#trying to find a shampoo that doesn't make my hair fall out more

[vykodlak]

every time I try to look up anything skin or haircare-related online I get recommendations for a bunch of products that just plain don't exist in this country. it's just me and neutrogena over here

[a-hazbin-reader]

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Extreme Fluff!! Sweet Intimacy!!! A little canon cannibalism

Description: Different ways Alastor likes to be pampered by Wifey!Reader

When it comes to his wifey...Alastor is super spoiled and he knows it, craves it like nothing ever before

He's a glutton for your attention and everyone knows it

Every little act of kindness, every drop of affection and loving gaze just melts over his (shriveled black)heart like a sugary glaze

Mmmmmm glazed hearts

Great now he's hungry

ANYWAYS-

Even the normal everyday things make him feel warm and fuzzy inside

Like when you bring him his favorite tea in the mornings, giving him a soft kiss on the side of his face as you drape your arms around him

"Mm...good morning my dear..."

Or when you smooth over an unruly hair for him or fix his bow tie before he leaves the hotel

You can't have your snookums going out looking like some scruffy strawberry clown

You always make sure his staff is clean and polished, suit flawless and pressed, shoes shiny before he has an overlord meeting

You're NOT going to let your pookie bear hang around the other overlords with smudged shoes

Just. No.

Loves the days that you drag him off to the bathroom to coax him into a hot bath

"You've been so tense lately... let me take care of you..."

How can he say no to you?

He just relaxes and closes his eyes, letting your gentle fingers massage his scalp as you lather shampoo in his hair

The candles and bubbles 🫧 were a good touch too 👌

He almost always falls asleep by the time you're done massaging and cleaning him up, once you start scrubbing under his nails then he's OUT LIKE A LIGHT

Not that you mind, he's so attractive when he's sleeping

WAIT HUSBAND DON'T DROWN

Wakes up to an empty bathtub and a warm towel being wrapped around him by his delicious boo

You're so good to him how did you know he needed this

Always finds himself in a better mood after that, like his problems have all been washed and scrubbed away by your gentle pampering

He secretly loves it when you come by his radio tower with a fresh lunch, interrupting his set just because he needs to eat

Though he pretends it's a big hassle

He savors the food you bring him either way, walking you to the door afterwards and thanking you for thinking of him

Bby boy that's all you do is think about him

He locks the door on your way out tho

Alastor loves the way you convince him to come to bed with you, knowing he needs to sleep but also armed with the knowledge that he'll fight bedtime like a child

You leaning on the doorway already in your sleep attire, giving him a soft pout as he tries to continue his work and ignore you

"Alastor..."

Not his ears flicking up at the sound of your voice

When whining doesn't work, then you slink your way over to him, cupping his cheek and forcing him to look at you

He's trying so hard not to though, the moment he looks at your face then he knows he's done for

"Look at me, darling~"

Okay maybe just a quick glance-

Alastor you are a strong man, you are cruel and sadistic and you are an overlord with very important business!! You can handle telling your wife no-

Ffffffffuck.

Not the gooey goo goo doe eyes

Immediately leans into your touch, savoring the feeling of your fingers stroking his cheek

Not his tail fluttering

"Come to bed already~ I can't sleep without you, you know..."

And that's how you convince him to get to sleep every single night, a full 8 hours or whatever is recommended in Hell

Getting out of bed is hard for him because you look so delectable asleep and curled into him

Maybe he should take more time to pamper you too

But he's a selfish, greedy man who likes being spoiled by his wife so that thought is gone as fast as it came

He gets out of bed just to watch you whine and blindly reach out for him, so adorably pathetic

Okay just five more minutes of snuggles then I gotta go-

If he's cranky then you manage to convince him to nap, patting your lap and stroking his hair once he lays his head down

Your soft singing lulls him into a light sleep as you scratch and rub the ends of his ears

Wakes up drooling

Wakes up with his face buried in your stomach, arms locked around your waist as he sleepily breathes in your scent

How is he supposed to get any work done with you around????

Alastor loves all those things but his favorite way that you spoil him?? His number one fave?? That he would never admit to anyone??

When you give him your special smile, the one that's always been his to see and his alone

The smile that conveys enough warmth and love to make all of Hell seem like Heaven, at least for him anyways

The same smile that he first saw when you told him that you loved him, the same smile that tells him you still love him

You spoil him

Alastor thinking of his wife:

[cheeseceli]

you have curly hair

Pairing: Ot8 Skz × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, reaction

Request: an s/o who has curly/wavy hair and feels insecure about it? Maybe skz got used to seeing them with straight hair and one day they catch them with their natural hair?

Warnings: not proofread

A/n: curly hair girls for the win | fundraiser

Bang Chan

‌oh my God, twins?!

‌honestly he loves that you guys have this in common

‌he'll start wearing his curly hair more often

‌you'd both learn how to take care of it together

‌😔 that's so couple goals of you two

‌he'll even try to make some hair styles on you

‌at first he would fail so badly but it would be funny at least 😭

‌but in the end he'd get pretty decent in some of them honestly

‌so that's a slay

‌understands when you're not confident about your looks because same

‌but he's so ready to try and reassure you of your beauty

Lee Know

‌i think he'd have seen some pictures of you before you straightened your hair

‌and he was like "oh it looked pretty as well"

‌but then he sees it in real life

‌and he's like

‌"I underestimated it. I underestimated it so badly"

‌he just can't get over the fact that you look GORGEOUS

‌he finds it so fluffy😭

‌and i think he'd love it when you just woke up or something and the hair is a bit messy

‌because it's so?? pretty??

‌no matter if you say you hate it, he finds it to be your best look just yet

Changbin

‌you guys are also matching!!

‌he won't ever shut up about this btw

‌starts to wear his wavy hair more often too

‌stay are forever grateful to you for that

‌absolutely loves when you make new hairstyles

‌even if you end up failing on styling it, he still hypes you up

‌is already on his way to contact the best hairdressers in town just for you

‌and to buy whatever you may need to take care of it all

‌if you let him play with your hair as well, he could die a happy man

Hyunjin

‌has the most lovestruck gaze ever

‌right when he swore you could not get any prettier...

‌of course you had to go and prove him wrong

‌finds your natural hair to be the creation of some goddess or something like that, no way that is a human trait

‌ overall he's just falling in love even more after seeing the way your curls frame your face

‌compliments just flow so naturally out of his lips and he's like damn

‌needless to say he'll be painting this for weeks to go

Han

‌immediately betrayed because why didn't you tell him you had curly hair any sooner??

‌he could've been getting blessed by such a vision for ages

‌and you just didn't let him??

‌jokes asides, he can't put his mind on the fact that you look even better (how is that possible fr)

‌immediately on his knees begging you to keep your hair this way more times

‌he'll even learn how to take care of it if you don't want to do it yourself!!

‌actually I think he'd find the whole process kinda therapeutic

‌so that's a win win right

Felix

‌😮

‌ that's him right now

‌in the most adorable way ever

‌he just finds you so cute with it

‌it makes you look like an angel

‌really wants to touch your curls but he's so afraid he'd mess them up lmao

‌but he truly loves it

‌won't shut up about this for a hot minute

‌will also take thousands of pictures

‌with you posing or just candids, whatever

‌he just needs to eternalise this moment

Seungmin

‌finds it fluffy PT.2

‌idk you just look so... dreamy?

‌renaissance aesthetic you know

‌he loves it

‌next thing you know is that he bought you tones of things to take care of your hair

‌shampoo, conditioner, mascara... you tell it

‌he did his research okay

‌lowkey doesn't understand how you can be insecure about it because??

‌he loves how you look with the curls

‌he loves your appearance no matter what tbh but your natural hair is just something else

‌it really emphasizes the you in you if that makes sense

‌words of affirmation isn't his strongest love language but boy, isn't he ready to compliment you as much as he can

I.N

‌he has a somewhat cocky smile on his face

‌like, you're just so attractive like that

‌you already were, but now you're just ten times more

‌and it also fits you so well

‌it gives you more aura if you know what I mean

‌and if you do those really cute and creative hairstyles he's so !!

‌he finds it amazing

‌has a whole Pinterest board on inspiration for hairstyles because damn, he didn't know he needed you in those before he saw it for the first time

‌a lot of accessories as well

‌he'll find a way to match your hair accessories to some of his own acessories

Masterlist | you'll probably like: you have a lot of tattoos

Thank you for reading <3

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @dandelions-143 @sleepyleeji

Credits for images 1 2 and 3

Dividers by @isisjupiter

[i99zhuo]

A routine inspired by thewizardliz ? She has skin care hair care routine reads motivating books

How to live like thewizardliz 🧚🏼‍♀️🪄⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ quit your lazy girl era!

This is a guide on daily routines inspired by Thewizardliz! This routine is perfect to stop being lazy and pathetic and finally start taking care of yourself!

content list (routines):

morning

study

workout

shower + self care

night

(_ _ ) . . z Z⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚୨ :★: ୧ ∗  ˖࣪ ໒꒱  ˚₊·

✸ ꒰ morning routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🧼 First things first, after you wake up make sure to drink water to boost your metabolism throughout the day! Also, create a mind movie so you can watch it everyday after you wake up.

Now, take your journal and start writing about your dream, ideal higher self, ask yourself questions like ‘What reality do i want to create?´ 'Who do i look up to?’ ‘What is the behavior I need to change about myself?’ ‘What's a new habit that I would like to create?’ ‘What is a thing I can focus on right now?’. After we have in mind who we want to become, it's important that every little decision you make today is centered to achieve your goals, and become your dream self. You can listen to a podcast while doing this so you get motivation!

💶 Then, head to the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror and start repeating positive affirmations, such as ‘I am so beautiful’ or ‘My hair looks so pretty today’, even if you don't believe it, having a positive mindset is going to help us to stay in track with our goals!

Take care of your teeth, Liz says that our smile is one of the most important things in a person, and one of the key things that is going to make you more attractive! so, make sure to brush your teeth, floss, clean your tongue, etc.

🛣 Liz has a rather simple skincare routine, since her skin is so sensitive, it only consists of using a foam cleanser, moisturizer and eye cream to help with her eye bags.

Next step is to research and find our own personal clothing and makeup style, find out your body type, personal color, face shape, etc. It doesn't matter if you have to mix multiple styles that already exist to make your own! The most important thing is to feel comfortable while wearing those clothes or having that type of makeup on your face.

🏔 Liz doesn't like to force herself to have breakfast, she just dont eat if she's not hungry, however if you are hungry rather than focusing on calories focus on how nutritious your meal is. Whatsoever if you are not hungry and you are not going to eat, make sure to always take your vitamins and supplements!

✸ ꒰ study routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

Yes, it's time to drink a little more water!

⛰ Liz doesn't have a settled study routine but, it's important to spend our time wisely, if you can finish an assignment way before the time it's due, DO IT! Also, she emphasized that knowledge leads to confidence. If you put effort in your studies, every little thing in your life will slowly fall into place.

✸ ꒰ workout routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

First, set healthy goals, like toning up your body or building muscle, try not to make ‘just being skinny’ your goal.

🧩 second, don't measure yourself with a scale or measuring tape and focus on how you look in the mirror, are you satisfied? if you are then you are done with the intense workout routine!

Liz goes to the gym and has her own personal training program, but here’s some kind of exercises she recommends; weight training, pilates and dancing with her main focus being toning up her abs and butt.

🏄‍♀️ Remember to drink water and that consistency is more important than perfection, go at your own pace, it doesn't matter if you can't do a 2 hour workout and look snatched in 3 days and you can only do a 5 minute workout, every little effort adds up!

