#i was in a FEVER like i was hearing voices 😂😂

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Every so often I get kinda nostalgic for old anime and I rly wanna rewatch Madoka Magica so I drew miss Magica herself 🥺🫶💖 our lord and savior (timelapse under the cut)

#art tag #fanart #anime #madoka magica #puella magi madoka magica #madoka kaname #digital art #digital painting #ive been experimenting with painting lately!! ugh this was so fun to do #i was in a FEVER like i was hearing voices 😂😂 #and im rly happy with how it turned out!!

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Fever

AN: I know, I know, another sick fic. This one's different though, I promise! 😂 (thanks again to @melodygatesauthor for the prompt ❤️)

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“Poe?” you rasp, rolling in the direction of the voice. He grunts again, this time in confirmation. “How’re you feeling?” You huff, plopping back onto your back as you run your hand over your face. “Like I need a shower.”

Rated: T (for the kissing lol) Words: 775 Pairing: Poe Dameron x GN!Reader Warnings: reader is sick and briefly has a fever, a teeny tiny bit of kissing, FLUFF, dangerously high cheese levels in this y'all. AO3

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You’re cold. So cold.  

Shivering, you burrow down into your blankets, your body curling into a tight ball in an effort to find even a modicum of warmth. Sometime during the night, you must’ve developed a fever, one that still hadn’t broken even hours later. It occurs to you that you should probably go to the medbay but you just can’t summon the energy. It’s probably not that serious anyway, right? It’s just the chills, you’ve dealt with worse…

You hear the door snick open, but remain still, buried beneath your blankets, willing whoever has decided to stop by to leave you be. Heavy footsteps thunk into the room, pausing briefly as the door slides closed again. They resume their trek, now slightly muted once they reach the rug beside your bed. You hear someone say your name, the voice soft and familiar, but you still don’t respond. 

When you feel the gentle pressure of hands on your body above the blankets, you tense, your muscles seizing uncomfortably at the unexpected touch. Their hands slowly pull back your blankets until your face is bared, and you groan, attempting to pull them back over yourself. Whoever it is shushes you, their cool fingers lightly brushing against your skin. Their touch is gentle, and, despite your chills, you lean into it.

They make a quiet noise of discontent and, after a moment, pull away. You whine at the loss, trying in vain to follow. You feel the weight of another blanket fall over you, as well as someone tucking it in snuggly around you. There’s another pause, before the footsteps recede, heading back toward the door. You hear it open and close, the silence of the room deafening as you fall back into a discontented sleep. 

When you wake hours later, it’s dark, the only light from the moons streaming in through your tiny windows. You feel clammy, your skin sticky with sweat as you shift gingerly beneath a mass of blankets. As you move, you bump into something warm and solid beside you on the small bed. Whatever it is makes a grunting sound and shifts, giving you the space you need to extricate yourself from your cocoon of blankets. As you free your arms, you hear your name, the voice gravely but still familiar.

“Poe?” you rasp, rolling in the direction of the voice.

He grunts again, this time in confirmation. “How’re you feeling?”

You huff, plopping back onto your back as you run your hand over your face. “Like I need a shower.”

He sniffs a laugh, moving across the bed toward you and propping himself up on one elbow. The unexpected touch of his hand on your forehead makes you jump a little, his fingers warmer than they had been earlier, but no less gentle.

“Looks like your fever finally broke,” he murmurs, moving his hand down to cup the side of your face. “I was this close to taking you to the medbay, you know.”

You hum tiredly, leaning into his touch. “Weren’t you supposed to leave today?” 

He shrugs. “I told them to go without me.”

You smile, something warm settling in your chest. “I’m fine, Poe. You could’ve gone."

He grunts, not sounding very convinced as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. “Yeah well, I didn’t want to risk it.”

“You not wanting to take a risk? That’s a first,” you tease, covering his hand with yours.

He laces your fingers in his before bringing your hand over to his lips for a soft kiss. “I’d risk my life any day of the week, Sweetheart, but not yours. Never yours.”

Your stomach flips at his words, at the sincerity in his voice—even after all this time together, he’s still giving you butterflies.

You squeeze his hand and bite your bottom lip, as if it’ll somehow keep the feelings bubbling up inside you from spilling out. “I’m lucky to have you watching out for me.”

He squeezes your hand back, a soft smile spreading across his face. “Someone's got to.”

You hesitate only a second before sitting up to kiss him. He hums, his lips soft and warm, sliding gently against yours as he presses you back into the mattress. You sigh, sinking your fingers into his hair as the warmth of his body seeps into yours. He pulls back after a moment, his eyes concerned as they sweep over your face.

“Sure you’re okay?” 

“I'm getting there, Flyboy," you say, smiling as you pull his mouth back to yours. "Just don’t stop kissing me."

He chuckles, lips brushing yours as he leans back in. "You got it, Sweetheart."

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★★★𝙑𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙒 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 8: 𝙎𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙁𝙡𝙪★★★

Character: Wanda Maximoff

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Sickness,

Genre: Fluff or Hurt/Comfort

A/n: Look at me, somewhat back on track! 😂

Word count: 1.0k

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You knew you had picked up some sickness at the ice-skating rink a couple of days ago from one of the kids there, which only made you more frustrated by being mad at the parents who let their sick children go out in public and make everyone else ill.

But with all the work you had to do, handling holiday shopping, card making, your job, and a partridge in a pear tree, you knew that your perseverance wasn't going to let you take a rest.

Lucky for you, you had the hottest nurse in town to take care of you, and you also knew that she would be the one to push you back into your bed.

"Dekta? Are you alright? You've been coughing a lot," Wanda asked, walking up to you and immediately placing her hands on your face and neck, feeling your heated forehead.

"I-I'm fine baby, don't w- Achoo! Don't worry-" You sniffled, breaking out into another sneezing fit, gripping the edges of your blanket that kept you warm from how cold you were.

"Well, I'm going to worry. You're burning up, sneezing uncontrollably, and all bundled up as if you're in Antarctica!" Your girlfriend replied as she went to grab her thermometer from the closet next to the bathroom.

"I told you I was fine Wands," You groaned, putting your head in your hands as the redhead fussed over you.

"You certainly don't look like someone fine, Y/n-" She rolled her eyes, turning you around to face her as she stuck the stick in your mouth.

"B- Mmph!" You said in a muffled voice, looking down at the thermometer before looking back up at your girlfriend with a glare. "I don't like you..."

"Shush Dekta-" Wanda quieted you, pressing a finger to your lips once she had taken the instrument out of your mouth. "101," She sighed, looking at you with concerned eyes. "You need to get back to bed,"

"I can't, you know that!" You replied, "I have so much to do. A little fever isn't going to stop me!"

"Then I will," Your girlfriend said sternly, picking you up in a swift motion before walking you to your shared bedroom. "Stay here, and I'll be right back. Don't move-" She instructed you before leaving the room as quickly as she entered it.

You sighed, plopping down onto your pillow as your body decompressed, your arms pulling a blanket over you for any inch of relief for your cold body.

"Stupid flu," You mumbled, grabbing a tissue box for your nose, too tired to get up and throw the used ones away. "Why don't you just make your kids stay home?"

You lay there in misery, cuddling up against your blanket like a child clinging to their mom through sniffles and coughs.

"I'm back sweetheart," Wanda smiled softly as you noticed her figure appear through your half-open eyes, hearing her lowering her voice to make sure your head didn't hurt from her volume.

"Hmm..." You hummed, taking one of your girlfriend's hands in your own. "Missed you,"

Wanda chuckled, kissing your forehead to check the temperature once again before handing you some medicine.

"Take these, okay Dekta?" The redhead cooed, handing you the pills and some water, watching as you took it and made a face.

"Ew- I thought pills weren't supposed to be icky..." You groaned.

"I'm sorry baby," The green-eyed girl in front of you smiled sympathetically. "I know they taste bad, but you did good by taking them,"

"Wands, you don't need to take care of me, I ca-"

"But I want to, I like making sure you're alright," She chuckled, reassuring you by gently placing her hand on your chest to keep you down on the bed.

"Alright bu- Achoo!" You sneezed once again, rubbing your reddened nose as you grabbed a tissue to blow your nose.

"Come here baby," Wanda smiled, kissing the top of your head before pulling you into her lap, allowing you to rest your head on her shoulder.

"No, I'll get you sick!" You protested, weakly pulling yourself away.

"I got my vaccine, and I already had it earlier this year, I'll be okay. Please don't worry, I'm alright,"

"You sure?" You whimpered.

"Yes, Dekta. I have a strong immune system, and I'll shower extra deeply," She pressed a kiss to the tip of your reddened nose.

You laughed, wrapping your arms around her waist as a replacement for a blanket.

"I feel like a baby," You giggled before sneezing yet again.

"You're just sick. We're all big babies when we're sick," The older woman chuckled.

"I'm just really sorry I got sick..." You said, looking up at your girlfriend with an apologetic expression present on your features that only made the redhead laugh.

"Dekta, it's not your fault," She assured you, patting your head with a smile. "Now, why don't you go to bed and try and get yourself feeling better, okay?"

You nodded; your eyes fluttering shut as you lay in the arms of your love, your thoughts and fears fading like they always did whenever you were with Wanda.

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What if Mrs Jeong has a really bad baby fever and all she wants is her husband to put a baby in her? Then Mr Jeong strictly warned Jen to keep Hannie busy as they would be occupied with an important task but their walls aren’t soundproofed anyway, so Jen could hear them going at it all day. 😂

[3:38PM]

GENRE: fluff and smut

WARNINGS: horny parents that fuck like bunnies, unprotected sex, creampies and yes creampieS, fingering, kissing, praising, degrading, spanking, rough sex, many positions, oral sex (f receiving), squirting, nipple play, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, and a good soft aftercare.

BUHDABING!

jaehyun sighs and picks up his phone, another message from you. a tiktok to be more specific. it was your one-millionth video you had sent him today and all of them were of babies.

baby ma: video attachment.

baby ma: babe :c

he could hear your whiny voice through the screen.

baby ma: look at the babbyyyyyy

baby ma: isn’t she so cute?!!

jaehyun sighs and clicks on the attachment sent. a soft laugh corrupts from his throat when hearing the giggle escape from the little one. jaehyun begins to type after watching the video several times in a roll.

me: yes, she is

me: but no more babies

me: period.

you’re quick to respond which shocks him.

baby ma: but, babeee?? we only have hannie

baby ma: don’t you want another? 🥺

me: you wanna deal with this again?

me: video attachment.

jaehyun looks up with a confused grin when hearing you let out a roar of laughter coming from the next room.

me: do your work, baby and don’t make me tell you again or you’ll regret it.

baby ma: make me regret it then and while you’re at it, make me pregnant too, thanks! :D

jaehyun rolls his eyes your response. “such a horny punk.” he tsks.

not even five minutes later and jaehyun receives another message— from you, of course.

baby ma: video attachment.

baby ma: video attachment.

i replied to baby ma; video attachment— this video is just telling me that if we were to even have another baby, it would act just like you.

baby ma: WHAT

baby ma: I DONT ACT LIKE THAT JEONG

me: sure you don’t. :)

baby ma: SHIT UP

baby ma: SHUT*

baby ma: UP

jaehyun laughs and sets his phone down. “adorable.” he sighs with a head shake.

BUHDABING!

he sighs and picks up his phone. of course, it’s from you, again.

baby ma: video attachment.

baby ma: loooooookkkkkkk

baby ma: aaaaawwwwew

me: whys it looking at me like that?

me: 🤨

baby ma: JAE SHUT UP

as jaehyun goes to click his phone off, you text with another video.

baby ma: video attachment.

me: we can make a cuter baby.

baby ma: BE NICE

baby ma: but can we???

me: i’ll race you to the car ;)

jaehyun sits back with sigh and finally stands up, he does a quick stretch before shutting his laptop, swiping his keys off his desk, and taking is jacket off the coat hanger in the corner of his room.

