nico’s side as he finds something to watch on Netflix. She never finds out what he put on because she was back asleep before he picked something.

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[luveline]

For Eddie and Roan, can you write a ficlet where Roan wakes up sick and goes to Eddie's bed to wake him up and tell him she doesn't feel good and he's worried and takes her temperature and sees that she's fever, so he stays at home taking care of her?

eddie and roan ♡

Roan's head feels heavy as a bowling ball. She focuses very hard on not falling over, and so she doesn't realise you're awake and sitting up until she's climbing onto the bottom of your bed. 

“Hey, princess,” you whisper, holding your finger to your lips, “daddy's still sleeping.” 

She loves you, but she ignores you. She loves you, capital L, but she needs her dad. You don't try to stop her, the book on your thighs closing as you let your hiked knees fall. “Ro?” you ask. 

“Dad,” she whines, “I need you to be awake.” 

Eddie puts his hand up to her face. Roan groans and tips her head back as he feels along her head to the soft crop of hair at the base of her neck. “Why?” he asks hoarsely, pulling her in blindly.  

Parcelled against his chest, Roan can hardly breathe. “Daddy,” she says urgently. 

He lifts his head on the pillow, eyes peeled back painstakingly slowly. “What's the matter, Ro?” 

She knew he'd know there was something wrong. Her dad knows everything even when he says he doesn't, and her eyes fizzle with tears in the gentle embrace of his arm. He rubs her back accordingly. “What's wrong, baby?” he asks, adopting his softest of tones. 

Roan hides her face in his chest shyly. “I feel bad…” 

Eddie feels suddenly and extremely worried at the sight of her. He panics hard, heart in his mouth sort of panic, but then you touch his elbow and he remembers he's not doing it alone anymore. 

“What kind of sick?” he asks. 

Roan curls into her pill bug shape on top of him and cries about her head feeling weird and her tummy aching. He puts his hand on her stomach and finds it bloated despite it being rather small otherwise. He has no idea what it means, but he assures her it'll be okay the way he always does, murmurs said between teeny kisses pressed to her temple and his fingers raking down through her hair one rumpled curl at a time. 

Your second alarm rings. 

You get dressed quickly and Eddie doesn't move. He knows he can't go to work, not when she's like this. He can't imagine sending her to school, and can't imagine leaving her home this sort of sick without him. He remembers all those years ago feeling sick as a dog wishing Wayne could stay home just to keep him company, and he remembers being smaller, his mom on the couch, his sweaty head in her lap.  

You hop into one of your socks, smiling at him over her head. He smiles back. What can you do? it says. 

Perfume sprayed, hair done, you stand in the doorway brushing your teeth. “I can go get you some stuff before I go to work if I rush. Sorry, I wasn't thinking. She likes the cream of mushroom soup, right? Or is it cream of chicken?” 

“Both. Mushroom’s her favourite. And white rice. And cranberry juice.” 

“I know she wants cranberry juice,” you say around a mouthful of froth, waving your hand, “don't insult me, Eds.” 

He feels her forehead. She'd felt warm enough to guess she was sick, but her forehead is ember hot. “Aw, god,” he says, sitting up despite his twinging back, Roan held tight to his chest. “Can you get me a hand towel? Soak it in some cold water?” 

“Sure thing,” you say, rushing off. 

“This isn't cool, Ro, you weren't gonna tell me you're a human furnace? Thought we told each other everything?” he asks, brushing her hair back from her face. 

“I'm hot,” she says. 

He taps the tip of her nose. Her eyes focus on his finger, so he figures she'll be okay for now. “I know. I can feel it.” He'll hold a cold hand towel to her head for a bit to give her the chance to calm down, and if she doesn't cool he'll give her a lukewarm bath. There will be things to do, taking her temperature, calling the school, calling the doctor, rubbing her small back, but he's done it before. He can handle it without you. 

“I'm just a phone call away, okay?” you say, passing him the wrung towel carefully. “If you need anything, just call me.” You kiss his cheek, then Roan's. “Promise?” 

“I'll call you,” he says honestly. “But we'll be okay, won't we, babe?” 

Roan mumbles something unintelligible. Eddie's pretty sure she's saying we'll be fine. 

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Helaena X Reader: A mothers pain

a/n: i want to give Helaena a hug so bad. My poor girl

Warnings: attempted suicide, talks of death, grief, crying, angst, no use of y/n, happy ending, not proofread.

Word count: 1,5K

It's an odd feeling, one she has not experienced willingly in a while. Her mother often tried to touch her. To pull her into her cold embrace but she always denied her. Today at the funeral she’d almost broken down. She’d tried to climb in her mothers lap like she did as a child. The thought seemed absurd now but it had made sense to her at that moment.

Your body is warm against her, your arms wrapped around her frame. She’d stopped crying a while ago, there were no tears left to shed. Instead she stared at the floor as you held her. You’d always been there for her. Whenever she needed you you were just a call away. It didn’t matter what her request was, you would find a way to give it to her.

You’d been the one who had brought in the bugs for her collection. You would sneak into the kitchen when she had pregnancy cravings in the middle of the night . And you’d been there when she’d given birth to the twins. It seemed natural that her body seeked out your touch but it surprised you all the same. 

She’d stumbled into the room followed by her maids. You were already there waiting for her. She had glanced up at you in silence. You waited for her to call your name before you moved closer. She seemed so frail, standing in the middle of the room without knowing what to do. You placed your hand on her arm, the contact causing her to look up at you. Her eyes looked dazed but she met your eye contact anyway. Slowly you moved closer to her, your arms wrapping around her. She didn’t move against you for a moment but then you felt her body begin to shake. You tighten your grip on her as she lets her body sag. You allowed her to pull you down to the floor with her. Her maids looked at you in questioning. You merely pointed to the door telling them to leave. 

Helena cried for hours and you held her the whole time. Your hand stroked her hair as she tried to regain her breathing. You could feel her breath skim over your neck as you held her. She called out your name in a whisper, causing you to look at her.

“Yes, your grace?”

“I’d like a bath.”

“Of course.”

It was already dark outside. You moved over to the bathtub, filling it with warm water. Helaena sat at the edge of the room, her hands wringing each other as she waited for you to return to her. Once you finished preparing her bath you made your way to the young queen. You placed your arm out to her, allowing her to use your body to steady herself. You walked over to the tub making sure Helaena was as close as possible.

“Do you want help with your clothes?”

Helaena nodded at your question, her eyes staring into the water. You moved gently, removing her dress and underclothes with great care. She was pliable, allowing you to move her around to make removing her clothing easier. You’d never seen her quite so out of it. The sight pained you a lot. You were used to seeing the joyful side of Helaena, not this sad shell that stood before you now. 

You help Helaena climb into the tub. The water splashed around as she slowly allowed her body to become covered. You grabbed a sponge, rubbing small circles on Helaena's pale skin.