✸ ꒰ shower and self care routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

Before showering, do dry brushing to exfoliate your skin and increase circulation (1-2 times per week). Then use shampoo and conditioner, research to find the best one for you, what may help others won't help you. Liz also uses a hair mask 1 to 2 times per week to get that shiny silk hair.

🎾 After showering take some time to shape and pluck your eyebrows depending on your face shape and what impression you want to give! 

Liz uses face masks 1 to 2 times per week to cleansing her face deeply, then she does her skincare. After applying all the products do a lymphatic massage on your face and neck, you can also cool down your face with massagers or cold spoons for an extra depuff.

��� For self care, you can journal again, search for shadow work prompts, think of what things you should unlearn and relearn and don't forget to practice gratitude. Or you can take time to clean your room or house, you deserve to have a clean safe place! 

Oh! and don't forget to drink water again.

✸ ꒰ night routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🧃 Time for dinner! (only if you are not full yet), again, make sure to focus on nutrients rather than calories. Don't forget to drink a glass of water with your dinner. You can watch a documentary while eating to keep gaining even more knowledge.

Now, do your oral hygiene routine again. Also, put on eyelash conditioner and serum to wake up with perfect lashes! Then wear a silk cap or do a protective hairstyle to protect your hair from getting damaged while you're sleeping.

🍵 Then get in bed and drink a cup of tea with collagen to start relaxing your body. and it's finally time to manifest! watch your mind movie again and use your most useful method (affirming visualizing, subliminals, etc.), don't forget to ask god, the universe or whatever you believe in for signals and help!

Afterwards, you can read an inspirational book like ‘atomic habits’ or ‘the art of thinking clearly’ to keep nourishing your brain. keep a reachable goal like reading 5 pages everyday and then decide if you want to continue reading or not.

🥬 Before sleeping listen to a guided meditation, liz have one to be more confident and one to attract money, choose one that aligns with your goals!

Finally fall asleep in a healthy sleeping position, Liz sleeps in her back looking at the roof, but you can choose your favorite position, don't forget to get a pillow that fits the position (example: tall and lofty pillow -> for sleeping on your side)

🍈 Good night!

Woah second request done!! hope you liked this one was pretty fun to do and I might add some of these things in my own personal routine so I don't fall back into laziness, anyways how about you guys??

toodlezzzz!1!!!!!

[disasterofastory]

New things (Brahms Heelshire x Reader)

New things // Brahms Heelshire Masterlist Brahms Heelshire x Reader Kinktober 2023 - 7/14 Warnings: facesitting

Summary: Brahms finds interesting things on the internet.

The air is thick and heavy in the bathroom. Your reflection in the mirror is obscure because of the steam. Small water drops run down the surface, holding onto the bottom until they land on the edge of the sink. Your nostrils are filled with the scent of your shampoo and lotions. Honey and something else you picked out from the shelf without looking. Your hair is still wet, and the towel around you is soft and warm.

"I still don't understand why you didn't join me," you speak up when stepping into your room, you meet the view of Brahms sitting on the edge of your bed. Your laptop is on his lap. The bright screen illuminates his features, highlighting the rough marks on his face. When he doesn't look at you, you continue with a small frown. "If you continue like this, I have to set screen time for you." Still nothing. "Brahms? Are you okay?" Now you start to worry.

Ever since you have an internet connection, you try to teach Brahms about it as much as you can without overwhelming him. It's fun and sad at the same time. This is the closest he has gotten to the real world in many years. There are things he doesn't understand and things that fascinate him. He already made you order an ebook reader, and you added a few clothes, too you think would look good on him.

"Nothing," he replies after a while, putting away your laptop to focus his attention on you. His eyes rake over your body with appreciation. Yeah, you don't believe him. "What is it, Brahms?" "I saw something on the internet, and I want to try it with you." You are surprised. "Okay," you reply carefully. "What did you see?" "I want you to sit on my face." Now you are shocked. "And where did you see that?" Even the thought of you sitting on his face is enough to make you excited, but the blush appearing on his cheeks makes you even more impatient for what happens next. "Does it matter?" Brahms asks, scowling and pouting. "No," you reply with a sigh. You decide to leave the subject at least for now, so you can enjoy your night with Brahms without him getting upset. "So," you grin down at him when you step between his legs. Your fingers rake through his hair, grabbing a few curls to make him look at you. You can feel his warm hands on the back of your legs as he slips up and up under the white towel still covering your body. "Do you have a plan or…?" Without a word, he stands up, towering over you and placing his hand at the back of your neck to pull you into a quick kiss. Brahms nibbles on your bottom lip, biting the soft flesh before pushing his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like tea. "Take it off," you murmur against his lips, tugging on his shirt. The moment his chest is bare in front of you, your hands find their way to his abs and the soft hair that covers his body. You love touching and caressing him almost as much as he loves being under your hands. "Take it off," Brahms repeats your words, but even before his quiet command can register in your mind, the towel is already on the ground, leaving you gasping and bare in front of his hungry gaze. His attention falls onto your breasts for a second, seemingly fighting with himself before turning around and laying down in the middle of the bed. It's so robotic that you almost laugh. Okay, you need to talk with him about vibes and romantic settings before strutting into the middle of everything, but it can wait.

"Okay," you breathe out, climbing next to him and noticing his erection already tenting his pajama pants. "Sit on my face, Y/N," he says again, lifting his head to look at you. "Did you hear about patience before?" You ask him without wanting an answer. "Help me." Brahms reaches out for your hand, helping you balance until you kneel above his face. It's new for you, too. You are surprised that after everything you did with Brahms, there is still something that makes you almost shy.

Before you can adjust yourself better, he already lifts his head again. His tongue stretches into your warmth, sliding over your slit for a quick taste. The tip of his tongue swipes your clit repeatedly, flicking and teasing. "I said sit," he grunts angrily, grabbing your thighs harder to tug you onto his face entirely. A shriek escapes your lips and echoes off the walls at the sudden movement. He groans something into your pussy when you try to shift your weight off his mouth, and he doesn't let you. His fingers dig into your flesh.

Fuck.

He licks on your clit back and forth before sealing his lips around the sensitive bud to suck the soul out of you. Your body trembles and jerks at the sudden pleasure. Your hands reach out for the wooden headrest to hold onto something. "Brahms!" You cry out his name in shock when you feel his teeth nibble on you before soothing the slight sting with his tongue. "More, baby," you tell him desperately. "Give me more." Brahms feasts on your pussy, letting your juices soak his face and beard. He rubs your clit, opens your folds, and pokes your hole before swiping his tongue all over your slit. Meanwhile, your hips start to rock down on his mouth. You grind against his face, chasing your pleasure. His hands go back to your ass, gripping your cheeks to push you a bit forward until he can plunge his tongue into your dripping channel. You are warm and wet around him. His senses are full of your taste and scent. "Can you even breathe?" You gasp out, ready to move away, but he holds you down. A muffled grunt is your only answer, and the vibration of his deep voice strikes through your body. Your head falls back, and black dots dance and swirl in front of your eyes. His tongue works in and out of your pussy, gulping down everything you can give him. He pushes into you as deep as possible. In and out. In and out. "Brahms!" You scream his name again. One of your hands goes down between your legs to rub on your clit. The burning coil in your stomach flares through your veins and makes your limbs numb and heavy. "You're doing so good," you tell him, still grinding.

Brahms's cock still throbs in his pants, wanting your mouth or tits, but the man's attention is entirely elsewhere. He wants you to cum on his face, into his mouth. He wants to drown in your nectar until he knows nothing but you and only you.

You can feel your climax building inside of you with rapid speed. It trembles through your spine and roots in your belly.

"I will- I will-" You don't even have enough time to warn him. Your walls flutter around his tongue, and your clit throbs under your fingertips. You moan and whine above him. Your voice mixes with his grunts and groans under you. Your hips twitch and rock until every energy leaves your body.

Brahms laps on your pussy hurriedly, wanting your taste on his tongue before you move to the bed next to him.

And you look beautiful when you fall onto your bottom. A thin layer of sweat shines on your skin, and your bottom lip is swollen and red from biting it almost the whole time. Pride stretches in his chest as he watches you try to clear your mind. Your gaze is unfocused and glassy.

You need long minutes to calm down and notice the dark, wet spot on his pants. Your lips twitch into a taunting smirk even though you are still panting. "Oh," you coo. "My good boy cum in his pants?" He blushes again. His face and beard glint with your wetness smeared all over him. "Do you want me to clean you up?" You offer, already reaching down under the waistband of his pajama. "Please," he whispers, pushing his hips against your hand.

Maybe letting Brahms explore the internet some more is not a bad idea after all.

[daenysx]

Hi love!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day, could i possibly request a sirius x fem reader where reader just had an unbelievably long day at work (im projecting uni is kicking my behind) and she comes home so worn out and extra clingy cause she needs extra love and attention from sirius and of course our pretty boy is more than happy to oblige? thank you <333

this is so relatable, thank you for requesting angel, i hope you enjoy!

sirius black x fem!reader, fluff

sirius is trying to watch a film while he waits for you at home.

well, he's trying but he's not very good at focusing on the plot today. he keeps thinking of your voice, your sad and tired tone, your fake words to convince him that you're doing okay and he doesn't need to come get you from work. he keeps staring at the screen of his laptop just to make minutes go faster, his eyes are empty when his mind is full of you.

the sound of your keys unlocking the door makes him jumpy a little, he leaves the laptop on the couch to see you. your bag hangs from your shoulder, your eyes look puffy from what he can see, you don't look steady enough to move one more step. sirius frowns but he's quick to take your bag as you kick your shoes.

"welcome back, lovely." he says, quietly. you give him a worn out smile, sirius helps you with your jacket before he takes you in his arms. your hold isn't nearly as strong as his but you still hug him. he realizes you are almost ready to melt into his arms but you need a little time to do that. he brushes a quick kiss on your hair before he can see your face better.

his warm fingers push your hair back. "are you okay?"

you nod, giving him another smile. "better."

sirius supports you gently to go to the bedroom. you sit on bed as he brings you some comfy clothes. the way your eyes seem so blurry breaks his heart, he wants your spark back. he kneels in front of you and holds your hands, a kiss for each knuckle.

"can i help you change?"

you squeeze his hands. "i want to take a shower first, i think. i feel so messy like this."

he nods, stands up from his spot. "do you want me to come with you?" normally he'd ask the question teasingly, he'd smirk until you go mad but this time he's being cautious.

you nod, shyly. "but i don't think i can stay on my feet for too long."

"i'll hold you." he says. "i'll wash your hair and rub your back a bit under hot water, yeah? how does it sound, gorgeous?"

you smile and pull his face towards yourself with the last piece of strength you have. you kiss him for how sweet he's being, he wants to kiss you longer but you don't feel good enough and he knows.

sirius practically carries you to the shower, he helps you out of your clothes to get you under the hot water. he gets in with you, you lean into his chest as he holds you from your waist, his fingers are drawing circles on your skin. you make a sound that melts his heart, your muscles finally get to relax. sirius holds the back of your head to press your face on his neck. you kiss him and close your eyes, the water takes away all the stress you have from your tough day.

you think you'll fall asleep on your feet, leaning against sirius. he washes your hair and his long fingers rubbing your scalp feels perfect. he rinses the shampoo slowly, massages your shoulders with the rest of the bubbles. he cups your cheeks to see your eyes, finds them unfocused and sleepy. "come on, you lovely thing. you have to wait until we go to bed to sleep, yeah? i'll finish in a minute."

you hum, your head falls on his shoulder as you hold onto him like a koala. "i love you so much."

sirius's laugh echoes in the bathroom. "i know, baby." he says. "i love you, too. just keep your eyes open for me."

you nod, trying to do as he says. he finishes quickly just like he promises and you are out of the shower. you don't even have to move a muscle, sirius does everything for you. he doesn't say anything until he gets you nice and comfy, you feel like your heart will explode out of the amount of love you have for him.

you feel a lot better after a warm shower, you decide, the minutes spent under water clean you up in every way. you can feel the thoughts in your brain still exhaust you, but you can't have everything you want at the same time. for now, being physically clean helps a lot.

you change into the clothes sirius picked for you, one of his t-shirts and one of your little shorts. water drips from your hair and you try to use the towel to keep it a little dry. you sigh when your muscles stretch in a comforting but disturbing way.

sirius comes next to you after he finishes getting dressed himself, he stays behind as he takes the towel from your hands. he gently gathers all your hair in his hand and kisses your neck lovingly. you close your eyes, his lips feel like heaven on your skin. tilting your head back, you lean into him until he gives your another kiss.