“liz,” the black headed girl looked up from her computer screen and nodded. “cancel all of my meetings and calls today. i must run home, my wife.. is in a mood at the moment.” she clears her throat as she stifles a giggle.

in a mood, short meaning for baby fever.

“got it— have a good evening and drive safe, mr jeong.” jaehyun says the same and leaves the building. he enters the parking lot and huffs before fishing for his phone that was going off with notifications.

baby ma : babe, you’re taking foreverrrrr

baby ma: it’s been hours, where are youuuu?

jaehyun chuckles and tucks away his phone with a head shake. “so damn needy.” he says and finally makes it to the car.

“hey, sexy.” you purr, pushing yourself off the car. “hey, gorgeous. my needy girl.” he says with a teasing scrunched face. “am not.” you scoff as he opens your car door. “just get in— and, before we get into the baby making process, i need to eat. i’m hungry, again.”

he starts the engine. “why eat food when you can eat me out? boom, problem solved.” jaehyun laughs and you stare in shock. “what?” you question. “i can do that after i have a bucket of fried chicken.”

you sigh and click your seatbelt together. “i guess i could eat, too.”

jaehyun pulls away from your lips when pushing the front door open. “jen!” jaehyun calls out, holding you close to his chest.

“y—yes?!” jen comes running in with a tiny dress on, a tiny sparkly tiara and some fake clip on earrings. “sorry, hannie made me.” the plastic heels clicked on the floor with each step jen took.

you and jaehyun laugh when hearing hannie call for jen to come back because she wasn’t finished with the makeover.

jaehyun presses his lips to your ear and whispers, “i want you upstairs in our bedroom and i want you naked when i get back. nothing but your panties.” he then pats your hip telling you to quickly go— which you do.

“alright, jen,” jaehyun pulls out his wallet and pulls out a few hundred bills. “mrs jeong and i need a few hours to ourselves for.. work. so, if you could possible stay the night and just keep hannie busy— that would be great.” he hisses and decides fuck it. “ah, im sure this is $400– here.” he shoves the bills into jen’s hands which shocks her.

“w—wait— mr jeong, i can’t take this?!” she attempts to hand the bills back but, jaehyun steps back. “you can and you will. just keep her busy until she’s done for the night and when she falls asleep, you can head out or spend the night— whatever is fine.”

jen stutters and counts the bills— $600. clearly, jaehyun couldn’t count or he just didn’t care to. “thanks, jen. you’re doing mrs jeong and i a huge favor.” jaehyun gives a nod and a quick smile before rushing upstairs but, not without taking a quick glance in the living room.

there hannie was, organizing her play makeup and her makeover things. she was humming a tune which sounded like it was from tangled but, jaehyun was unsure.

as soon as jaehyun hits the top of the stairs, he untangles his belt and undoes his jeans. he pushes the door open to see you in bed, sitting on your back with your elbows propping you up.

“so perfect.” he sighs and locks the door shut. your eyes wander down as his pink cock springs free. “ah, ah.” jaehyun shakes his head when you sit up and try to grab his cock. “tonight is all about you. all you.” he grabs ahold of your ankles and drags you down to the end of the bed.

“let’s take a look at this pretty pussy that is begging to be touched.” your panties were damp. you had been having constant baby fever for a whole three weeks.

“yes, jae— please touch me.” you spread your legs wider. he smirks and drags your panties to one side, his pointer finger runs down your slit before slipping into your cunt.

jaehyun looks up when hearing you moan. “how does it feel, gorgeous?” your breathing becomes short and your chest heaves while your hips buck. “cmon,” he slows his hand. “tell me, love. how does it feel?” he repeats. “s—so, fucking good.” your head falls back.

a small smirk quirks on his lips and he continues to thrust his fingers into your cunt. “i can just smell your sweetness.” he whispers, bringing his eyes up to yours and then his mouth down to your clit.

“oh, my—?!” a heavy gasp corrupts your throat as a gush of pleasure hits you. “b—babe!” your fingers fights the urge to yank at his hair. jaehyuns eyes shift to your hands that pleaded to give a slight tug on his black locks.

jaehyun reaches for your hand and drags your hand to his hair. your body hits the mattress making the two of you bounce lightly.

“oh, god,” you cry out, bringing your knees up to your elbows and tugging more roughly at his hair— you swore it could’ve fallen out if you’d tugged harder. “b—babe— it’s too much!” your legs tremble in pleasure.

a chuckle corrupts your clit making you squirm. jaehyuns fingers curl, hitting your sweet spot in the most pleasurable way.

“p—please, baby! please?!” you plead, letting go of his locks and cry out. jaehyun pulls his mouth away and sits up but, his fingers don’t pull away— they keep put, buried in your pussy.

you bring your fingers to your mouth and you attempt to muffle your moans and cries. you clamp your legs shut as your bladder lets go— letting you squirt all over the sheets and his arm.

“there we go, gorgeous,” jaehyun coos. “there we go.” finally, his fingers are pulled away from your pussy, leaving you empty. “what a mess my needy girl has made.” jaehyun frowns and examines the wet sheets.

your sides dip with the mattress as jaehyun climbs above you, his body hovering above yours with this dominant aura that intimated you.

“one down,” he breaths. “and, many more to go.” your body quivers in pleasure. “you ready for my dick, baby?” you nod.

jaehyun spreads your legs apart, again. he softly strokes himself before sliding in without a struggle. “there we go.” he says, again while slowly moving his hips.

your eyes flutter and you wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in. “jae,” he looks down at you. “i want it hard,” jaehyun slowly smiles. “and rough.” he groans with a half chuckle as pushes his chest off yours.

“you’ve got it, baby.” he grunts out and slowly begins to pound his hips. “babe,” you cup his face. “rough and hard.” you repeat.

your head sinks down between the pile of pillows as jaehyun slams his hips against yours. the head of his dick generously kisses your sweet spot.

“how’s that?” you nod, trembling hands reaching for his shoulder but his hand slams against yours. “it feel.. so.. too good.” his fingers tangle with yours as he speaks to you while pounding his hips.

you shake your head, feeling another orgasm arrive. “baby— i’m cumming.” it came out as a whimper “that’s okay. cum on my dick, gorgeous. show me how good i make you feel.”

your hand squeezes his as your orgasm hits hard and slow. it takes you a few minutes to recover from your second orgasm of the evening.

“you okay, baby?” jaehyun hovers above you. “yeah.. yeah..” you breathe slowly. “want some water?” you nod with a tired grin. “i’ll be back— don’t fall asleep on me.” he warns in a gentle tone and climbs off the bed.

you hear a few shuffles before the door opening and closing shut.

jaehyun clears his throat as he makes his way downstairs. it was six and jen was still with hannie— thankfully.

“daddy!” hannie squeals when catching a glance at her dad walking past the living room. “hey, baby!” jaehyun turns when hearing pitter platters on the floor.

“i missed you, daddy!” she jumps and jaehyun catches her. “ooohhh, daddy missed you, too.” he presses a kiss on her cheek and softly laughs.

jen clears her throat and tucks her hand in her jeans. “yeah, she’s been asking about you and mrs jeong all day.” jaehyun frowns and plants another kiss on hannies cheek.

“yeah, where’s mommy, daddy?” jaehyun inhales sharply and clears his throat. “mommy,” he drags out while walking to the kitchen. “she’s asleep right now. she’s very sick so daddy has to bring her some water.”

hannie pouts— she had your big pouty lips. “mommy’s sick?” jaehyun nods and sits hannie on the island counter. “she’s super sick.” jaehyun reaches in the cup cupboard and grabs a nice tall glass.

“can i see mommy?” jaehyun tenses up while filling up the glass. “sure— but, very quickly. mommy and daddy don’t want you to get sick, too.” hannie kicks her feet with a wide grin.

“i miss my mommy.” she says with a sigh and it slowly melts jaehyuns heart.

jaehyun picks hannie up and slips past jen without a word. jen follows quietly and quickly. “mommy,” jaehyun knocks on the door with his hand resting on the handle. “me, hannie, and jen are coming in.” he waits and listens to the soft shuffles before opening into the room.

jen takes a step in before stopping herself— the scent of sex assaults her nose.

“hey, sweet girl.” you mumble to the girl glued on jaehyuns hip. “hi, mommy. i missed you so much.” hannie holds back the urge to hug and kiss you. “aw, mommy missed you, too, baby.”

“mommy is so sick, right?” your jaw wobbles in confusion as your eyes glance from jaehyun to hannie to jaehyun then hannie. “i— y—yes, mommy is so sick.” you fake a cough and hannie covers the lower half of her face.

hannie turns and rests her chin on jaehyuns shoulder. “i don’t wanna get sick, daddy.” jaehyun hides his satisfied grin as he slowly walks out the room. “i know— go with jen, she’ll take you to the store so you can get whatever you want— okay?” hannie gasps and nods.

“bye, mommy! i love you!” she squeals to you with a wave as she climbs into jen’s arms. “uhh, jen,” jaehyun reaches on the dresser and swipes his wallet. “i gave you all i’d pulled out this morning so, use one of the bills and i’ll just give you another one tomorrow.” jen nods and walks downstairs with hannie.

jaehyun makes sure the coast is clear before closing and locking the door. “here’s your water, baby.” he hands the glass to you. “thank you— my throat is really dry so, thank you.” you chug until it’s nearly empty.

“cmon,” jaehyun takes the glass from you and sets it aside. “let’s continue.” you whine and toss yourself back down onto the pile of pillows. “ugh— it hasn’t even been ten minutes!” you groan in frustration. “it has, actually.” he tears off his clothes and yanks the blanket off of your naked body.

“there she is.” jaehyun licks his lips while his eyes devour your naked body. “babe,” you whine feeling the cold breeze hit your body. “don’t hide yourself— let me see how pretty you are.”

jaehyun parts your legs and bites his lip when feeling your wetness immediately coat his fingers. “still so wet, hm.”

your hand reaches down to his wrist and he slips his fingers in and begins to thrust his fingers. the buzzing feeling taking over your clit.

“j—jae,” you gasp, hips stuttering as you hide the urge to clamp your legs shut. “‘s too much.” you breathe out, slowly shutting your legs and turning on your side. “hm? can you repeat yourself?” jaehyun follows you, his fingers moving slower. “it’s too much!” you didn’t expect to yell but, you did.

“oh,” jaehyuns tone of voice drops. “there’s no need to yell.” he finally pulls his fingers out making you let out a sigh of relief. “i—im sorry, it was an a—accident. i wasn’t expecting my tone to be so l—loud—?” you gasp and turn your head when feeling jaehyun slip in his cock.

jaehyun softly scoffs as he slowly moves his hips. “i—i wasn’t ready!” jaehyun pins your hand in front of you and leans forward, lifting him more onto his knees. “that’s okay, let’s take our time.” liar.

the man leaves you a whining mess as he picks up his pace, pounding his hips against yours. his soft skin smacking against yours.

“y—you’re s—such a liar!” you grumble out, gasping and gripping around for something to stable you. your hand falls above you, straight onto the headboard as your head slightly smacks against it from jaehyuns rough thrusts.

it doesn’t take you a while before your third orgasm releases— jaehyuns followed shortly after.

“no, no,” jaehyun flips you on your back and notices your tears. he grabs your jaw and wipes your tears. “don’t cry— you wanted this, gorgeous.” your chin wobbles— he’s right, you did want it.

