#“Jeez you need a hug and a blanket”

[giantmonstermash]

"Humanity", she thought, sitting in the hangers and watching a hazy whorl of grey dance around her fingers, a strange chittering buzz following with its motions in her mind, "is a funny thing."

What marked someone as a person? She wasn't some Anthro-Chauvinist, beating their chest about the greatness of mankind: The last time they had any say, the Deimos Incident happened, and everyone knew how that turned out.

The Union, drove to its knees. The First Contact Accords. And N.H.P.s came into the world, howling, thrashing, overpowering in their wonder and terrifying in their splendor.

She hummed softly, watching the comparatively miniscule Greywash swarm land across her hand, giggling and marveling as they settled into a silvery coat across her hand in a strangely ticklish wave.

Non-Human Persons: Paracausal beings that could only safely interact with humanity as a whole when caged, shackled, and pared down in Caskets. Almost literal godsends for any sort of computational work, solving problems that would take a human millennia to process and input.

"And yet, just so they can interact and be, their shackling needs renewed every few weeks and cycled every few years, so they can properly understand us."

She tilted her head, looking at the settled Greywash on her arm, and felt for the connection that was ever-present at the back of her mind.

"And if it weren't for all that mess, I wouldn't have you, wouldn't I, love?"

A presence distinctly behind her, one that she'd grown so used to, so connected to that the thought of anything severing that bond made her very soul ache, rumbled like distant thunder in her mind, and a rush of "-WarmthEmbraceAcceptanceAgreementLoveYouToo-" parsed through her in a tide that left her almost breathless.

She was so young when she heard about them: Beings that had to chain themselves down, carve themselves to fit, just to communicate with humanity. She couldn't help but think of how lonely they must've felt, at the time: How much making themselves fit had to hurt. Then again, "She" had thought herself a "He", at the time.

And then, he became she, and she wanted to fit, too: To stop feeling like a square peg, crushed and ground into a round hole until her sides bled and she choked and wanted to scream-

The presence curled around her mind in moments, like a hurricane coiling around its eye: There, overwhelmingly present, and yet every bit as gentle as a summer breeze, a white-noise murmuring of "-SafeHappyWe'reHereShapeIsBetterNow-" filling her as she finally remembered to breathe, RA Take It All-

In Four, Out Eight.

In Four... Out Eight. Ragged breaths slowly smoothed out, and she felt herself start to relax. "I-I'm fine now, love. Thank you."

The hurricane chirred in her mind, curled around her still, just like the grey tendrils that had coiled around her when-

"Oh." She looked, staring up into a single, softly glowing lavender eye that gazed down curiously, one car-sized hand cradling her while millions of Greywash drones held her tightly, anchoring her there and pressing close in an imitation of an embrace.

... And then, she'd found Them. Rather, They had found her: Offered to help, with all the innocent whimsy of someone seeing a turtle on its back, before flipping it over.

They'd only needed moments to hijack and print out a way to reach her, and then...

All was silent and calm.

She fell, and fell, and fell, into a blooming sea of a million-billion minds. As one, they looked. As one, they spoke. As one, they acted.

"WELCOME HOME, O ERRANT DAUGHTER."

And they were her, and she was the sea, and the sea was Acceptance, Warmth, and Love.

And all was silent and calm.

When she woke up from... that, she could feel herself settling in ways she'd barely recognized, like a machine freshly repaired by loving hands, every part cleaned, oiled, and finally fitting right...

And she gawped.

Something... buzzed, in her mind: A shard of the sea, gleaming, vibrant, loving and there. "-NewBrightHappyWhoAmI?"

She'd sat, all but struck mute, for a good long while. They'd left a fragment of themselves with her: Fledgling, strange, and curious about everything. There were many moments as her body finally, well and truly began to fit where she'd had to push down bubbling waves of laughter at their more strange questions, choke back tears at their more tragic ones, and watched them become.

To say that their growth had been exponential when they'd found any forms of data was an understatement: Information was analyzed, categorized, and compiled in moments.

Of course, she hadn't been slow on the uptake, either: Not to the (frankly) insane degree as her new partner, but she'd directed her efforts... elsewhere.

She stood, the Greywash floating apart and parting around her like water around a stone, and raised her hands. The cockpit of her mech, her Balor, bloomed open, and the swarm of nanites drew her in. Her partner had learned everything immaterial that they could. She'd learned to pilot: To make a mech dance, to clamp onto an enemy, hold together against a storm of lead, reach through data, and drag systems to a screeching, screaming halt.

Anyone else would have been eviscerated by the Greywash of her mech: Their very molecules ripped apart to feed and fuel the Grey'.

She was not Anybody Else: She was Kassandra Kal'lai, and this was her Balor: Her swarm.

The aperture closed quietly behind her, and she sighed as she finally felt comfortable again, cradled in the heart of her mech as the Greywash folded and pressed itself around her. She curled herself into the seat and pressed her head to the back of her seat, listening to the soft thrum of the machine's reactor: The resting heartbeat of a half-awake colossus, humming a sleepy lullaby to her.

She sighed, closed her eyes, and fell.

"Goodnight, love."

And the silver sea embraced her, once again. "-GoodnightSleepTightDon'tLetTheEgregoreBite.-"

And all was silent and calm.

#Lancer RPG #Because sometimes a family #Is a trans hacker with anxiety #her curious-about-everything NHP partner #and the billions of nanomachines they have #Girl straight gazed into the Abyss #and the Abyss said #“Jeez you need a hug and a blanket” #and gave her some #NANOMACHINES~☆ #Because nothing solves problems like Grey Goo. #Transfem #and also coincidentally #transhumanism #I like the idea #of a caring Cascading NHP #Because sometimes #humans are nice to bugs #so why wouldn't something that sees humans as comparative insects #potentially #choose to be nice?

[jaywonjuice]

hello, welcome and i hope you like it here! ♡

can i request jungwon teasing his older gf by calling her "noona" to fluster her??? it's such a cute concept and i don't think anyone's done it yet :(( thank you !!

ok but !! i feel like jungwon would totally do this - if he ever has an older girlfriend he one hundred percent calls her noona every time without exception, even if she’s not quite a whole year older than him ! he’s always so polite all the time so i think it’d honestly just come naturally to him ..’) tysm for this request i hope u like how it turned out ! <33

📄🖇️ reaction to him calling you noona ~ y.jw

pairing yang jungwon x older female reader

genre fluff, fluff, and more fluff !! drabble

warnings sfw intimacy

wc 476

leaning back into your headboard, you wished more than anything that you didn’t have places to be today. you looked down at the sweet-looking boy who lay with his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, head resting on your stomach with closed eyes. you let out a small sigh. what you wanted was to stay just like this, in bed, cuddled up with him for the rest of the day. you ran your fingers through his soft hair gently, and the boy’s eyes fluttered open.

‘is something wrong?’ he mumbled into the blanket sleepily, taking in your troubled features.

‘i’ve got to go won,’ you admitted. ‘i said to jake i’d meet him for coffee this morning, and i promised i wouldn’t flake on him this time.’

he groaned, shaking his head emphatically. ‘no, you’re staying here with me today. i need you more than jake does,’ his grip around your middle tightened. ‘’m not letting you go, sorry. no can do.’

you smiled ruefully. you knew he wasn’t going to make this easy for you. ‘won, i wish i could just stay here with you but i really do have to go,’ you said, attempting to gently slide his arm out from underneath you so you could sit up.

‘please stay noona. just ten more minutes?’

you froze, feeling the effect of the name he’d just called you taking hold instantly, your cheeks reddening. ‘i- jeez won, you’re literally making me sound so old, don’t, call me that,’ you stumbled over your words a little, still rather taken aback by what just happened. he was grinning up at you mischievously now, seeing how embarrassed you’d suddenly gotten.

‘why? it’s true though, isn’t it? you’re my noona,’ he gave your midriff a playful squeeze as he hugged you tighter still. your blush depended.

‘i’m only like a year older than you won you don’t get to call me that,’ you mumbled quietly, avoiding his eyes. he, on the other hand, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying his newfound ability to make you squirm.

‘you know who doesn’t get to call you noona? jake.’ he kept on teasing you. ‘you’re mine, noona,’

you hid your burning face from him by burying it in a pillow. ‘oh my god jungwon if you don’t cut it out right now, then…’ your muffled voice was only just about audible behind the cushion. ‘then i’m not calling you won anymore. you got that, Mr. Yang Jungwon? it’s gonna be full names only.’

jungwon pouted up at you sulkily. ‘meanie,’ he shot half-heartedly. ‘okay okay, fine n-,’ he caught himself just in time. ‘fine,’ he said, flashing you a cheeky smile, before adding ‘just stay ten more minutes though, please,’ he rested his head back down on your chest.

‘okay wonnie, for you.’ you replied, wrapping your arms around him and hugged him close.

pls don’t hesitate to send me requests ! i love writing these sm ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

©jaywonjuice | do not copy or re-upload my work on any platform

#enhypen #enha #enha fluff #enha x reader #enhypen reactions #enha drabble #enha scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enha imagines #enhypen imagines #enhypen drabbles #yang jungwon #enha jungwon #enhypen soft hours #enhypen soft thoughts #enha soft thoughts #enha soft hours #jungwon fluff #enhypen jungwon #astrid answers ☆

[youkissedareaderinthedark]

Under the Weather

Synopsis: You’re sick. George’s sick. Someone else is probably going to get sick. It’s an interesting last race in Abu Dhabi

young female driver reader x 2023 F1 grid

A/N: this fic is pretty vague so i’m not going to give the reader a team or teammate, we just know that she’s a driver on the grid because that’s all we really need to know

. so

. you think you caught it in vegas

. it was colder than you were used to

. you barely got any sleep

. and even though you’re around hundreds of people every race weekend, las vegas felt more packed than a normal race would be

. and you were seated next to george, who’s been feeling sick for a few days at that point, for nearly all pre-race activities

. it was probably all of these combined that gave you a sore throat, stuffy nose, pounding headache, and persistent cough

. you knew the second you woke up thursday morning

. “it’s going to be a shitty weekend”

. the grid, however, did not know until thursday afternoon

. you came into the press conference room, bundled up in a long sleeve and hoodie, nose red with a scratchy voice

. you sit beside an amused lewis, resisting all urges to lay your head against the back of the couch and drift off

. “you okay y/n?”

. the only response he gets is a groan and small shake of the head

. “i’ll get you some tea when we’re done here love, you’ll be okay”

. lewis, who was always your favorite but now has new reasons to be favored, lets you rest your head against his shoulder and close your eyes while you all wait for the conference to begin

. word spreads by the end of the media day, and suddenly you have new reactions from the grid

. daniel walks through the paddock with you, never afraid of a little cough

. “lewis tells me you’ve been on your death bed over here. anything I can do?”

. he insist on giving you a hug and the recipe for chicken soup that he learned from his mum and now swears by

. max, who is afraid of a little cough, is the one who makes sure you’re not being harassed when trying to sleep

" max? who’s under the blanket-”

. “shush. she’s trying to sleep”

. “but who’s-”

. “I said shush”

. lando, a man who’s all too familiar with being clumsy, probably saves you a million times from walking into doorways, a drowsiness affect from the fever you keep insisting you don’t have

. he’ll keep a constant eye on you and hand on your shoulder as a precaution

. “let’s not go over there, that’s a wall”

. “y/n!”

. “mhm?” you’d say, eyes half closed with tiredness

. “that’s a door love, jeez, we should put a bell on you”

. carlos and charles, drivers who’ve had loads of experience taking care of sick younger siblings, make a team effort of ensuring you’re doing your best to get better

. “did you drink the water bottle I gave you?”

. “no”

. “did you drink anything today?”

. “no”

. “oh mon dieu you’re going to kill yourself like this”

. “just try to eat this okay? i know you’re not hungry amiga, but we have a race tomorrow, you need to eat something”

. “i got you more medicine, this one says it should take care of the cough and sneeze so you won’t have to worry about it during the race”

. and then there’s george, your sick partner in crime

. you two make a habit of trapping yourselves in one of your driver’s room

. half to prevent the sickness from spreading further, half to just be left alone

. you guys complain a lot

. take turns choosing movies to watch to pass the time

. reminding the other to take medicine, even though there’s a good chance that person probably hasn’t taken any medicine either

. and passing a bag of cough drops between each other

. as a teammate and friend, lewis tries to talk you two out of racing

. but neither budge

. you get into your car, nose still red and voice still scratchy

. and power through the race, just as you’d been taught to do

. george gets a podium and you get a good points finish, the best results you could’ve asked for considering the conditions

. and stumble out of your car once more, looking for a tissue and that chicken soup recipe

. you get checked on by multiple drivers, though the only response you’re able to give is a nod and thumbs up

. lewis accompanies you on your flight back home, and tries to help as much as you let him

. he feels a bit victorious when you say you wished you’d listen to him and not raced

. but the feeling is instantly replaced with sympathy for his friend, so he just nods and tells you to get some more rest

. after making sure you’re safe at home and surrounded by family and friends that swear on their hearts to take care of you, lewis leaves with congratulations on your season finish and wishes to get better

. you’re fine within a few days, you name the cause of your sickness “end of season fatiague” and ensure the drivers you made a full recovery by wednesday night

. so yeah

. it’s not fun at all to drive while you’re sick

. but it’s a bit easier when you have your friends looking out for you

short little f1 grid sick fic. let’s hope I didn’t just manifest myself a cold

#reader insert #formula 1 #driver reader #f1 grid x reader #formula 1 driver imagines #platonic f1 grid #f1 2023 grid x y/n #f1 imagine #female driver reader #sicfic #sick reader #no graphic sick symptoms #just common cold type stuff #reader x f1 driver #f1 x you #female f1 driver

[soapyghostie]

Hello!! Can you write any of the dbd killers (and The Doctor) with a reader who comes back severely drugged after a trial with The Clown? How would they react?