"my poor baby." he whispers. you hum, needy for every touch. "let's brush your hair."

he does as he says, his fingers move to untangle your hair. he uses the comb after applying some oil you like, and you feel good enough to turn around when he finishes. he leaves the comb on your nightstand, his arms holding you immediately. you bury your face to his neck, the mixed smell of your shampoo and his cologne fill your senses.

"do you wanna go to bed?" he asks. "or maybe the couch?"

"the bed please." you say. he is quick to lift the covers to help you lay in bed. you can cry when you feel soft mattress under your tired body, a sound leaves your lips when you try to get comfortable.

"are you hungry, sweetheart?" sirius asks.

you shake your head. "i don't feel like eating, siri."

sirius hums, he knows he shouldn't force you. he plans a full breakfast for the morning quickly in his mind. "what about some tea, baby? the one you like that smells like berries?"

you think this option for a second, but even though the thought of a hot cup of tea sounds perfect, you don't feel good enough to sit and drink something. you extend a hand to him, he sits next to you on bed, careful eyes watching your every expression.

"maybe later." you say, a smile forming on your lips to convince him you're okay. "won't you come closer?"

sirius places himself gently in bed, right next to you. he is holding you instantly and you wrap yourself around him. his one hand starts rub your shoulder blades, and the other one goes to your hair. he kisses your head, and once more until he loses a breath.

there are voices in your head, they've been there the entire day. you were begging for some silence at some point when you called sirius but controlling your mind is not so easy. you just bury yourself closer to him like you're hiding from the world and he keeps you there. a slow teardrop falls on his neck from your eyes, your lips form a soft pout.

then the voices stop.

because now there's him talking and only him. his beautiful voice reaches your ears and you calm down easily. "it's okay." he says, his fingers are kind in your hair. "my baby's just tired, but you'll feel better. we'll stay in bed until you feel like yourself again, okay?"

you nod automatically, your lips pressed on his neck but not quite kissing. he kisses you instead, covers your forehead with fond brushes of his lips. "let's try to get some sleep, sweetheart." his voice is low. "close your eyes, pretty girl."

"sirius?"

"hmm?"

"thank you." you whisper before breathing him in and closing your eyes for sleep.

"you are so lovely, do you know that?" he blinks, tightens his arms around you. "no need for that, i'm just trying to take care of my girl."

[braxlrose]

CAN WE GET THEM BILL NSFW HC PLS 🙏🙏 LOADS OF EM’ TOO. TY MA 🫶

SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭😭

(MY ENGLISCH IS SO BAD IN THIS OMG IM SO SORRY 😭)

I'm a full on believer that this man loves everything.

Titties, ass, thighs etc.

I don't really think he likes one more than the other, he loves them all and whatever he can get he'll take it 😍

The first time you two did it was super fucking awkward

Yall didn't know wtf you were doing but you ended up getting the hang of it and it was really sweet

Yall know what aftercare is? Bill is the actual defintion of it.

See ^^^ 😇

He will clean you off (if you guys didn't use a condom), make you a bath, light fucking candles and all that shit, wash your body, hair, (ik bros got the best shampoo and conditioner), and once yall are out he'll kiss your entire body

Get you snacks

Water soda juice

Whatever you want, he'll find a way to get it

He's a really intimate guy so he doesn't like the thought of just falling asleep after and not giving you any reassurance

I feel like he really likes any position where he can see your face aka missionary, mating press, legs over his shoulders, up against a wall, cowgirl, etc.

He just loves seeing your facial expressions

Plus it's harder to hide your moans if your not face down in a pillow 🤭

Unless he's super horny

He takes his time with you

He'll kiss you what feels like forever before moving down to your neck to fill it up with hickies

And then once he's finally done he'll lay on top of you and suck your nipples

Bonus points if you have piercings there

And he does all this shit with his hands

Grazing them lightly up and down your body to make you shiver

He'll give you like a million hickies on your stomach and boobs

He also definitely does the thing where you make a heart of hickies

Like I said, HE LOVES taking his time with you

Also

HE DOES THE KNEE THING

bros a big ass mfn tease

ima be upfront

he's a little asshole

Backtracking a bit to making out is when he does it, and right when you start humping your dumb little cunt against him is when he stops

cuz he's a fckn asshole

Loves hearing you whine

It makes his dick so hard

And I think we all know he's got a big dick

So he likes to prep you a ton before putting it in bc he doesn't want to actually hurt you

He's eats you out like his life depends on it

And he actually doesn't understand guys who don't like going down on girls

Like full on straight guys who don't like doing it? Makes NO sense to him bc he loves it

He loves toying with you little clit and the way you grip his hair as he shoves his tongue out of your dumb little hole

You've got hair down there?

He doesn't care

Pussy is pussy and he'll take what he can get bc he loves it

He also feels bad if you've sucked him off and he hasn't done anything yet

He believes in equal balance between you two

ON THAT TOPIC

If he's sitting on the edge of the bed while you suck him off, he's gripping the sheets like his life depends on it

Unless you're going too slow

Then his grab your hair and face fuck you until he cums 😍

As long as your okay w/ that

He doesn't want to do anything your not okay with

Which means the first couple times you guys had sex he was asking like a billion questions

"Is this okay?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Do you want me to pull out?"

"Did that hurt?!"

"Are you positive your okay?"

"Are you sure"

"If you want to stop we can"

You're gonna have to shut him up, even though it's super sweet 🥰

If you guys are ever trying anything new, he always makes sure you're okay with it and even while in the middle of something he makes sure your okay, just in case you wanna stop

SHOWER FUCKING 🗣🗣🗣

It's so good

It'll usually start out w/ you two washing eachothers body and then either one of you or both of you get horny asf and just end up making out with his dick pounding you like the world will stop spinning if he stops

And since yall are already in the shower, there's already some aftercare done for him

He said in an interview once (I don't remember which one) but he likes girls who are a challenge so he really likes brats

I don't think he'd be like a hard dom or anything, (I could never see him as one) but he does like putting you in your place sometimes

But he doesn't like power dynamics with sex, he gets grossed out by that kind of stuff

He doesn't like feeling like he's got power over you or can manipulate you or something

That makes him sick

But he does like brats and I stand by that 🙍🏻‍♀️

Anyways

Sit. On. His. Face.

He loves it

"But I'll crush you" bro does not care AT ALL.

69ing is a must sometimes

Sucking his dick while he fucks you with his tongue? He'll cum so quick you guys

Which brings me to riding him

He loves it so good

As much as he likes being a top, having you on top of him just using him to cum makes him cum.

You just look so fucking good on top of him he can't help it

OMG SUCK HIM OFF IN AN INTERVIEW???

I can just imagine him trying to hide his face and moans while talking

Him bringing his hand under the table to put on top of your head and bob your head up and down his dick

He'll start coughing like fucking crazy if you accidentally gag on his dick

He likes the adrenaline of getting caught, but to actually get caught?

Nah he'd die on the spot.

now ik some people will disagree with me on this, but I don't think he'd wanna share you with tom

Ik some people headcanon he would, but like I said before he's a very intimate person and wants to be the only one seeing your body

ANYWAYS HOPE YOU ENJOYED ❤❤❤ LEMME KNOW IF YOU WANT MORE POOKS 😘

[luv4fandoms]

Think about the lost boys just coming right behind you and just sniffing you deeply into your neck and hair

Brain would just short circuit, like whaaaaa. I mean I'd take it as a compliment that a being with a super high sense of smell enjoys my scent but also, holy sh*t that seemed intimate lol.

Paul

Paul does this a lot anyways

By far the most touchy of the group

Like even before he and you become mates

The first time he did it (not long after meeting them) it flustered the hell out of you

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He had just walked up behind you one night while you were standing there talking to Marko, wrapped his arms around your middle, pulled you in, and leaned down to bury his nose in your neck.

You just stood there like 😶, which caused the boys to start laughing.

"Paulie" you spoke after a moment

"Yeah Sugar?" He'd ask, and you could feel the smile against your skin.

"Whatcha doing?"

*Cue Paul moaning, making you even more flustered. Something he took note of*

"You just smell so good" he'd tell you, and yup, you were a goner

After finding out about them being vamps it became even more flustering.

Like knowing that a vampire enjoys your scent enough to not kill you is awesome

But when said vampire enjoys sniffing (which often leads to licking) you every time he can get his hands on you.

Flustering.as.hell

Trying to clean up the cave?

Paul appears out of nowhere to pull you towards him for a sniff.

Sitting on the couch?

Bam suddenly Paul.

Walking by the couch while he is sitting on it?

Pulls you into his lap.

Already in bed?

Cuddle fest right? Boy would fall asleep with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

Like I said, Paul is touchy, he's loving, and he's a cuddle bug. Period.

Marko

The first time Marko did it was genuine

You had used your new peppermint shampoo that night and Marko had found himself instantly drawn to the scent.

He could smell it across the cave and it felt like the combination of it mixed with your own scent was just drawing him in.

*cue cartoon character floating along following the scent*

You were sitting on the couch, turned sideways to get a better look at the fountain, which was currently the subject of your sketch.

When he slowly sat behind you, careful not to make you make unneeded marks on the page.

And just...*buries face, and deep sniff against the hair that covered the back of your neck*

*cue you almost shooting up off of the couch if his arm hadn't quickly wrapped around your middle*

"Marko what the hell?!?" You asked but you were glad he couldn't see your extremely red face.

"Sorry Cutie, you just smell so good" he smiled.

Marko would also be a little teasing shit

Often sniffing your neck as he held you close

And when you'd squirm because of how flustered it made you, he'd just give you that shit eating grin and ask.

"What's wrong my little juice box?"

Dwayne

Your scent was one of the first things that attracted him to you that night on the boardwalk.

He could smell the mixture of florals and your own intoxicating scent from a mile away.

He would never say it out loud but your scent grounds and comforts him.

Just because he's the quiet one doesn't mean he doesn't have shit going on upstairs.

Sometimes he does get stressed, or just annoyed with the group.

But your scent just melts that all away and makes his brain quiet.

The first time it happened the group had been rowdier than normal

Fresh kills under their belt, even if it had been close calls of getting caught.

Marko and Paul were being especially loud, getting Laddie to join in on the fun.

David had this very tense aura about him, no doubt aware of the close call.

And Dwayne...Dwayne had retreated to the couch in the far corner, almost completely concealed in the shadows, but his aura was just...stressed.

You slowly made your way over to him and asked if he was ok, watching as he looked up at you for a long moment.

You knew he wasn't the talking type, so you figured that look was a simple "leave me alone".

Giving him a sad smile you just nodded and turned to leave.

Before you felt your body quickly move backwards.

Strong arms wrapped around your middle while your back pressed against his chest.

He quickly buried his nose in your hair and neck, breathing your scent in deeply and letting it calm him.