“You can dunk your head in now, your Grace.”

You stood up, turning to grab something you’d forgotten. Helaena sunk into the tub, allowing the water to cover her upper side entirely. She remained under the water for a moment. It felt peaceful, the dulled sound made her feel sleepy and the warm water felt like a hug. Her hands gripped at the edge of the tub, forcing her body to continue under. The need to breathe began to overwhelm her but she pushed it down. She wanted to go to sleep. She wanted to sleep and not wake up. She closed her eyes allowing her thoughts to drift.

Helaena felt something strong grab at her body. She felt the water move around her, the sudden dull sound being replaced by your voice. Her head throbbed a bit. She opened her eyes, finding your fear stricken face. Your eyes were wide and you looked paler than normal. You tugged Helaenas body into your arms not caring about getting your clothes wet. When you’d turn around you’d expected to see Helaena sitting in the tub with her head above water. Instead you’d find her knees sticking out of the water, her hand gripping at the edge of the bathtub until her knuckles had turned white. You’d acted on instinct, immediately reaching for her. 

Helaena shivered against you. You wrapped a cloth around her body, your hands tugging her as close as possible. Helaena could hear your heartbeat. It was beating quite fast. She could feel your hands shake as you dried her off. 

“I’m tired.”

You took a breath in, trying to calm yourself. You’d almost watched Heleana commit suicide, your mind was having a hard time forgetting that. But you had a job to do.

“Let's get you to bed.”

Once Helaena was completely dry you helped her put on her nightgown and had guided her over to bed. You tugged the covers up allowing her to climb in. Helaena watched you pull the sheets on top of her, shielding her body from the cold. In this light you seemed like you were glowing. You looked like an angel. Helaena placed her hand on yours causing you to look at her. You gave her a small smile.

“Everything alright?”

“I’m sorry I frightened you. I just wanted the pain to go away.”

She sounded like a little kid. Your heart hurt as you took in the pureness of her soul. She was a grieving mother who had been through far too much pain for someone so young. You pushed her hair out of her face before, moving to wrap your hand around hers.

“Just promise you won't do that again.”

“I promise.”

You let out a breath giving Helaena one last smile before moving to leave the room. You’d almost made it out the door when she called out your name. You turned sound, your eyes finding Helaenas frame. She was sitting on the bed, her sheets pooled around her waist.

“Yes you grace?”

“Lay with me?”

“I’m not sure King Aegon would-”

“He doesn't come here. He hasn’t slept here since….”

She didn’t need to say it, you knew what she meant. You closed the door, making your way back to the bed. You climbed on the opposite side, settling on top of the sheets. Helaena laid down again, looking at you.

“You’ll be cold.”

She moved her hand so that she could lift the sheets for you. You knew you shouldn’t risk getting the bed dirty but you couldn’t deny the queen's wishes. You lifted your body, tugging the sheets from beneath you. You climbed under the sheets. You could feel the heat radiating from Helaenas body. She inched herself closer to you, moving so that she could rest her head in your chest.

“Tell me a story.”

“Okay. There once was a little girl who lived in a castle.”

“Was she a princess?”

“No, she was a server girl. She worked in the kitchen. And then one day she found a young princess playing in the garden. She asked the princess what she was doing there.”

“What did the princess say?”

“She said she was looking for caterpillars. The server girl told the princess that she’d get in trouble if her mother, the queen, caught her outside. She told the princess to go back inside and that she would look for the caterpillars herself. So the princess went back into her room and waited for the server girl.”

Helena had grown silent. You wondered if she’d fallen asleep.

“Then what happened?”

“Well, the server girl found the caterpillars but she was caught on the way to the princesses room. She was going to be punished for walking around the castle in places she wasn’t supposed to but before they could take her away the princess came to her rescue.”

“What a brave princess.”

You smiled at Heleana, your hand stroking her hair.

“Yes she was.”

“What happened to the server girl?”

“Well, the princess spoke so well about her that they gave her a promotion. She became the princess's handmaiden.”

“And her friend.”

You laughed at Helaena's comment, realizing she’d figured out you were telling her the story of the two of you. 

“Yes and her friend.”

Helena looked up at you, a small smile appearing on her face.

“Thank you for the story. Will you stay until I fall asleep?”

“Of course.”

Helena had become tormented by dreams of her son. She would relive the moment of his death over and over, not managing to sleep for longer than a couple hours. Tonight however she fell asleep in your arms. Feeling safer than she had in days.

[themultifandomgal]

Kelly Severide- A New Baby Pt2

I drop Harper off at day care and run to the store and grab a box of pregnancy tests. Quickly heading home and to the bathroom I pee on the stick and wait for the results. Kelly sits on the edge of the bath tub while I sit on the toilet seat

"It's going to be positive. You threw up again this morning" Kelly smiles

"I don't want you to get your hopes up Kel. There's a chance I might just have a bug from Harper"

"But there's a higher chance of you being pregnant, because Harper hasn't been ill"

"Well we will see in a couple of minutes"

"If hypothetically it isn't positive, we can always try again. But you my beautiful wife, are pregnant" I laugh shaking my head at him.

We wait for the timer to go off and when it does I pick the stick up

"And?" Kelly asks me with that smile as if to say he already knows

"I'm pregnant" I smile in defeat that he was right all along. Kelly lifts me up making me squeal "how the hell is Harper going to react?" I ask nervously. Kelly puts me down

"Whatever happens we will get through it together" he kisses my forehead.

We tell Harper not long after I find out that I'm pregnant, in hopes that she will come round to the idea before I give birth

"Ok Harper. Mommy and daddy have something to tell you"

"What is it?" Harper frowns at me

"Mommy has a baby in her tummy. So in October you will have a brother or sister" Kelly explains. Tears start to run down her face as she cries

"But I don't want a baby. Your my mommy and daddy not theirs" she points at my stomach

"Harper. We will always be your mommy and daddy and we will love you both so much"

"No you'll love them more than me!" she shouts

"I promise you that we won't" Kelly puts Harper on his lap

"No!" Harperscreams as me and Kelly try to comfort her. Tears start to form in my eyes

"Come on Harper. Won't it be nice to have a brother or sister to play with?" Kelly wipes her eyes

"No!" she shouts again and crosses her arms with a frown

"You know you might even like the baby when they're born"

"No mommy I won't. I only want you and daddy. No more only us and dogs" I sigh feeling defeated as she runs off. Kelly places his arm around my shoulder and kisses my cheek

"She'll warm up to the idea"

"I hope so"

"Can you give the baby back?" Harper ask me after I finish reading her a book

"No Harper"

"But I don't want a brother or a sister" she pouts

"I know, but me and daddy did want another baby"

"But I don't"

"Wouldn't you like to a friend to play with?"