Ayyyyy! Another request, that’s been sitting in my inbox since forever, is done! Slowly, but surely getting back into writing. This is my first time writing for Evan and Frank. Hope y'all enjoy.

The Trapper/Evan MacMillan

When Evan sees you stumbling and disoriented, Evan’s eyes widen in immediate concern. He can feel his heart pounding as he rushes to your side, a surge of worry overtaking his typically stoic demeanor. He even feels fear coursing through him as he begs you to tell him what happened as he takes your hands in his shaking ones to try and stabilize you. 

When you finally tell him about your trial with The Clown, a deep-seated rage builds within Evan. His face is contorted with a mixture of worry and rage as he imagines the sadistic torment The Clown put you through. He grabs his weapon and grips it tightly with a burning desire for revenge. You’ll have to calm him down and convince him to stay with you; if not, he’ll storm off to teach The Clown a lesson. However, you do end up convincing him to stay, although he makes a mental note to have a ‘friendly’ conversation with The Clown later. 

Evan’s large hands, usually accustomed to handling large and dangerous tools, shake as he tends to your wounds. He does his best to be gentle as he’s not used to patching up wounds, normally being the cause of them. His usually stern expression softens as his heartaches at the sight of your suffering, revealing a side that only emerges in the face of genuine concern for you. Enjoy it while you can because he rarely shows this side of himself to anyone, even to you. 

Evan then wraps his arms around you in a silent comforting hug. Y’all stay there for many minutes remaining silent and steadfast as you recover. Evan’s eyes blaze with determination, silently promising that The Clown will pay for the anguish inflicted upon you.

The Legion/Frank Morrison

When you come stumbling into Ormond after your trial, Frank freezes in shock as he witnesses your disoriented state, his usually charismatic and cocky demeanor replaced with genuine concern. He rushes to your side and throws your arm over his shoulder to support you the rest of the way to the resort. Once inside, he’ll sit you down on one of the worn out and torn couches making sure you're comfortable before sitting down next to you. 

Frank will aggressively try to get you to talk to him about what happened. I advise you not to take it personally when it comes to Frank’s aggressiveness. This is just his way of showing he cares about you and he doesn’t know how to express himself in any other way so give him some slack. Jeez y’all. (Just kidding) Anyway, when you tell him about your trial with The Clown, a spark of fury ignites in Frank as he contemplates the sadistic acts committed towards you by The Clown. His worried expression twists into a snarl, a clear sign of revenge plotting against The Clown. However, Frank (for once) actually doesn’t give in to his impulses, due to your pleas, and stays to take care of you. He’ll get his gang together and plot a revenge plan on The Clown later while you're resting. No one hurts you and gets away with it. 

Despite his constant tough exterior, you can feel Frank’s hands shake as he patches up your wounds. He’s uncharacteristically tender, his eyes betraying a depth of emotion not often seen by him. Also, he’s at your beck and call. Whatever you need Frank will get it for you. Icepack? Food? A blanket? Frank is on it. 

Frank being the overprotective boyfriend he is will remain constantly by your side while you are recovering. Hey, you never know who could come and harm you? Anyway, Frank will hold you in his embrace as long as you will allow him too, whispering reassurances while also promising safety and vengeance, ensuring that The Clown’s actions toward you will not go unpunished.

The Doctor/Herman Carter

At first Herman doesn’t recognize your state as he is too absorbed into his work, although he does greet you, hearing you stumble into his office. However, when you don’t reciprocate a greeting of your own is when Herman looks up from his work. At that moment, his clinical gaze shifts immediately to genuine concern as he takes in your disoriented state. Worry flashes across Herman’s face as he assesses the situation as he springs out of his chair to your side, guiding you to a bed to lay down on. 

When you tell Herman what happened during your trial with The Clown, his mind starts racing with analytical anger as he contemplates the sadistic experiments that you told him that The Clown inflicted on you. However, in your drugged state and inability to read your partner’s emotions, you can’t tell what kind of emotions Herman is feeling due to him keeping that professional facade he always has. Although, if you look closely enough, you will see the determination burn brightly in his eyes to avenge you. 

Surprising even himself, Herman administers caring for you with precision, his usually clinical movement now laced with genuine empathy. He patches you up no problem with little to no error. Once you are all patched up, he suggests for you to get rest as your body won't be able to heal itself properly without it. 

Herman remains as a steadfast presence, checking in on you once and awhile. If you need or want anything, he’ll get it for you. As he helps you recover, a burning desire to slow and painfully torture The Clown gives way into his mind. Maybe once you are 100% again he’ll teach that fat fuck a lesson or two.

#dead by deadlight #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #the trapper #evan macmillan #evan macmillan x reader #the trapper x reader #dbd legion #the legion #frank morrison #frank morrison x reader #the legion x reader #the doctor #herman carter x reader #herman carter #the doctor x reader #sophi ghostie writes

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Hey, a while back you did a bunch of Genshingirls walking in on their S/O with a body pillow of them. Why don’t we flip the script this time? S/O walks in to see the girls (or guys!) with a body pillow of *them*!

One character I do ask for is Bernadetta.

(Genshin Impact/FE3H) Furina, Ayaka, Yae, Shenhe, Kokomi, Bernadetta, Edelgard, and Marianne with a body pillow of their S/O

The implications of someone making a body pillow of yourself is both hilarious and terrifying.

Furina's eyes go wide once the door opens, leading her to rush something underneath the blanket seeing her S/O.

(S/O) "Hey, I'm ba-...Furina?"

She has her usual smug expression as she dramatically blew a kiss to them.

(Furina) "Ah, welcome back dear! I must say you are home far earlier than I expected!"

(S/O) "Is everything alright? You're sweating a lot."

(Furina) "Ah? This? I just summoned one of my little friends to cool me off is all!"

(S/O) "On our bed?"

...

S/O walked over to them and immediately put their hand on her forehead, stunning her for a moment.

(S/O) "Your face is burning hot! Jeez, no wonder you needed them. Let's get you a change of clothes-"

(Furina) "W-WAIT!"

S/O ripped off the blanket and saw themselves on a pillow, forcing them to make sure they weren't going insane.

Furina for her part was doing her best impression of a tomato, with her two fingers awkwardly tapping the blanket and doing everything in her power to not look them in the eyes.

(S/O) "Why do you...H-How...?!"

(Furina) "L-LISTEN! YOU WEREN'T HOME AND..."

Furina began pouting as she put the blanket up to her face, probably about to explode from embarassment.

S/O was flattered at least, but...who even gave this to her?

(S/O) "Where have you been hiding this whenever I have been home?"

(Furina) "...Closet."

Her muffled voice responded.

Ayaka felt that having a body pillow of her S/O felt so...strange.

It was so weird, who even has this kind of thing of their significant other?!

But...it was not too dissimilar from keeping a picture of them, so maybe....?

Ayaka hides the pillow from everyone, and not a single soul besides her knows about it.

Whenever she was missing them, Ayaka would hold onto the pillow, counting the days until S/O could return.

...Until her door slid open.

(S/O) "Surprise! I'm here early-"

Ayaka's absolutely mortified expression speaks for itself as its inches away from a picture of S/O, pasted onto the pillow.

The two said nothing as they kept unblinking eye contact.

(Ayaka) "...Please don't tell anyone about this."

Yae commissioned an artist that she knows to put S/O onto a pillow.

There was something similar going on with Ei, which gave her this idea to begin with.

Yae put the pillow right smack in the middle of the bedroom and waited for S/O's arrival that night.

She could already imagine their reaction, but why imagine it when you can just see it?

Finally, Yae could hear the door creak open, and her smirk increased tenfold.

(S/O) "Yae, I'm home. Hm, what's that on-"

Yae bursts out laughing when S/O pauses and their face scrunches up upon seeing themselves.

Wiping away a tear from her eye, she greets S/O.

(Yae) "Is something the matter, I thought you'd appreciate me always thinking of you."

(S/O) "Why is it so well drawn?"

(Yae) "I paid someone a substantial amount of Mora to get your likeliness down well, little one.~"

She starts laughing again seeing their exasperated sighing.

Shenhe was gifted a body pillow of S/O, strangely enough by Cloud Retainer.

(Cloud Retainer) "One believes that you would appreciate a reminder of your loved one in physical form. At least, that is what the Traveler has spoken."

And Shenhe not really knowing how ANY human interaction works, took it at face value as well.

After all, Shenhe does feel that strange longing in her heart for S/O, there was at least this nice picture of them to keep her satisfied until now.

S/O eventually comes home to find Shenhe hugging the pillow of themselves in the living room, making them do a double take.

(S/O) "...Shenhe?"

(Shenhe) "S/O. It's good to see you again."

Her eyes slightly narrow.

(Shenhe) "Is something wrong? Your expression is changed."

(S/O) "Is...that a pillow of myself?"

(Shenhe) "Yes. It was a gift from master."

S/O noticed how tightly Shenhe was holding onto the pillow, before they came in, and she proceeded to hug them just as tight.

(Shenhe) "It brings...some comfort when you are not here."

S/O sighed, but gave her a smile.

(S/O) "That's touching...in a weird way."

(Shenhe) "How is a pillow of you weird?"

(S/O) "Hoo boy..."

Kokomi's body pillow of S/O: +1000 Energy

It embarrasses her to no end that the pillow actually boosts her energy.

But if she couldn't cuddle with her S/O, then there was the next best thing!

At least, that was the plan until the real one walked into her hideaway.

(S/O) "Kokomi, I brought some sna-"

She was so tired that she didn't even notice them.

Kokomi has a soft smile, hugging the pillow of them tightly as her shoulders relaxed.

S/O walked up to Kokomi, unsure to call her name again or tap her in the shoulder.

Both would equally startle her, considering.

They would have to do neither, as Kokomi opened her eyes and saw them standing in front of her.

(Kokomi) "AAAGH?! S-S/O?!"

She quickly tried to hide the body pillow behind her before giving up and sighing.

(Kokomi) "I'm...s-sorry."

S/O gave her a smile before hugging her, letting her relax into their embrace.

All the while, respectfully not looking at themselves.

(S/O) "...How long have you had that pillow, Kokomi?"

(Kokomi) "Please don't tease me about that, dear."

Okay, even Bernadetta could admit that having a pillow of her boyfriend/girlfriend was weird.

But...it brought her comfort, and no one really entered her room anyway, so who cares?

It's not like anyone was gonna see it.

She holds onto the pillow like a lifeline, sighing in content.

(Bernadetta) "Oh, Pillow S/O, thank you for bringing me comfort in my times of need..."

(S/O) "...I don't do that?"

(Bernadetta) "Of course you do! Like nothing el-"

She realized that it spoke up, and slowly turned behind her.

(S/O) "...H-Hi."

Bernadetta was completely frozen in place, eyes widened in absolute terror.

(S/O) "Please tell me you didn't get Ignatz to draw that for you-"

(Bernadetta) "I-IT WAS A GIFT, I SWEAR!"

(S/O) "I'm...not sure that's any better, sweetie..."

It was absolutely disgraceful to Edelgard to have a pillow of her S/O!

The Emperor of Adrestia needs to have more tact than...whatever the hell this was.

But at the same time...she didn't have the heart to throw it away.

She instead keeps it, but WELL out of sight of anyone that could find it.

Honestly, Edelgard would rather a thief find her gold than this pillow.

Unfortunately for her, someone worse found it.

(S/O) "Edelgard, is my clothes in the closet? I can't seem to find my jacket."

(Edelgard) "Hm? Oh yes, it should be-"

Her eyes shoot wide open as she quickly spins around, and rushes to the closet door.

She slammed it shut, giving S/O a panicked look.

(S/O) "WOAH! W-What's gotten int-"

(Edelgard) "B-BY THE EMPEROR'S DECREE, I FORBID YOU FROM OPENING THAT DOOR!"

As if on cue, the door instead fell over to the side from Edelgard's strength, and out flopped the body pillow of S/O onto the ground.

(S/O) "..."

(Edelgard) "..."

Marianne truthfully didn't even want this body pillow.

It was gifted to her by Raphael, and she couldn't say no.

The picture portraying S/O was tasteful and quite well drawn, but who keeps a picture of someone they love on a pillow?

It just felt extremely awkward, and Marianne did not want to deal with it.

She was in her room with Hilda, not sure what to do.

(Hilda) "Wow, okay that's kinda creepy. But sweet too, in a weird way!"

(Marianne) "I suppose, but it seems rude to throw it away if it's so well crafted."