You on the other hand were beyond flustered and a blushing mess, heart racing.

"Stay for a bit?" He asked, if you would have said no he would let you go, as hard as it would be.

"Ok" you replied, feeling the smile against your neck before feeling him bury his entire face against your hair, arms tightening a bit.

David

David would never let on how much your scent affected him.

Like he acts like he couldn't be bothered

When in fact your scent makes his brain both short circuit and go into overdrive

Honestly he hates it

Hates that he has a hard time controlling himself around you, because he needs control.

But every time you come around...404 error.

He hides it well though, the boys don't know after all, nor do they or you need to know.

But sometimes it gets harder to control

Some days he thinks about just pulling you to him and never letting you go

And one day that intrusive thought won out.

You had been cleaning up the cave, a task he had told you didn't matter, but you insisted.

Saying that sure they might trip over something and it didn't matter, but you might and break a bone.

A fact that he didn't want to happen so he let you clean.

And watched as you picked up Laddie's toys that you had bought him, as well as things the boys had left lying around.

Speaking of, the boys had gone off to the boardwalk with Laddie and Star, leaving the two of you alone.

By now only your scent filled the cave due to your slight sweat from cleaning

And it was driving.him.mad

The snapping point was when you passed in front of him too close, your scent completely washing over him, and the next thing you knew you were sat in his lap on his throne.

His nose buried against the hair that covered the back of your neck

Breathing deeply and releasing the breath in a low growl.

The action completely flustered you

Like holy shit wtf? Also please don't stop.

Because David didn't give you this kind of attention

Even though deep down you had been begging the universe for him to.

"D-David?" You asked after a moment, voice unsure, and being met with a tighter grip against your middle.

"Yes?" He asked easily before burying his nose against just your bare neck after moving your hair aside.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Nothing" he told you with another low growl, causing your mouth to clamp shut.

"Ok"

You sat there, slowly relaxing in his hold as he buried his nose against your skin more, slowly rubbing circles against your stomach.

Honestly it felt really good to be held by him, you felt extremely protected.

Almost enough to lull you into a light sleep.

Until you heard the next word he whispered.

"Mine"

I hope you like these ☺️. I know I definitely wouldn't be complaining if any of these fine gentlemen did this to me lol

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

i just took a shower and now i cant stop thinking about moth boy loving showers

like, poor boy got so upset when he realised he was too big to join you in he bath like he's seen ajax doing from the back of his mind, so he's ecstatic when he finds out your shower is just big enough for the both of you!

he'd definitely love the feeling of the warm water running down his hair and wings, i headcanon that he's designed to spend long periods of time underwater due to ajax's hydro vision so the feeling of water rushing over him is a familiar feeling that he relishes in when it's not happening during battle until he gets shampoo in his eye

big moth man purring while getting his floof dried with the warm hair dryer aadhgfh my heart <3333

(he would also probably try to decipher the "ruins and symbols" that you make with your stray hairs on the shower wall)

dearest lord of moth, please take my thoughts and make something of them (if you have the time lol) 🙏

*furiously takes notes* yes yes please continue

listen listen LISTEN. when Foul Legacy is in the shower and he feels the water raining down and running over him, he does a happy little wing flutter with a delighted chirp, shaking himself so his wings don't become too waterlogged. he loooooves watching you wash your hair too, all the suds and tiny bubbles the shampoo makes look so fluffy, and if he's feeling brave he'll try to scritch your scalp with his claws to help you out. genuinely, Legacy would stay sitting in the shower for hours if it didn't rack up your water bill, but after a while he'll reluctantly get out because he remembers that hot water costs money with his vague knowledge of how Childe deals with expenses and bills- not before turning off the shower and shaking any excess water off, of course

you're always waiting for him with the hairdryer in hand, gesturing for him to sit in front of you with a soft laugh. you gently pat his shoulder when you turn on the hairdryer- neither of you like the loud sound it makes- feeling him stiffen before relaxing as the warm air begins seeping into his bones. his hair and fluff are always especially poofy and soft after being dried, and Legacy just melts more and more the longer you work, on the verge of falling over once you turn the hairdryer off. he lets out small, drowsy chitters when you brush his fur and hair, making sure there aren't any mats or tangles and also that your fluffy Abyss monster doesn't dissolve into a pile of goo while you're at it. only when he's perfectly dry do you nudge his shoulder again, watching him make a beeline for the bed and promptly flop onto the covers, looking at you pleadingly to join him. he's very warm and toasty right now, so he won't need any covers- just you as his pillow, nuzzling against your stomach with a sleepy purr as you stroke his hair to help him fall asleep

[crystalsnow95z]

I'm unhappy with my current drafts so I'm just gonna write just whatever comes to mind. No matter how it ends up, I'm gonna post it. Forgive me if it's not good. Some days, you just have to write just for the enjoyment and not care about results.

As Jin is returning soon he's the target of my story

Warning: emeto, fever.

Sickie: Jin with a bit of Yoongi. (Because my mind said so)

Caregivers: ot7

Jin presses his forehead against Yoongi's shoulder, trying to shield his eyes from the light that caused pain to ripple across his aching head.

"What's wrong Hyungie? Your breathing is off.." Yoongi speaks softly to him, running his hand through his hair. Yoongi couldn't recall Jin ever getting sick from flying. Seokjin is usually the one caring for the younger members, him included.

"All the flashing lights at the airport gave me a headache that's all.. I'll be okay." Jin picks up his head to talk to Yoongi, but Yoongi pushes him back down when he sees a flash of pain in Seokjins eyes.

"I got some medicine to help with the pain, just rest now. Okay? Let me take care of you this time Hyungie" Yoongi digs through his carry on for some pain relievers and an eye mask frowning when he hears only a single pill rattling. Sh*t.. will this be enough to help? I thought I had more.

"This should help at least a little..it's only 200mgs though.." Yoongi speaks softly, not wanting to risk making his hyung feel worse. "I'm sorry..I'm usually better prepared for travel.."

"No, no its okay. Thank you..this will be enough to help. Its not that bad really..I'll just sleep it off." Jin swallows the small pill, drinking the bit of water he had left in his bottle, covering his eyes up, leaning his head back against Yoongi.

Yoongi tries to gently massage Jin's temple to help ease the pain, relaxing when he hears the older’s breathing slow as he falls asleep. "I hope you feel better soon.." he whispers, brushing Jin's hair behind his ear when he sees it tickling Jin's ear, making him twitch in his sleep.

"What's wrong with Seokjinnie-hyung?" Namjoon whispers when he sees Yoongi's worried expression, taking out his headphones.

"Hyungie isn't feeling well, he said he just had a headache, but it sounds like he was suppressing coughs while we were going through the airport.." Yoongi whispers underneath his breath, Namjoon having to read his lips and lean forward to understand him.

"I'll get some medicine for him.." Namjoon promises, knowing Yoongi wouldn't want to risk waking up Jin by trying to flag down a staff member.

"That'd be great, thanks Namjoon-ah.. i gave him what i had, but i don't think its enough..Namjoon... could you ah..get me some water too?" Yoongi asks in a small voice.

"Are you feeling sick too?" Namjoon furrows his brow with worry when he sees that Yoongi's cheeks lacked color.

"I'm fine. I just took the medicine for motion sickness a little too late. It'll pass in a bit.. Don't worry." Yoongi gives Namjoon a reassuring smile, ignoring the fluttering in his stomach. There's no focus point in the sky like in a car to help.. maybe I'll try to sleep too..

"Tell me if you still feel sick an hour after landing okay hyung?" Namjoon orders gently. "Just because Seokjinnie-hyung is feeling sick doesn't mean how you feel isn’t just as important.."

"I will, Joon-ah.. thank you.." Yoongi leans his head against Jin's closing his eyes, finding comfort in the familiar scent of Jin's shampoo filling his nostrils. It's a short flight.. just two and a half hours.. when I wake up, we'll be landing.. I'll feel better then..

"Hyung.." Yoongi calls to Jin, who was still asleep on his shoulder. "We landed. You need to wake up now.. Hyung.." he gently shakes his shoulder to try to jostle him awake.

"Mmmn? What?" Jin blinks his eyes slowly, trying to process what the oldest rapper was saying to him, removing the blind fold. "Yoongi..?"

"Hyungie we landed. It's time to get off the plane.." Yoongi repeats himself patiently, waiting for recognition to light up in Jin's eyes.

"Ah..right.. the award show.." Jin sits upright, wincing at the tension in his neck. "I slept in that position too long.."

"I'll see what I can do about it while we're in the car. I'm sorry, me sleeping against your head probably made it worse.." Yoongi gently rubs the back of Jin's neck, feeling the tension that limited Jin's movement.

"Yoongi please don't.. that hurts.." Jin pushes Yoongi's hands away, wincing at his touch."I'll ask for a heat pack.."

"I'm sorry Hyungie. I'm sorry.." Yoongi frowns, his eyes dilating with worry, his stomach knotting with guilt.. "You might need to make an appointment to see a chiropractor."

"Don't worry so much Yoongi-yah. You just wanted to help and i appreciate it, but it's okay. it's not that bad, but I'll talk to staff if it'll make you feel better." Jin smiles through the pain, putting a hand on Yoongi's shoulder. "Let's get off this plane. I'm gonna take a shower and nap until we need to work."

"Alright Hyung, here.. you can wear my hat. It'll help block the camera lights." Yoongi unsnaps his hat from his carry on bag, placing it on Jin's head and snapping it to fit him. "I'll lead you. Just keep your head down."

Jin nods, taking Yoongi's elbow. "Ready."

Yoongi leads Jin off the plane, moving quickly to get past the mob of photographers, reporters and fans who filled the airport, all screaming for them to look in their direction.

Jimin tries to ask them to move so they can have a path, making hand motions to clear the way, Taehyung trying to shush the crowd, but it was in vain.

"Not so fast..I can't keep the pace.." Jin tries to pull away from Yoongi, but Yoongi grabs onto his arm, nearly tripping over their security guard when he quickly stepped in front of him to push a girl's arm away from grabbing onto Yoongi.

"I'm sorry Hyung..but you'll get trampled if we don't keep going this speed.. i can see the car. Please bear with it a little longer." Yoongi couldn't tell if Jin heard him over the chaos, but Jin didn't try to pull away. Namjoon went on the other side of Jin, Jungkook walking behind him, keeping a hand on Jin's shoulder.

"I..I'm going to be sick.." Jin swayed, swallowing hard refusing to let himself, the only thing keeping him on his feet is Yoongi and Namjoon holding him in a tight grip.His stomach churned his body reaching its limits. Theres so many flashes..it's making me dizzy..and the screams..my head is splitting..

Yoongi gets in the car first, pulling Jin in with him. Namjoon and Jungkook follow right behind, Hoseok pulling the door shut behind him.

"Hyung are you okay?" Yoongi asks speaking softly, rubbing his hand across his shoulder. "We're out of the crowd now. It's okay.." Yoongi tries to comfort Jin when he realizes he's shaking.

Jin shakes his head, afraid to open his mouth to speak. He places his hand over his face,his muscles tightened around his abdomen, pushing up thick bile into his throat. No..not now..please..

Namjoon acts quickly when he notices the color completely drain from Jin's face, knowing whats coming before Jin even clamped his hand over his mouth. "Sh*t, Fu*k.." he curses, reaching forward to ruffle through the center console, finding a plastic bag.

Jin tried to hold it back while Namjoon searched for something, swallowing down the bile, but it ended coming right back up with more force. He felt the warm sick fill his hand only upsetting his stomach even more.

Namjoon quickly opens the plastic bag for Jin, holding it underneath him. Yoongi looks for napkins, using the water from his carry on to wet it, taking Jins hand to clean it.