"Why don't you give the baby to auntie Gabby"

"But I want the baby. Why don't you go to sleep. You might feel differently"

"I won't" I sigh kissing Harper on the head before getting out of her bed and switching the light off

"I love you" I tell her

"Love you to mommy" I pull her door to and head downstairs

"Well that didn't go very well" I say sitting on the couch with Kelly

"She's used to being an only child. It's a big change for her"

"She's stubborn, like her dad" I cross my arms

"Give her time. We can talk to Hermman, see if he's got any ideas on how we can help her"

"That's not a bad idea actually"

"I'll have a word with him tomorrow"

[voraciousvore]

The Tiny (Chapter 10)

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Content Warning: Soft unwilling unsafe vore, violence, blood

Word Count: 2.1k

------ Chapter 10: Pain and Peril ------

Human. 

I hone in on the scent like a bloodhound. It’s sweetly perfumed, like burning incense, with a savory undertone that gets my juices flowing. It pierces through the other scents—black coffee, paper and ink, cigarettes—with crisp clarity.  

I have an unusually perceptive nose, even for a giant. None of the other giants around me appear to notice the faint smell. I sniff the air, creeping closer to the source, sweeping the floor with my eyes as I search for one of those little rats. I doubt a human running loose would go undetected for more than a minute at most, however. No, this human is hidden somehow—perhaps masked by a chemical odor? There’s a giant man across the room who positively reeks of cologne. No man with a nose that dead would even bother to cover or accentuate his smell. It’s suspicious. 

He leaves the store, and I follow him. The more I stalk him, the more I’m certain he must have a human with him. I don’t question why, nor do I care. My stomach growls, eager to be satisfied. He’s an easy target, significantly shorter than me. Weak. Unsuspecting. I’ll overpower him easily. 

He's going out to his car, in a deserted parking lot. I pick up a huge, jagged rock from a nearby planter and prowl behind him, edging closer and closer. When he stops and starts to turn around, somehow alerted to my presence, I strike. I slam the rock into his skull, causing him to crumble to the pavement, flat on his back and out cold. A halo of blood materializes around his head. 

I stand over him, sniffing. Under his cologne bath, I perceive that distinctive human fragrance. I rummage through his clothes, searching. Hungering. As I stuff my hand into his front jacket pocket, my fingers collide with a living creature. It squeaks and darts away, but I snag it and drag it out. 

As I hoped, it’s a human: a small woman, thrashing desperately in my fist. My finger doesn’t even budge as she pushes against it with every ounce of strength in her muscles. “Chester!” she cries. “Help me!” 

I bare my teeth in a triumphant snarl and squeeze my fingers around her, eliciting a shrill, frightened yelp. “Finally!” I proclaim, to nobody in particular. “I have my own human!” I’ve dreamed of this day. Usually I’m too impulsive: I see a human, it runs, I catch it, I wolf it down like a starving beast. My impulse to hunt and devour kicks in and I don’t slow down to enjoy my prey.  

I want to play with her before I eat her. I hold her up closer to my face to study her. Her features are plain, but she’s plump and healthy, and her scent is mesmerizing. I have no doubt she’ll be a tasty morsel. Her puffy cheeks grow moist with tears. 

“Please… let me go,” she begs. “You’re hurting me.” 

I don’t care. I stuff her into my coat pocket and rush home. I live nearby, in a dilapidated shack off the beaten path. As I ponder how to toy with my fresh snack, my stomach starts to rumble and my maw drips with saliva. I gnash my teeth with savage desire. 

I make it home and shut the door behind me, shrouding the inside in darkness. I click on a bare grimy bulb overhead, which casts a dull flickering glow on the surface of my dining room table and not much else. I drag the woman out of my pocket and toss her roughly on the table. 

She has the common sense not to run, with the understanding that a fall from the table would conclude in a bleak death. Even when I sit down, I still tower over her. I plant my elbows on the table and rest my chin in my hand, watching her coldly, like a scientist might study a bug under a magnifying glass. She jitters and cowers, hugging herself with her arms. I let her stew in her terror, savoring her distress. 

After a long pause, she quavers, “W-w-what are you going to do with me?” 

I cock a brow as my leer burns into her. “I haven’t decided yet.” My chair creaks as I hunch forward, letting one of my hands fall to the table alongside her. She steps back, sweating hard. Her scent becomes more pungent, hanging in the stagnant air as a hypnotic plume. I can almost taste her fear, and it’s a delicacy. 

I reach for her, roping my finger around her waist when she flinches away so she’s forced to face me again. I lift her head up with the tip of my finger under her chin and rotate it side to side, so I can see her delicate facial features in more detail. She winces and squeezes her eyes shut, even though I haven’t hurt her—yet.  

My hand explores. I pinch her arm between my index and thumb and twirl it curiously. I encircle her with my fingers, examining her miniature legs and feet, marveling at how delicate they are. Her hands are easily engulfed by the plushness of my fingertips. I love how tiny she is, the control I hold over her, how she vibrates uncontrollably with fear within my grasp. She doesn’t dare to move, lest I destroy her with a twitch of my hand. I can do anything I want to her, and there’s nothing she can do to stop me. I feel like a god, drunk with power. 

“How lucky I am,” I mumble. “Not just any human, but a young woman. My favorite flavor.” Women tend to be sweeter in taste, while men are more meaty, though every individual is different. While I eat both indiscriminately, I do have a preference for sweet meats. I’m curious about her taste, with how tantalizing she smells. I drop my head down and jerk her arm up to my lips. 

She screeches as I close my lips around her arm, slurping it into my mouth up to her shoulder. She strains to pull away, hammering her other hand into my chin, to no avail. Her arm wriggles between my teeth like a worm, while her microscopic fingers claw at my tongue. I wrap the slimy muscle around her arm to sample her. The taste is perfectly balanced, even better than I imagined. I’m tempted to bite, to sever her wrist with my front teeth, but I want her to last. I refrain, releasing her. She collapses back on the table with a splatter of spit. 

I want to have some fun first. With a vicious grin, I reach into my pocket and pull out my pocketknife, unleashing the gleaming blade with an aggressive flick. She gasps and stumbles back, white as a ghost. She scrambles away but I smack her down with my hand and pull her towards me, pinioning her flat on the table. 

She writhes frantically, slapping my fingers with spastic energy. I flip the blade of my knife up and slide it under her shirt. The sharp edge cleaves the fabric, nicking her belly in the process. Her whimpers of fright escalate into high-pitched screams that tickle my ears. 

The seductive smell of her blood drives me wild, beckoning me forward with an irresistible magnetism. I brush my fingertip along her wound, triggering another shriek from my victim, before acquainting my tongue with her crimson nectar. 