(Hilda) "Iunno. Maybe hang it on a wall? It is a picture after all!"

The door to her bedroom opened, and both of them saw S/O enter.

(S/O) "Hey Mari-...Oh, Hilda! What are you doing in here?"

(Hilda) "Heya. Just trying to figure out what to do with this gift."

(S/O) "What gi-....Oh."

All three of them stared at the picture, unsure what to do.

(S/O) "Um...did you?-"

(Marianne) "I did not make this..."

(S/O) "O-Okay good..."

(Hilda) "Well whatever you guys decide to do, just don't let Claude se it!"

Marianne and S/O gave each other an awkward glance, putting it gently into their closet and deciding it'd be best to figure that out later.

They forgot about it, and Marianne gets jumpscared by the pillow of S/O sometimes.

A/N: OH MY GOOOOD IT'S SO NOSTALGIC WRITING FOR 3H AGAIN

#genshin impact x reader #fire emblem three houses x reader #furina x reader #ayaka kamisato x reader #yae miko x reader #shenhe x reader #kokomi x reader #bernadetta x reader #edelgard x reader #marianne von edmund x reader #furina genshin impact #ayaka kamisato #yae miko #shenhe genshin impact #kokomi sangonomiya #bernadetta von varley #edelgard von hresvelg #marianne von edmund #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #fire emblem three houses imagines #fire emblem three houses headcanons

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part four

Version 1: False Positive

Steve stared at himself in the mirror, staring at his stomach. He rubbed his hands over his belly, looking at it mournfully. Eddie was snoring peacefully on his bed when something caused him to jerk awake suddenly. He blinked sleepily at his boyfriend.

"What are you doing?" Eddie asked.

"Eddie, do you think I'm fat?" Steve asked.

Eddie sighed, sat up, and rubbed his eyes. He grabbed the little calendar off the bedside table.

"Nope! It doesn't appear we have a fight scheduled for this morning," Eddie said cheerfully.

"Eddie, come on, be serious," Steve said.

"You know I think you're beautiful. No, you're not fat. You have fat, but you are not fat," Eddie said.

"Okay, so do I have a whole lot of fat?" He asked.

"No, baby, you have the perfect amount of fat," Eddie said and dropped the blanket.

Steve smiled, blushing. It still made him blush and giggle every single time that he saw his boyfriend naked.

"So, you don't think I need to lose a few?" Steve said.

"Okay, baby, what's this about?" Eddie asked, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"I just need to do something," Steve said.

"Honey," Eddie said. "Are you really this upset that you can't get pregnant?"

"Don't laugh," Steve said.

"I would never, but I think I have a solution," Eddie said. "Your parents never allowed you to have an animal in the house, and we both like cats. The house now belongs to you, so how about we go down to the shelter today and rescue a cat?"

"Let's do it," Steve grinned.

"We can take Dustin along, and he can help pick out his baby brother or sister," Eddie said. "We can make it a family outing."

"You still projecting on Dustin?" Steve asked.

"Of course, why?" Eddie asked.

"Just making a note that you're just as upset as I am," Steve replied.

Eddie laughed and kissed him. He brushed his hair against Steve’s face, tickling his cheek. Steve laughed, getting a whiff of Eddie's shampoo that he used last night. They got dressed and called Dustin. His mom had gone to work early, so he hadn't had breakfast yet. On the way to Dustin's, they picked up breakfast and ate it in the back of Eddie's van with the doors wide open.

"So, why did you guys need me with you today?" Dustin asked as they wandered through the shelter.

"You should be here when we pick out your younger brother or sister," Eddie replied.

"Jeeze, no wonder you get along so well with my mom. You're both crazy cat ladies," Dustin replied.

"Rude. . .Gasp, Steve, look at this kitten! Aww, she only has one ear!" Eddie exclaimed. "Gasp! Steve, she has your eyes."

"Eddie, she's a cat," Steve said.

"And she has my hair," Eddie said.

"She's not related to us at all," he told his boyfriend.

"You know what? I can totally see it," Dustin said.

"What are you doing?" Steve hissed.

"He's a crazy cat lady who bought us breakfast this morning," Dustin said. "I'm siding with him."

Eddie was given the kitten by the volunteer and cuddled her to his chest. Suddenly, Steve could see it now. Steve smiled and cooed at the kitten in Eddie's arms. The kitten sniffed Eddie's hair, gagged, and threw up on Eddie's shirt.

"Stevie. . .I don't think she likes my new shampoo," Eddie pouted.

Version 2: Baby Bat

"So, you don't think that I need to lose a few?" Steve asked.

"Okay, baby, what's this about?" Eddie asked, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"I think that I'm starting to show," Steve said biting his lip.

"You're kidding," Eddie said with wide eyes and dropped to his knees. "Oh, there it is. A perfect little bump. Hi, Bumpy."

"Bumpy Munson? Yeah, I don't think so," Steve scoffed.

"Well, obviously, it's not going to be their actual name, but we need to call them something other than 'hey, you!" Eddie said. "Wait, the kid is going to take my name?"

"Of course," Steve said softly. "I love you."

"I love you too and our little bump," Eddie said, kissing his stomach.

He pressed his cheek against his stomach as he hugged Steve’s waist. Steve sighed and dragged his fingers through Eddie's hair.

"You know. . .while you're down there, maybe you can show me just how much you love me?" Steve asked coyly.

"Oh, I like the way you think, big boy," Eddie purred.

Of course, that's when Steve caught a whiff of Eddie's new shampoo, and his stomach churned.

"Oh. I don't think Bumpy likes the new shampoo," Steve said.

He pushed Eddie away and rushed to the bathroom. He emptied the contests as he kneeled over the toilet. Steve heard the sound of a cabinet door opening and a hand pressed to his back. Once he was done, Steve turned to find his boyfriend wearing a shower cap, and he laughed.

"God, I love you," Steve said.

"I do plan on rewashing my hair, sweetheart, so you might want to hurry and brush your teeth," Eddie said softly.

Steve quickly brushed his teeth and then turned to Eddie.

"I know I was geared up for it, but can we just lay naked in bed today without -" Steve trailed off.

"Sweetheart, you and that little bump are more important than sex. I love doing anything with you, especially if it's naked cuddling," Eddie said. "It's about as close as I can get without actually crawling inside of you."

"Did I mention that I love you?" Steve asked.

"Once or twice today, but it's always nice to hear," Eddie said. "Now, get. Go on, get."

Steve laughed and went to the bedroom, where he slipped under the covers. Eddie came back with his hair in a towel and laid down on the bed next to him. Steve curled up against his chest.

"I know you wanted to go to the park today. I know how much you like scaring the conservatives, but I just always feel so gross after throwing up," Steve said.

"It's alright, sweetheart. I've got you," Eddie said softly, trailing his fingernails up and down Steve’s naked back.

"This is nice," Steve whispered.

Eddie kissed his forehead, opened his mouth, and began to sing.

Part Five

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction

[onelocket]

eyes on the board, milaya Fyodor D. x reader

prompting guide -- Suddenly, your vision comes to reality when you could only see him smiling at you across the classroom. “Focus.” He words out.

involves -- high school au, not 100% proofread

Afternoon classes were already done and dusted. Your sleepy eyes nagged you the whole last three periods of subjects as you forced yourself to keep it rolling, determined to finish today to just jump right to bed and shove your tired body in a warm blanket.

The mere thought of hugging a soft mattress as it releases said exhaustion away sounded and even felt comforting right now.

Ah, how your mind would love to doze off in a state of dopiness — away from responsibilities, away from life…

So why were you here instead?

“... Jeez..” You sigh, noise hardly distant from an escaping breath. As you tap your fingernails onto your wooden desk, your eyes deny to blink — afraid they'd fall defeat into a slumber in front of class.

Turns out, your little daydream just now was just a daydream.

In reality you still had this last class to sort out — which was mordantly the one you had the least interest in.

But at the same time, how could you skip class? This was the last above all your previous ones today; plus, you weren't going to be sure when your teacher would suddenly say this random lesson will be part of the upcoming exams, so you needed to attend. Even if you were painfully lacking the needed sleep.

“(Name),” The classmate next to your seat suddenly murmured, head turned to you with an on edge smile as if your solemnness affected her greater than it would to you. “If you’re planning to sleep, go ditch class by faking to use the bathroom or something…” she said, clearly irritated.

You let out an inaudible grunt at the displeasing behavior, placing both of your arms on your empty desk. Normally would you have your notebook out, but you were too tired to even write a word in such sheets.

“How does it bother you?” You whisper back, almost equally to even more pissed.

“Because we’re next to each other.” She clicks her tongue to, tapping her pen rather aggressively; yet effortlessly also being able to keep its quiet to avoid the teachers head turning.

And you swore even a simple yawn could get the teacher pointing at the said student. Not even a pen could counter it?

“And?” You nearly snarled, arms crossing each other even pressed against the desk. “It’ll rag attention!” She exclaimed loudly with her leaning to you — which ultimately grabs the class.

“Excuse me?” The teacher was quick to press on, head already turned to the class. “What will ‘rag’ attention, exactly?” They add with a rather rough tone before turning their whole body to the front, making the atmosphere drop.

Not that this teacher is rude, they were just… uncomfortable to see when mad.

“Ah- teacher..” Your classmate gasped out, her grip on the pen tightening as it deemed noticeable in your view.

But before you just sit there dumbfoundedly and admit what you knew she'd blurt to the whole class, you pick up a plan.

Leaning down a little to your desks shelf, you made sure to be slow with your moments as you grab a small purple notebook. Such notebook wasn't for this class — rather one where you draw mindless, silly doodles and write pent up rants to in school. But that won't be a problem.

If she was going to blame you, might as well pack up a lie to reduce twice a scolding in your ears.

With the corner of your eye did you notice your classmate progressively get provoked, practically growling at this point as you blench at the thought. She exclaims as she slaps her hand on the desk, “Teacher, this person beside me was about to fall asleep! In your own class.”

And while it did get you stares, you force your head to stay up and confident as you extend your fingers to let the other page of your notebook fall down, making sure it was on the ‘right’ page. “I have no idea what she’s talking about.”

It was filled with words you were so sure belonged to another topic and another subject, but nobody would know that.

“You— you were literally about to rest your head on your arms.” She says, in disbelief.

And you fight back with a tilt of your head, “I was grabbing this notebook, didn���t you see?”

“…You two, stop fighting.” Your teacher dismissed, a tired sigh trying to ease the stress; although failing as they raise their voice for all to hear, “Did any of you two see (Name) and are able to confirm their claim?” finishing before nodding their head at your classmate. “Or maybe hers.”

Silence suddenly dulled to reek the tension in your classroom. Your other hidden fist on your lap clenches itself as you hold back an annoyed noise, praying your gaze isn’t caught a glare. Even though it deliberately is one.

You didn’t exactly think anyone would vouch for you, nor would you think anyone would back up her claim. So you just sat there irritated, as so did she, her grip on her own pen in at threaten to snap it in half.

Besides, who would even want to stare at you in such hour? This was the last class of today, and everyone must be dying to call it quits and do their own thing just as you want to, right? Neither did you see yourself as one worthy to be the center of attention.

As your mind runs it’s words around with your expression painfully trying to be blank, a student who was sat on the first few rows of the class was looking intently at you.

More than the rest ever cared to.

Strands of his black hair would fall on his face as he makes a subtle tilt, eyes obscure.

They looked as tired as yours, but with how he was such a smart prodigy it’d be unlikely that his look of debility was out of need to sleep as well.

The more he stared at you in such way, the more did students pick up on it. A few swiftly nudged their friends to realize the situation, and without you even knowing, the tension grew heavier.

“Is nobody going to speak?” The teacher slits through the silence like a knife, “Then, with the lack of evidence in you twos contrasting stories- I’ll take the both of you to the office to properly sort this out.” already demanding a situation you loathed to deal with right now — that visible in your eyes the second you hear those words.

But before you nor your classmate could talk to bicker,

“I saw, teacher. (Name) was simply unhurried with their actions.” a heavy Russian accent counters through.

You find your hand slipping away from its contact on your notebook as you mouth out a gasp, eyes blinking their way to look back up at the male you hear speaking.

Though, your shock would fall into one out of relief once seeing who it was.

“Oh. Is that so…” Your teacher formed, seemingly not taken in yet by the affirm. “Mhm.” Your boyfriend — Fyodor, nods to, head turning to your teacher. “I felt something on my back, so I turned my head around to also brush my hair out of the way in case such so was the source of the itchy feeling.”

…What,

“I saw (Name) as I turned, and they were simply grabbing their notebook as she seemed to be talking to them. (Name) wasn't replying to them at all.”

What is he even saying…?

And how did it look so easy? For him to say all those things so suddenly? It's like he planned them out.

The words he explained was clearly, to you, a blatant lie. Yet you found your heart instead captivated at his effort. His voice was so soft and soothing, that accent pretty much grasping your wariness to a trash bin.

Not only did it loop you around — so did it do the same to your other classmates. Though… perhaps in a different way.

You could practically feel the weight of such uncomfortable tension swim back to a lower ground, yet rather than sparkling eyes you could only see looks out of one; or rather many, intimidated.