"I-im..I'm sorr..sorry.." Jin whimpers in between heaves, throwing up into the bag Namjoon held open as wide as possible.

"Hyung no, don't be sorry. Things happen..you can't help being sick. It's okay." Yoongi wets another napkin, swallowing the spit that pooled in his mouth. I can handle this. It's no big deal.. I can just wash my hands later..I can't get sick too..hyungie needs help..

Yoongi quickly tosses the soiled napkin in the bag in-between heaves, checking Jin's hand once more to be sure he got it all before taking his hand in his, rubbing his knuckles. His heart clenched when he saw Jin's eyes pooling with tears as another mouthful pushes up.

Hoseok buried his face into Jungkooks shoulder, his stomach churning sympathetically at the sound of Jin.

"Hang on, I'll help.. Hobi-hyung just wait.."Jungkook ruffles through his pocket, finding his headphones and sticking them in Hoseoks ears, turning on music to try to help. The distraction of helping Hoseok helped him hold back his emotions.

Namjoon tried to keep Jin's mind distracted so he didn't notice the others around him, talking to him gently to try to keep the focus on him and not the fact Yoongi had lost the color to his face, Hoseok was fighting the urge to Vomit from the sound of him and the teary eyed Kook who couldn't stand seeing his brothers like this.

"You'll feel better once it's all out.. it's okay.. most of us have gotten airsick before..it's no big deal..just focus on breathing.. it's okay..it's okay.."

Jin let out another few mouthfuls of half digested food, his body trembling with effort, his energy draining. His muscles burned, pushing up less each time until nothing came but thick saliva.

"I..i..m..done now.." Jin speaks in a hoarse whisper, leaning against Yoongi, trying to catch his breath again. "I'm..I'm okay now.."

"Do you think you can drink some water?" Namjoon asks softly, his hands shaking as he ties up the bag, staff grabbing to take it from him. He's still really pale and his breathing is really rough.. I hope we can get to the hotel without any issues..we had to switch hotels twice when we were in the Phillipines..

"Namjoon-ah..calm down..it's okay..I'm feeling better than I look..really.." Jin coughs in between his sentences, ruining the comfort he was trying to give his anxious leader. Jin takes a drink of the water, hoping that would help soothe his nerves.

Namjoon pushes Jin's bangs out of his face, checking to see if he felt warm to the touch, relaxing when he hardly feels warmer than his own forehead. "Try to rest until it's time to get out hyungie.."

Jin nods, getting comfortable on Yoongi's shoulder, only taking a few minutes for exhaustion to hit.

"Hyungie.. the alarm is going off. Are you awake?" Taehyung calls softly to Jin from his bed in the hotel room they shared.

"I am now..."Jin yawns, rolling over to face Taehyung, closing his eyes when the bright light from the window hits his face, making him painfully aware of the pounding headache he had didn't go away even after napping and a couple pain relievers. "What time is it..?"

"It's four-thirty, we need to be ready in an hour to go to the show..I'm sorry to wake you.. I wanted to give you time to get ready.." Taehyung apologizes with a bow,feeling guilty to wake up Jin, his stomach knotting.

He quickly runs to close the blinds when he notices it is bothering his older brother. "Sorry. I didn't want to turn on the light..the bedside lamp is broken.."

"It's okay Vuu, don't apologize. You did the right thing. I'd hate to make staff have to work on dirty hair" Jin drags himself out of bed, trying to keep himself from shaking in front of Taehyung. "I'm going to shower. Could you choose me and an outfit?"

"Of course Hyung." Taehyung goes to Jin's suitcase to find something comfortable. Jinnie-hyung still looks pale.. I'll have to tell Namjoon..

Jin goes into the bathroom, taking a few shaky breaths. Why do I feel worse after sleeping? My head still hurts just as much as before and my muscles still burn.. I need to pull myself together..Namjoon needs me to be there for him. He gets so nervous at events like this..

He slowly strips out of his clothes, turning on the shower, sitting in the tub, letting the water cascade down his back, hoping the warmth could do something for the pain.

Jin is awake now, but I don't think he's feeling any better.. It's too early for him to take another dose of pain pills, though..

Taehyung makes a chat with the other members excluding Jin.

Medical staff hasn't landed, the other flight got delayed.. they won't be here until tomorrow. Staff is looking for a local doctor that will come see him. If he gets any worse tell me. I'll get staff to take him to the hospital.

Namjoon texts. He had already wanted to find him help as soon as they landed, but finding a doctor that makes house calls last minute when it wasn't an emergency wasn't working in his favor.

Taehyung felt his heart fluttering with worry when he hears Jin coughing hard in the bathroom, rushing to check on him. "Are you throwing up hyung..?"

"No, no I'm okay..my throat is just sore from getting sick like that earlier." Jin reassures Taehyung, trying to clear his throat.

"I'll make you some tea Hyung." Taehyung places the clothes he chose for Jin on the counter, going to the keurig and placing a green tea pod inside.

Taehyung returns to the bathroom letting the tea brew. "Hyung do you want me to wash your hair? Maybe a scalp massage will help your headache."

"Alright.. but you aren't coming in here." Jin wets his hair once more before turning off the showerhead, the water running in the bath, hitting his feet.

Taehyung opens the curtains, taking the shampoo and creating a lather, massaging it gently into Jin's scalp. "I'm not being too rough am i?"

"No..it feels nice.." Jin hums, closing his eyes when Taehyung washes his bangs, the gentle circles ebbing a bit of the pain away to make it more tolerable.

Taehyung feels his shoulders relax when he hears Jin's soft sigh, giving him a sign that he was doing something to help ease the pain that plagued his eldest hyung. "Does your stomach still hurt hyung?"

"It hurts, but like..don't feel like I'm going to throw up, but my sides burn when i take a deep breath..it's sore.." Jin tells him earnestly.

"Hang on, hyung.." Taehyung goes to the kitchen, getting the ice bucket. He fills it with water halfway, using it to get the soap out of Jin's hair without having to shove his head under the sink or stand in the shower. "Keep your eyes closed, please hyung..." Taehyung keeps one hand on Jins forehead, making a barrier to keep the soap from running down into Jins eyes.

Jin obeys, pawing at his sore stomach, trying to rub the pain away. "Thank you Tete.." Jin says with a gentle smile when Taehyung finishes up with his hair, holding back a cough. "You should focus on getting ready yourself, I can wash up myself from here. I'm feeling much better now.."

"Okay hyung..I'll leave the door cracked..call for me if you need anything." Taehyung leaves, looking back at Jin before Jin pulled the curtain shut to turn back on the shower.

Washing him perked him up a bit, but he's got a cough now.. I hope he'll be okay to do the interview and performance..

Taehyung types his worries.

His throat is probably just sore from puking earlier, but I asked staff to get some medicine just in case.

Hoseok texts back, followed by Namjoon.

I'll do what I can to keep the questions off of him during the interview, and if he's not feeling well enough to perform, we can always have him sit it out.

Namjoon texts back,Taehyung feeling the tension in his shoulders loosen. The hyungs have it handled. I just need to do all i can for the team..

Okay. I made him some tea to see if that will help with his throat..

Taehyung quickly texts back, putting his phone down and returning to the kitchen to add a bit of sugar to try to combat the bitter of the tea.

Jin finishes up in the bath, wrapping a towel around his body, his knees folding underneath him when he tries to stand, dizziness making him crash onto the tile.

Taehyung runs to check on him when he hears the sound, checking his ankles for any sign of injury before getting him to his feet, sitting him up on the toliet to get him dry, rubbing a towel across his dripping body.

"Are you okay, hyung?" Taehyung says, voice a pitch higher with worry, checking Jin's legs for injuries, frowning when he sees a bruise forming on his knee."What happened?"

"I'm okay Vuu, I just fell. It's just a little bruise. It's no big deal." Jin tells Taehyung, trying to get his vision to focus on him. What's going on with me? My body feels so weak.. I need to pull myself together..

"Hyung please don't lie to me.. Are you sure you can do this? You don't look well.." Taehyung speaks softly, trying to dry Jin's hair with the towel, his his heart tightening when Jin coughs when he tries to answer.

Taehyung rubs his back, trying to ease the pain, sighing with relief when the cough stops as quickly as it begins, but that isn't good enough for him."Hyung, I don't think you should perform.. Please, consider sitting it out? At least the dancing?" He asks gently.

"I'm okay Taehyungie, I just caught a cold.. I'll take some medicine and go to bed early tonight." Jin reassures Taehyung sounding more confident than he really felt. Army worked hard to help us win this award..the least I can do is perform a few songs for them...

Jin coughs into his sleeve, trying to silence it to stop himself from interrupting Namjoon, who was politely answering the interviewers question. He feels a hand touch his thigh, looking at the owner of it, meeting the eyes of Jungkook.

The mankae offers him a water bottle, him taking it gratefully. 'Thank you..' Jin mouths, trying to wash down the foul taste of phlegm that his body kept coughing up.

Why do I feel worse after taking medicine? This isn't good..I'm performing soon..

"One last question for the group. This is the first time you'll be performing Destiny live. Army is so excited. Does it have choreography?" The interviewer asks, Jin's heart dropping into his stomach when the realization hits him.

That's right.. we've been practicing this song for a month now to show Army.. I can't let the sleepless nights we spent go to waste.. why do I have to have a center position..?

"It's okay Hyung.. you got this.." Jimin leans in to Jin, pressing his forehead against his cheek to comfort him, quickly pulling back when he feels the warmth. "Hyung-"

Jimin gets cut off by Namjoon’s voice. "This has been..."

"BTS.." Everyone speaks after him, ending the interview, the boys being rushed by staff to quickly get ready.

Jimin goes to go to Namjoon to tell him about Jin's declining health, but Jin takes his wrist. "Jimin-ah please, don't tell him.. I can do this.. I'll tell him after we perform Destiny. We worked so hard on it.. I won't be able to sleep tonight if I ruin this for everyone. It's only been twenty minutes since I took the medicine, it'll kick in by the time we perform. I'll ge okay.."

Jimin wanted to argue against him, but the determination and desperation in Jin's eyes made him give in. This means so much to him.. he'll regret it if he doesn't try and the guilt will only make him feel worse..

"Please Jimin?" Jin asks once more, knowing Jimin was close to giving in.

"Hyung please take it easy when you perform.. Army will understand if you don't give it your all..okay?" Jimin touches his shoulder, pleading in a whisper when he sees staff approaching them, giving them their mics.

"Five minutes until you perform."

Jin could feel the sweat already pooling at the back of his neck, covering up his mic to cough. He could hear Army starting the fanchant, waiting for the lights to come on.

Please..please I just need to last four minutes, please..

Jin pleaded with his body, his stomach twisting and churning with every movement, his head pounding at the sound of the screams he would normally cherish.

The lights turned on, making the screams louder as soon as Jungkook started to sing. Jin forced himself to move, his knee throbbing when he dropped to the ground to the beat, stumbling when he tried to quickly rise back to his feet.

Guilt churned his already sour stomach, bile trying to rise up his throat, but he continued to perform, ignoring his body's plea for him to stop. He moves to the next position, singing his part without letting the audience know how poorly he is feeling, quickly moving to side to cough, his throat unable to handle the notes he usually hit with ease.

Namjoon joins him, quickly getting him water before Hoseok finishes his verse. "Hyung you need to take it easy. I can see your hands trembling.. Are you okay?"

Jin doesn't answer him, taking the water from his hand and taking a drink,but the water his too heavy on his stomach, his body instantly pushing it up, placing his hand over his mouth, Vomit soaking his palm.

He could hear the crowd in front of him screaming in worry for him, his legs turning to jello, Namjoon quickly catching him before he hits the floor.