“Mmmmm, your blood is savory,” I utter as the coppery tang pervades my mouth. “Delicious. Maybe I ought to carve you up in pieces and eat you that way.” I’m rewarded with more panicked squeals and squirms. I take my time, pondering my options as she becomes increasingly desperate to get away. With a grin, I loom over her, bringing in my face close enough for her to feel my hot breath on her skin.  

“Then again, I’d prefer to have you alive inside my stomach. It feels so much better when you humans wriggle around in there.” She makes a faint choking sound in response. Her heart is thrumming beneath my finger, her chest convulsing with frenzied breaths. She jolts as I attack her with my knife again, this time cutting through her pants and the meat of her thigh, stripping her of all her clothes. She wails again. 

My bloodlust is awakened, my thirst for violence begging to be quenched. I scrape my knife along her other leg, then both her arms, her face, even her breasts. I use just enough force to cause pain and draw blood, but not to maim or kill. As much as I’d love to cleave through sinew and bone, I want her to have plenty of fight when I inevitably swallow her. As the blood oozes from her wounds, I imagine how she’ll taste and feel in my mouth when I eat her, and my tongue glides over her sliced-up nude form. I’m sure my saliva will sting her cuts and worsen her agony.  

Her screams devolve into heaving sobs that rattle her chest. “Please,” she implores. “Please, don’t torture me like this. Just kill me!” I’m amused by her grim supplications. I pull back and sheathe my knife, casting it to the side. Her confusion at my unexpected retreat morphs to alarm as I pluck her off the table and dangle her above my face.  

I impale her with a baleful, frigid stare. She’s gasping for breath while her legs swing uselessly in the empty space. The tension strains her every nerve, as she clings to a hope that will never materialize. She shudders all over, like she’s dying of hypothermia. Her eyes, soft and brown, meet the frozen tundra of my irises. A trickle of blood dribbles off her foot and plops on the table. 

“No,” I declare with finality. I have no intention of sparing her, and I’m more than willing to crush her final glimmer of hope into oblivion. The singular word devastates her; she slumps against my digits in defeat. I snigger with abusive venom at her misfortune. She winces and squeezes her eyes shut, wringing out streams of bitter sorrow. 

My appetite is sufficiently whetted; I can’t hold myself back any longer. My stomach bubbles boisterously, pleading to be sated with human meat. I open my jaws wide to envelop her in my drooling maw. She springs to life again in a futile effort to resist her fate, not yet resigned to a gruesome, barbaric death. My dripping tongue wraps around her and my teeth clack shut. I relish her feisty flailing as much as her succulent exposed flesh, seasoned with her sapid blood like a macabre ketchup. 

As much as I’m tempted to chew, to experience the gratifying discharge of blood, organs, and muscle that would occur when I pop her body like a balloon, I crave her live agitations in my gut more. Regardless, I still tease her, shoving her between my molars and grinding them against her. Her fists tap against my teeth and gums in distress. I slurp on her with more suction in response. 

When I’m ready to swallow, I force her towards my gullet with my tongue. I’m disappointed to find she isn’t fighting back anymore; perhaps I was too rough on her, and unintentionally broke her. However, I’m startled by a sudden ferocious kick to the back of my throat that causes me to choke. She’s flung forward, but I manage to close my teeth so I don’t expel her from my maw.  

Prey that enter my mouth never come back out. I’m irritated by her antics. Repressing my gagging coughs, I scramble for a drink of water to ease the scratching in my throat. I tilt my head back and part my teeth just enough to chug down a waterfall of the cool, soothing liquid. I pour the human down my throat with the water, swallowing her entirely with a muscular throb. I sigh with satisfaction as her nude body, reduced to nothing more than an energetic lump, pulses down through my chest, until my esophagus dumps her into my stomach. 

I exhale again, rubbing my belly in contentment. She didn’t lose any of her vigor after all, and I feel a perverse vindication as she kicks and punches my stomach lining. My digestive organ groans and churns loudly as it eagerly works to chemically and mechanically tear her down. I settle back into my chair and pat my gut. I burp into my hand, grinning to myself. I wish I could’ve restrained myself a bit, and made her last longer, but I have plenty of time to enjoy her death throes inside me, before she draws her last breath. 

Chapter 11

[timaeusterrored]

(Let it out)

V doesn’t cry for a while.

You’d think after everything he had been through, losing Johnny, Jackie, and T-Bug, and losing himself would cause him to break. But it doesn’t. He doesn’t cry for a while.

He doesn’t cry until about two months after he and Kerry are married, and he’s admitting to himself that the relic ruined him in deeper ways than he thought. Rogue passed over the torch of the Afterlife to him, promised she’d still be around if he needed anything, and that was that.

Vax was standing in his massive penthouse, sounds of a bath running upstairs and soft music playing over the surround sound. A calm night, the husbands still deep in their honeymoon phase and their “holy shit can you believe we lived through that?” Phase.

“Vax?”

V wasn’t aware of the tears running down his face until warm hands cupped his cheeks and wiped them away. No judgement or harshness, just pure concern from his lover.

He tried to answer, say he was okay, but his voice broke and a sob wracked through him. He covered his mouth as Kerry brought him closer, petting his hair and whispering to him. He wonders how long this had been anticipated. How long people were waiting for him to break.

He cried for Jackie, the first one he lost in this chaos. Then for T-Bug, who died quicker than he had time to process, he didn’t even know she was dead until a week later. Then he cried for Johnny, the one he came to see as his other half. By the end of it, he was ready to accept that he and Johnny were one. That he could find a way to save them both. He loved Johnny, in such a way it hurt to not have him anymore.

He cried for his lost youth. For Vex, who had to become a mother quicker than anyone ever should. For himself, raising the both of them on the streets for 15 years. Then he cried over the burn on his hand, a signal for the start of the worst years of his life. Maybe if that night had never happened, he would have never met him. Maybe he could take showers like a normal person and swim in his perfectly good pool.

And then he cried for Kerry. For the poor man that didn’t deserve any of this. Who probably thought he was signing up for some fun with a young man and got stuck with a wrecking ball instead. Vax had spent the last few years trying so hard to be that. He hated watching Kerry take care of him after the space station, waking up to Kerry holding him to his chest after a nightmare. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, it was supposed to be the other way around.

“Hey… sweetheart, look at me.”

Vax felt his face being pushed away from the safety of Kerry’s shoulder. Back to the harsh reality of Night City… but in that moment, he was in their living room. Warm and safe from any horrors in the city below. The warm hands holding his face were full of love and as Kerry promised him on their wedding day, protection.

They couldn’t protect each other in the same ways, but they still loved each other.

Kerry bumped their foreheads together, forcing eye contact. Vax hated eye contact when he was vulnerable like this.

“I love you.”

Those three little words, ones that took them so long to say with confidence. Now he said it with his full chest, eye contact and all.

“How long have to been waiting for this?” Vax’s voice was broken from crying, still trying to catch his breath. But Kerry just smiled.