His voice perhaps did sound a little rougher, however you were unable to pick up on it right away since how long have you wanted to hear his voice since this period started.

But it shouldn’t really be that contrasting to hear him like that. Or perhaps it the unique accent that still threw them off-guard... it's been so long since Dostoevsky got his scholarship to your school, yet its as if their fright wouldn't agree to it.

You almost found yourself special for being the only one so accepting of him without any lie of emotion hidden within.

“Very well..” The teacher says, struggling to hide its reluctance before they cleared their throat; “I’ll still need to talk to you about this manner,” staring at your classmate before turning back to you — “but (Name), there’s no need to join the conversation unless there is something you’d like to be shared. In such case however, it’d be nice to say it now.”

“What the.. why just me?” Your classmate pressed, frustration clear in her face yet stayed sat on her desk. “Dostoevsky here hinted that you initiated the conversation.” The teacher replied, voice stern at her.

“… Please, teacher. There’s little to no reason to be so formal at your student. You call your other students by their first name, aren’t I right?” Fyodor spoke again, tilting his head a little to the teacher.

You see it visibly take the older person off-guard, as if Fyodor was some villain to be locked up to. Was it the voice.. no, you shouldn’t always think about his voice- well, as much as you personally liked hearing it. Was your teacher also still so intimidated?

But still… why react so violently? You couldn’t help but think, the palm of a hand resting on your chin as you watched the conversation, ignoring your angry classmate.

“Why.. well, sorry Fyodor. I'm just extremely stressed.” They make up with, which was honestly horrible. To who falls for that reeks with naivety — Even you knew your boyfriend would laugh at that reply.

But you also knew he wouldn’t show it, remaining polite to the teacher as he simply nodded it out, leaving the classroom quiet again.

As if you thought things were forming into a better shape, that decision made todays period even worse.

You softly grunt, and albeit you were safe from the scolding, you still technically got one right now. Without Fyodor in class, worser things would’ve happened. And your mind didn’t want to comprehend it.

Your eyes narrow as your head came back to the blackboard, your teachers continuation of blabber slowly turning muffled in your ears as you stared at your boyfriend. Though your teacher took quite the awkward approach with continuing the lesson, you had to admit.

Setting aside the thought, your head started to drown in your back and forth questions as you pondered on how to thank Fyodor later. Speaking like that and spewing out a lie so quickly must’ve been so difficult to find reason to actually act on.

It being ‘hard’ wouldn’t really match the description — you’ve seen your lover do and speak many things you knew yourself would never lift a finger to, so now only made you wonder why he did it.

Of course, it could just be out of love for you, but to have Fyodor keen onto a simple motivation as that sounded off. To lie in front of the class without even being sure that it’d work? What if another student was watching you and counterattacked his lie with a fact..

Suddenly, your vision comes to reality when you could only see him looking at you across the classroom.

“Focus.” He words out, his purple eyes boring into yours.

But for some reason, you didn’t find it intimidating. They felt… concerned for you.

No- concerned would be an overstatement. It would be.

Yet you can’t push back the thought of him worried for you either.

You smile at him, head tilting a little to your palm. You reply back with your own mouth forming a silent word, “Sorry.” earning a small smile from him before he turns his head to the board, your head jolting to follow it.

You still failed to actually understand a word of what your teacher meant, but to see your loving boyfriend, Fyodor, all so focused and noting down with such effortless charm kept you glued to the front of the class.

To see Fyodor was all there mostly was to it, who you didn’t share a lot of subject periods with. Even if you had the most valid reason to skip this class, you'd stay just to see his back even if what came with it was… oh, right — thousands of words and whatnot in front of the board you had yet to note down.

“…How annoying.” You grumble quietly, placing your arm down as your other hand held onto your pen, tip aimed at the paper. You lied earlier to get away from punishment, so you now had to act like it. You had to have your eyes on the board,

“Milaya.”

Your body jolts at the sudden call, head immediately tilting up to see the man you love to be in front of you. He was smiling softly with his hands on your desk, an expression you'd melt for over and over again.

“…Um, y-yeah Fyodor?” You reply, a sheepish smile on your face. “I’m sorry. I zoned out a little.”

Before you even knew it, classes were over. Perhaps it was the sudden attack of motivation that made time feel quick, but in the end you were glad all's done.

And luckily did you not have to deal with a trip to the office unlike some unlucky girl.. really, what was her problem?

“Are you that tired?” He sighed out, tapping a finger on your desk. “Class is over. You’re not in charge of cleaning today, correct?”

“Yeah.” You reply, your shamefaced smile turning into a calmer one now.

Actually, since you did think about it, perhaps now would be a good time to thank him. Not like it’d be appropriate to say thank you tomorrow when he clearly helped you out today.

“Actually, Fedya..” So you whisper, hoping nobody heard your nickname for him in wishes not to embarrass him. “May we walk home together today?” You engage to, hoping that time to properly thank him.

“Of course, (Name).” He replied, a finger brushing your hair off your face with that same smile. “Grab your stuff now, we can’t stay in this classroom forever while they clean.”

“Oh- right!” You heaved out, head immediately down to look at your notebook. Quickly did you do as told, practically sliding your bag to your shoulder as you stood up, Fyodor beside you silently.

You didn’t have time to put your notebook inside, so you just held onto it as you two exited the room. He didn’t seem to mind either — although you two end up sharing a hand in hand as you walked the corridors, not that secretive of the relationship, however not so loud about it either.

Simple public display of affections like these in school warmed your heart, and you hoped his did too.

As you two walk with a comforting silence shared, a loud, masculine voice rings through the hallway as sounds of shoes clicked closer and closer to you two. And of course, it’d be nobody else than..

“Ah, Nikolai.” Fyodor greeted with a tiny tilt of his head before tilting it back with a smile. “What brings?”

“Mmhm, hi- I need to borrow you for a second.” Nikolai replied rather excitedly as if holding back his impatience, his larger hands immediately flying up to hold one of your boyfriends.

You take the hint and let go of Fyodor’s hand, to which, you see the same hand twitch in reply, but nonetheless find nothing else to take notice of.

“Oh! Right, (Name)!” Nikolai suddenly says with the surprise evident in his voice, as if he didn’t see you. Well, you knew that’s not exactly what he’d think of, but still.. he’s rather, jumpy about something, isn’t he?

“Y-yes Nikolai?” You reply hurriedly, a smile covering your confusion as you press your notebook closer to your chest.

“May I borrow your lovely boyfriend for a sec? Pretty please?” He scoots closer to you as he spoke, beseech and solicit tones apparent in his voice. You let out a fake, helpless sigh, shrugging a little. “Not my choice to make. It’s his.”

“Aw. You know he barely says no to you.” He sighed with a small pout as if defeated. “My chances are less now..” He sulked out whilst you and Fyodor find each other chuckling, Fyodor talking back however. “Please. If it’s so important that it made you run to us, where’s the room to decline?”

“Aha- I knew that'd get you!” Nikolai applauds to with a galvanizing turn of his head to your lover, a smirk crystal-clear of mischief, but you did not dare to question. Besides, you knew this man for his tease and joke, and you presumed Fyodor did too. Well, they are close after all.

“Come, come; it won't take you long~” The taller boy releases his grip on Fyodor's hand, a calm expression on said guy as if he was used to that cheeky look on Nikolai's face with that gesturing motion to follow him. Fyodor gave a nod to Nikolai as he hummed, however turning his head to you.

“Milaya. If it's about what I did earlier, then don't wait for me. There is no need,” Fyodor tells you, leaning in to press a soft kiss on the edge of your lip.

The second his lips met your skin felt like you reading his cute little love letters to you — short, sweet and anticipatingly taunting. Taunting to your poor little heart as it easily flusters from it.

You give your lover a quiet laugh as he leans back, Nikolai staring at you two without a word, just a smile you couldn't read.

You wanted to say something, but would it really be fine to flirt in front of his best friend? Said dude would name you two as cheesy love doves, you knew.

So you simply nod before giving a small wave, Nikolai taking that sign as to grab Fyodor's hand and walk the opposite direction of the hallway. Fyodor turns around as he walked, replying to you with a small smile before he completely allows the well-known school clown to take him away, leaving you stood there.

“...He knows what he's doing.” You finally sigh out with your stiff shoulders relaxing, to which you actually never realized of them being that way. That kiss, albeit sweet, told you a lot, you knew your lover knew this mark.

So rather than leaving as he 'claims' he wanted you to do, you find your heel turning around and almost scurrying somewhere else — where, might that be?

Why, another classroom.

It was still in the same floor, only difference is that this was an old club room which was now empty; given how no new club proposition took this space.

Of course, it was advised by the teachers not to use this room so often. While it was open, it's not a free space for 'you folks'. You still couldn't help but giggle at the remembrance of that one teacher calling you and the students such a term, especially with his accent. Ridiculous, you thought.

But this was also the only room you can go to. Those who were in charge of cleaning must still be doing their task.

You almost lazily sit on the chair which was already set up, desk to accompany it. Somebody must've also broken the rule of not hanging out here, yet that doesn't bother you right now. Putting your bag to the side of the chair, you put down your purple notebook on the wooden desk as you pout, staring at the empty cover.

“Telling me not to wait for you... am I not your partner to have the right?” You ask, pretending as if the notebook was him. Well, the purple hue did match his eyes. And he didn't deserve the light scolding, so you just threw it on some inanimate object.

Sliding your arm down on the desk did your hand swing around on the opposite side, your cheek leans down to press on the crook of your elbow as you yawn quietly, eyes still on the cover.

But the sight of something green catches your eye.

A little brighter because of the afternoon light shining through those open windows, but definitely green nonetheless. And it was none other than the blackboard in front of the classroom — a few walks away from you.

“Mm, what would've happened if I still had the energy to focus earlier?” You mutter to yourself, eyes focused on the dry paint. “I mean.. would I have heard him back up for me? That was still really kind of him.”

Yet the lack of people in the room left you to simply stare. The longer you stared, the more your eyes wanted to tease you too — as if replaying a sight of your teacher nudging nonsense and writing so loudly on the board. But of course, since you weren't focusing half of the lesson, you couldn't remember what was actually written on it.

You probably should head home by now... but you also couldn't shake off the thought of walking home with Fyodor. Of course were there some days you two have to leave alone, but that kiss really got you clingy.

“I knew you'd be here.” Suddenly, a soft, almost gentle voice whispers behind you, as if behind your ear.

You immediately turn your head at this — eyes a little wide before you took realization to who it was. Thankfully, it was just Fyodor.

Your head makes a quick turn, seeing his bag already beside yours and classroom doors suddenly shut. You didn't even hear noise shuffle around... how did he get here so quietly? Alas, he ends up grabbing a seat to sit in front of you as you just watch, lifting your head up.

“And how would you know? You probably checked every classroom in this floor.” You joke out, smiling at your lover as he returns it. “If that's how you'd like to put it.” He replied, leaning in. “Really, did you want to walk home with me that eagerly?”

“Well, you know I always do.” You say as you push your seat away, earning you enough space to stand up. Before he makes the move you knew he'd do, you slide your notebook swiftly on the shelf under the desk, not wanting him to see the little doodles of his back that you drew to find some solace in these sleepy classes.

“I apologize then, milaya.” Fyodor whispers, his eyes following your move as you find yourself sitting on the desk, in front of him. A chuckle leaves his lips as he tilts his head, however not muttering a word as you shift around, making sure your legs didn't hit him.

“Yeah, do apologize.” You sigh out, although intent lighthearted and playful as you lean in, pressing your fingers on his silky black hair. You take his loving gaze as consent as you play with his hair, both of you exchanging a warm smile.

“But do enlighten me, (Name). Just what was on your notebook?”

“Oh. I didn't think you'd ask...” A peachy paint on your cheeks as your eyebrows furrow.

You weren't mad of course, and to be fair — if the positions would switch, you'd ask the same thing. Fyodor hums, “That notebook must be important, right? If you do not wish to tell, that is fine as well.”

“Ah, not exactly.” You pucker your lips to for a fleeting moment, keeping your affectionate stare. You twirl a strand of his hair, tilting your head. “It's just a little embarrassing. I wouldn't call it some sort of sketching notebook, but it's just mostly filled with drawings of your back.”

“Why my back, milaya?”

“Because that's all I see in class.” You pout out.

“...Adorable.” He replied with a sweeter smile, as if holding back a giggle. “Come here,” Fyodor coos, his hands meeting your hips to slowly, almost a little too slowly guide you to fall down on the desk to sit on his lap.

You comply, however a little startled at first. You never took him to be the kind to want public displays of affection.. neither did you ask about it though, so maybe you were wrong?

“If you be good next time and focus in class, I'll let you borrow me from my studying to be your reference as much as you'd like.” Fyodor whispers with his one hand meeting your cheek, caressing it lightly.

“Really?” You ask a bit excitedly, hands pressed on his shoulders. He had to admit to himself, the sight was really adorable. Some of your hair fell on your face, and you held onto him like you two weren't inside a classroom. “I said only if you're good.” He tuts.

“You tease.” You huff out, cheeks puffing a little to decorate. Fyodor hummed, “You accept every last one of it though, don't you?” resulting in you rolling your eyes and lean in to press a kiss on his lips.