"Sh*t, Hyung.. we need to get you back stage, hang on.."

Namjoon flags staff over, the security guards leading him down the steps. Namjoon clenches his teeth, forcing himself not to follow Jin, quickly going back to the stage, nearly running into Jimin . It'll be too hard on the team for two of us to be missing. I'll check on him the moment we get off stage..

The members already knew what happened without Namjoon telling him, Jimin's voice trembling when he sings knowing he could've prevented it if he just told on Jin in the final place.

Jin is lead to the nearest waste bin, Mr. Lee holding him up as he throws up a thick liquid, his body trembling, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I..i..ruined it.." He sobs, another mouthful of sick coming in-between reaches. "I let..everyone d..do.." his words get cut off by his stomach pushing up more hot sick, splashing into the bin.

"Don't speak. No one will blame you for being sick. Just focus on breathing right now.. okay Seokjin-sii?" Mr. Lee rubs his hand across Jin's back, feeling his body trembling with effort. "It's okay.. you need to calm down.."

Jin tries to take deep breaths, but each breath he tries to take only causes him to cough, his lungs screaming for air. "I...i..can't.."

After a few minutes he could hear the sound of his members rushing to him, Namjoon taking over for Mr.Lee. "hyung you can be so stubborn.. you should've told me you still felt like this.."

Jin felt Namjoon's arms wrap around his chest, supporting his weight as he dry heaves pushing up nothing but strings of spit "I'm..I'm sorry.." he answers in a raspy whisper, leaning into Namjoon, waiting for the waves of nausea to end.

"Hyung you dont have anything left in your stomach.. please try to breathe..." Namjoon adds softly, feeling himself sweat from contact, using his sleeve to wipe the sweat from Jin's face. "You're burning up.."

Jon focuses on breathing, the dry heaves dying down to coughs, pushing the can away from him, leaning into Namjoon. Namjoon gently lowers him gently moving him to be able to rest his head on his lap.

Yoongi wets a towel with a bottle of water, gently wiping the sweat from Jin's face, his heart tightening to see Jin's pained expression up close, his eyes tightly shut when he breathes in from his strained muscles.

"I'm sorry..I just wanted to do one.. song and I thought I had it.. under control.." Jins voice comes out soft, still trying to catch his breath, covering his face with his arm.

"Don't worry about that right now.. just focus on your breathing right now? Do you think you can drink some water?" Namjoon asks softly.

Jim shakes his head, his stomach churning at the thought of putting anything in his system. "Maybe...I should go to the hospital to get an IV.." he sits up slowly, holding his sore middle.

Yoongi places a hand on Jin's back to help him. "Hyung we weren't going to give you a choice on that one.. you really scared us Hyung.. especially Jiminie."

Jin looks around, his chest tightening when he sees Jimins eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "Im sorry I should've tried harder to talk you into not performing.."

"Jimin-ah..come here." Seokjin pulls Jimin into a hug. "I shouldn't asked you to be quiet.. it's not your fault okay? It's just mine for letting my emotions get the better of..." he coughs, trying to cover it with his fist.

"The car is ready." Staff tells them.

"Thank you.." Namjoon says, gently leading Jin to his feet, feeling him tremble with effort. He's trying to act tough, but he's still so pale and shaky. "Let's get you taken care of.. no more hiding how you feel okay hyung?"

[ohbo-ohno]

RE: the skincare routine and how reader would fall into stockholm syndrome - it's the routine. It's all about habits, and Simon knows the best way to get the results you want is by building trust between you and your captive.

So when reader tries to regain a bit of agency and normalcy in this new situation she finds herself in, she subconsciously starts with her little habits. She usually brushes her teeth and fills a glass of water to put on the bedside table whilst she sleeps, and although Johnny wants to do it all for her and pamper her within an inch of her life, Simon understands that allowing her to do it herself makes this all a bit more normal for her. She sits her toothbrush into the holder between theirs and places her glass on the bedside table before she climbs into bed with them.

Reader falls into the safety of routine and before she even realises it, she's asking nicely for things - can I at least get a decent moisturiser... please? - you really should use a separate shampoo and conditioner you know - we've run out of toothpaste again

She's settled in enough that Ghost gives Johnny the go-ahead to start doing things for her, taking the hairbrush out of her hand so he can comb it for her, and she just... lets him, because she's sleepy and he's really soft and careful with her hair, it's almost hypnotic, and Johnny's never hurt her... right?

(also imagine being made to sit on johnny or ghost's lap and having to point out the products you need as they scroll through their phone, and when they ask what retinol even does, you huff all cutely and try to explain whilst they sit back and just enjoy you)

you. we're best friends now. i love you for giving me this gift. im going to write some stuff but your ask stands perfectly on its own

you put everything about stockholm syndrome and routine perfectly. they'd want to force a routine, but also... not? like it's got to be something you also want, at least subconsciously. so a skincare routine is perfect! it's something you want to do, and something you have to do everyday. and they can pretend it's a reward when they give you all the usual brands and products you use.

johnny wants to do it for you sooooo badly. gets all twitchy when you sit in front of the sink to do it yourself. simon has to cuff the back of his neck, hold him still so he doesn't dart forward and just start treating you like a doll. he doesn't even know what to do. simon had tried explaining that you building a routine with them is important, but he just does not really care tbh. just wants to get his hands on you :(

first time she says we instead of i or you simon and johnny could hardly contain their joy. you're thinking of the three of you as a set!!! how it's meant to be!

also fuck you for talking about johnny brushing your hair for you. can't stop picturing it. he's so fucking soft sometimes oh my godddd

[inkwell-passion]

The Authenticity Of The Machine

The foot of the body taps against the linoleum floor of the messhall, it doesn't feel right. The tactile feeling isn't the same. Everything is so ichy, and I can't do anything about it, the two eyes that once were mine flicker about, trying to see more than they should be able to.

The hand trembles with microtwitches as I use it to pick up the spoon for the eggfried rice they made for me this time. The other hand gently grabs at the head, fingering the single strands of hair that I once identified with. Everything feels so wrong as the left eye blinks before the right.

I remember a time when I identified with this body, I was young, didn't know the glory of my new body just yet, but even back then I knew something was off, I wasn't as graceful as my peers, I was awkward and clumsy. I wore glasses back then, longed for a sight that was better than what I had. Everything felt wrong but it was all I had ever known, so I thought everyone else was just better at being human than me. I thought everyone suffered through this, and that something was just wrong with me.

The food tastes good, I can't really think about anything to compare it to, it travels through the foreign throat and down into its stomach, then it fuels this control system people call a body. It's just a segment of the whole to me. A blueprint that everything else is built around. The left hand grabs my energy drink and brings it shakily up to the mouth, where I take a small sip. Its chill paradoxically fills me with a warmth. That's the only thing that I like about this state, The food.

Someone sits down next to the vessel, the eyes that I control flick over to them. It's the Sergeant that works alongside me in my body.

"Hey Spider." His rough and tumble voice hits the eardrum like a cacophony of noise, and the vessel instinctively flinches from how loud it is. "Sorry" his voice quiets down to a tolerable level. "Good job on that last sortie."

"Thanks Delaney…" The voice that I once called my own stumbles out of the vessel's mouth rough and broken, the vocal cords not having been used properly in years. It sounds more like a young kitten's scrappy mewl than an actual voice.

"Man I forgot how shitty your voice sounds when you're not using Comms." He'd chuckle, I don't find it funny. This isn't my voice, it never has been, I just laid claim to it when I thought it's all I had. He stares at me for a second as if expecting me to laugh with him. I don't.

"…Sorry, that was rude." His voice fades away, his eyes looking away from me. "So uhm…Me and my buddies are doing this small get together and I was curious if you wanted to come with? It's gonna be chill, we're just gonna drink and talk."

I nod the head, the mop of hair on top grazing against the skin, making my mind run ablaze with discomfort. "Gonna hit the showers…" That damaged voice stumbles into open air once more, before I get up, the legs shaky as my gait is odd, unbalanced. I don't have the right amount of legs, I feel like I'm gonna fall at any point, my viewpoint constantly shifting and moving, as the vessel stumbles away from the harsh lights of the messhall. Everything feels so weird, and I keep listening out for the creak of the floor, only to never hear it. Right, this vessel is not as heavy as my body.

In the barracks, I grab a towel and the recommended bodywash, along with whatever shampoo I decided to buy last time I was at the shops. I use the right hand to grab the shower basket, putting everything but the towel in it and head to the private showers, flashing the I.D. that registers me as a Pilot to get in.

There were too many cases of people getting bit when they tried to get handsy with the pilots, so we get private access to the officer showers. It's what they get for trying anything as far as I'm concerned.

I walk into the first open private shower and reserve it for two hours, closing the door and locking it. Disrobing is both fast and slow, the eyes do not dare look down, or wander to the mirror, but in the corner I see it, the vessel's form. I dig the nails of the left hand into the right arm and hiss, trying to keep my attention away from how wrong this all feels.

When Disrobing is complete, I maneuver the vessel to step into the shower and turn the water on. As soon as the water hits the skin, I howl out in pain, the voice that claims to be my own screaming out like a wounded animal, and just as quickly, I grab the bodywash and lather it all over the skin, the numbing agent acting immediately, making the water bearable for once. The tears that spill from the eyes are lost in the shower, I'm unable to identify when the shower stops and my tears begin.

I need to move fast before the numbing agent stops being effective, the shampoo that probably isn't the right type for the hair gets grabbed and gets poured into the right hand before the left hand puts the shampoo down and both hands raise up to lather the hair with the shampoo. The scalp is less sensitive due to the constant sensory experience of the hair, but it still stings as the water pours onto it.

Eventually everything is cleaned and I can maneuver the vessel out of the shower and start to dry it off, using the softest towel I have in order to not cause any more pain. I stare down at the floor, facing away from the mirror, drying everything before getting my techsuit back on and the uniform on top of it. I instantly feel at least a little better, but nothing will comfort me like being in my own body once more.

I pull my phone out, and maneuver to my schedule, getting reminded that I had a little get-together that I was invited to. I open up the DMs I have with Delaney and type in 'Inside or Outside?' My gaze drifting over to the hanger bay using foreign eyes that are too few in number. 'Inside'.

Fuck. Okay. The body heaves out a sigh as it taps the address that Delaney gave, and I start maneuvering it over there. My movements are both exagerated and too subtle, too much input for too little output. Everything feels wrong, but maybe they'll have an inhaler there. Maybe I can forget about this vessel for a little while, and maybe just maybe this will be the last time I need to be out of my body.

The walk feels muted, there was birdsong but I couldn't hear it properly, the sunlight didn't look right, everything felt wrong, felt muted, felt dilluted. When I got to the address, I can see that they're sat outside, surrounding a campfire. Laughing and drinking and telling stories. I bubble over with rage as my movements become more and more drastic, I tap Delaney on the shoulder with the jagged nail from my hand. He turns around, clearly already a bit tipsy. "Spider! I knew you could make it!"

"Why did you tell me it was Inside when you guys are clearly Outside and have been for a while?" The voice is still broken and hoarse but it still reveals my rage properly.

"I didn't want you bringing that fucking dingy machine. You spend way too much time in it Spider!" He laughs, I yet again do not.

"And so you thought lying to me was the right choice of action?!" I bellow, the voice cracking and breaking several times.

"Why does it matter so much? come get a drink." He motions for me to sit, I don't.

"You don't get it Delaney!" The voice is getting whiney, not what I want.

"No I get it alright, you're fucking addicted to that god damned machine. I just want to see my friend's actual body for once."

"Actual Body?! ACTUAL BODY?!?!" I scream out in this borrowed voice. "That thing you call a 'Dingey machine' IS MY ACTUAL BODY"

"Oh my god Spider. I thought you weren't one of those fucking weirdos."