“it’s just,” you sniffle. “it feels so overwhelming.” jaehyun leans forward and presses a kiss on your forehead. “what does, baby. talk to me.” he continues to press soft kisses on your face and body. “having to cum so much— that was my third orgasm of the night.”

“fourth,” he corrects you— which he’s right about. your first orgasm of the evening was on the way back home. “and you did so so good. i’m so proud of you.”

slowly, the man flips you on your belly. “feel where i’m touching you, baby.” his hand was softly rubbing your belly. “this is where our baby is gonna be in— our baby is gonna grow in here.”

you start feeling yourself cry, again. he’s right once again. you want another baby so bad. so so bad.

“jae,” jaehyun hums, grabbing a pillow and slightly fluffing it before stuffing it under your hips. “please put a baby in there.” your voice was faint and it came out as a whimper. “that’s the agenda, gorgeous.” jaehyun teases your slit with the head of his cock before gently sliding in.

“be gentle, please. no more being rough, slow.” you grab jaehyuns pillow and you hug it. “okay, baby. no more being rough— got it.” he plants a kiss on your shoulder.

jaehyun listened and was gentle the whole time. he praised you with sweet nothings and made sure you felt relaxed and comfortable.

“can you give me another one?” orgasm, he meant. instead of answering, you nod. “good girl.” jaehyun softly praises while rocking his hips.

your grip tightens around the pillow as your orgasm plus jaehyuns crashes onto you like a tsunami. “that’s it, baby.” jaehyun says while still rocking his hip slowly.

finally, after a few minutes of staying put, he pulls out and gives your ass a nice smack. “tired?” you nod, slowly drifting off. it was already past midnight.

“okay, baby. let’s get you cleaned up and then you can sleep, okay?” you give a grunt instead of answering.

jaehyun climbs off the bed and retrieves a washcloth from the bathroom. “it might be cold, im sorry.” jaehyun wipes between your legs making you wince at the sensitivity. “want some more water?” he notices the empty cup. you nod, again.

he takes your cup and refills it. as jaehyun goes back upstairs, he cheeks in on hannie and sees she’s asleep with her favorite sheep stuffie. he softly smiles and goes back to the room.

“baby?” no response. jaehyun sets the cup down on your nightstand and climbs in next to you. “goodnight, i love you.” he presses one last kiss before hugging you tightly and shutting his eyes.

what a night.

A/N: thank you for reading and anon, thank you for requesting! i had fun writing this. my baby fever is going up so high right now it’s seriously so dangerous.

#nctsplug02 #ash talks #nct smut #anon #nct scenarios #nct imagines #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #nct 127 #jung jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun fluff #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #nct dilf #nct dad au #jen the babysitter

[meimi-haneoka]

Report of CLAMP’s Twitter Space ~ May 5th, 2023 (part concerning Cardcaptor Sakura Clear Card)

On May 5th, CLAMP opened two Twitter Spaces, one as a late celebration of Ohkawa's birthday and one as an "afterparty", dedicating this second one both to the Holic stage play and Cardcaptor Sakura Clear Card. Actually, the mentions of Sakura-related stuff started already in the first Space, so I'm going to write the report starting from that one!

The first mention of anything CCS related is past halfway the first Space, when a question from a fan prompted CLAMP to talk about their current favorite Sakura costumes! (It seems one of them - I think it was Mokona - was about to speak about a certain costume and Ohkawa interrupted her, laughing: "That's too soon!! That's a spoiler! 😂" what a tease!) For Satsuki, her favorite costume is the classic cat one with the apron, from Clow Card Arc (side note, it seems she still had a strained back and that's also the reason why they couldn't celebrate with a Space on the actual day of Ohkawa's birthday), while for Nekoi it's the costume with shorts and diamond shapes all over it from the Clow Card Arc (when she had to sneak into a museum). For Mokona it's the bat-themed coat she had designed for the manga chapter (Sakura Card Arc) when Sakura went out with a fever, and she wore over her pajama this coat Tomoyo made her to keep her warm. Lastly, for Ohkawa it's the costume from volume 3 / the Clear Card anime OP, even though she knows it's one of the most complex ones (but she loves that it mixes both cuteness and a more mature vibe)! If she had to choose a simpler one, then it would be the classic Clow Card anime OP! Mokona also mentioned the fan favorite frog costume from Clear Card Arc, which it seems got a very slight criticism by Ohkawa because it looked too "childish", but Mokona was glad that in the end they used it anyway. Ohkawa actually explained that what she meant was more how it looked too "simple" and more reminiscing of a raincoat than a proper costume. And this is when the first interesting info comes!

A fan indicated the costume of chapter 36/37 of Clear Card as one of their favorite, and Ohkawa confirmed that they got a lot of praises for that....and then...

Ohkawa: This will become slightly spoilerish, but there is actually a reason why Sakura didn't wear (officially) this costume yet! 😉 Please stay tuned!

A few minutes later, a fan asked Ohkawa about what is usually “the driving force” that pushes her forward when she’s writing her stories. Ohkawa replied: “The end. The end is what’s most important to me. Even in Clear Card Arc’s case, the only reason why I’m doing it is because of the finale, that I decided right away and came to me like a spark. When that doesn’t happen, I get bored halfway through. To be honest, with Clear Card Arc it’s not even exactly the finale. There’s a certain event I wanted to write for it at all costs. If it wasn’t for that, I would’ve never given the OK to restart ‘CCSakura’ once again.” Nekoi: “So for the sake of the end, the story spun on itself and started once again.”

Another fan asked right after if there was any highlight they are looking forward to for the sequel of the Clear Card anime, and here CLAMP confirmed that the cast of voice actors will of course be the same! So they said that’s certainly a highlight. They also mentioned how the peak of the story will come all in the part that’s going to be portrayed in the anime from now on, so all of that is another highlight in itself. Ohkawa looks forward to hear Sakura Tange as Sakura once again. Then, talking about the source material for a moment: Ohkawa: “It took a long time, and we’ve been told that the story is kinda boring, but please trust me. They tell me I take long time to reveal all the “tricks” beneath the story but there’s a reason for that. Just wait a little more~ 😊”

Mokona mentioned that she personally looks forward to see how the director (Asaka, I guess) will portray the world inside the book where the kids go to halfway though the play (She’s talking about Clockland, of course 😊). They also wondered how they will portray the Mirror Card and the important role she will have in the later part of the story, Ohkawa in particular said Mirror has always been a very special Card (it’s one of the only 3 who can speak).

This is the content for the first Space! Only a few minutes later, CLAMP opened one more Space to focus on the Holic stage play and to talk about Sakura. Skipping to the Sakura content, a fan asked if Meiling is going to appear in the sequel of the Clear Card anime, since they liked her relationship with Syaoran, particularly the scene where they fought together. Ohkawa: “She won’t probably join a battle, but of course she’s going to appear!” (everyone clapped their hands) Mokona: “The funny thing is, when we started working on the Clear Card manga, I was wondering why Meiling didn’t appear...and then I remembered she was an anime-only character!!😂I had my memories messed up!”

Following that, Ohkawa announced something we were all hoping for as if it were nothing of importance 😂 Ohkawa: “This is something no one cares about, and I know they haven’t announced it for the new anime adaptation yet, but the script writer will be me, Nanase Ohkawa” (everyone clapped) Ohkawa: “It’s really nothing important” Mokona: “It is, instead! Thank you very much!” Mokona: “You’ll be working again with that director…” Ohkawa: “Yep, it’s real. I said I would’ve never written any more anime scripts, all on my own…” Mokona: “But since we’re rooting for you…! 😂” Ohkawa: “I’m saying this just to laugh a bit, but when I write the anime scripts, I enter my ‘nursing care mode’, I just can’t do anything else, I’ll be causing lots of trouble to the other CLAMP members who will have to take care of me...I’ll have to do this job alone, it’s a solo trip! 😅” Mokona: “The Costume design…” Ohkawa: “That’s going to be yours, who else? (to the audience) Mokona-san is going to be in charge of that.”

SO we got three important confirmations (+ the seiyuu cast one in the first Space) for the new anime sequel in the matter of a few minutes!! 😂And all of them are “spoilers”, meaning that none of this has been announced through official channels 😂But they were pretty expected...Ohkawa later in the Space said that she’s perfectly aware that Kodansha will probably get mad at her later for doing that! She said “They’re going to kick my as* right after Golden Week….but it’s okay!” 😆

After this, CLAMP were kind enough to read my message of deep appreciation for the story (Mokona said she wants to go to Italy! I wish conventions planners in Italy could take the hint…! 😂), and Ohkawa made me laugh as usual with her comments about Kaito:

Ohkawa: “This person...doesn’t think something like ‘come on, grow a pair and do the right thing!!’ towards Kaito?” Mokona: “Ah, I think it’s because she actually loves him a lot, at least that’s what it looks like! 😁” Ohkawa: “I see, I’m really grateful then 😁” Mokona: “Kaito-san should really stop messing around, though 😆”

Mokona then remembered that back when the old Sakura anime was airing, they had 2 manga serializations + the anime series to work on at the same time, and her blunt comment was “it was hell, back then”. Ohkawa: “I’m sure there are people out there who would’ve wanted somebody else as scriptwriter...sorry about that, but it’s going to be me! 😅 Actually, I haven’t even asked permission to anyone to announce these things, after all, isn’t it taken for granted at this point? Only me can do it” Mokona: “You’ve been doing this since the beginning, after all”

Ohkawa explained that there are several not-so-small differences between the anime and manga storylines, so the fact that she’s the only one writing the scripts makes everything simpler. She brought up a thing that many fans are interested in, the fact that Nadeshiko’s pendant watch from the manga is actually a key in the anime. If somebody else were to take over at this point, they wouldn’t know how to deal with that difference, because they wouldn’t know why the change was made in the first place. But since Ohkawa is taking care of it, it’s all right! Mokona said that she’s really curious to know what’s going on with Nadeshiko’s key in the anime, and what would be the developments from that. Ohkawa: “You have to trust Sakura-chan for that, not me!” Mokona: “But I believe in your storytelling skills! 😆”

Mokona then said that since the anime and manga storylines end up mixing up in her head, she’s refraining from watching the anime till everything is over. She brought up the example of Meiling of earlier on, and Ohkawa took the chance to express how wonderful the anime adaptation is and how much Meiling is loved by the fans, despite not being present in the manga.

Surprisingly enough, they also mentioned how fastly the season changed in the latest part of the story, jumping suddenly to winter. Satsuki pointed out that for most of the story the season didn’t change at all, and that the seasons actually reflect the situation of the story. When Satsuki said that, I realized it’s really true. And thanks to this comment, I think I might have understood even better why there’s a swallow coming to little wintery Kaito in the color page of chapter 62. Swallows announce the spring, after all… A fan asked a question about the handwritten text that appears in Cardcaptor Sakura, whether it’s Mokona’s real handwriting or it was created that way specifically for the manga (particularly, some kana have a little swirl that makes them cuter). Mokona confirmed that it was created specifically for the manga: in the old series she used to make it more round and cuter, but for Clear Card Arc she realized that a text like that impaired the readability, so she used more straight lines (though in the comedy parts she still tried to make it more rounded, but she admitted that there aren’t that many comedy parts in Clear Card 😅). Another fan sent a message saying they really love Lilie and would like to live with a person like her and Ohkawa was really curious to know what kind of person they thought she is, and what it is they like about her. Mokona: “Maybe she likes her assertiveness, which is very reminiscing of Akiho.”