The seconds feel like minutes as your lips met, Fyodor moving his hands to carefully wrap on your waist as the afternoon sky radiates on each of yours skin, eyes shut and simply indulging in the moment.

Yet to surprise, it is you who pulls away first.

You take this moment to stay where you're positioned at and look down at his face, which had a very soft, subtle light of red. You found it endearing. Perhaps your actions also moved his heart more than you'd assume.

You wanted to say something, but before you could even voice out a word from your open lips — he surprises you with a lean in, peppering kisses all over your cheeks. It made you dumbfounded for a good moment, the blush on your face never failing to escape now as you press your own hand on his cheek, softly giggling like his lips tickle.

“Hey... what are you doing, Fedya?” You coo, soft exhales leaving you at the feeling of amenity from his kisses. Barely does he initiate it, which led you to easily melt whenever he does. You could feel his lips meet a smile as he kept kissing your soft skin, “I wasn't done kissing you yet.” to which only caught you to melt even more.

“You really don't have to try being this cute, don't you...” You mutter out before silently sitting there on his lap, closing your eyes while you drink in his love.

Eventually did you wrap your hands around his neck, allowing him more room for you to kiss as a sight suddenly clicks to you.

The corner of your eye would catch the girl who tried to wreck chaos to you earlier, seemingly walking after a trip to the office. You couldn't catch her expression, but you just knew she was pissed.

Minutes had already passed since the allotted school dismissal anyway. Not many students were around anymore. She could've left school early if she just didn't bother with your own issue.

You didn't want to stop his kisses, but seeing her made you had to with a gentle pat. He takes the note and stops, however still holding you.

“What's wrong?” Fyodor asks, earning a turn of your head. “Oh... just saw 'her'. She still really annoys me.” You grunt out quietly like an angry kid, looking down as he finds it cute with a laugh.

At least, you would've thought so.

“Did she irritate you that much? My, sweet milaya — I say you should give her less weight she might feel on her shoulders.” Fyodor suddenly remarks, making you feel a little puzzled. Why was your own boyfriend on her side?

Your eyebrows furrow, “Hey, if you thought your guessing lie was wrong, you were right you know? She talked to me first.” backing up your situation with a frown. Your head moves to look at him as he smiled, one hand petting your soft hair. “It wasn't a guess, milaya. I knew she likely talked to you first.”

“Huh.. how come?” You question, “Do you know her?” a bit of jealousy seeping in your head.

The look you briefly had on was cute. It made him even more satisfied.

“No. The only thing I know about her is that I set up a few things throughout her day today, just to make her all irritated and get her angry at the smallest of things. An example answered my bet in luck by you feeling sleepy this afternoon.”

...Huh??

“..Wait- Fedya, what?” You mutter through a confused expression, “You... why did you do all of that?”

“Mm, don't worry. They were all harmless, and she's physically untouched by such schemes.” Fyodor explains further as if you asked him to, tilting his own head a little. “And I did that... because I wanted your embrace, milaya.”

Your embrace? But he's already getting it right now.

“Am I not giving you such so?” You end up asking, fingers tapping on his shoulder. “And besides, isn't us holding hands already an embrace? As you take me home?”

“My. I foresaw a lot of things, but not your endless questions.” He sighed out, one hand grabbing onto one of your own to press a gentle, almost teasing kiss that led your shoulders to shiver. “I'll be honest with you, do you think we truly get enough time for ourselves when we walk home?”

“When we...” You trail out, your own head following to find an answer to his question.

While it is true you two hold hands throughout the walk, and how you'd give him puppy-like kisses as he leaves you to your doorstep like the gentleman he is — Fyodor is kind of right. He doesn't always get to hang out at your home due to his studying, and you both barely show this much affection in school; now being an only exception.

Wait... now being an only exception. So did that mean he planned all of he said just to get you cradling yourself on him?

“...Are you kidding me?” You end up sighing with an amused smile, Fyodor seemingly glad as he also had one smile of a similar nature. You shake your head, squeezing his hand before letting go of it. “All of that, just for us to end up like this?”

“You'll embarrass me if I say so.” He cooed like a sad boy, you laughing as pink switched your peach. “You're smart, Fyodor, but this is proof that too much smarts can be a little too much.”

The two of you were met in a brief silence as you simply stare at him, your intertwined hands staying as so.

You could stay in this moment forever.

“Y'know.. you don't have to plan around if you just want my embrace.” You start whispering, scooting closer to his lap so both of your chests touched. “I know we can't always show this much affection in school, but you involved a random classmate.” Rather than an explanation did your words sound like a scolding, as if Fyodor didn't know that.

He hummed, “Wasn't my only idea, milaya. Nikolai had a part in planning this too,” smirking a little but kept his expression hidden by guiding your head down to his shoulder, allowing him to press his lips on the side of your head.

You comply to his touch, securing your arms better so you were now leaning on your.. new pillow. You couldn't see his face this way, but it was fine.

“And I bet him calling you earlier was a plan to make me feel touch-starved.” You mumble.

“But doesn't this repay it, (Name)? Or is it lacking for you?” Fyodor teased, his voice making sure that you knew. “Oh, whatever. Just ask next time when you want my embrace.”

Silence met your words at first, the soft wind adding more comfort to the secret little situation you two got going on right now.

Fyodor knew you two should really get going by now, but with a simple glance by the school gate with the help of the window beside you two, as long as the guard was still on his phone, perhaps Fyodor can keep indulging himself in your warm touch that he'd been needy for too long.

A soft chuckle amuses itself as he simply replied, “Okay.” leaving the afternoon colors do all the talk for now as he softly squeezes your body, placing another kiss on your hair.

And just like that, you really couldn't get your focus to have your eyes on the board now.

⚘

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[whatagoodusernameihave]

Thunder

(A dad shadow milk au fanfic)

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I woke up to a loud crash outside, followed by a kids muffled crying. As soon as I stood up to check on Vanilla, I was hit by a painful headache.

‘Jeez, did I hit my head while I was asleep or something’ I thought to myself.

I sighed, got out of my bed and started walking towards my sons room.

Pure Vanilla is very afraid of thunder. I still remember the first time he experienced a thunderstorm, gave me quite the scare honestly. Seeing my child sobbing and begging me to ‘make it stop’ was not something I prepared myself for that one afternoon.

Now that I think about it, it’s unusual for Nilla not to come running into my room whenever he’s scared. I wonder what made him stay in his room this time?

My thoughts were cut off when I realized I was now standing in front of Vanillas room. The crying and whimpering was alot more apparent now. I knocked on the door twice and for a moment it seemed like Vanilla had forgotten about the thunder. Leaving me with nothing but the sound of raindrops softly tapping against the walls and windows.

I was about to knock again when I heard a weak and shaky voice.

”D-dad? Is t-that you?” “Of course it is silly! May I come in?” There was a short pause. “Yeah..”

I slowly opened the door and saw a mountain of blankets on top of a bed. Although, it was not hard to see the very intense shaking coming from beneath them.

I walked up to the pile of blankets and sat next to it.

“Nilla? Can you please come out?” I asked quietly. His little head popped out shortly after. He looked like he was trying to hold back his tears (he failed miserably).

“Are you alri-” I couldn’t finish my question before Vanilla had tackled me into hug. I hugged him back and let him cry as much as he wanted. I silently watched him shake, cry and jolt every time lightning struck the ground.

After 5 minutes he seemed to have calmed down, his sobbing had died down to a occasional sniffle and he was no longer shaking.

“…are y-you m-mad?” sniffled Vanilla. I couldn’t help but be caught off guard by that question. Did he think he was going to be punished for being scared?

“No! Nononono! Blue bird, what makes you think I would be mad at you?” “I woke you.! *sniffle* Y-you told me-e not to bother you with my childish n-needs… I’m s-sorry!”

“What? When did I tell you that?” Did he have a nightmare? I can’t recall saying anything like that, atleast not recently.

“Yesterday, when you came back home from the meeting with aunt Sugar, Flour and uncle Spice a-and Salt. You came home later than you s-said you would, a-and you were so mad for no reason! I was a little upset that you came home so late, so I started l-lecturing you. You got very angry at me and started y-yelling at me.”

I listened to his little rant but it only confused me more. Heck, now when I think about it, I can’t even recall getting home from the meeting! Either way, it doesn’t sound like me in the slightest. Nilla must’ve had a nightmare in the worst time.

“Are you sure didn’t have a weird dream?” “N-NO! I swear you were acting weird yesterday! I-I can prove it! Your soul jam looked like it got an eye in it when you came back! Maybe it was your jam that caused you to act so weirdly!”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. I mean I know kids have wild imaginations, but really?

“Why are you laughing? I can prove it!” Whined Vanilla.

I was left laughing even harder at that. “Sorry, sorry! But Vanilla, I promise you that there is nothing wrong with my soul jam.” “But—” “Now now, it’s time for you to sleep, c’mon let’s get you a glass of water and then we go to bed.” It was too late for Vanilla to stay up and I knew for a fact that nothing is wrong with the jam. It was crafted by the witches afterall! They would never risk giving a cookie something that could harm them or make them harm others.

It was still raining, the sounds were comforting and helped me with my headache. It wasn’t thundering anymore and hopefully it won’t start again in a while.

I was filling up Nillas glass when I heard him speak.

“Dad?” “Yes?” “Can I sleep with you tonight?” “Of course, Blue Bird”

Eventually, I was back in my bed. But this time, I had my son in my arms. Vanilla was half asleep already.

“I love you, Silly-Vanilly”

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I apologize to anyone who actually read this 🫡

(I apologize for any grammatical errors, english is my third language so there is probably a lot of them :/)

#cookie run kingdom #pure vanilla cookie #white lily cookie #fanfic #shadow milk cookie #dad shadow milk au #crk fanfic

[yuikomoriemo]

The drunk idols shenanigans (one-shot)

(16+ Implied stuffy stuff- alcohol and swearing-)

'Why me why fucking me!?' Subaru kept uttering as he was watching the blonde vampire beside him drinking over the typical alcohol intake getting completely wasted.

"-HIC- HEY...HEY SUBBY!" Kou exclaimed letting out a snorty laugh, one eye wide open and the other half lidded with a silly grin on his face that Subaru could never resist despite hating the dumb guy with all his being, "Ugh kou what?" He asked in an annoyed tone only to be given a smooch on his cheek leaving a pink lip mark from his strawberry lip gloss "Heheeeee~ Ah subby kun is so adorable when he's all red~" he slurred licking his lips staring at him, subary simply rolled his eyes abd helped him stand up "we need to go now kou, ruki is gonna kill ya" He said sighing as kou tried walking himself. "Fuck off- I'm fine to walk IMA MOTHER FLIPPIN VAMPIRE ON WHEELS" he yelled pouting, his eyes completely half lidded.

"Kou come on you'll fall, I could leave you here but I don't feel like getting yelled at" he picked him up and threw him over his shoulders and started walking...getting irritated as kou started to kick and fuss having a tantrum "Noooo! I don'ts wanna go back you sack of shittttt!" He slurred while kicking.

-After a long trip back from Kou escaping and getting into more trouble-

Subaru growled opening the room to kous room but softened up as kou was snuggling near him. "Your a real idiot you know that? Paparazzi bother you that much hm?" He asked the drunken vampire, Kou pouted "Yeah they fucking suck so much I hate em!".

Subaru sighed gently laying him on his bed but felt Kou grab his arm pulling him on top of his body smiling with a blush on his face "cuddle me subby" he said and kissed his cheek again, Subaru sighed excepting the fate called cuddles and hugged him back "your lucky I love you..." he mumbled and rubbed his head gently "just try rest okay? I'll stay with you to keep an eye on ya" He added looking at kou with concern only to earn a giggle "mmmm okay Subby kun" he said and bit under Subarus jawline "AGH- JEEZ-" He hissed in pain but then looked disturbed when Kou started drinking from him "Well...can't be worse" he said.

-many sexy-,silly hours later-

Subaru wakes up on the floor under the silk blanket and stood up seeing pens all over the floor, and how it was still dark out and saw he was only wearing his jeans and his shirt was gone. He looked down seeing half done- cursive writings on his stomach, shoulders, arms all over his upper body, he looked fir kou and saw him shirtless as well with an empty can of dragon soup in his hands fast asleep on a chair.

"..you silly idiot"

Art by @yuma-mukami-garden-god

#diabolik lovers #anime and manga #kou mukami #sakamaki subaru #subakou #one shot

[laurasstufff1]

Heyy, are you taking more requests?

Hoping you could do something on Lewis Hamilton, maybe something about y/n and Lewis bringing their 8 month old baby for the first time to the paddock and everyone just absolutely falls in love with her and wanna spend as much time with her, trying to steal her away from her parents and all the fluff things. Maybe you could include George and Carmen in this as well?

It’s okay if you’re not taking then right now though 💓

Sorry for taking sooo long to answer 😥 hope you like it!

Everyone, meet my daughter

Sorry before hand for the mistakes 🥲

1.3k words

Enjoy :) 😚

Requests are open!!😁😁

“Okay okey okay, stay here” Lewis whispered when you were about to entered the garage. “When I do this” he scratch his head with his right hand “you come in, okay?”