"Those….Those WHAT?!" I stomp the foot, before I roar out in anger and start stormng off, not even letting him give me a response. I break out into a sprint, the body not used to running, but that doesn't stop me, I need to get back to her. I need to get back to my Spider Queen. My Body.

I bust into the hanger bay, my Mechanic, Sophie, looking at me with confusion at first, but the moment she sees the look in my eye, understanding passes her face. "Just finished up. Here let me help you up Sweetie." her southern accent compliments her grease and oil caked face of dark skin.

I sprint over to her and hug her tight, sobbing into her as she grabs this vessel's hips and lifts it up into my cockpit, my home. It opens itself up to welcome me back to myself, as I lay inside the seat, getting the neural link jacked in properly.

The moment I'm hooked in, I feel all of my subroutines come to life as my body roars to life, electrical signals dancing under my armor plating as my eyes start calibrating, finally my vision is fixed, and I can see all around me. My Legs stretch themselves out, every single one of the eight of them.

"How're you feeling Ellie? Or should I call you Spider Queen" Sophie calls out with a grin.

"So much better!~" My deep sultry voice that can make a grown man fall to his knees ring out from my comms system as I stretch my arms, before picking Sophie up and placing her on top of me. My eight legs moving like my namesake, as I leave the Hanger and shift myself into flight move, my legs swirling behind me like rifling as I rocket upwards into the lower atmosphere, Sophie hooping and hollering as she rides me.

My radar comes online as I match my speed with a squad of aircraft going through training. "Hello Boys!~" I call out into their earpieces, and they all respond back in unison,

"Hello Spider, You seem in a good mood today."

"That I am!~" My radar warns me of an incoming missle lock as I cut my engine, my arms grabbing Sophie and tossing her into my cockpit so that she's safe from the rapid acceleration, Sophie is all too familiar with my body to complain, simply running her fingers through my hair as she sits in my co-pilot seat.

Moments before the ground I kick retrograde thrusters on, landing on my feet as I scuttle about gracefully, climbing over the fence back into the hanger bay, before letting Sophie out and placing her at her work station.

"Hey Ellie!" Sophie calls out as I tilt my head. "Got a party outside that I wanna take you too! Everyone's been dying to meet my favorite pilot"

I hesitate, after what happened earlier. Sophie can feel my hesitancy as her face softens and she places a hand on one of my legs. "Hey it's gonna be okay, it's a family get together, the kiddos really wanted to meet you."

After a few seconds that feel like hours, I nod, agreeing to it. "Wanna walk with me?"

"Sure!" She'd climb up onto my shoulder near my cockpit, using familiar handholds. There's a deep intimacy I have with Sophie, she knows every inch of my body, and I trust her with every centimeter of it. It helps that there have been a few times that Sophie has let me learn her body with a similar sense of intimacy.

My arachnoid lower half starts moving once again, as I listen to her directions, the smile on her voice is oh so familiar, and welcoming. The walk is much faster for me than it would be for a normal person, my legs being able to outrun a car.

The walk is gorgeous, the birdsong comming in through my external mics into my cockpit and filling me with its music, the Sunset glittering across my sensory suite, as I get to view it in all its dazzling brilliancy across so many spectrums, the dirt path compacting beneath me, the gravel popping. I hear Sophie's sweet voice fill my head as she gently chides me on how much I damaged my body last time, that she had to work for 5 hours straight to get me back up and running, my nonhuman head would tilt to nuzzle itself against her as a way of thanks.

We're led to a massive field where there is a bonfire that has a small family gathering around it, the kids are the first to notice Sophie and me, their jaws dropping as they point over to us and call out for their parents to see. "Mom, Mom! Look!" They run over to me as Sophie climbs down my left arm, sitting atop one of my legs as she lifts the kids up, speaking in a tongue I don't understand.

The kids seem very receptive to whatever Sophie is telling them, their little heads nodding up and down before she lets them loose. On the walk there Sophie had warned me the kids would wanna climb all over me, and asked me if I was alright with that, and I was.

As the kids started to climb around me, I helped one onto my hand and then let them slide down my arm and across my shoulders before sliding down my other arm back towards Sophie, who catches them with a small 'Oop!'.

The Adults looked over with small smiles on their faces, and soon motioned me to come closer to the fire, to which I followed their instructions, the bonfire lighting up my chassis and making my heat receptors fill me with warmth.

"So You're Ellie the Spider Queen, huh?" An Older man leaning on a cane would say, an amused look on his wrinkled face.

"Yes sir, I hope you don't mind that I came in my mech."

"Nonsense, this is who you are is it not?" His smile gets a knowing look in it as he lifts a medallion that holds the symbol of the 63rd Mech Division 'The Hellscreamers'.

"That it is Sir, thank you for your service. Though if you don't mind me asking, what happened to your body?"

"Ahh my other half. She got herself blown up in the War With The Heavens. I still feel her radar in the back of my head though" He'd chortle.

The Retired Lieutenant and I held conversation the entire night, him regailing me with his stories about fighting the Angels, supposedly having gone one on one with one undergoing its Rapture state, the only thing saving him is his mech's coolant system getting ruptured and freezing it to death. He tells me about how he knew he had to abandon his mech, because it would eventually go supercritical, but how he had to be torn kicking and screaming from it.

In return I told him about some of my own sorties, Sophie being sat on my leg the entire time as my arms move and gesture to exemplify my storytelling. The kids hanging from different parts of me, or sat in front of me, their eyes sparkling as they hear about how I fought to defend their homes from invaders and rebels alike.

Eventually the kids fell asleep, all cradled in a leg of mine, and Sophie had made her way to my cockpit, having brought a case of cider, She reaches behind my control node and undoes the Neural link, and I have to reaccomodate to only having two eyenodes, there she sits nearby and takes her acoustic guitar off its mount inside my cockpit and starts to play.

"I swear your fingers are magical when it comes to a six string." I praise her softly, sipping the crisp apple cider that her family made.

"And yours don't perform miracle on the battlefield?" She jokes, playing a particularly calming song.

"That's not fair, this comes to me as naturally as breathing."

"Yeah, and playing the guitar for me is no different." Her voice would fade into song as for once these ear drums seem perfectly fit for listening to her. Everything feels right when I'm in my body, doesn't matter if I'm linked in, just being here is right. Sophie makes it even more correct.

"Why didn't you ever go into doing music stuff Sophs?" I tilt my control system's head.

"Because then I wouldn't have met you." She'd joke before putting her guitar to the side. "In all actuality, it just didn't feel right, I work best with gears, nuts, bolts, and mneumatic systems."

"I understand that I think. It's like trying to move with only two legs, sure maybe I was born with the skill to do it, and practiced it for years, but this" I motion to my body, the metal chassis all around us. "This is more me than anything else ever will be."

"Amen to that." She'd raise her own bottle of Cider up in toast as I move to clink mine with hers, taking a swig afterwards and letting the bitter liquid grace my taste buds. "Now it's gonna be a cold night, so you mind if I curl up in that chair with you?"

"Not at all Sophs, Thank you, you made my shitty night much better. Your folks are great as well, I loved talking to your Grandpa."

Sophie would giggle and climb up into my chair with me, curling up and nodding. "Of course, anything for my favorite Pilot."

"Goodnight, Sophie."

"Goodnight, Spider Queen."

[manicpixiedreamcurl]

would u write the after care portion of the “eddie likes when ur mean” oh my god it was so cute :)

Continuation of this.

.・。.・゜✭・

"C'mon, sweet boy," you say, tugging at Eddie's hand, trying to get him to at least sit up so you can start to walk his sated, tingly body to the bathroom. Eddie's tongue appears for a split second before vanishing, dark eyelashes still fanned across the tops of his cheeks.

"Stay for a minute," he mumbles, wiggling on the mattress like a cat searching for the warmest patch. "Want a cuddle."

"We can cuddle in the bath when you're less sweaty."

He pouts, one big eye opening to glare at you unconvincingly. "You made me sweaty. That was you."

Chewing the inside of your lip to hide the grin, you crawl up the bed to his side, rest your chin just below the spider at his collar. Eddie's pink, damp hairs sticking around his face. And he's right. You made him like this. It makes you warm all over to think about.

You push back the hair at his forehead, hear his content hum at the relief to the hot skin while you card your fingers through the frizzing curls. Unable to help yourself, you kiss his pretty lips, feel his lazy smile against yours.

"Okay. You've convinced me. Temptress."

Just as you thought he would, just as you wanted, Eddie watches you run the bath in quiet satisfaction. Yawning and rubbing his eyes occasionally, fine now that his nails are stuck dry, but never taking his gaze from you.

He tries a salacious, flirty smirk when you strip down bare like him, lets loose an airy whistle. But you know he can't make good tonight. You wouldn't want him to. Satisfying the worst ache between your legs would still pale in comparison to this.

You check the temperature once, twice, three times before you get in. You sink back, feel the soothing burn of the water, and extend your arms out to the boy still blinking at you with a goofy smile on his face.

Eddie makes a soft uncomfortable noise at the first dip of his feet, caused by the cold toes that have found your ankles almost every night since you first found Eddie. Once those are used to the steaming water, the rest of him follows at once. That the water only splashes over the side rather than tipping past the ridge in a wave is a testament to how many times you've ended up here together. How much water, how hot, how to sit most comfy with Eddie's head on your chest; it's all second nature to you now.

You play with his damp curls to your heart's content, twirling locks of it round your fingers, gently pulling at stray remaining coils, watching them bounce and break.

"You wanna let me wash your hair, Eddie?"

"Mm."

You help him sit up in front of you, directing his hands to his forehead to keep his eyes free of the water you tip over his head. "Which shampoo, beautiful boy?"

"Yours. Wanna smell like you."

Eddie, sleepy and out of it, hair plastered to his head and neck, makes your heart pound without even trying.

You watch the steady rise and fall of his shoulders as you wash him, the slow relaxed breaths of a boy made soft and comfortable. You ease conditioner through each frizzed clump, smooth out every tangle so gently he doesn't feel any tugs.

When his hair is sleek and soft, smelling just as yours does after a shower, Eddie's head finds your chest again.

You'll have to get out soon. You can feel more heat in the air than the bath, now.

"Thanks for taking care of me."

Eddie glances up at you, neck angled back so you can get a glimpse of his forehead and his soft brown eyes.

You kiss that forehead till those eyes close again. His chest fills and empties in a long, happy sigh.

"Of course, Eddie. I always will."

[vinniesasslicker1]

Sick Angel Vinnie Vincent x (Neutral Gender) Reader (Fluff) 1979

shitty moodboard!

It's been 2 days since your lover had gotten a cold. The poor thing had been coughing and sneezing. You had been bringing him cough syrup every 4 hours. He'd even cry because of how awful he felt. You couldn't help but feel bad for him, the poor angel had never been sick before.

"My human... I don't feel good at all..."

His soft pink lips start to quiver as tears start to fall from his beautiful green eyes after he swallows his medicine.

"I know, angel, I'm sorry... Wanna take a shower? I can wash your hair and your wings for you,"

You offer calmly.

The angel nods his head and gets out of the bed, heading to the bathroom.

"I'll be there in a second, Vinnie!"

You call out to him while you put on a mask and a pair of gloves.

After a couple of seconds, you walk into the bathroom to find the angel pouting with tears still rolling down his cheeks. You were surprised that he even accepted, considering how stubborn he likes to be. You turn the shower on, making sure it was the perfect temperature for him.

You put a stool in the shower for him to sit on and gesture for him to get in the shower.