“A while. Crying on our wedding day doesn’t count either. Had bets with everyone going. I thought you’d cry about a month after you came down, Judy had two-“ Vax started laughing before Kerry could finish teasing him.

“Hey…” Vax closed his eyes, holding his husband’s wrists.

“Hey handsome.”

“I love you too.”

[rebelwhump]

Bathtub: Part 2

Part 1

CW: emeto

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“Jazz, what’s…oh shit!” Alice exclaimed, throwing the door open and stepping inside. “Are you okay? What the fuck happened?” 

Alice couldn’t answer, too distraught and embarrassed about what had just transpired. Her face was wet with tears as she stopped gagging and started to sob. 

“Hey, you’re alright. I’m gonna help you, okay?” Alice knelt down next to the tub, careful to avoid the puddle of sick that had sloshed over the edge. 

Jasmine brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. “I…w-want my…want b-brett.”

“I know, babes. Let’s get you out of the tub,” Alice said, looking down at the yellowish vomit floating on the water's surface. “Uh, can you open the drain? Then we can rinse you off.” Although puke didn’t really bother her, she would rather avoid having to stick her arm in that water. 

“M’sorry. This is s-so gross,” Jasmine cried while submerging her hand to search for the drain and pulled the plug. Slowly, the water receded, leaving chunks of vomit that were too big to fit down the drain. Alice grimaced.

“It’s fine,” she said - not denying the fact that it was, indeed, gross - “Let’s just get you out and dressed.” She helped her friend stand in the tub while turning on the shower head to rinse her off. Being roommates for years, they had seen each other naked or in various states of undress before, but this was a particularly vulnerable moment. Alice averted her eyes as much as possible to allow her some semblance of privacy. 

A sudden gag brought Alice’s sky blue eyes back up to meet Jasmine’s rich dark brown ones. They conveyed an overwhelming sense of fear and humiliation. Jasmine slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling a thick belch. 

“Don’t fight it. You’re already in the tub, might as well let it out.” Alice could see her struggling to hold it in. A strong thump on her back had Jasmine burping up a stream of vomit into the bath. She struggled to catch her breath, more tears streaming down her face. “You good?”

Although she wasn’t sure she was completely empty, she let Alice wrap her in a turquoise towel and guide her out of the tub to sit on the lid of the toilet. “I wanna die,” she whimpered, hugging her tender tummy.

Limp as a rag doll, Alice struggled to help her friend dress and comb her unnaturally long hair. They stumbled into Jasmine's bedroom together, as she was too dizzy to make the walk there unassisted. She collapsed onto the bed, now wearing a pair of loose fitting blue sweats and a thin white t-shirt. Curling up, she grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her middle.

“My tummy hurts and I feel so sick and I just want Brett, but he won’t text me back because I’m a terrible girlfriend and I’m too much and…” 

“Woah, slow down there,” Alice interrupted. Her friend was spiraling, and she cringed at how pitiful she sounded. “Look, I’ll call your boy toy, okay? Just lay here and try not to puke again.” 

Out in the living room, Alice pulled out Jasmine’s phone and scrolled through her contacts before coming across Brett’s name with a bunch of heart emojis after it. It rang and rang before going to voicemail, which was full. She tried calling again and finally someone answered the phone. 

“Hello?” The voice was deep and smooth. 

“Brett? This is Alice, Jasmine's roommate.”

“Brett’s not able to come to the phone right now. I’m his brother, Paul.” 

Why the fuck was his brother answering his phone? Alice thought. “Do you normally go around answering other people's phones?”

 “What do you…” she cut him off. 

“Nevermind. Look, I need to speak with Brett. It’s about his girlfriend. She’s really sick.”

“If it’s a stomach bug, she most likely caught it from my brother. He’s been laid up for days and just fell asleep…I’m actually in the middle of something, but I’ll tell him you called when he wakes up,” Paul said before promptly ending the call.

Alice scoffed and headed back into the bedroom. Jasmine was still curled up with a pillow, sniffling pitifully. “Looks like your boyfriend was patient zero. Sounds like he’s not gonna be able to come over Jazz. I’m sorry.”

Jasmine lifted her head, eyes wide. “You talked to him?

“No, his brother. What a dick,” she exclaimed.

“Paul?” She sounded surprised. “He’s always been nice to me.” A burp slipped past her lips and she grimaced at the sour taste that lingered on her tongue. 

“Yeah, well, he said Brett’s asleep but that he’d let him know we called.” Alice went about setting up the room to get Jasmine ready for the night. She replaced the half-full plastic bag that lined the small waste bin, setting it next to the bed. A bottle of aspirin and a glass of water were put within reach on the nightstand. “Need anything else?”

“No,” Jasmine whispered, her voice hoarse from puking. Alice rubbed her arm before heading back out into the living room, leaving the door open a crack in case she called for her. 

The night was pretty uneventful after that - Jasmine slept while Alice played Horizon Zero Dawn on her PlayStation. Until around 1am, when there was a knock at the door. Alice looked through the peephole to find Brett standing on the other side. She opened the door to reveal a disheveled man with a head of messy brown curls, wearing Nike shorts and a pair of black slides. 

“Where is she?” Brett said urgently, pushing his way past Alice in the doorway. 

“Come on in, why don’t you.” She rolled her eyes. “Jazz is sleeping. Which is what I thought you were doing? You look like you could use it.”

Brett stumbled into the kitchen, waving Alice off. “I’m fine. How is she?” A part of her was jealous that her friend had someone who cared for her enough to show up in the middle of the night, clearly still sick himself, just to check on his girlfriend. 

“After pulling an exorcist in the bathtub, I got her into bed and she knocked the fuck out shortly after,” Alice explained, pulling out a chair from their dining room table. “Here. Sit down before you keel over. You look like shit.”

“Gee, thanks,” Brett rolled his eyes, but followed her suggestion and sat down anyway. He was still feeling drained and a little woozy from his own bout with the stomach flu. 

A glass of water was pushed into his hand, urging him to drink. He definitely needed it. He was so dehydrated after being unable to keep down fluids for over a day. Brett greedily slurped it down before letting out a relieved sigh. Alice raised an eyebrow and refilled the glass for him, but he suddenly realized that all that water was sitting quite heavily in his belly. He rubbed his stomach and let out a small wet burp. 

“You okay?” Alice asked. In response, Brett nodded but kept his mouth closed as he swallowed down another burp. The thought of grabbing a bowl or trash can crossed Alice’s mind, but was quickly dismissed when they heard retching coming from the other room. 

The two of them appeared in the doorway to find Jasmine’s shadowed figure hunched over the bin that was now on the bed, between her legs. Alice turned on her bedside lamp while Brett crawled onto the mattress and held the hair back from his girlfriend's face while she continued to heave. When Jasmine finally opened her eyes, her mouth dropped at the sight of her partner in bed with her. 