That was for CLAMP an opportunity to talk about magicians in CLAMP world and how strong magic can distort their personality quite a bit! Mokona wondered if even Lilie is affected by this peculiarity in CLAMP world, since it is a thing (she remembered Momo talked about it in the manga), and in the end they decided to not reveal clearly whether her personality is distorted or not to not spoil the volume-only readers, because it became clear only in the chapter published last month, but invited them to guess the correct answer with a hint: “She became Nadeshiko’s friend, after all”. 😁 They also said that Lilie’s “pushy” nature is an interesting and nice trait of her. That lead CLAMP to make a list of their characters who are considered magicians:

Clow Reed – Yuuko – Fay – Syaoran (CCS) – Yuna D. Kaito – Sakura Kinomoto – Watanuki

and those who haven’t their personality “messed up” are Sakura, Syaoran, Watanuki (they say he’s on the edge, though 😆) and Ohkawa was surprised to find out that it’s almost half of them! Mokona also mentioned King Ashura from Celes country, but Ohkawa reminded her that his powers had severely messed up his personality. Then someone reminded them of Fei Wang, and of course he’s one whose personality was distorted greatly by magic, Mokona commented that the distortion went as far as it could go with him 😅

Ohkawa went further with the topic, telling a fun trivia about powerful magicians with distorted personality. She established that all people with very strong magic powers bear a burden on themselves. Supposed someone were to ask them to act properly in a situation without messing around, they’re people who don’t understand how to do that. They end up thinking 'what a bother, though'. Some of them, among that confusion, make up their own rules and become people like Clow Reed. Others just keep thinking 'it’s a bother, just a bother' and eventually end up thinking 'I don’t give a damn about it': those are the people like Fay or Yuna D. Kaito. 😆

Ohkawa: “Those two had a completely different life, though. Because Kaito had Akiho. So I guess for him it’s a bit different. But if someone were to tell him ‘You, sit down there’ he’d be like ‘Damn, I don’t want to sit down, I want to go back home’. Kaito wouldn’t just ‘sit down’. 😆Fay neither!” Mokona: “Those two are really similar” Ohkawa: “Yet they’ve lead a completely different life. My bad, but in my story Kaito became all ‘what a bore this, what a bore that’ 😅” Mokona: “I guess that can’t be helped for him, because he was severely abused and faced very rough life situations” Ohkawa: “Yeah, that’s right” Mokona: “Fay had Sakura-hime with him, so I wish those parts of him could be tamed for what it’s possible, much like it happened for Kaito with Akiho” Ohkawa: “That would be good, although I don’t know if those parts can ever settle down 😅” Mokona: “Yeah, after all, no one knows what goes through the minds of those magicians 😆”

A fan pointed out that Seishirou could be also included in the list of magicians, but Ohkawa explained he’s more of a shaman than an actual magician and those two shouldn’t be mixed up. It seems the kind of magic they summon is different.

The Space was supposed to end, but then Ohkawa had the sudden idea to ask her colleagues what’s the Card (from any arc) they would want to use the most! For Mokona it’s Fly or Flight (because she’d like to fly like a drone to somewhere, at least once 😆), for Ohkawa it’s Mirror from Clow Card Arc (because she always wanted to have a twin!! No one realized that, sensei), for Satsuki is Create and for Nekoi it’s Lucid (because she’d want to hide in uncomfortable moments 😆).

CLAMP also ended up mentioning, in their chat about the Cards, that it’s sad the Flight Card disappeared, due to its closeness to Sakura and the fact that it’s almost as if this Card had feelings of its own, even more than the old Fly Card.

Ohkawa, throughout the Space, reiterated her request to the fans to keep reading Clear Card’s story till the very end, even if right now they’re thinking ‘I would’ve wanted it to be more like this, instead’ or ‘This isn’t the kind of story I like’. She said in an earlier part of the Space that she’s aware there might be some parts difficult to understand, but that this is at the very core Sakura’s story. For her, as Cardcaptor Sakura’s writer, what makes Sakura the protagonist of this story is the fact that she’s the one deciding what to do within the story. That’s what a main character is for her, even when the “camera” of the storytelling is aiming at someone who’s not the protagonist. She talked to the volume-only readers, saying “If you keep reading and see what Sakura has decided in the next volume, I think you’ll realize just how much she’s grown up”. Mokona agreed, saying that Sakura has always chosen for herself, even in the past arcs.

Ohkawa: “In Cardcaptor Sakura’s story, Sakura always chooses how to take action, so I think it’s ok for me to variate a little bit what kind of main character she’s going to be. My partners Mokona, Nekoi and Sacchan are drawing this story with lots of care, so I’d like for you to keep reading it. Right now volume 14 is out, and when you’ll read it, I’m sure many of you will think ‘Kaito, you…!!! 💢’ 😂” Mokona: “They’re going to feel the same way Momo is feeling 😂”

And here sensei switched to another very important topic.

Ohkawa: “Apparently, the translation abroad is completely different” Mokona: “I guess it’s very difficult to convey the right meaning of some complex words” Ohkawa: “I’ve been told once ‘I just can’t translate it like this’ by the person who’s in charge of the translation. I think it’s great that they still want to try their best with a script like this one.” Ohkawa: “It’s just, you know...I can’t ask people who don’t understand Japanese to read it in our language. Therefore, I’m really grateful that they’re uploading those versions on Youtube, despite the translation being different. Especially with CCSakura right now, if the translation is different, it will end up conveying a different meaning (to the story) 😅(note: her tone right now suggests she’s uncomfortable about this) But still, I’m grateful they’re delivering the chapters to the whole world.” “I’m aware there’s someone (else) who’s writing blog posts about the translation because they feel uncomfortable about those differences, and if you can just look at those, I think it’s already enough. For example, something that really surprised me is how the word わからずや (wakarazuya) cannot be translated properly. (note: she’s referring to the ‘insult’ Momo yells after Kaito before he’s engulfed by the book at the end of chapter 70, and that Lilie mutters in chapter 72). It seems like there isn’t a word to express it. This is really a subtlety, though… There seem to be many words that aren’t perfectly translatable into English. Like 頑張れ！(ganbare!)” Satsuki: “よろしく (yoroshiku) too.” Ohkawa: “That’s right. Or 仕事 (shigoto).” Mokona: “Since the culture is different too, they have to look for a word that’s got the closest meaning to that one.” Ohkawa: “I think the people in charge are really doing their best, but when I’ve heard of (how they translated that word), I didn’t really feel good about it.” (Mokona: “yes, it’s true”). Mokona: “Even the official translation can be wrong! It’s totally understandable” Ohkawa: “I know. I guess translating わからずや is really difficult, but I think you’ll still able to understand it if you consider the feelings of that character in that moment.” Nekoi: “It's more like ‘blockhead’ ” Ohkawa: “When re-translating the word they chose back (in our language), I felt like it got translated into something closer to 馬鹿 (baka).” (note: the ENG used "dolt" which indeed got more of a "stupid" nuance) Mokona: “Ah, that’s not what she meant…” Ohkawa: “And to us, 馬鹿 means something completely different”. (Mokona agrees)

Ohkawa: “Even so, I think it’s still worth uploading the chapters officially on Youtube, so please keep checking them out. At the same time, I’m really grateful to those who point out where (the translation) got it wrong.” Mokona: “There’s really a language barrier!” Ohkawa continued saying that she’s often told by translators that it’s difficult to understand what’s the subject (of a sentence) in her writing. She brought as an example how, to this day, Yue still doesn’t have a personal pronoun he uses to refer to himself, so that makes difficult to establish the subject when he talks. Mokona wondered how the translations abroad are dealing with translating how non-human characters are referring to themselves, when in Japanese they don’t use pronouns such as “ore” or “watashi”. Ohkawa guessed that probably in foreign languages it doesn’t really matter. Despite being really grateful to all the people who are translating her work with care, she expressed lots of interest on this topic and would also like to talk to them freely about this matter, because it’s true that there are parts that are translated differently (note: or wrong, the word used can indicate both).

She extended her gratitude also to people who give their comments and impressions about every single chapter, reading them on Nakayoshi or Youtube, even when those comments are really harsh towards them and their work. Ohkawa: “I’m also very grateful to those who tackle the translation differences every month, saying things like ‘This is not right’ or ‘This is not what they’re actually saying!’” Mokona: “We could call it ‘collective knowledge’, or rather, we could really say this world is built by what everyone is saying, in a collective effort” Ohkawa: “It’s my fault, but since Momo’s wording is a bit difficult to translate, she might have been misunderstood (abroad).”

Changing topic slightly, but always staying in the CCSakura area, Ohkawa reiterated how this is Sakura’s story, and she would like us to read it till the end to witness how Sakura figured out what she can do for someone she’s just met (like Akiho), coming from a position of someone who’s always been protected and guarded by other people till now. She wants us to see how much she’s grown up going through that process. Ohkawa: “Mokona praised a lot the conversation between Sakura and Akiho in the script I’ve written for the latest chapter, which hasn’t been published into volume format yet, so I can’t say much about it…. All four of us are taking good care of portraying properly how both Sakura and Akiho will do what they can, each in their own way, so I really want you to see it.”

While repeating the fact that Ohkawa will be the one writing the scripts for the sequel of the anime, Mokona commented that she really doesn’t think anyone but her can do it. Ohkawa said “I know this myself, but if you’ll end up saying 'This is not ‘Sakura’!' because of the direction it’ll take in the future, well...sorry about that”. She saw some fans commenting in the hashtag that they were happy and relieved that she’s at the script writing again, and Mokona said the same. She was very grateful.

Ohkawa: “Sakura-chan will always be the same Sakura-chan (you’ve known till now). Cardcaptor Sakura is the story of the main character Sakura who will choose for herself what to do within the story.” Mokona: “Please watch carefully Sakura’s choice ❤️”. Ohkawa: “Really...Someone might end up telling Kaito 'Ugh, Kaito, sit down there!' (in reference to the magicians discussion earlier on) 😂” Mokona: “I really think that will happen! 😂 I think so too about him” Ohkawa: “And Syaoran...Syaoran will still have a little role! He really did his best, till now.” Mokona: “It’ll be good if he can get to have a say in this” Ohkawa: “I think he will. Really, everyone is doing their best, so...I really hope you’ll stick around to see it.” In response to a fan comment, saying how they like Sakura’s character because she is who she is, they said “We have no intention to betray that. That’s what makes her the main character and betraying the main character is not okay”. Satsuki mused that Sakura-chan was still an elementary schooler till the other day, she’s worked hard and she’s grown up so much now.

At this point they finally started wrapping the Space up with one last birthday wish for Ohkawa from each CLAMP member, while she jokingly (?) asked everyone to write again “Happy Birthday” in the hashtag. 😂 Mokona wished her the best with the imminent work on the anime scripts (judging by her words, she’ll start as soon as the scripts for the manga will be over), which she could already predict it’ll be a difficult job, even more so than the first time around. Satsuki also wished her to take care of her health since she’ll be very busy from now on, and that she hopes to be able to drink some delicious drinks with her soon. Nekoi expressed her love for her “boss” telling her that she still keeps a hat she got from Ohkawa when they weren’t professional mangaka yet ❤️ Ohkawa: “Do you love me?” Nekoi: “I do, a lot ❤️” Ohkawa: “Thank youuuu! 😂” The last message of course was from the boss herself. She mentioned the end of Clear Card which is imminent, and again invited everyone to watch the story unfolding till the end. She was talking with Nekoi earlier about how even Eriol and Syaoran were really hated while the old arcs were still ongoing: apparently back then, dozens of fans told Kumai-san (Syaoran’s VA) that they hated her because her character was being mean to Sakura! 😂Mokona sounded really apologetic towards Kumai-san and how hard it was on her back then, but she was grateful that she could endure and shake all of that off with a smile😅 Ohkawa said that the same thing happened to Eriol, both for the anime and manga versions, for how he caused trouble (to Sakura) 😆And it’s not over! Ohkawa continued saying that even Nakuru received her good share of hate because she was standing between Touya and Yukito 😂 Mokona yelled her “indignation”, because ‘Nakuru is such a good kid!!’ 😂 and expressed her wish to see more affectionate scenes between her and Yukito, since now they get along as good friends. All things considered, Ohkawa expressed her hope everyone can wait for the end to see things change. Of course, she’s well conscious there’s no 100% guarantee that people won’t hate Clear Card even after it’ll be over, and she’s ok with that. She defined herself a “selfish writer”. 😆 Mokona asked everyone to have a little bit more of patience (implying it’ll be worth it).