“Okay Lewis” you rolled your eyes back, holding your baby in your arms. Lewis started  to walk inside, but turned around when he was about to cross the door and ran to his daughter, kissed her head, then he looked at you and kissed your lips. He even kissed Angela’s cheek.

“Jeez, he’s exited, isn’t he?” Angela laughed without loosing his sight, waiting for the signal.

“He is. He really is” you chuckled looking down at the baby and thinking how could he not?

Back in the garage, he managed to get the attention from both his and George’s crew. ‘You all need to meet someone’ were the magic words that gathered all of them together, and then he scratch his head and you walked in. 

“Is that Eloise?” George asked watching you were holding lots of blankets. You couldn’t really see the baby, but it was obvious, wasn’t it? 

“Everyone, meet my daughter” Lewis said with the proudest smile, so big it couldn’t really fit on his face.

Everyone got closer to you and admired the baby, who wasn't a baby anymore, she was already crawling and she could stand, but her naps were a religion, she didn’t miss one, it didn’t really matter the noise of the busy paddock.

From engineers to mechanics, social media managers, everyone congratulated you again, everyone had nice words for your family and you couldn’t be happier. 

-

“You sure you’ll be fine?” Lewis asked once again, while he was already putting on his helmet to go and race. 

“Lewis-“ you huffed one more time “I swear we won’t come to any more races if you act like this every time. Get in the damn car already!” 

“Oh I love her” Toto laughed placing his arm around your shoulders after hearing your comments and  your threatenings to your boyfriend “come on, get into the car, we’ll take care of them”.

Lewis groaned, but still made what he was told, not before kissing and hugging and promising a podium to his two girls.

The race started and Eloise woke up. It was something that she learned unintentionally. When you stayed at home while Lewis raced you always woke her up to see his dad, and know her naps were perfectly scheduled, you didn’t even need to waker her up. 

“Hi” a shy Carmen greeted you and you rapidly took your bag out of the chair so she could  sit there, next to you.

“Hello! She’s awake, don’t worry” you laughed watching her careful moves so that the baby wouldn’t wake up.

“oh” she laughed too “Hello Eloise” she said caressing her red cheeks “she’s a beautiful baby” she talked again placing her small noice canceller headphones right over her ears.

“Thank you. She gets it from her mum” you joked making Carmen laugh, even you did when the baby giggled too. “You know, she just need another baby to hang around during the race weekends…” you suggested with clearly intentions that the spaniard got as soon as you said. 

“Oh no no no, not yet” she denied without loosing her smile “but I’ll be happy to help with her if you ever need anything”.

“Thank you” you smiled back and placed your headphones over your ears, the race was abut to start.

And what a race that was, double points and double podiums, which basically meant double happiness for the rest of the week.

“Go to the podium, we’ll look after her” a mechanic said seeing as you watched Carmen and Angela and Bono running to get to there.

“Oh it’s okay, I’ll just-“

“No I insist, please. I have two daughters, the older one is two, the younger it’s even younger that Eloise. She’ll be fine” he assured you with a smile and you nodded leaving your daughter to him and running to the podium just on time. 

“Congratulations!!” You hugged Lewis and the rest of the team hugged you, laughing and cheering as always.

“Thank you thank you thank you” he shouted inside his helmet. “I’ll see you in a bit” you nodded and stepped aside, not too far, you loved being sprinkled with champagne. 

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“Where is Eloise?” Lewis asked on your way to the garage, the rest of the team following behind. 

“I left her with a mechanic” you answered, sure about Lewis reaction.

“She’ll be fine then” he smiled, but still walked fast to get there as soon as possible. 

She was indeed. When you walked into the garage you heard her giggles and men laughing. The same mechanic was holding her on top of a tyre that looked huge next to her, while others were already packing but still keeping an eye on her. 

“Look at her” George laughed at the sight too, and only then they realized you were back.

“Look who’s back, Eloise!” The mechanic shouted making look up and hold her arms open “Congratulations!” He said again. 

“Thank you, Mark, congratulations to you too” Lewis laughed hugging him too, at the end he was a mechanic and without his work, the podium wouldn’t’ve been possible. “I can’t hold you now, I’m stinky” Lewis laughed understanding his daughters orders, and then he looked at you, who were as stinky as him.

“We got it!” George stepped in and Carmen held her, and together with George they walked away “have you seen this side of the garage?? It’s cooler than your dad’s”

“I heard that!” Lewis shouted “Come let’s get change” he rapidly said holding your hand and taking you to his driver’s room.

“You know, Jack, the mechanic who was with Eloise” You started talking while looking for the smallest size of Lewis’s sweatshirt .

“Mark, his name is Mark” Lewis laughed.

“Mark yeah, sorry. He has two daughters, the younger one is smaller than Eloise.” “I know” Lewis nodded “they were all at Silverstone”. “I can’t imagine how hard it must be. For him but also for the mother, taking care of the children all alone, well, I’m sure they have family and friends, if not, the mother must have superpowers” you laughed.

“Yeah… I guess that’s the prize” he said watching you change your clothes. “You know I love you , right?”

“Yeah” you giggled trying to find the head whole in the sweatshirt.

“And I’m willing to retire if-“ “No. That’s not what I meant” you said finally putting it on. “There’s nothing I want more than seeing our children grow up in the paddock, watching you win and playing with the mechanics” you laughed remembering the tyre scene “Maybe I should talk with Mark and ask him to bring his family over, Eloise will have someone to play with”. “That would be awesome. Now let’s go, or they’ll kidnap our daughter”.

“We can always have more” you shrugged, but rapidly regretted your words. “God no, that sounded like if I didn’t care about Eloise” you laughed while walking out, stumbling with the step at the entrance.

“YN!” Lewis laughed too “I think you might have drink drops of champagne and now your all tipsy” he said knowing you were just really really happy, which you were. “Am not. Where is Eloise?” You asked shouting as you finally reached the garage. Angela was there, and she just pointed to the other side of the garage, where George was showing her the buttons of the steering wheel while Carmen was still holding her. Her eyes were wide open, not understanding a thing but captivated with the little lights. Lewis walked next to her and started pointing at the lights too, saying something that made her giggle “Oh, she’s going to learn how that thing works even before I do” you mumbled following them without loosing the smile that showed in your face the whole day. 

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton oneshot #lewis hamilton imagine #formula one imagine #formula 1 oneshot #formula one fanfic #formula one fanfiction #formula 1 fanfic #f1 one shot #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fandom

[deadbydangit]

With a reader who gets sick often.

Deathslinger, Plauge, Doctor, Yun-Jin, Adam, Jake

Deathslinger/ Caleb Quinn

Oh boy, again?

Let's get you to bed.

He'll try to make you soup, but he's going to burn it.

He's an inventor, not a chef. He'll get distracted by something and forget he's cooking.

He's trying his best, he really is.

He can handle simple tasks: water, blankets, medicine.

He'll stay by your side working on his gun. Watching as you fall asleep.

Before living in the realm, Caleb would ignore any sickness. Can't show weakness.

But you, damn it. You bring out the soft side of him.

And he loves you for it

He doesn't love when he gets whatever you had.

But that means you have to take care of him.

He will complain about having to stay in bed.

But he loves the extra attention.

Plague/ Adris

Well, you're in good company.

You can't really complain about being sick when Adris is, quite literally, always sick.

But this means she can snuggle with you more.

Without fear of you getting sick, she can actually be closer to you. Because, you know, you're already sick.

Still, she'll want to take care of you.

Soup? You've got it.

Medicine? It will be more of the traditional kind, but it's still medicine.

You've always been so sweet about taking care of her; she wants to repay kindness.

That means she is probably going to borderline smother you.

But it's all out of a place of love.

Doctor/Herman Carter

Don't let the whole doctor title fool you.

Sure, Herman may be highly intelligent and know exactly the remedies needed.

In terms of the caring part? He's going to need a lot of work.

He's a busy man with lots to do: experiments to run, research to record, people to dissect.

He really doesn't have the time to sit down and take care of you.

Yeah, you may be sick. But you're a functioning adult. It can't be THAT bad. Right?

He'll get you anything you need, even before you ask. It's like he's reading your mind.

He won't admit it, but you being sick constantly really concerns him.

He's currently researching the best vitamins to keep you healthy. Always making sure you eat and get plenty of sleep.

He knows what he's doing, please just listen to him so he doesn't have to go through this again.

Yun-Jin Lee

First off, eww. Get away from her. Like, gross.

You're sick and you want a hug?

No way.

You're an adult, take care of yourself.

Yun-Jin already had to take care of over dramatic pop star divas.

Plus, she doesn't want to get sick. Common sense.

She's going to leave you to your own device.

That's not to say she's not going to care for you.

She'll bring you what you ask, but immediately leave the area so as to not get herself ill.

She's good at the whole manager thing, not so much the whole taking care of the person part.

She really is worried, she just doesn't know how to show it.

Now hurry up and get better so she can give you a hug.

Adam Francis

Now this man knows what he's doing.

This genius has already researched all the ways to make you healthy again.

But, unlike Herman, Adam actually has a caring side.

He's going to bring you whatever you want, and then some.

Well, as long as it will benefit your health- no unhealthy foods, no soda, staying in bed.

Sure, he's going to make you do things you don't want to do: take really gross medicines, sit in an area with hot steam to sweat everything out.

He does all this because he loves you.

He loves you so much that he's willing to take the chance of getting sick himself, just to help you.

You'll be better in no time.

Jake Park

Oh jeez.

Could you stop getting sick?

That's what he wants to say, but he knows it isn't your fault.

In times like this, he is very awkward.

Like Caleb, when Jake is sick, he just ignores it.

But you aren't him.

He'd go to the others for advice and help.

He'd work with Claudette to find some medical plants to aid in your recovery.

Bill might have some ideas.

He might even ask Blight if he has any suggestions.

It's sweet, it really is. Just don't talk about it too much later. He gets really embarrassed.

#dbd killer #dbd x reader #dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd doctor #dbd jake park #dbd survivor #dbd plague #dbd deathslinger #dbd yun jin lee #dbd adam

[orangesand-lemons-234]

So while I'm working on the Derry Girls fic, my brain started turning with ideas so uhm...here we go!

Modern-AU Ralbert hurt/comfort, yippee!!

Albert lay on their bed, staring at the ceiling. The gallery was holding a special event today and he gave away more conversation spoons than he had available, and his head was spinning with overwhelm.

He wanted to put his brain on silent, just for a few hours. His head was spinning with a killer migraine that felt like a fist was slamming against his brain every second.

Don't get him wrong, he loves his job. The gallery was fantastic and he enjoyed being able to show off the city's best pieces of art to the local people.

But sometimes people did not recognise the sunflower lanyard always around his neck and the numerous pins attached to it stating that he struggles with speech and unwelcome touches + loud noises, and push him to his limits anyways.

People will yell, shout, question non-stop, repeatedly tap his shoulder and more. For a gallery, people do not know their etiquette.

Then when his shift ends, he finishes up with this. Just laying there while his brain fights himself.

He'd been there for a bit, maybe forty minutes when Race walked in, gently closing the door behind him.

“Heya Albert, you doing okay?” He asked quietly, taking his shoes off as he spoke.

Albert shook his head from where he was laying, curling up a little more and yanking his hair slightly as he did.

Race fell onto the bed beside him and slowly pulled a blanket up over their legs. “Can I have a bit more information?”

Albert pulled out his phone and started to type it out on his phone.

“Fuckers at the gallery don't understand personal bubbles.”

Race sighed and grabbed his hand. “That happens man, people are awful. It's like because they won't see us tomorrow, they start treating us like we have no boundaries, y'know?”

Albert nodded, now turning to face him.

“You wanna be touched?” Race inquired, pointing at the phone, indicating he needed some sorta answer.

“please”

Race quickly wrapped his arms around Albert, pulling him in for a tight hug and squeezing him in a way of comfort, but not hard enough to hurt him.

And that's where they stayed for a while. Albert just laying there in Race's arms while Racer rambled about his day at the sheepshead races, taking pictures for the paper.

That's how it stayed for a bit, until Albert shushed Race and pulled his notes app out again and began typing.

"Jeez, you have a question 'bout what Wiesel was saying? Cause I wasn't paying attention to all the details, I don't think I can answer 'em.” Race joked, gaining a smile from Albert, who shook his head and handed Race the phone.

“am i too much? too much as in, am i too loud or too blunt? or do i have too many needs to be dealing with?”

Race pulled Albert in tighter with one arm and grabbed his hands with the other.

“Albert, you are definitely too much.” Race smiled, pushing his forehead against his own. “But you're my too much. I love you so much for being you. Your loud voice, your honesty, your needs? That's just what makes you you, which is why I love you so much.”

“Honest?” Albert asked quietly.

“Honest.”