“W-what are you doing here?” She asked weakly, arms still wrapped around the small trash can filled with vomit. 

“My brother told me you were sick. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner, baby,” he replied, gently rubbing her back. Tears filled her eyes as she nuzzled up to him, burying her face in his neck. Alice was quick to grab the sick bin before she knocked it over and went to the bathroom to replace the plastic bag liner. 

“I-I t-thought you were m-mad at m-me,” Jasmine sobbed into his shoulder. His heart broke at her confession.

“Oh babe, no. I’m not mad at you. Not at all!” Brett assured her. 

“But y-you didn’t an-answer my texts.” She muffled a sickly little burp into his now damp shirt. 

“I’m so so sorry. I’ve been really sick, baby. The last couple days have been a total blur.” He continued to rub her back while she curled up in his lap. “I’m gonna…make it up to you though,” he paused, swallowing hard. There was a lump in his throat and the water he slurped down was sloshing uncomfortably in his belly. Jasmine’s ear was pressed to his tummy and she could hear the upset gurgles and whines.

“Are you okay?” She asked nervously, sitting up to get a good look at her boyfriend's face. He was pale and a little shaky, his lips pressed together in a thin line. He swallowed convulsively, throat bobbing, before moving quickly off the bed and out of the room. He barely made it to the bathroom before the water came rushing up and he dove for the sink. 

Alice was still in the bathroom, cleaning out the waste bin in the tub after discovering an unfortunate hole in the plastic bag. “What the fuck!?” Brett was panting over the sink, one hand bracing himself on the counter, while the other was clutching his stomach.

“Oh god…m’ sorry,” he mumbled as he wiped his chin with his sleeve. Alice walked over and placed a hand on his back, waiting for him to finish.

“Alright, let’s get you back to bed with the other sickie.” She escorted him back to the room and he crawled into bed next to his girlfriend who was sitting up with a worried expression on her face. 

“I’m fine, babe. I guess my stomach’s still a little sensitive,” he explained while gently patting his tummy. “Sorry.” Brett’s eyes were apologetic. He felt bad because he went there with the intention of taking care of his girlfriend and ended up getting sick himself. He knew how she reacted to puking and he was scared that he’d trigger a panic attack. However, she surprised him by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Jasmine said softly. They melted into each other's touch, getting comfortable on the bed. 

Alice brought in another trash can and glass of water to set on Brett’s side of the bed. “You two get some rest. Just holler if you need me…and try not to puke on anything.” 

Brett rolled his eyes and Jasmine’s already flushed cheeks deepened in color. “How’s your tummy?” He asked.

“Uhm…not so good,” she replied sheepishly. 

“Would you like me to rub it?” Jasmine froze at the thought of him touching her stomach when it was this upset. It made her uncomfortable, but she also desperately wanted relief from the crampy sensation in her gut. Deciding to let him comfort her, she nodded and he reached his hand under her top to palm her bloated belly. Gently, he began massaging her upper abdomen, slowly moving down past her belly button. “Is this okay?”

“Ye-URRP.” She was cut off by a loud belch that was dislodged when he pressed on a pocket of gas in her tummy. Smothering her face into his thigh, she let out a whine. “Oh my god. I’m sorry. That’s so gross.”  

Brett chuckled and ran his fingers through her shiny black hair. “Baby, don’t worry about it. You’re never gross. Do you feel better now?”

“Yeah, a little,” she admitted, feeling slightly less bloated. 

“Good.” He continued with the belly rub, coaxing up a couple more burps, and once again, Jasmine hid her face in embarrassment. They stayed like that for almost an hour until Jasmine’s eyelids grew heavy and she relaxed enough to fall asleep. Shortly after, Brett did too, his arms still wrapped around her small frame. 

[castawaycat]

The Tales of a Little Tiger: Chapter 16- Fevered Magic

Summary: Y/n faces a medical mystery.

You fussed as you threw your sippy cup filled with lactose milk on the ground. It didn’t taste bad, but it wasn’t your mama’s milk. No matter how many times you signed to your mama’s that you wanted them to feed you, they just kept handing you back your sippy cup. 

“Y/n, drink your milk. It’s good milk.” Wanda said as she took a sip from your (favorite color) sippy cup. She smiled as she handed it back to you. 

You took a few sips and rubbed your tired eyes. Not only had you been fussy about your mama’s giving you less breast milk, but you were also teething. 

Natasha scooped you in her arms as she held your sippy cup for you and began to sway in a gentle motion. She frowned when she felt how hot your forehead felt when she leaned down to kiss your head. “Wanda, will you bring me the thermometer? Y/n, feels a little warm.” 

Your mama’s doted on you as you continued to fuss in their arms. “Do you think we should take her in for a checkup?” Wanda asked as she frowned at the thermostat that read 102.5 fahrenheit. 

“Let’s give her some medicine and maybe a special mommy popsicle (frozen breastmilk) and see how she does.” Nat said as she took you to the kitchen and placed you in your high chair, her heart shattered as you cried at being put down. “I know my baby. You don’t feel good do you? Don’t worry, we are going to make you feel better.” 

You screamed and cried when your mama Nat put a syringe of icky yucky medicine in your mouth and made you drink it. Your face was red from the fever and sticky medicine. When it came to taking medicine, you were the worst. You would often spit it out and your mama Wanda would have to hold your hands away from your face. 

After Nat was satisfied with the amount of medication you actually swallowed she grabbed a “mom pop” from the freezer and handed it to you. 

Your face lit up as you reached for the popsicle and happily stuck it in your mouth. The coldness from the popsicle instantly soothed your gums and the taste of the milk comforted you. 

Wanda worked fast to take your shirt off. You were going to need a bath after you finished your little snack. Something in her gut told her that your fever was due to more than just teething, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. 

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Wanda felt uneasy as she watched you sleep. The bath did little to lower your fever. Natasha had already called Helen and asked to keep a spot open in case they needed to come in. She also called Pepper to ask if maybe Peter was down with a bug. 

“This doesn’t make sense. I mean I know she is teething; but she shouldn’t be this sick. Peter and all the kiddos who were at the party are completely fine.” Nat said as she paced back and forth. 

“I think we should take her to Helen… Do you think it could have anything to do with her powers? Did she ever tell you when she got her powers? Wanda asked as she focused on your chest rise and fall. 

Nat bit her lip and shook her head as she let out a long sigh. “All she told me was that she started to experiment with her powers when she was a little girl, and because of that she lost her whole family. From what she’s told me her magic was pretty strong.” 

Wanda teared up at the thought of you carrying the guilt of killing your whole family. You and Nat had never talked to her about your past in regards to your powers. She understood how uncontrolled chaotic magic could hurt others. She wondered if your magic was similar to her chaotic magic. After she lost her boys and Vision, she stopped using the tome to research her powers deeper. 