“Whether you laugh or cry, whether you want it or not, soon it’ll be over, so please read it till the end” ❤️

#cardcaptor sakura #card captor sakura #clear card arc #ccsakura #clamp #clamp space report #sakura kinomoto

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey Squiggly, I hope you're doing well. 😊.

For the Candy Hearts event, can I request

💚 Cutie: “You can't hide from me, I can hear you laughing!"** with Lee. Rin and Ler. Bachira.

I saw this prompt, and it instantly reminded me of them 😂

Have a nice day/night

{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}

Hey anon! :D I'm certainly doing! (I'm sure by the time this comes out I'll be doing fabulous- I hope you're doing alright yourself!) This is so perfect AHH! I've gotcha covered! Have a great day/night aswell! CW: Sick fic (Nothing graphic by any means but I figured I throw it in there)

Cutie: "You can't hide from me, I can hear you laughing!"

“RIN-RIN!” Rin groaned lowly in his pillow, pulling the blanket over his head as Bachira raced into the room, pretending to be asleep. Maybe if he stayed here long enough, the smaller player would go away.

“There you are! Rise and shine, sleepy head!” The bed bounced, Bachira’s cheery voice closer to his ear. No such luck. “Riiiin, are you hiding from me?”

No response- he wasn’t going to give in. Bachira huffed, sounding like he was pouting. Victory for him!

Then Bachira began poking his sides and he realized in Blue Lock there never was such a thing.

“You can’t hide from me, I can hear you laughing~” Bachira cooed down at him as he prodded and poked his sides, clawing through the blankets encasing his friend. “Come on Rin-Rin, time to get up!”

“Tch- screhehew you!” Rin growled out, twisting onto his back as he tried blocking the dribbler's hands from his sides. This only gave him more surface area to tickle, leaving him utterly defenseless. “Bahhahachira, ghehehhet ohoohhoohoff!”

“Oo, you’re laughing a lot now! I knew you weren’t really asleep!” Bachira laughed as he climbed on top of him, pushing into the blankets and clawing at the taller boy’s armpits, making him arch with a muffled yelp. “Coochie coochie coo, Rin-Rin!”

Rin would have smacked him if his hands weren’t trapped in the blankets. “Gehahahahah, stahhahahap! I fheheheheheel sihihihihick!”

“Wait, really?” Bachira stopped immediately, climbing off as Rin groaned for breathy giggles. “Is that why you’re still in bed?”

He was about to tell him he just said it to get him to stop, but then the green haired teen’s head spun, leaving him to weakly fall back in his pillow. “Probably..ugh, what the hell?”

Bachira didn’t respond at first, quiet as he watched the other hold his head. Then he climbed under the blanket beside him, resting his head against Rin’s shoulder. “Sorry for making you feel worse. I didn’t know you were sick.”

“If you stay, you’ll get sick too, moron.” Rin tried to elbow him away, but Bachira was as clingy as an octopus. That- and there was something oddly comforting having him beside him.

“I don’t care. I’m staying by your side!” Bachira squeezed in closer, getting comfy. “If we both get sick, so be it. I’d gladly take the risk if it means you get better faster.”

“Save the pretty speeches for Isagi.” Rin rolled his eyes, glad Bachira was too far down to see how red his cheeks got.

He blamed it on the fever.

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k24 #tickle #tickle dabble #blue lock #rin itoshi #bachira meguru #fluff #sick fic #kinda #nothing graphic Rin's just not feeling great #but he's fine! #can be read as platonic or romantic

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Talk Garden Vol.8!! ~The Longest Episode in the History of My Garden~

Wakana's Talk Garden Vol.8 has just been uploaded! This time, I abandonded the idea of a strict topic (the presents are also on hold for the time being☆), and instead, I wanted to do a sort of extra edition where you could send me all of your questions for me. I was very determined to read as many messages as possible! And as a result...the podcast ended up being over an hour long!! 😂🤣Sorry!! *laughs* I didn't edit it at all so you get to listen to everything🤣Everyone, please take your time and check it out＼＼\٩( 'ω' )و //／／

I'd like to post some photos of the things I talked about in the podcast! This here is the whiskey which I always use to make highballs🥃Looks cute together with Tet. Next up are my training items. A FLOWIN training mat with pads. Apparently, professional footballer Yūto Nagatomo ⚽️ also uses them. Next are my voice training companions. These are textbooks for voice lessons. They are incredibly helpful. This is already my second Concone book. Then we have this English chat app. Here you can see Teacher Susan (AI). She says a lot of difficult things that I struggle to understand. Finally, these are my hair care and makeup products. I use most of them daily, depending on my mood. I mainly go for the pink one in the middle. And these are my latest top makeup products. The yellow ones look so cute. I bought the star-shaped shiny silver one to apply some of it to my décolletage at the Ghibli concert but then I completely forgot to do it.

All right. that's about it! If I wasn't able to convey my answers properly during the podcast, please check out the pictures here for reference !(I'm not very good at explaining)

Thank you so much for all the messages! 🤗

If there's anything else you'd like to ask me, please feel free to write it in the comment section of this blog post or along with your message for the next talk topic o(^▽^)o

Speaking of which, the next talk topic for the episode on May 10th will focus on two things since my concert "Wakana 5th Anniversary Live ~The "VOICE" Stories~" is just two days after that and May 12th also happens to be Mother's Day, so I'd like to hear about both the concert as well as everyone's mothers🤔Therefore, the next talk topic is: ・Stories about your mother ・Your routine on the day of a live ・Things you're looking forward to at the concert

I know, I'm greedy😂You can choose your favourite topic and narrow it down to one or you can write something for all of them!! I'll be waiting for your submissions~~!! !! !! !! !!

Well, that's it for today! Until next time~☆( '▽')/

＊＊＊Wakana＊＊＊

2024/04/28 Blog post by Wakana 会報続編‼︎春の訪れとあなたとの出逢い〜薬局編〜

FC Bulletin Sequel‼︎ Arrival of Spring & Meeting You〜Pharmacy Edition〜

This is a continuation from the Talk Corner in the latest issue of my fan club bulletin. My diagnosis story ended with me visiting an ENT specialist due to a feeling of pressure in my ears. There, I ended up receiving a shocking diagnosis from the doctor that I might be experiencing hay fever😇 Unable to accept this sudden reality, I grabbed my prescription and headed to the pharmacy, feeling anxious. When I entered the pharmacy feeling depressed, I was greeted by two female pharmacists with kind smiles.

Pharmacist 1 (hereinafter referred to as Pharma1): "This is a prescription for an allergy medicine. Do you suffer from hay fever?" Wakana (hereinafter referred to as W): "Yes…it seems like I'm making hay fever debut..." Pharma1+Pharma2: (with a big smile in unison) "Ohhh! Welcome to our world! \(^o^)／" 😂 Pharma1: "Don't worry. It will go away if you take this medicine. Also, the doctor didn't prescribe anything strong so I don't think you're struggling with serious symptoms." Pharma2: "These days, there are many ways to deal with hay fever so you really don’t need to worry!" W: "Thank you…😭" (What a relief *sobs* Along with the pressure in my ears, I sometimes got itchy eyes. I had been prescribed eye drops, but the pharmacists told me there was a ``eye drop-type eye wash'' that they recommended. I asked them to introduce it to me. ) Pharma1: "Well, that girl from one of the something-something~zaka bands is doing a commercial for it." Pharma2: "That’s right, the one from the ~Zaka group!." Pharma1: "What's their name again? There are too many already!" Pharma2: "Hmm, yes, I wonder which group it was…" W: " Ugh, sorry, I'm not familiar with the group...'' (← I wasn't able to follow their conversation and had to give a vague answer. The two of them kept trying to remember the group's name instead of trying to figure out the girl's name from the commercial. By the way, the correct answer was Erika Ikuta from the first group, Nogizaka46.)

This is the eyewash that was recommended. In the morning, usuallly use something else to wash my eyes but the two pharmacists said this eye wash was even better😳 Now, after washing my face in the morning and before putting in my contacts, I always use this "Well Wash EYE"! ←It kind of looks like in the commercial. Of course, you can also use it as a sort of eye drop when you are out and about, so I keep it in my bag 😊

Anyway, I was very anxious about experiencing my very first hay fever, but thanks to the two kind pharmacists my future is looking bright! ! 😊 . . . . As for my current condition, I think the hay fever has completely gone away🤣🤣🤣 I no longer need to take allergy medicine every night 😂 Sometimes my eyes mysteriously swell, when I went to the allergist, I was prescribed the same medicine as last time, so I think I'll keep it on hand in case something flares up again. It was a short experience with hay fever...🥺😂 However, it may be a seasonal thing and the symptoms may appear again in the future! If that happens, I will remember those kind pharmacists and get through it! ! ･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

Now, I'll post some pictures from the "Selfie Challenge" that I talked about in my last "Talk Garden" episode! [Note: A fan asked her to post more pictures of herself on Instagram since it's mostly flowers and the sky XD] Ughhh, it's so difficult... I don't even know what to do with my face. This is clearly the face of someone who has been completely defeated... The road to selfies is rough *laughs*😂 I'll continue to do my best so please support me! ! 🥺🥺✨

So, that’s it for today! Everyone, please enjoy Golden Week ~ ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ Until next time~ ☆( *'▽'*)/

＊＊＊Wakana＊＊＊

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Vol 8 Topic “Anything you'd like to ask Wakana” Someone asked Wakana about her weight. To be honest, I've always been curious about that as well (especially since Keiko started talking so openly about her weight and different diets) but I would have never found the courage to actually ask her about it. Unfortunately, Wakana is not nearly as willing to share this sort of stuff with us. She says she is a bit embarrassed and would rather not talk about it but for the past five years, she has roughly been the same weight. Another interesting snippet: Her favourite movie is Interstellar, her favourite actors are Haruka Ayase and Takao Osawa

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[holdmytesseract]

Paper Rings 》 The Baby Fever AU

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: It's karaoke night at the Avengers compound! You drag your boyfriend along - and a song you have prepared to sing for him.

Warnings: humour, alcohol, Sam being drunk, suggestive smut? fluff

Word Count: 2,4k

a/n: In order to celebrate that there are over 700 of you, following me, I give you this little oneshot! 🥳😄 I heard this song, I had an idea and I wrote this! 😁 I love it! It's absolutely hilarious, trust me! 😂 Based on this song:

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite @lady-rose-moon @aagn360 @fictive-sl0th @mostclevermiss @linaax @peaches1958

MASTERLIST °☆• BABY FEVER MASTERLIST

"You want me to join you in order to do what?" Loki asked with raised eyebrows, crossing his arms over his chest. "Not just me, Lokes... The whole team and especially I want you to join us!" You said excitedly, jumping up and down. "No, absolutely not." He stated, shaking his head. "Oh come ooon, please... Karaoke night is always so much fun!" You pouted, reaching for his arm, grabbing it gently, "Please, babe, pleaseeee." and giving him your best puppy eyes. "Do it for me?" The God tried to resist your sweet expression - but failed miserably after mere ten seconds. He sighed in defeat. "Alright, alright, fine. But I am certainly not going to sing." "Eeeep! Yay!" You quickly stood on your tiptoes and pecked his soft lips. "And that's okay, babe! You don't have to sing! I just want to have you with me."