"The shower is ready, honey,"

Vinnie walks towards the shower and sits on the stool, letting out a soft sigh as he feels the warm water cascading over him.

You pour a small amount of shampoo into his hair and rub it in. As his hair was covered in shampoo, you decided to let it sit while you rubbed shampoo into his wings.

As you finish rinsing him off, you wrap a towel around him and dry him off. You begin to brush his hair, trying not to hurt him.

He's been pretty quiet...

"You okay, Vinnie? You've been very quiet,"

He nods. He clearly doesn't feel like using his voice.

You take the gloves off and rub lotion on his body. As you rub lotion on his face, you stare into his red puffy eyes. You give him a soft smile, attempting to comfort him.

He giggles softly as you tickle his sides.

After he brushes his teeth, you lay him in the bed and give him a kiss on the lips through the mask, earning a soft chuckle. As you pull the blanket over his unclothed body, you rub some vicks on his chest and under his nose.

"Good night, sweet angel."

You whisper to him

He inhales and exhales in relaxation, drifting off into a deep slumber. You watch him sleep peacefully for a couple more seconds before blowing him a kiss and leaving the room to wash your hands, heading to the couch right after.

He sure was lucky to have you.

[daenysx]

hi angel! what about reader is best friends with aegon and she likes him but modern! aemond likes her. aemond always comforts her when aegon chooses to blow off their hangouts and then she slowly falls for aemond 😇

hi lovely, thank you for requesting! i liked this so much, i hope you enjoy too. requests are open

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader, hurt/comfort ♡

aemond can't stand the wrinkle forming between your eyebrows whenever aegon disappoints you.

"sorry, aemond." you say, blushing hard on your cheeks. "i thought he'd be home, he didn't answer my texts."

his hands shake, he curls his fingers to relieve a bit of tension. "it's okay." he manages to say. "but i don't know where he is."

you look at your hands, biting your bottom lip like you do every time you are upset. aemond hates how he's unable to comfort you, how useless. you try to smile after a second, looking at him with big eyes as if you're trying to stop yourself from crying.

there's always a distance between you and aemond. "sorry for bothering you again." you say, giving him one of your easy smiles. "i'll just leave."

you take a step back. aemond would be damned if he let you go. "wait." he calls. "do you wanna come in?"

you look unsure. you probably think aemond only plays nice with you just because he feels guilty for his brother. the truth is far from it. aemond once saw you cry because of aegon, how your shoulders were shaking and your lips bitten raw. the image of your sad face haunts him, knowing how he'll never be the one you care about makes him wanna beat aegon. how dare he? who does he think he is? how can he have you as his best friend and not even bother to answer your texts when aemond is desperate for one smile from your lips?

"i took enough of your time." you say.

"no, i-" and now he can't even form a proper sentence. "please."

your eyes find his face. "you don't have to do it, aemond."

he doesn't know what you're talking about. "what?"

"you don't have to try to fix his mistakes." you say, somehow you look bolder and more upset, it shatters his heart.

"i'm not- i-"

"i appreciate the effort, i really do." you say. "you probably think how much of a fool i'm being by waiting for his text when he's out there hanging out with people i don't even know."

you stop, take a deep breath. that's when a teardrop rolls on your cheek. "i know it's stupid." you say. "i know he'll never look at me the way i look at him but i can't control how i feel. i- i just-"

your entire body is shaking as you start crying loudly. fuck. aemond's never been good with crying people but he'd burn down the entire world if he could stop your tears. he feels a protective wave in his chest, it's urging him to take the step to get you. you try to dry your tears, totally unable to calm down. you can't even look at aemond, how pathetic are you being right now? crying in front of your so-called best friend's baby brother. aemond should have better things to do other than listening to a girl cry over aegon.

"i'm so sorry." you say when you can finally breathe. "i'm not being fair to you. i'll just leave, you can-"

aemond snaps out of the trance. he rushes to you, his long arms are wrapped around your shoulders easily. you melt, starved for a comforting touch. he holds the back of your neck, fingers lightly wandering in your hair as he puts your head on his shoulder. you bury your face to his neck, wrap your arms around his waist. he smells nice. so nice like the rain or soft morning breeze.

aemond doesn't know how he'd wait so long to hug you. he closes his eye to the smell of your shampoo. his mind is clear like it never has been before. is this what holding you feels like? his skin is desperate for any contact, he's been starved for so long. he can get addicted to holding you easily, the possibility of never doing it again terrifies him. he loses his voice, he loses his patience.

you cry on his shoulder. he rubs a slow hand on your back, his lips tight on your head. he can feel the wetness of your tears on his skin, his fingers itch to dry them up.

you pull back, mortified. you look like you're gonna say sorry again but he can't have that. not again. you're not the person who should say sorry for having feelings or being brave enough to accept them.

"you're not being fair to me." he says. "you don't even know what you do to me."

he begs himself to shut up. he'll lose you. he'll lose the smallest contact with you if he keeps talking.

"i-" you start, still in his arms.

"no." he cuts your words. "it's not fair at all."

maybe people are right about the targaryen madness. nothing he does right now makes sense to him but he can't help himself. he just can't go on like this, not anymore. not when he got you in his arms.

"he- he doesn't deserve you." aemond says with a low voice. "but you know that, don't you? you've always been too clever for your own good."

"what can i do about that, aemond?" you whisper. "i'm trying to get over it. he's my best friend, do you see how fucked up this is?"

aemond shakes his head, his hand on your waist tightens. "trust me, i know about fucked up feelings. i know- i can understand how terrible you feel."

"and i didn't mean to be unfair to you." you continue. your tears dry on your cheeks. "i know you don't have to deal with this but you're nice enough to care about me. i won't disturb you again, i promise."

he takes a deep breath to stop himself from screaming. you're killing him. you don't even know.

"do you think the goodness in my heart is the reason for caring about you?" he asks, can't help gritting his teeth.

you look confused. he wants to kiss you so bad.

"you know what?" he backs off. "let's stop this- just forget i said anything."

he stops holding you, angry at himself for being a coward. he can feel the pins and needles on his hands, his shoulders are tense again.

"are you kidding me?" you ask, your voice is sad all over again. "why- why are you trying to mess with me? have i been that much of a bother to you?"

"stop!" he says loudly. you don't flinch, just stay on your spot with fresh tears on your eyes. aemond will not be the reason of your tears.

"stop saying that you're bothering me." he begs. "stop it- i can't take it anymore."

"then why?"

"because i'm in love with you." he says finally. "i've been in love with you for so long but you're not even aware of my existence when you're not asking for aegon! you think you're the only one with fucked up feelings?"

he kept everything to himself for so long, now that he starts he can't stop.

"you don't know what it's like to see you crying because of that prick. you don't know how i wished that it could be me- just for once let it be me who you care about. you don't know-"

he gets on his knees at the door to his apartment. his face pressed against his palms, staying vulnerable in front of you. he is so fucked. he half expects you to run away.

you are frozen on your feet. you always thought aemond was just being nice to you, all those times he offered you a cup of coffee and listened to you ramble about things. all the smiles he gave you, you were thinking he thought you are pathetic. you don't know what to think now.

it's like you're being controlled by someone else when you kneel beside him. your gentle hands pull his face to your shoulder just like he did minutes ago. you stroke his hair, nails scratching on his neck to give him a little peace. he holds onto you. you hold him back.

"i'm sorry." you say. "i'm so sorry, aemond."

"stop it." he says, finding his voice. "you are not guilty of my feelings."

"i wish i'd known before." you whisper. "i never meant to hurt you."

"don't- please don't run away from me." he pleads. "you don't have to see my face ever again but- i can't lose you."

you kiss his hairline just because it feels right. he feels right at that moment, your legs are numb on his doorstep and your fingers are quick to ease his worries.

"you're not losing me." you say. "i promise i won't leave."

aemond has never begged for anything in his life. wishing is different but begging would make him feel like a desperate man. he's too proud for it. he loses all his pride at your feet.

you cup his cheeks, looking at him through wet lashes. "it's not okay." you say. "it's not."

"i know you'll never feel the same for me." he says, words feel like poison on his lips. "and it's okay."

"there's nothing we can do." he replies. "you can't force yourself to love someone else."

you give him a broken smile. your finger draws a star on his cheek. "can we get inside?" you ask. "i think we need to talk about it properly and- we both need time."

"i don't want you to pity me." aemond says. "you don't have to do this."

"this is not pitying." you say. "i was going to the wrong direction before but- if you give me some time i can find my way."

even the hope of it makes him lightheaded. you are willing to talk about everything honestly with him, trying to give both of you a chance to be happy. you don't want to lose him, not when he feels so right in your arms. not when he holds you like he's protecting you from everything.

when you stand up to walk into the apartment, aemond holds your hand. you squeeze his fingers.

[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

HmM!! 😤 These Dom Nick hcs are lighting a fire under me!!! (ง'̀u'́)ง i wanna pamper him SO badly in whatever AU! Im not sure whose the weakest, maybe hybrid nick bc he's lonely or soft but my MCs gonna take the whole day to spoil him rotten, if he so much as tries to lift a finger she's kissing him and lowering it back down. Itll be a random day of the week, no birthday no holiday, just a full breakfast spread, then the most expensive home spa day evah! (While ignoring his questions of 'why?' Why not huh??)

The best bath bombs and scrubs, face masks, shampooing his hair gently, mani and pedi, some cold champagne and some ice to cool him down, since he'll be in the bath so long, but then definitely a deep tissue full body massage (and/or preening if he's hybrid nick) with his favorite show playing a marathon, with more snacks, before his favorite dinner of course.

lots of kisses and the tenderest 'I love you's' but he absolutely cannot do anything in return, i might even spoonfeed him everything from breakfast to dessert,

After the massage and the preening, its time to make him messy again 😔 gotta eat him out, suck him, and ride him gently til he cums idc how many times, before cleaning him up all over again

I want him to turn to jelly, I'll check off every self-care/sub bucketlist item he has, he's my MCs perfect little doll for the day. Will he squirm? beg? Melt into a puddle? My MC doesnt know but her goal is to turn a professional dom into a spoiled pillow princess like Jean who doesn't know wat 'unloved' even is (<- mc nor OP knows wat bdsm or professional sex work entails really, but got a spa day as a birthday gift once and couldve sworn they were princess diana)

(And pls know between the two of u who know bdsm im taking notes with focuS so thank u)

And there will be smugness once he finally falls asleep, my mc is the evillest and most domness boss! this is probably wat it means to be King of the doms maybe! Take that mr "professional!" Hope ur skin is smooth and ur hair/feathers are shinier than its ever been, i hope the dreams r pleasant with Imported Lavender infused pillows! Thats right, its expenSive! For NO reason. There are No take backs or exchanges either, only store credit buddy

>:3c Consider that a warning for the both of yous for givin my brain these zoomies!

🖤 nonny

We are shaking hands and making out sloppy style over pampering Nick right now, oh my god dude

Especially if it's hybrid Nick, like, he's so used to having to be strong and independent and being thrown out when he wasn't being dommy enough that this shit might just kill him. He's such an eepy boy too. My guy gets migraines whenever the weather changes so he's just used to pushing through that pain and tiredness you get after it leaves

But you? Pampering him? Not allowing him to move and making him take the rest he deserves? It's his dream come true, there's nothing fucking better than this for him. Now, he will try to fight you on it at first, but just cup his head in your hands and tell him how much you love him and want to take care of him and he'll slip right into his sub space

He doesn't like surprises, at all, even the good ones, so please tell him about all of this in advance. He plans out his weeks and if he finds out about a change in his schedule less than 48 hours in advance he's going to have a shutdown

God this whole thing is so good, I love pampering pieces like this. Your mind dude, I am kissing it directly on it's cute little wrinkles