“Wanda? Are you alright?” Nat asked as she looked at her girlfriend with concern shining in her eyes. 

Wanda tried her best to pull herself out from her thoughts. She gave a weak smile to Nat, “I’m alright. I’m just worried.” 

You let out small whimpers as you started to wake up. Your whole body hurt and you felt cold even though you were wearing a warm onesie. Tears leaked down the side of your face right before your mama Nat scooped you up. 

“What’s wrong, malen'kiy?” Your mama did her best to soothe you as she rubbed your back, she frowned when she felt heat radiating off of you. “We need to get her to Medbay. Call Bruce too, we need to get to the bottom of this. I’m going to get y/n ready.” Nat said as she rushed in getting your diaper bag all packed, making sure to pack your Tigey. 

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You cried deep painful cries as your mama’s rushed you into Medbay. There Bruce and Helen worked fast to get you admitted into a room where they could monitor you. Your fever had reached a worrisome degree and the medical staff were working hard to get your temperature to drop. 

They had you hooked up to an IV drip so that you wouldn’t be dehydrated. Both of your mama’s had to hold you down as they put the needle into your tiny arm. Hearing your cries broke everyone’s hearts. 

After what felt like hours you had started to calm down and you nuzzled your tear streaked face into your mama Wanda’s neck and let out a tired whimper. The medication that Helen had given you was starting to lower your temperature and take some of the aches and pains away. 

Bruce walked into the room with a tablet in his hand. “On a physical level y/n is teething, but on the superhuman level, we don’t have enough data on her powers to be certain that they are causing her to be sick. I think it’s best if we keep her here for a few days to run more tests.”

Nat nodded her head in agreement, “whatever it takes we will do. I just don’t want y/n to be in any more pain like how she was today.”  She leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

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As you slept you whimpered from terrible nightmares that were plaguing you. Images from your past haunted you as you saw blue magic explode from your hands killing your whole family along with the Hydra soldiers who had come to take you away from your family. Your body trembled as your whimpers turned to cries of distress. 

Wanda and Nat watched in horror as they ran to your side as blue magic shot out from your little hands opening up a portal that was sucking everything into it and was growing bigger by the second. 

Your eyes flew open as you cried, “mama!” You felt the pull of the portal and before they could even grab you, your small body flew through the portal.

Authors Notes: Ooof, I know I've left you all on a cliffhanger, but I promise it's for a good reason. In the next few chapters we are going to learn more about y/n's magical powers as well as meet other characters/little's.

[sillygoosealert]

Hello!!! I don't know if it's possible, I thought of something. Syzoth forcing his girlfriend Y/n to get pregnant and she doesn't want to, in such a twisted way that he calls her by the name of his deceased wife, the yandere style cele and when the baby is born he names him after his deceased son and lives a distorted reality . I imagine him wanting to raise and continue raising his girlfriend in the hope that his child will be "reborn" but it doesn't work. A lot of psychological torture and rudeness in bed.

Yes or no, thank you❤️❤️

This one was very fun 😆

Why are you upset? You wanted this..

zyzoth, noncon, then dub-con, then angst no comfort, then very poor comfort, dead dove do not eat, um his wife’s name is Zarina :3, and then you kill yourself at the end!!

When you were invited into Syzoths home, you were more than appreciative. Words couldn't describe how special you felt to be allowed not only into his safe place- but also into his arms. He held you throughout the nights, whispering sweet words into your ears. He held you tight, you never felt unwelcome. Even when he would put his hand on your stomach when you would sleep with him and whine about having a child with you, you weren't afraid he would ever hurt or leave you.

He did not feel the same, though. He would become irate and clingy when it was the two of you. Not letting you out of his sight, not letting you leave him. It was a small, not-that-bad, kind of problem. The attention was nice and you didn't mind reassuring him.

But he became aggressive soon enough. When he would make love to you, he wouldn't pull out. He would simply latch onto your mouth to stop any of your protests. You weren't allowed to take any birth control either, they were full of chemicals and harsh substances for your body.

‘If you loved me, you would let me have this’

That was his excuse for wanting to have sex every night, even some mornings. Most of the time he wouldn't ask though, he would just slip in whenever. No meant no, but it didn't matter what you wanted. He wanted a son and he was going to make you bore a son.

If you ever tried to resist or struggle he would pin you down or hurt you. Whether it was scratching or biting, he was still hurting you. It wasn't anything serious, but he would use force when he saw fit. It would be better if you would just submit.

He likes to use his true form, he says it feels better. But it hurts you much more. He's thicker and longer, even adorning some bumps and ridges. Not to mention when he would put his arm around your head to stop you from moving while humping into you.

Whenever he finished he would moan out another woman's name and bite your shoulder. His acts were purely that of lust and his own needs. You were now always sore and nervous, constantly being filled by him. You were not graced with a resting period, it was just constant breeding.

Then he started to be much more gentle after weeks of constant yelling, biting, scratching, and accusing. He would bathe you, feed you, and even stop forcing you to ‘mate’ with him in the middle of the night. He would go back to cooing into your ear about your non-existent child.

‘You're doing well, I know you will be a good mother Zarina’

‘Who?’

Whenever you questioned him he would squeeze you until you apologized. Maybe even scratch your arms or bite your shoulder.

He began to overfeed you until you were gaining weight rapidly. Fish, rice, milk, and even bugs. When he brought out a plate of maggots one night you threw up and cried. He wasn't mad, he just cleaned you up and kissed away your tears.

‘Why are you upset, is the baby kicking?’

He would lay his head on your stomach and tell you about all the things he heard. It would range from your son's heartbeat to his giggles, and even him saying words.

‘I'm so glad you are here with me, carrying our child. I promise to keep both of you safe.’

You couldn't just leave him, there was something clearly wrong. But you aren't sure how much more you can take, it has been months now.

‘He is surely bound to be born soon, I will put together a nest for him. Where did you want to give birth?’

You knew you couldn't give him what he wanted, and that scared you. What he would do when you didn't give birth was beyond you. But you just went along with what he did.

Until you finally couldn't, you were constantly breaking down crying, and crawling away from him. However he would just pick you up and curl around you, licking your tears up.

When he went away to provide food for you, you were able to locate a mirror. He wasn't barbaric, he had a nice house. A little more woody and earthy, but it was nice. It had the essentials, a kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. And in that bathroom, a mirror.

Hitting against the mirror until it had little shards at your disposal, you picked one up. Stabbing yourself repeatedly into your stomach. Then with the final coup-de-grace, you sink it deep into your eye socket.

He would find both you and his son dead when he got home. Perhaps he was never meant to be a dad. Maybe it was him, or maybe it was you. The person who took away his chance to be happy again.

He mourned and cried for you, but to him, it just felt like his wife. You would never have been a replacement, maybe he needs to look again. Maybe he needs to try again for a better ending.