#AUTISTIC ALBERT DASILVA #anyways #ralbert #yknow? #you know. #they mean a lot to me #do they interact like twice in the whole show? #yes but idrc. #its very important to me #okay #newsies #uksies #newsies headcanons #newsies fanfic #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #racetrack x albert

[bucketinyourwalls]

House Husband!Movie Dude x Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: None, just fluff and a bit OOC Movie Dude and ofc rushed as fuck

Word Count: 1097 A/N: @nonbinarypostaldude and @strawbrygashez you two are gonna be both my downfall and writing inspiration istg. But eh, at least I get to write Movie Dude being the cutest mf. So hey, to everyone who reads this shit hope you enjoy ❤️. And also for this fanfic, although I do adore Faith just gonna pretend she and Movie Dude had a more one-off relationship after the Postal Movie and elected to just be friends, and also that the world didn’t explode with everyone dying since I’m honestly still not sure about that. Been a while since I watched the film so I have no idea, but I’m pretty sure that’s what happened. Either way, enjoy ^^

As you walked up to the door of your rented home, you sighed in relief. Work has been kicking your ass all week and you’ve barely had any time to relax. Hell, some nights you’ve even had to sleep in the office since you were too tired to drive home and your husband was already asleep by then. But now, you finally got the work finished and you can properly relax with your small family.

As you walked in, you were just about ready to announce your presence before shutting up upon seeing the sight in front of you. On the couch was your sleeping husband, curled up in a blanket while his Dog Champ and your cat Zack were curled up with him and nuzzling him. It was a heavenly sight, and you couldn’t help but smile widely. As he slept, you quietly walked over to him and leaned down to give his forehead a small and soft kiss. You could see him slightly stir in his sleep as you kissed his forehead, along with the way his chest slowly rose and fell as he softly snored, even if his snores were a more quiet form of honk-sho.

As he slept on the couch, you quietly set your stuff down and walked to the bathroom in your shared bathroom for a quick shower. And although it was quick, it felt nice to just have a hot shower and relax. Once you walked back to the living room fully dressed in comfortable clothing, you smiled softly again seeing that your husband was awake now and petting Zack and Champ, but has failed to notice you. So, you took the chance to quietly sneak up behind him and hug him from behind. And without wasting a second, you nuzzled your face against his neck and gave it a few soft kisses.

“Jinkys!” He yelped in surprise as you hugged him from behind and gave his neck a few kisses, his face already red with blush as his body tensed up a bit. But once he realized it was just you, he calmed down. “Ah... you’re home! W-Welcome home, love.” He smiled softly at you, turning around a bit so he could see you properly. “Mm, I’m glad to be back with you, darling.” You chuckled again before kissing him on the lips and enjoying his flustered face as he kissed back, muttering; “golly” into the kiss before the two of you finally pulled away.

“Jeez, that was amazing, love.” He smiled widely as his face remained flustered, his hand reaching to his collar and adjusting it. You couldn’t help but quietly laugh at his reaction, kissing his nose and continuing to hug him. “You always say that, darling. Why do you keep getting surprised?” You asked him, since it was a constant in the time you two were together. No matter what, he’d always become flustered.

“Just never got so much affection before, y’know? Faith did a good job while the two of us were together, but my ex-wife...“ His voice trailed off at the mention of his wife, his face saddening a bit from having to remember her as his eyes averted. You could tell he didn’t want to talk about it much, so you just kissed his forehead and continued hugging him, running your fingers through his hair as you comforted him. “Hey, no need to focus on that darling. I can tell you don’t like thinking about it. So, how about I cuddle you until you feel better, okay?” Your face was soft while looking at him, wanting to do your best to comfort him after the memories entered his mind.

“Thank you, love.” He smiled softly and sighed in relief, resting his forehead on yours before yelping again as you picked him up in your arms. His face was red with blush, and the blush grew worse with your laughter. He barely weighed anything to you. “You’re so cute, darling~.” You sat down on the couch and winked at him, placing him on your lap as Champ nuzzled against you, wanting attention as well in which you gladly obliged.

“You got a cute ass dog, darling.” You kept giving Champ the affection he deserves, with MD doing the same as he picked up Zack and pet him. “And you have a cute cat, love.” His face was still red, but occasionally managed to gain the confidence to quickly kiss your cheek, managing to take you by surprise as he averted his eyes from your gaze. “Aww~, cutie~.” You chuckled before cupping his cheeks and gently grabbed his chin, just watching his face grow more flustered from your actions. “Wowie... W-Wow. Jeez louie, you really think so-?” Despite his flustered face and stammering, his excitement was obvious. It was adorable, and it just made your heart melt.

“Truly, darling. You’re cute as hell~.” You smiled as you grabbed his hand and kissed it a few times, enjoying the sound of his giggles. And after a bit, you kissed his lips again as he melted into it, kissing you back before pulling away, his face still red as he adjusted the collar of his shirt again as he looked away shyly. “Is it hot in here, or is it just me...?“ His voice was quiet and shy as he spoke, and it was just adorable to hear.

“Hah, just you, darling~.” You smirked and kissed his nose again, cuddling him while he remained in your lap. You gently rubbed his back and ran your fingers through his hair, resting your head on his shoulder while he simply enjoyed the affection and your touch. “How did I get so lucky to have you...?” He whispered to himself, snuggling into your body as you cuddled him. “Mm, I’m the lucky one here, darling.” You smiled softly as your eyes slowly became heavy, causing him to smile at you and wrap the two of you in the same blanket he slept in.

“Sweet dreams, love.” He whispered to you as he kept snuggling against you, kissing your cheek and watching you fall asleep with him in your arms. “I love you so much, darling.” You sleepily muttered to him as you kept cuddling him, slowly falling asleep as your vision went black and faded. And as it faded, you heard the lovely sound of his humming. His little lullaby that you rarely got to hear, yet adored.

And through your nap, you slept peacefully. Slept peacefully with your husband in your arms, finally relaxed after a week of hell.

#postal #postal movie #postal dude #postal dude x reader #not proofread

[whoisalastair]

California Love // L. Hughes (pt. 1)

Wherein Luke Hughes meets Trevor Zegras’ younger sister, Jane Zegras, and the two hit it off despite attempts from Trevor.

I'm writing part of the first part of this series in my prom outfit 🤭 -Alastair

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“You must be the Hughes brothers,” I sighed in exhaustion, unfortunately answering the knock on my family’s front door in my pajamas. The one who looked the oldest looked anywhere but at me, while the one I recognized as my brother’s friend Jack glanced over my shoulder to look for Trev. The third, a tall boy with curly hair, stared at my face with a look I couldn't decipher.

"Jack!" Trevor shouted from behind me, pushing past to bro-hug his best friend. I huffed and rubbed my eyes, clearing the bleary glare from them. I noticed the placing of a hand on my shoulder, it feeling soft but strong as it guided me to the couch. Looking up, I found that it had been the tallest Hughes, whose name escaped me.

"Thanks," I hummed. He simply nodded and draped a blanket over me.

"She doesn't need more sleep, stop being a simp Luke!" Trevor complained, thankfully reminding me of his name without me having to ask. Luke chuckled, somewhat nervously I would imagine, and sat on the opposite end of the couch.

"She looked cold." As I snuggled into the flannel-print blanket Luke had covered me in, I let it sink in that they had all seen me in my pajamas, which consisted of a cropped tank top and shorts with no bra (which explained the eldest's reaction to seeing me). Flushing red, I scanned the room to see what they were all doing. Luke had migrated onto his phone, texting faster than I'd seen in a while, as Jack and Trevor were turning on the TV for Spotify to turn on some country playlist.

"Do you two ever not listen to country?" I asked, accepting a mug of hot tea from my mother.

"Do you ever listen to me, ever?" Jack snorted at Trevor's somewhat confusing retort, to which I rolled my eyes and smiled a little. I love my brother, I really do, but his way with words was nonexistent.

"So, Jane, you go to Irvine?" Luke asked, glancing up from his phone to meet my eyes. I nodded and sipped some tea, pursing my lips at its heat.

"Yep, I study criminology." He nodded as his eyes grew wide.

"Like on Criminal Minds?" I giggled and shrugged, not quite sure what he meant but finding it cute that he stayed interested. Usually, people assumed I wanted to be a cop and ended the conversation there. I scooted closer to Luke as I pulled out my phone, searching up ‘Criminal Minds’.

“Ooh, this guy is cute,” I smiled, pointing to a picture of a man with brown hair and doe eyes, wearing a sweater vest. Jack snickered while Luke wrinkled his nose in annoyance.

“Reid? I guess so… I’m cuter though.” Trevor pretended to gag as I squeaked in surprise at Luke’s words.

“I mean, yeah, you are,” I whispered, looking up at him with confidence I somehow mustered. The tips of his ears turned pink as he bit his lip, trying his best not to smile. Trev huffed and flopped between us, wrapping an arm around both of our shoulders.

“Jeez, Jane, how about today’s weather,” Trevor said, trying desperately to change the subject. I huffed in exasperation and removed his arm, him giving me puppy-dog eyes in return.

“It sure is weather.” Jack snorted out a laugh, amused by my dry response. Luke glanced between me and Trevor, a look of confusion gracing his features.

“Zegras, let Jane talk to Luke,” Quinn sighed. “It’s not like they’re making out yet.”

“Yet?!” Trevor shouted, looking at Luke accusingly. I flushed red and bit my lip to hide a smile. I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to kissing Luke, but nobody needed to know that.

“Yeah, Lukey has been simping over Jane ever since we pointed her out at a Ducks game,” Jack revealed. I squeaked and glanced over at Luke, who had blushed a deep scarlet and could only look down at his hands. Trev pouted and stood up, heading towards the kitchen.

“I’m never letting y’all in to a Ducks game again.” Jack and Quinn tried not to laugh as the barrier between Luke and I disappeared, both of us looking down at the awkward space where Trevor had been.

“Need me to sit there, lovebirds, or can you handle it,” Quinn teased, his face somehow still as monotone as ever. I smirked and scooted closer to Luke, placing my hand on top of both of his in an attempt to stop his fidgeting and simultaneously admiring the size difference.

“Gross,” Jack whined, “I’m going to join Trevor’s pity party.” I giggled and looked at Quinn, who shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter to me, just don’t start kissing.”

#hockey #hockeyblr #hockey boys #nhl blurb #nhl fic #nj devils #nhl players #nhl #luke hughes

[xoxiu]

my house of stone, your ivy grows - yoongi x reader

chapter fifteen table of contents masterlist join the taglist discord

summary: yoongi carried himself with a sense of pride within himself and his belongings. he worked hard to get to where he was- ethically or not, it made him the man he is today. his latest toy, a young college girl from america, will become his magnum opus. he just needs to work out the kinks.

tags/warnings: mafia au, kidnapping, daddy dom!yoongi, smut, autistic!reader, spanking, stockholm syndrome, little!jimin, vminhope, drug mention, namjin, fluff, domestic discipline

taglist: @allamericanuniverse @llallaaa, @frieschan

The villa was extravagant under the dark, early morning sky. It was a very modern design- sleek with plenty of windows overlooking the sea. The outdoor lights made it seem like a mansion surrounded by trees and nature. It looked absolutely marvelous. 

Looking into the backseat, Yoongi saw Kiwo laid out across the various packed bags and blankets fast asleep. It had been a long drive, nearly 4 hours, and thankfully Kiwo slept through most of it. They all had to stop multiple times throughout the trip because Jimin had to pee or Taehyung wanted snacks. In order to keep up with each other, every car in the caravan had to stop. Yoongi easily could’ve shaved an hour and a half off the drive time if he was allowed to just make a break for it. 

The sound of the driver’s door slamming shut rose Kiwo out of her sleep. She let out a slight moan before sitting back in her seat. Yoongi eventually opened her door and picked her up bridal style, carrying her into the house. 

The inside looked more homey and cozy than the outside. The first floor had an open living room and kitchen, with two bedrooms and a bathroom. Upstairs was two more bedrooms and a bathroom, alongside a small library and a game room. Yoongi took a random bedroom that the others hadn’t picked yet- a pretty, light blue bedroom with a lovely view of the ocean. He quickly laid Kiwo down in the bed, covering her up and tucking her in as she cuddled into the softness of the pillows.  

“Jeez, Jin hyung! This place is awesome!” Jungkook exclaimed, his voice from the game room echoing down the stairs. Multiple shushes were then heard. 

“Kookie, the baby’s sleeping!” Hoseok said jokingly, referring to Kiwo passed out in the bed. 

Jimin frowned upon realizing Hoseok didn’t mean him. He was the baby, not Kiwo. Kiwo was just an idiot. 

Once everyone settled in for the night, Yoongi heard a faint knock on the door before it cracked open. He squinted in the darkness trying to make out who it was. 

“Hyungie?” Ah, it was Jimin. “Are you sleeping?”

”Yes,” Yoongi said, getting up out of bed to go talk to Jimin. He didn’t want to wake up Kiwo, and also hoped in the time the conversation took that she would at least give him some room on the bed.

The two stood in front of the bedroom door, Yoongi carefully closing it behind him. He could tell Jimin was nervous- the young man had his head down and was fiddling with his fingers. From the faint light in the hallway, Yoongi could slightly make out a very thoughtful expression on Jimin’s face. 

“Do you- do- ah,” Jimin chuckled and cleared his throat. “I was just… I was wondering where you got Kiwo’s pacifiers.”

Yoongi blinked, not exactly understanding what Jimin wanted. 

“The store.”