Two hours and a few cocktails later, the karaoke night was in full blast. Everybody had fun, singing, dancing and, of course, drinking. Well, except Loki. He still wasn't entirely convinced by the concept of karaoke. But you couldn't blame him. It wasn't everybody's cup of tea. You were just happy that he agreed to join you and not sit home alone in your shared apartment.

Scott was just giving an excellent performance of Ray Parker Jr.'s 'Ghostbusters' - and needless to say, you had the fun of your life. The twist about this karaoke night was, that everyone who wanted to perform something had to think of a choreography and find a fitting costume as well. Tony said, it would be more challenging - and it was, but also so much more fun. Especially, when a few participants already were heavily influenced by the alcohol they consumed…

 Scott had a vacuum cleaner in his hands and was dressed in a really shabby and cheap copy of the Ghostbusters costume, which he probably had constructed himself within 5 minutes – or bought ages ago, but he was absolutely rocking this thing. That much was certain! "Who you gonna call?" Scott sung in the microphone, standing on the small stage, Tony had built up in the big common living room. "Ghostbusters!" We all screamed in union. Scott shook his head and placed his hand behind his ear. "I can't hear you! Who you gonna call?" "Ghostbusters!" We screamed again, louder. "Louder!" "Ghostbusters!" And even louder. Scott nodded, seemed to be satisfied now with our performance. "Who you gonna call?" "Ghostbusters!" I was positively yelling by now, arm in arm with Thor - whose slightly tipsy voice boomed through the room as well. Yes, we had fun. "Who can you call?" "Ghostbusters!" "And one last time, guys! Who you gonna call?" "Ghostbusters!" We screamed, everybody breaking out in laughter.

After Scott stroke his final performing pose, everyone started to clap and cheer loudly. The next and last performance, before it was your turn, was coming from Sam. While he changed in his 'costume' outside the common living room, you got another drink for you and your boyfriend. "How do you like it so far, babe?" You asked, plopping down on his lap and slinging an arm around his neck. Yep, you were clearly a biiit tipsy. "Honestly, darling?" "Yep, honestly." He grimaced. "It doesn't amuse me the way it amuses you and the others." You giggled slightly, already expected this answer. After all, you knew him and it didn't take much for somebody to see that the God of Mischief wasn't a fan of karaoke. "Thought so, babe... But just you wait until it's my turn... I'm going to sweep you off your feet!" A small smile spread on his face. "We'll see about this, love." "Oh, I am aaabsolutely sure about this! I-" Your words were interrupted by the tunes of a song you only knew too well, followed by Sam's voice... "Yeah, uh-huh... So seductive..." 'Candy Shop' by 50 Cent and Olivia. Your jaw literally dropped on the floor, when you saw the Falcon stepping - no, no, dancing through the makeshift curtain, dressed in nothing but very short black shorts, vest and bowtie - and once he started to actually sing, you were done. You jumped up from your boyfriend's lap and joined this time a very drunk Wanda, who was screaming from the top of her lungs. "I'll take you to the candy shop. I'll let you lick the lollipop. Go 'head, girl, don't you stop. Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot, whoa. I'll take you to the candy shop." Everybody in the room started to whistle and cheer wildly. The women and men of the team. Well, except for one man... While the whole team was freaking out about Sam's 'sexy performance' - including you, Loki was absolutely not freaking out about it. The God sat in the back of the room, crossing his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes. He would probably never understand, what Midgardians liked so much about this thing called 'karaoke'. He witnessed, how you stormed off and whistled at Sam as he sung this strange song, while trying to dance seductively (Was that supposed to be sexy?) around a chair... Loki shook his head, no, he would never understand it.

The scenes unfolding in front of his eyes got from minute to minute weirder, and as Sam attempted to give Steve (Yes, Steve) a poor excuse of a lap dance, Loki pinched the bridge of his nose. Norns... What was he even doing here?

Sam moved on, stripping off his vest and bowtie now, throwing it straight at you, presenting his trained body. Loki just scoffed and rolled his eyes once again. He wasn't jealous. Absolutely not. He was just... Not a fan of all this... circus. Why should he be jealous? First off, Sam was drunk like everybody else in this room and you were tipsy. Secondly, you were his – and he knew it. You loved him with all your heart and he loved you with all his heart. And thirdly, he was way better looking, more attractive and definitely a better stripper. You would confirm that.

"I'll take you to the candy shop. I'll let you lick the lollypop. Go 'head, girl, don't you stop. Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot, whoa. I'll take you to the candy shop." By the end of the song, everybody was a sweaty, hot mess, cheering, clapping and whistling. The whole team (except your God) enjoyed Sam's sexy performance.

After the moods had cooled down once again and everyone had a short drink and eat break, it was your turn. "Eeee! I'm sooo excited to show you my song, babe!" You chirped, munching on a chocolate doughnut. "I can tell." Your boyfriend answered in slight amusement. Yes, he wasn't really fond that you had practically dragged him along for this, but to see you so happy and smiley was everything worth it. You swallowed down the last bite and placed a sloppy kiss on his lips, "Okay, okay, I'll go change now!" before you hurried away to get changed.

Loki's eyes snapped to the stage, when Thor suddenly placed a harsh clap on his shoulder blade, literally screaming in utter fascination: "Brother! Look at your lady-love!" The God's eyes widened immediately, lips parting at the sheer beauty he witnessed. You were dressed in an emerald green dress; he had never seen on you before. It looked like a summer dress, was light and flappy and reached just above your knees. A beautiful smile adorned your face - the one he had fallen in love with all those years ago. You took a step forwards and reached for the microphone in the microphone tripod. "Tony, hit the music!" You said, already bubbling with excitement. The billionaire nodded and pressed the play button.

"The moon is high

Like your friends were the night that we first met

Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet

Now I've read all of the books beside your bed"

You started to sing your chosen song. 'Paper Rings' by Taylor Swift. It wasn't just a song... You chose it specifically for Loki.

"The wine is cold

Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street

Cat and mouse for a month or two or three

Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe"

Loki witnessed, how you belted out the lyrics to the song he never heard before. Strangely, it reminded him a lot of your relationship at the very beginning... The cold shoulder he gave you (not you him, but well, it was kind of the same)... The cat and mouse game you played for months...

"Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night

Oh! Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright

Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life

(One, two, one two three four!)"

After you sung this part of the song, you blew Loki a kiss and winked.

"I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want!"

You pointed at him, smiling brightly.

"And I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want

In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

Oh, you're the one I want"

Once again you pointed at him, causing him to smile and shake his head.

"In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool

When you jumped in first, I went in too

I'm with you even if it makes me blue

Which takes me back

To the color that we painted your brother's wall

Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws

We wouldn't be standing here so tall, so"

You had stepped down from the stage by now, making your way straight over to your handsome lover. When you reached him, he was clearly amused now and smiling brightly. You stepped in between his opened legs and grabbed him by the lapels of his black shirt.

"Kiss you once 'cause I know you had a long night"

Following the lyrics, you kissed him once.

"Oh! Kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright"

Again, you brought your lips to his, kissing him twice.

"Three times 'cause you waited your whole life

(One, two, one two three four!)"

And you kissed him three times, before releasing his shirt once again and placing your hand on his chest instead.

"I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want, and

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want

In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

Oh, you're the one I want"

Loki's hands had wandered to your hips in the meantime, holding you in place, while you sung the lyrics, pointing out the 'marry you with paper rings' and 'you're the one I want'. Everybody's eyes were directed on the two of you, the whole team cheering and woo-ing.

"I want to drive away with you

I want your complications too

I want your dreary Mondays

Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

I want to drive away with you

I want your complications too

I want your dreary Mondays

Wrap your arms around me, baby boy"

You didn't even have to tap Loki's arms in order to make him follow the lyrics.

"Uh huh"

He wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling you closer against his body, hands resting dangerously low, on the valley of your bottom.

"I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that's right

You're the one I want

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Uh huh"

You made a small pause, giving Loki a loving smile, before your free hand slid up his chest, towards his shoulder, passing his neck and finally landing in his raven curls.

"Darling, you're the one I want"

You whispered into the microphone, gently tugging at his locks, what he commented with a soft growl. The God desperately wanted to kiss you, being totally enthralled by the beautiful song you were singing just for him. He had clearly received the message.

"I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want, and

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this"

You gave his crotch a gentle, subtle nudge at the 'when we went from friends to this' line,  winking at him once more. Loki gritted his teeth, giving you a look which told you that you were in trouble later.

"Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want

In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

You're the one I want

In paper rings, in picture frames, and all my dreams

Oh, you're the one I want"

But you quickly washed the mischievous glint in his eyes away, when you sat down on his lap, wrapping both your arms around him and preparing to belt out the last two lines of the song.

"You're the one I want, one I want

You're the one I want, one I want" The last tunes of 'Paper Rings' faded softly. Meanwhile you were literally clinging to your boyfriend, smiling broadly. The other Avengers clapped and cheered loudly around you. Even when the thunderous applause had stopped and everybody had directed their attention elsewhere, you were still wrapped up in Loki's tight embrace. "I love you, Lokes... So so much..." You mumbled into his neck, before leaning slightly back to look into his oceanic blue eyes. "Oh darling, I love you, too." He gave you a smile, which literally took your breath away and almost caused your heart to stop at the amount of love which radiated from that smile. You couldn't help but to lean down and kiss him passionately. You only parted from your lover, when you needed fresh air in your lungs. "Thank you for that song. I loved it." You giggled, trailing your fingertips along his strong arms. "So... You'd marry me with paper rings?" Loki chuckled as well, nodding. "Of course, my love, any time. But you deserve a shiny ring, nonetheless, my queen." Another giggle. "Does that mean you are going to propose to me?" The God shrugged his shoulders, smirking smugly. "One day, I am going to. One day, I am going to make you my wife, darling." "I hope so." You said with a grin and interlocked his lips to yours again.

#the baby fever au #loki laufeyson x female reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x female reader #loki x you #loki #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufeyson #loki imagine #loki oneshot #Spotify

[jungle-angel]

Someone that I know is pregnant and it's giving me major baby fever so I was wondering if you could do the top gun characters reactions to feeling the baby kick for the first time please. I asked something like this before but like I said major baby fever 😂❤️

Oh my God babes, you and me both!!!!!!!! I dunno if it's one thing or another but the baby fever has hit like a bat outta hell and I don't think it's going away anytime soon. I mean, I started a crochet project a few days ago and all I could think of was, "this is gonna be such a cute blanket for a baby!!" (lol).

Rooster

Rooster would be super protective once he felt that baby kick for the first time

"Rooster, can you please get your hands off my bump? I've gotta go and make dinner"

"NO!!! I must protect with my LIFE!!"

He'd constantly be talking to the baby

And that deep voice of his had this weird thing where the baby would move the minute Rooster spoke

And it was then that Rooster often used it as a away to wake you up in the morning

But whenever Rooster felt it

He never failed to tell his son/daughter that he loves them and you to the moon and back

Hangman

Hangman is that dad who possibly takes the tiktoks to a whole new level

"Aw yeah!!!! My baby's havin my baby!!!!!"

He definitely makes some wicked funny ones, like the close ups of the baby kicking

But there was one he always loved (big shoutout to one of my favorite You Tubers for doing this when she was pregnant)

You and Hangman had snuck into the stairwell one afternoon while you guys were visiting some of his family in Florida

Coyote of course filmed it, but you sang "Hymn to the Sea" from Titanic and "Ariel's voice" from The Little Mermaid

Jake had one hand on your belly and the baby went CRAZY!!!!