🎀

[v3nusxsky]

Hello!! Hope you’re doing well.

Hoping to request a Larissa or lady lesso x little!reader fic! Larissa or Lesso finish their day and when they retire to their shared place they find it a mess. At first they’re worried some students pulled a prank but then they finds reader curled up in a ball and when they ask what’s wrong, readers regressed and stressed because she can’t find her comfort blankie but turns out they just put it to wash.

Feel free to put your own twist if you’d like!

It’s gones!| Agere

*Authors note~ in massive need of writing these kind of fics so I'm so glad to receive this prompt*

Trigger warning~ age registration (little r cg Larissa) upset little comfort bear momma Isa

Prompt~see ask^^^^^^

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Larissa had just finished for the day, rather later than normal but she had some urgent emails that needed to be tended to before she could even consider joining you in your shared quarters. You'd swung by earlier for her to suggest you go and have a nice bath and destress from your tough day. A bath did sound tempting so you gave her a sweet kiss before going on your way. You'd seemed in a good headspace at the time.

Maybe that's why she was so concerned to see the door slightly ajar and what sounded like crying. With  caution she peaked her head round the door and was shocked to see the state of the room. It truly looked as though a bomb had hit. Immediately, her mind began to race on what could've happened here. It wasn't April fools but maybe some of the more challenging students had decided to pull a prank? A list of potential suspects flashed through your mind. But none of them beheld the truth.

Inside the room, you were running around as if you were a mini tornado. Your frantic actions indicating your upset state. You were looking for something. That much was clear. And your little outbursts of tears or the way you balled your firsts up to hit the floor in rage.  You made your way to what felt safe, you found your corner in the bedroom, sitting and balling at the situation. You couldn't find it and you needed it. And that's where Larissa found you. "Oh darling, are we feeling like mommas baby?" She murmured taking in the sight that lay before her. All you could do was nod as your cried, "mommas bikie! It gones!"

"Oh my little bug it's okay, momma will help you look okay? We can't just throw things around the room darling" she whispered coming to wipe your falling tears with the pads of her thumbs, "where have you looked baby?" Your eyes flickered all around the room, "evryweres! It gon! No binki" you whined. Truly, it was upsetting for you not to have your blanket, she knew that.  All she wanted to do was reassure you that it was all okay, and knowing that you were in your headspace meant that she needed to be extra careful with how she approached this.

Together, you both worked through tidying the bedroom until you got upset once more over not finding it. "Little one it's okay" she whispered before wrapping you in her arms and dropping kisses to your head, "we will find the binki baby I promise. You know momma keeps her promises to her princess."

You worked all the way through your living space, no binki to be found, you broke down. Your little mind struggling to comprehend what was happening. "Baby, hush darling it's okay. Momma has an idea okay?" "Momma Ida?" You hiccuped watching as she picked you up effortlessly and took you to the the drying rack. There lay your beloved binki as your eyes lit up and you squealed, "binki! Momma! Binki!"

"I know baby" she started but got cut off as you reached for your binki, "baby no love, you need to leave binki to dry darling." You frowned at your momma, "binki wet?" She giggled at your confusion, "yes baby remember you but binki in the wash." She watched as your little brain puzzled all the pieces together, "ohhhhhhhhs! I member!" You giggled excitedly clapping your hands before throwing yourself at the older woman. "No more tears my baby. When binki is all nice and dry we can get it and go snuggle in bed with some snacks, we can even watch baby shark. I just need you to be brave me little one, can you do that?" With a small frown you thought over the deal, "momma cuddl?" "Yes baby momma will cuddle you" she reassured and you nodded accepting her proposal.

While your binki was drying Larissa came to cuddle with you in the living room before preparing you both some dinner. And then as soon as it was dry you both got all settled into bed and finally you felt at peace. You had mommy and your binki and everything felt okay again.

Word count~ 840

[kywaslost]

Could we have some dad!Hizashi and reader? Just some silly happy times between them? ^^

Happy Memories - Hizashi Yamada

A/N: Hi! I hope this turned out alright!

One of your favorite memories with your father took place just a few weeks ago. You had stayed the night with a friend, and the two of you had stayed up all night watching horror movies. One in particular spooked you more than you thought it should have, so when you were home alone the next night, you couldn't go to sleep. Your father was at his radio station, and your Uncle Aizawa was on patrol. So your only choice was to go to the radio station to visit your father.

It was a bit past three in the morning when you arrived at the station, slipping your way into Present Mic’s room. He wasn’t alive at the moment, and was scrolling through his phone. Mic’s head lifted when he heard the door close.

“Y/N?” he asked with slight confusion. “Honey, what are you doing here?”

Your tired eyes met Hizashi’s green ones. “(friend) and I watched horror movies last night. Now I don’t want to sleep by myself.”

Mic stood, smiling softly. He pulled you into a tight hug and picked you up right off of your feet. He laughed lightly. “Aww, listener. Well you can spend the night here with me!” He placed you back on your feet and guided you to sit down in a chair next to his.

As you settled down in your chair, listening to your dad go on and off air, your eyes grew heavy and eventually you slumped over to rest your head on Present Mic’s shoulder. You laid there for a bit, glancing around the room every now and then until you were tired enough to fall asleep peacefully.

This was one of your favorite memories, because it was just you, your father, and a moment of silence. It was soothing, and the both of you enjoyed spending this time together.

Your next favorite memory was not as nice.

You and Mic both had the day off, so you spent it lounging around together. You laid around the living room, binge watching your favorite show for the 5th time because Hizashi finally gave in and wanted to watch it, but only if you watched it with him.

You had gotten up to go to the bathroom, walking down the hall and entering the bathroom. You flicked on the light, closed the door, and then froze with fear. There, hanging a mere few inches in front of your face, was the world’s largest spider (in your opinion). Much like your father, you had a crippling fear of insects, especially spiders. You screamed bloody murder, immediately bursting into tears. You pressed your back against the door, pulled it open and slid through the entryway. Taking off running down the hall, you screamed for your dad.

Poor Mic thought you were dying, and he looked ready to fight when you found him.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” he asked quickly, pulling you behind him and peeking around the corner of the hall. “Are you alright?”

You gripped the back of your father’s shirt, sobbing. “Spider!” you cried. “There’s a spid-der in the bath-bathroom!”

There was no hope for the both of you. You had to call your Uncle Shouta to come over, and you felt bad because you had woken him up from his nap, but you had no other choice. This was a life or death situation.

Aizawa was a bit irritated that he was awoken for such a stupid reason, but in the end he wasn’t as mad. He got rid of the spider, showed both you and Hizashi that it was beyond dead, and even sprayed down the bathroom with lysol and bug repellant for you. The three of you decided to eat out for dinner as a celebration, and everything was alright in the end. :)

You had many memories with your father, but these were your favorite ones.

[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.