”No, like-” Jimin threw his hands up slightly. “That type. I want one.”

Jimin had used pacifiers in the past. Typically they were the plastic ones with cute dinosaurs or rainbows on them designed for babies. Kiwo’s, on the other hand, had a softer silicone shield and were plain solid colors. They were very subtle, and Kiwo quite enjoyed them. 

“I have a green one that Kiwo never uses, would that help? We can’t exactly go to the store right now.” Yoongi suggested. Jimin hesitated before nodding his head yes. 

Kiwo woke up early in the morning, waking Yoongi up soon after. He rolled over and hugged Kiwo, mumbling something about going back to sleep in his half asleep haze. Squirming out of his grip, Kiwo sat up and reached for Yoongi’s phone on the table. She looked back at Yoongi, waiting for him to say something about her being naughty, but he remained lifeless in the bed. 

“I’ll call the cops.”

”Go ‘head, hun.”

Kiwo just stared blankly at Yoongi- she wasn’t exactly sure what to do now that her threat didn’t work. 

“I want juice,” she complained. While she was thirsty, Kiwo mostly didn’t want to be awake and alone in the strange room. 

Yoongi groaned before rolling over. 

“You’re a big girl, you can get it yourself.”

”But I’m not. I’m a baby.” She began to yank the covers off of Yoongi. Yoongi, in return, wrapped his arms around her again and held her close to him. 

“And right now babies sleep. It’s too early for baby time.” Closing her eyes, Kiwo let out a sigh. 

She stared up at Yoongi’s peaceful face. How smooth and soft his face was, the way his eyelashes fluttered ever so often…

He still looked intimidating even in his most relaxed state. 

Kiwo stared at his lips. They were pouted slightly, with small breaths escaping through his lips. They looked so soft and plump. 

She could just kiss them right now. 

Bringing her face closer to his, Kiwo could feel his soft breaths on her own lips. She continued to study his face before closing her eyes and-

“YOONGI HYUNG! IT’S TIME TO WAKE UP!” Taehyung burst through the door, playing some pop song on his phone as he danced at the foot of the bed. The covers were soon pulled off of them, leaving them cold from the chill of the fall air. 

“I’m going to kill him,” Yoongi mumbled. He reluctantly rolled out of bed before pushing Taehyung back out the door. The music could still be heard from the other side of the door. 

A rose-tinted blush bloomed across Kiwo’s face as it dawned on her what she almost done- and what she was almost caught doing. She could only stare at Yoongi from across the room, mouth agape and eyes wide. 

Yoongi stared at her with a soft smile. He slowly approached the bed before sitting down. He had a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. 

“Wanna continue what you were trying to do?” Yoongi asked with a shit eating grin. Eyes growing larger and blush darkening, Kiwo threw a pillow at Yoongi’s face before rushing out of the room. 

The sounds of thuds broke Kiwo out of her trance. She spent the past 10 minutes taking each piece of cereal out of her bowl and sorting them on the table by color. She then made them into individual stacks based on their size. Yoongi just stared on from the other side of the table, making a mental note to not give Kiwo dry cereal next time. 

Kiwo turned around in her chair to see Hoseok and Jimin coming down the stairs. Jimin didn’t have the happiest look on his face and had his arms crossed. The thuds had to have been from him stomping down the stairs, Kiwo thought. She was about to return to her cereal when she noticed something green on Jimin’s face. Doing a double take, Kiwo could now see that Jimin had a pacifier in his mouth. 

Her pacifier, to be exact. 

It was sage green, one of Kiwo’s favorite colors. She never used it; she was saving it so it would match her outfit. The pink, blue, and white ones were used much more often as those were the colors Yoongi usually dressed her in. 

Still, it hurt to see him using something of hers. What made it worse in her mind was that it was Jimin. He did nothing for him to deserve something of Kiwo’s. She casted a glare in Yoongi’s direction. 

“Taehyung wake you guys up, too?” Hoseok asked. 

“I did no such thing!” Taehyung shouted from the couch. He did, in fact, try to wake everyone up that morning. 

Ignoring the conversation at hand, all Kiwo could focus on was Jimin and that stupid pacifier. She glared daggers at him, trying to explode him with her mind. Jimin must have caught on to what Kiwo was thinking, as he gave a smug smirk behind the pacifier shield. 

Bastard knew what he was doing, Kiwo thought. 

“Eat.” Yoongi interrupted Kiwo’s internal thoughts by grabbing her chin. He pointed to the stacks and piles of cereal in front of her before stealing one piece himself to eat. Kiwo gave one last look towards Jimin, who only snickered before walking towards the stairs again. 

The morning passed slowly, with everyone occasionally coming into the common areas to socialize before heading back to their respective bedrooms to relax. Everyone really just considered this time their vacation and time to catch up on sleep. 

Or, at least, almost everyone. 

Jungkook finally left his bedroom only to walk out in a suit. Everyone stared at the young man confused, thinking they were all in agreement that this was a vacation. While the rest of them were in comfy pajamas, Jungkook was dressed to the nines. 

“What? You people act like we don’t have jobs.” Jungkook took a seat next to Hoseok on the couch. 

“Because we’re on vacation,” Seokjin said, “And you are too.”

”Not this week. As much as I’d love to relax, we’ve got a huge shipment coming in today that I should help with.”

”I should, too. But I’m not.” Taehyung tagged on. Currently he was spread across the floor, staring up at the ceiling. Everyone was beyond trying to figure out what went on in his head at this point. 

“And I have classes, so I can’t stay here forever.” 

“Since when do you go to your classes?” Hoseok teased, giggling while lightly hitting Jungkook in the arm. 

“I wanna go to school,” Kiwo said sadly, staring down at her feet. Next to her, Yoongi could only roll his eyes. 

As Jungkook left the house, Kiwo could only focus on what of her old life she missed. Everything was looking up until she met Jungkook and Yoongi. Now, she was locked up with nothing to really do besides be with Yoongi. 

It was a love-hate life she currently had. On one hand, she loved the attention she was getting. Kiwo never really got much attention from her family, friends, or romantically. It was a nice change of pace, being wanted and all. Everyone was nice to her, or almost everyone. No one felt like they were being fake- all the guys seemed to genuinely like her. 

Meanwhile, everything changed, and Kiwo hates change. She was taken against her will to be here. Kiwo was becoming more social while in college and independent, two things that she was proud of. Now, she was shut in and forced to depend on Yoongi. Not to mention that she was in a foreign country and surrounded by a language she didn’t know. 

“Kiwo!” Hoseok said, waving his hand in front of Kiwo’s face. Blinking, Kiwo came back to reality after being lost in thought for too long. She looked over at Hoseok wide-eyes to see what he wanted. 

“Do you want to color with Jimin and Taehyung?” 

Kiwo looked down at Jimin and Taehyung spread out on the floor, multiple crayons and coloring books surrounding them. Really, she didn’t want to do anything that involved Jimin. She just observed the mess before her until Taehyung pulled out a coloring book for her. 

Hello Kitty. Her weakness. 

The three colored while the others went about with the rest of the unpacking. It was a lot of in and out of the house while occasionally making sure no one killed each other with a crayon. 

Kiwo reached over to grab a purple crayon by Jimin so she could finish her flower. It was a pretty lily that Kiwo was coloring as a mix of pink and purple. She could barely mark up the paper before it was roughly ripped out of her hand by Jimin. Furrowing her eyebrows, she looked in Jimin’s direction to see him coloring away with her crayon. 

“I’m going to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back!” Taehyung said, getting up off the floor and leaving Kiwo and Jimin to their crayon affair. 

“I was using that.” Kiwo said, pointing to the crayon in Jimin’s hand. 

“I had it first before you took it.” Jimin stuck his tongue out at Kiwo, causing Kiwo to let out a huff of annoyance. 

“It was on the floor!”

”Kiwo! Do not raise your voice.” Yoongi said as he re-entered the living room. Eyes wide, Kiwo could not understand why she was being yelled at for Jimin being mean. 

Kiwo snarled and reached over to grab the crayon from Jimin’s hand. Jimin only held on tighter before pushing Kiwo away. 

“Yoongi hyung! Kiwo’s trying to take my crayon!”

”He took it from me first!”

Yoongi looked over at the sight of Kiwo pulling at the crayon in Jimin’s hand while Jimin tried pushing her away. He could only sigh as he approached to try and fix the situation. 

Just then, the crayon snapped in half. Jimin looked in disbelief while Kiwo was just happy to have some of the purple crayon in her own hand to finish the flower. 

Only to realize she had the butt end. She couldn’t possibly color with that. Angry, she chucked the crayon at Jimin’s stupid face with a huff. Kiwo crossed her arms in annoyance. 

With impeccable aim, the crayon managed to hit Jimin right in his eye. The older bursted into tears while he held his watering eye in pain. Yoongi grabbed Kiwo by the underarms, lifting her up and off the floor. She flailed about in protest until she ended up over Yoongi’s shoulder. A swift swat was placed on her bottom, followed by another, and another until Kiwo lost count. 

Yoongi carried her over to the staircase, placing her on the landing three steps from the bottom floor. She pouted as her butt touched the carpet. Kiwo couldn’t even focus on what Yoongi was saying as she looked across the room at Jimin, who was now being soothed by Taehyung and her sage green pacifier. 

Bastard. 

#bts fanfic #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #mafia au #bts little space #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #vminhope #namjin #my house of stone your ivy grows

[star-labs-intern]

Okay but what about domestic / living together ! Harrisco & Cisco being excited to surprise Harry with his new haircut but Harry reacting like Alexis when mutt shaved his beard

Cisco: are you... Crying?

Harry *sniffling*: no

Fic under the cut / not my gifs gifset linked

Harry was lazing in bed and snoozing. They had to fight a meta in the middle of the night the evening prior, so they had been pulled out of bed, just after midnight. They had a fight where Cisco hadn’t needed to suit up, he just needed to be on coms, while Barry sorted out this new, nocturnal meta. 

They had gotten to sleep after that, but quite late. Earlier than Harry would have liked, Cisco had mumbled something in Harry’s ear about heading out to run some errands, and that Harry should keep sleeping. Sounded fine by him.

So when Harry felt the bed shift, he figured Cisco was crawling back into bed with him for some snuggles before they started their day. Cisco put a hand on Harry’s waist and spooned him from behind. He leaned up on his elbow, though, so he could sorta see Harry a little. 

“Morning, Sunshine,” Harry turned, eyes still shut, and reached a hand up to bury in Cisco’s curls, to pull him in for a kiss. Blinking his eyes open, his hand met short hair, cropped close to the neck and he clocked a very Different looking boyfriend than the one he took to bed with him. 

“Jeez Louise,” Harry was up and out of bed, tumbling awkwardly onto the floor first, then hopping up with impressive speed, grabbing the comforter around his waist. Harry was shirtless, in his boxers, so the comforter wrapped, toga-like across his midsection then flung over his shoulder, muscles peeking out from behind the blanket. “And what earth are YOU from?” Harry growled, eyeing the other side of the room, trying to gauge if he could make it to the pulse rifle that was propped up behind the bedroom door. 

“It’s me, Har, it’s Cisco,” Cisco’s mouth slanted down in a half sad smile, half frustrated frown. “Not a doppelganger, I just got a haircut,” Cisco slowly got up from the bed. 

Harry was looking on with soft, wide eyes. “Cisco? R-Ramon? Your… your hair,” Harry muttered, narrowing his eyes at Cisco. 

Cisco cocked his head to the side. “Aw, Harry, I thought you were gonna like it. I wanted a change.”

Harry was nodding up and down, quickly but without moving his head all that much. “It’s a change.” Harry repeated. 

“Babe, it’s still me. Promise.” Cisco reached a hand up to scratch at his ear. “You don’t.. You don’t like it?” he looked up with wide eyes of his own, and suddenly he looked much more like Cisco. 

“No, no, I’m sure, I’m sure it’ll grow,” Harry muttered and Cisco’s eyes popped open wider, “Grow ON ME, I’m sure it’ll grow ON ME. I’m sure I’ll love it before I know it, I just.” Harry was feeling choked up all of a sudden. It was silly. It was just hair. “You just look. Different.” 

“Harry, are you… are you crying?” Cisco had a sad smile that was making his dimples pop and Harry tried to take another hard look at Cisco. It was Cisco. It was his Cisco. He just had … less hair now. 

“No,” Harry croaked. “I’m sorry. It’s just hair. It’s still you,” 

Cisco cracked into a full smile then, “Harry Wells, be careful or I might start to think you care about me.” 

Harry rolled his eyes, then swiped at them with quick fingers. “Everyone knows I care about you, Cisco.” Harry grumbled then, the banter returning to normal, the more he looked at Cisco, the sillier he was feeling. This was a good look for him. It would just take a little getting used to. “You owe me for such a scare so early in the morning.” 

“It’s afternoon, silly goose,” Cisco rolled his eyes, 

“Still early if you factor in what time we went to bed!” Harry argued. He took his third hard look at Cisco’s hair and decided that he liked it. “C’mere, Handsome,” Harry held open arms and Cisco fell into a nice big bear hug. Harry would get used to the new style. The hair was different, but Cisco was still the same.

#harrisco #harrisco drabbles