"Jeez girl, you're really loving this aren't you" he laughed

Phoenix

"Ok this kid was probably a kickboxer in a past life"

She was definitely a little startled

Because honestly, SHE thought she'd be the one to have the kid

But Phoenix was proud

"Don't worry baby," she'd whisper. "The minute you bring a boyfriend or a girlfriend home, I'll take care of'em for you"

You laughed a little and rolled your eyes

Bob

Oh God, he hardly ever took his head off your belly

You guys were out in the barn one night

And the baby just wouldn't stop kicking

Bob told you to lay down in the haypile

You rolled your shirt up to just below your tits

Thank God Bob had warmed his hands by the woodstove

The minute his hands were on your bump, you felt the baby calm right down

But the look of pure love on Bob's face said it all

"You be good to your momma, you hear?" he said before placing a kiss on your bump

And whenever you needed his magic touch, Bob was always right there

Fanboy

Lord help this man......

He'd be speaking Spanish to the baby the whole time

"Mickey, I love you but you know the baby can't talk yet, right?"

"Oh c'mon, better to start them early"

There'd probably be little red marks from where his cheek had pressed against your skin

But each one of them showed that Mickey loved you both to the moon and back

Coyote

Coyote felt the first kicks shortly after coming back from a mission

He tried with all his might to convince you that when the baby got older he'd be playing for the Brazilian soccer team

"Javy the kid hasn't even been born yet!!!"

"Yeah but ya'll can't convince me otherwise"

You really didn't want to

Because you saw how incredibly happy it made him

Payback

You two were watching a movie one night

And his head was resting on your belly

You swore his snoring was what was making the baby kick so much

But he didn't realize it until he felt a tiny little foot pushing against his head

"Great, you woke him" you laughed

"I can't help it, it's like watching the movie, 'Alien'"

You laughed and smacked him on the back of the head for that one

Maverick

His big thing was music

He had an old cassette player and he'd put the headphones on your bump to see if the baby would react

Sure enough it did

He tried not to cry

And when you looked at the cassette that was playing, you saw why

U2's "Rattle and Hum" was Goose's favorite album

"I love you buddy," he whispered. "I know your Uncle Goose is watching out for you"

#top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #mickey fanboy garcia #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #jake hangman imagine #reuben paybak fitch #javy coyoyte machado #pete maverick mitchell #dagger squad #dagger squad x reader

[moral-terpitude]

Misadventures - Part 12

I want devil horns • I wanna breathe in your rush • I wanna leap when you want me to fly • But darling I don't mean to beg • But these thorns on the stem are nearly tearin' up my skin

[Masterlist] [Series Masterlist]

Summary: Quinn meets an unexpected guest.

Word Count: 12,647

Warnings: smut. The same amount of swearing as fucking usual. COVID.

A/N: my scene break dividers have been limited once again! Thank you @brummiereader for your mention of Ashton Villa in the tags of one of the very early parts, because as an American with no footie knowledge I googled it and have kept a theme with Quinn’s clothes stealing 😂

Nine weeks later, Tommy realized, he found himself back in the same spot. 

They had made the rest of their journey back with few issues. Tommy had dropped her off sometime in the afternoon that day, and they had spoken back and forth in sparse conversation since. 

Over the last week time hadn’t been much on their side. With Quinn trying to get back on top of her work while still recovering they hadn’t seen much of each other at all, and even their messaging had been almost nonexistent over the last day. 

Part of Tommy wondered if he had said too much too soon, but everything had been so normal afterwards that he tried to not pay much mind to the nagging thoughts that plagued his mind. 

Now she knew. She knew that he had killed people. That he had done terrible things. She knew of the blood on his hands and looked past the way it stained him and dirtied him regardless. 

The bell dinged over the door as he entered the shop. 

“Quinn isn’t here,” Hannah spoke, brow furrowed, as the door clicked close behind him, confusion clouding his features as he digested what she said. 

Maybe his optimism had been too much. 

“She isn’t here? Where is she then, eh?”

“She had me reschedule all of her appointments, her fever was at 101 degrees last night, so she’s home in bed.”

Last time I had it, it started with a fever. That’s what she had said, as they talked about any and everything for hours on end in the rest of their journey, somehow the horror stories of having COVID and the strange things she hadn’t been able to taste or smell during and afterward for days or months had been a riveting topic of conversation. 

Particularly, the information Quinn provided that Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream had tasted just like the smell of gasoline. 

“Have you heard from her?”

“No. She was so out of it when I left this morning. Borderline delirious. I’ve messaged her but she hasn’t answered.” There was a tinge of annoyance to Hannah’s voice that Tommy couldn’t quite pin the source of from her words.

“I’ll go check on her.”

“She won’t answer the door. She won’t even get out of bed. Here,” Hannah dug around in her bag before she took her key off the lanyard, handing it to Tommy, “she’s positive she has COVID again so, I’m not going back until her symptoms are gone, I’m going to stay with Dante and his wife.”

Tommy nodded, “Thank you, Hannah.”

She nodded, the short ponytail on top of her head springing back and forth as she did so. 

When he arrived at their door, chipped paint with a bit of rust in the stark white hallway, Tommy knocked.

“Quinn?” 

He tried to listen in hopes of hearing footsteps or some kind of muffled response, but there was none.

He knocked again, slightly louder, “Quinn!”

When there was silence yet again, he crammed the key into the lock, popping the door open with a quick push.

Their apartment was bigger than he thought it would be.

He hung the key on the rack beside the door, toeing off his shoes, and set off down the small hallway for the door that was slightly cracked.

Quinn was curled on her side, flat against the mattress in bed with the blankets pulled up over her shoulder, sweatshirt hood peaking above the covers, clearly having fallen off of her head at some point. 

Curled against her chest was a black ball of fluff, with its head tucked under her chin. 

As Tommy stepped closer, in the midst of taking in his surroundings, never having been in her apartment, let alone her room, the cat stretched, hissing loudly, trying to protect its owner. 

He knew well enough from Ada’s cats over the years, ones that would coincidentally follow her home when no one was there to stop her, that a hiss was a good enough warning of how sharp the teeth that were bared actually were.

The dark walls and various accouterments on the wall reminded him much of her portion of the studio. The bed frame was a dark metal and the blankets were adorned with black and white florals. All the decorative pillows had been tossed aside in favor of a more comfortable sleeping position.

“I’m here to check on her, eh? Go on.” 

Quinn sighed in her sleep, a bare hand protruding from the blanket, with all her usual adornments gone, as she patted the cat low on its back. “Mr. Bee,” she mumbled lazily. Tommy was sure she wasn’t awake, just existing somewhere between a fever dream and sleep as she spoke, “you need to be nice, I don’t work hard all day to buy treats for an angry little kitty.”

Tommy did his best to not laugh, not wanting to startle her, but the cat was far from little. 

“Quinn?” He sat slowly on the vacant part of the bed. He had never seen her without all the jewelry in and around her face, but now the yellow citrine stones from her ears, the gold bar that was usually in her right ear, all the little jewels and gems from the cartilage, and the hoops from her nose lay in a pile on the side table. 

The only thing left was the bar in her lip. From the look of it, tissues tossed about on the floor and the way she was laying, she had gotten tired of the issues she was having blowing her nose and getting comfortable and took it all out. 

“Quinn, you need to sit up.”

She groaned, shaking her head, eyes still closed, “No, it all hurts.”

Her bruising had subsided surprisingly well. The yellow and green stages finally set in. The stitches were gone from the gash through her lip, dissolvable sutures she had said, but the skin was still purple and irritated despite the good progress she had made in healing.

It absolutely would leave a noticeable scar and he would beat the hell out of anyone that let her think that she was less than beautiful for it. 

She buried her face in the pillow as her coughing started, her small frame wracked with the force of the movement with each heave until it stopped. 

“Can you just hold me?” She whined. Even in jest he had never heard her use that tone. 

One that deep down underneath was resigned and full of pain.

He smoothed the covers down before pressing a hand to her forehead. She was on the cusp of burning up, far warmer than she should be, and he wondered how she had managed to keep herself buried under all the blankets and covers with being as warm as she was.

Pushing some of the damp hair out of her face, fingers trailing along her cheek, she sighed again, rolling onto her stomach with a stretch. 

“No, Quinn, come on. You can’t be lying prone like that,” he was trying to be gentle but the worry of all the fluid settling in her chest was a concern, the last thing she needed was pneumonia at that point, “let me carry you out to the couch.”

She protested slightly, at least that’s what Tommy assumed the grumble was, but threw off the covers, and exposed her bare legs in an attempt to push herself upright, before a round of coughing again. 

Her fingers curled into the collar of his tee shirt, and he wasn’t surprised that all she had on was the sweatshirt, the lack of pants barely noticeable underneath anyway. 

Her phone clattered on the coffee table and she looked at Tommy with a hazy look that made him wonder if she was seeing him at all. She lay back on the pillows, already propped from a previous stint on the couch, with a huff, eyes closing as she sniffed.

If Hannah wasn't coming back, he knew he couldn’t leave her like this for any extended period of time. 

Her phone screen lit up again, indicating several missed calls and text messages from various family members, the most recent from Roy. 

Tommy swiped, surprised by the lack of passcode, and the screen went straight into her messages, one from her mother open, a half typed and illegible  response waiting but not sent. 

Above the messages were some photos, obscured as they were pushed off the top of the screen by the space the keyboard took up. 

Quinn, we have not heard from you since you left. Are you okay?

Tommy huffed, not sure how to tackle it, and as his curiosity got the better of him, he scrolled up to look through the photos. 

At some point in the night they had grabbed her for a couple of quick photos, and without knowing any better, they looked like a happy family. 

At the top, was a photo of the two of them, Quinn wrapped in his jacket when they had been outside after dinner. Her head was thrown back laughing, the two of them wrapped up in eachother. 

Macie sent this to me when she was editing photos. 

Out of any staged family portrait or company headshot Tommy had ever sat for, this one was far better. 

His eyes flicked to her form, sleeping on the couch, chest rising and falling finally without a struggle, before he looked back to the screen. 

It seemed that one was sent a few hours prior, the other accompanying message read:

Sweetie, I know things haven’t been easy, but I’m happy to see you’ve found someone that makes you happy. 

He felt his mouth go dry as the phone rang again. Dad 👨🏻 popping up on the screen as it vibrated in his hand. 

Fuck. 

He swiped to answer it, putting the phone to his ear, as he spoke. 

“Hi, Roy, sorry, it’s Tommy,” he cleared his throat, feeling odd as he introduced himself, and retreated to the kitchen, trying not to wake Quinn since she finally looked like she was resting instead of struggling to get comfortable, “I, uh, Quinn is sick. She wasn't at the studio when I got there, and Hannah said that she thinks has COVID, but she hasn’t quite woken up enough for me to ask her what’s going on.”

“Oh shit. We thought Anna was getting sick but then she started to seem fine. That must be where she got it from. I wondered how long it would take for her to get sick again.”

“Why? Is there something I should know?” 

“Well, she couldn’t get the vaccine. The,” he sighed, “she’s not allergic to eggs, themselves, but she’s allergic to eggs as a carrier in vaccines. It’s strange. We found out when she was little and got one of the flu vaccines.”

“How many times has she had it?”

“This will make three, I think.”

“Fuck, okay. Do you want me to wake her up or do you want me to have her call you back once she’s feeling better?”

“Whenever she comes around is good. It’ll probably take her a few days.”

They bid their rather awkward goodbye and Tommy sat her phone aside, feeling like he was insulting her privacy from the bit of snooping he had done. 

By the time night fell, Tommy wasn’t exactly sure where to sleep. 

He had taken a shower, using the most neutral body wash he could find amongst their collection, and pilfered through the dresser and closet to locate clothes that would fit him out of all the far too big ones she owned. 

The bed needed the sheets changed and he didn’t want to move Quinn from where she had finally settled on the bigger of the two couches. 

He raided the bedroom closet and the hall closet looking for extra blankets but came up empty. 

Surveying Quinn’s room she didn’t have much for storage, except for the hope chest at the end of the bed. 

Pushing in the button, he popped the lid, opening it open to discover—

“Fucking hell—“

It took him a moment to process what he was seeing. The little shelf on top was filled with varying styles and shapes of vibrators, butt plugs, and, well, Tommy realized he didn’t even know what some of the things were used for. 

The rest was a neatly organized assortment of almost every phallic shaped sex toy one could imagine. 

Clear and colorful dildos seemed to be 98% of the assortment, standing straight up in the bottom of the chest as if they were stalagmites in a cave.

He tried not to survey the rest of the collection too closely after realizing there was truly nothing else in the box, and shut it as quickly and quietly as possible. He truly believed there weren’t too many things that he could see that would fluster him, but that, was fucking obscene.

The blankets themselves ended up being under the bed in a clear plastic tote. At that moment protected by a pair of green eyes staring back at him from the darkness. 

“Shouldn’t you be keeping an eye on her, eh?” He whispered and attempted to pet the black fuzz ball in passing as he opened the tote, but received a scathing hiss instead before the monster stalked off with a sharp swish and flick of his tail.

Returning to the living room, Tommy realized he could take the chair or the floor. The chair at least reclined. 

He knew if he folded himself up to fit on the smaller couch his limbs and joints would never forgive him for it. 

Neither option looked particularly comfortable, but at least the floor afforded him the option of being able to move in the night. Not that he hadn’t fallen asleep in an office chair a time or two and made due just fine.

He ended up making camp on the floor next to the couch. The rug served as good padding, sans coffee table, and at some point in his absence, Quinn had turned on the TV.

He had never pictured her as one for cartoons, but as he watched, he also surmised that the one she had chosen wasn’t meant for children either. 

The suspicion was confirmed by a rather gleeful declaration of, “So, this must be where you fuck the bats,” as the characters appeared on the roof at the signaling of Batman’s signal over the city.

Tommy shook his head. Of all things, comic books and cartoons were two that he was very unfamiliar with.

He lay there, awake for the longest time, eyes trained on the ceiling as he listened for her breathing out of habit. It reminded Tommy of the nights, sleepless ones, with just him and Charlie where he feared his son would stop breathing in the night and be added to the list of people taken from him too soon. 

Quinn woke up in the night, face pressed into the couch cushion, and not entirely convinced she was dead, but not quite sure she was alive either.

Someone was calling her name from somewhere. She was sure that was what had woken her, but as she tried to get her wits about her, she realized there was no longer a voice reaching out to her.

It seemed like the waves of fever chills and flares of heat wracked through her for ages. Keeping her eyes pressed closed, she tried to take deep breaths and convince herself to relax despite the muscle tremors pulling through her body. 

She could feel every part of her was slick with sweat, aching and burning. 

Her chest ached and felt like it was being crushed, like the man in The Crucible who’s name she couldn’t remember in her fevered state, asking for more weight. 

“No.” She whimpered, the words not sounding quite like her own, as pictured the rocks being put on her chest. 

She didn’t want more weight. She wanted to breathe. 

It was doubtful, but she tried to take a whole breath. It felt like all her bones needed to pop in or out of place. Like they were going to crack if she took in too much air all at once.

The way her muscles ached was as if she had just run a marathon. The blanket felt like she was trapped, turning and thrashing with nowhere to move and nowhere to go. 

“Hey.” Tommy’s voice cut through the darkness that clouded her thoughts in an attempt to give her some snippet of reality to latch on to.

Yeah, okay. Now you’re really fucking losing it, Quinn. 

She felt Tommy’s hand steady her before he spoke again, “Hey. Stop. You’ll fall.”

“No. You’re not…” she swallowed, mouth and throat dry as the threat of her bladder exploding pressed on. 

“You’re not even here. I’m just going to die alone.” She chuckled, the sensation causing her to groan at the pain in her chest once again.

“No one’s dying, eh?” She felt a hand press onto each shoulder, a firm squeeze before she felt a gentle touch to her forehead, “What do you need?”

Now she didn’t know. It was as if her whole mind was blank, the thoughts cooked off by the heat. 

“Too warm. Cold. Bathroom,” she swallowed hard, “Don’t know.”

“You want to walk?”

She shook her head, “I don’t think I can.”

Tommy helped her free her limbs from the tangle of blankets, supporting most of her weight as she struggled beside him. 

“Okay, I got it,” she pushed her hair out of her face, closing the bathroom door behind herself as he waited, back pressed against the wall, for her to come back out. 

Before she did, Tommy heard the sound of her knocking things over in the medicine cabinet before cracking the door. 

One arm was out of her sweatshirt, leaving half of it bunched around her neck. 

“What do you need?”

She jumped, eyes finally focusing without her glasses, as she peered into the dark hall from the brightly lit bathroom. 

Tommy was trying his best to be gentle. She was acting like a wild animal that was wounded. 

“Thermometer. Tylenol to break my fever.”

She groaned, hanging her head over the sink, leaning back before working her way out of the sweater. 

“I’ll find it. Go lay down.”

Digging through the bathroom cupboards there were old prescriptions and half used blister packs, but no thermometer. 

Crouching to rummage under the cupboard it was hidden in a makeup bag. The only thing in it. 

Not the first place anyone would look for a thermometer.

Quinn kept her eyes closed, situating the stick under her tongue until it beeped. 

She didn’t make an effort to remove it, leaving Tommy to withdraw it and check the little green neon screen for the results. 

101.3 F. Not enough to go to the hospital, but not enough to ignore either. 

“Quinn?” 

She rolled her head to the side as he spoke but didn’t open her eyes, tucked back underneath the blanket. 

“Should we call a doctor or go to the hospital—“

“No! I’ll be fine,” the look in her eyes as they flew open was close to horrified, and given the last time she had been there Tommy didn’t blame her, “just, the tylenol is by my bed. If you can just bring it to me.”

She took the medicine without water, snuggling back down into the blankets without much more conversation.

Tommy stood with the sliding door open, half out on the small balcony and half still in the apartment, watching her carefully, as he ashed the cigarette in silence. 

If that was just a few hours of her being sick, he couldn’t imagine how riding out the rest of the illness would treat her. 

***

It had turned out to be an easier week than Tommy had figured it would be. 

Once Quinn’s fever broke, something that took three days where she bordered on hallucinating and whining the whole time, while refusing to go to the hospital, she finally seemed more lucid.

She had blathered on about the strange dreams she was having, while making sure while she was always close, and if she could know she was doing it in her sleep too, that there was always some way she had some kind of touch on Tommy when he was nearby. 

One night she bugged until he finally found a comfortable way for them both to fit on the couch, only to put her cold feet on him the entire night. 

Tommy didn’t dare tell her she snored the whole time. He figured it was in his best interest to test the waters carefully before pushing her buttons too much.

“How do you feel?” 

“Less like a dumpster fire than I did a few days ago. Kinda tired.” She stretched, back arching from the cushions as Beelzebub hopped up next to her, face nuzzling into her side before he flopped onto the free cushion.

It was the most amount of time she had been vertical so far in the days since her fever broke. 

“You sound better.”

“Well, that tends to happen when I’m not trying to cough up one of my own lungs, right?”

He nodded, watching the cat that had somehow managed to give him hell for the past week be as sweet as he could in his owner's lap.

“How come he’s so nice to you, eh?” Tommy gestured to the cat before crossing to the kitchen, filling the mug with coffee before leaning against the wall on the first stair.

“Probably because he's my cat. I feed him so he loves me.”

“I fed him all week. Doesn’t love me.”

“Well, he came from a shelter and he doesn't like men, so.”

Tommy hummed.

“Are those my pants?” She asked, brows drawn together at finally taking in the cut of them and the fact that they seemed slightly too short for his legs, hitting just above the ankle. They were men’s but Hannah had done her the kindness of hemming them when she was attempting to make her own clothes. 

“Yeah. You own a lot of clothes that are too big and I wasn’t leaving you by yourself.”

“Why did you stay? I’ve been a…boring mess for a week. Like, I dunno, Tommy, the facade is over, you don’t have to—“

“You’re right. I didn’t have to do anything.” She felt like his eyes were going to bore a hole straight through her with the look he gave her.

“So, why’d you stay? I could’ve gotten you sick.” She took a long sip from the mug, thankful for Hannah’s stash of hot tea in the cabinet.

“You’d have been alone and I’ve had the shot and the boosters. Had to get the first bit in order to travel, just kept up on it.”

She eyed him speculatively, once again kicked back in the suede chair as if he was the one who’s ass had made the imprint in the cushions. 

“What day is it?”

“Saturday.”

Quinn sighed, “I better start disinfecting things, Hannah is probably just itching to come back—“

“I went through and did all of it, there’s not much else to do when, well,” he shrugged, leaving the statement to hang in the air.

“Fuck, I need to wash my clothes and my sheets,” Quinn groaned, letting her head fall back against the couch cushions, “and my me.”

Beelzebub rolled to his back, snuggling against her hip, as Quinn sat back upright and took another sip of the tea.

“You can come back with me. If you want.”

“Let me gather everything up and get in the shower quick. I feel disgusting.”

She patted the cat’s stomach, his purring filling the silence in the room.

Stripping down in front of the bathroom mirror, Quinn realized the bruises were finally gone. No more were the marks of all that had happened to her. 

The questionable muscle soreness, stiff neck, and possibility of a rib out of place was still concerning, while not actually surprising. She stretched, bending at the waist in an effort of hopefully getting some relief, but there was none to be found.

The heat of the water felt like some sort of sacred ritual as she let it envelop her body. Scrubbing the grime and the sensation of sickness from her skin made Quinn feel like a whole new person. She sighed, watching the swirl of the hair dye make its way down the drain. 

Wrapped in two towels, she stood at the sink, teeth now brushed, and rubbed the moisturizer into her skin, reveling in the way all of it together made her feel human again. That and having all her jewelry back in the correct places. She felt so lost without it. 

***

“You have a tub,” Quinn whispered, in awe as she stared out the window at the lights that she hadn’t seen for the last week, rain lingering on the windows, as she remembered the overly deep tub inside Tommy’s master bathroom. 

“Yes.”

“Fuck, I know I just took a shower before we left, but can I take a bath?” 

The look of pleading on her face, unmade except for a bit of moisturizer, a look that Tommy felt like he would always enjoy, framed by still damp hair, gave him no reason to say no.

“I don’t see why not.”

Quinn was surprised how easily they fell back into, well, a routine. There was some chatter as she loaded the washer, piles of laundry sorted through the kitchen, starting with the lightest colors. 

“Do you have any whites?” She held the bundle of clothes awkwardly as she crossed to toss them in, looking disappointedly into the basin that wasn’t even half full. 

“I’ll check.”

She felt bad for leaving Beelzebub home to wait for Hannah to return, but there was something about making sure that everything was clean and sorted that she knew would bring her some peace of mind. 

“Not much.” 

He tossed in a few things, barely adding to it. 

“I have a bunch of towels. Should I throw them in with the whites?”

“No, all your towels are dark, you’ll make the whites dingy.”

“Well if I bought any other color towels they would just turn purple anyway.” She shrugged, turning the dial and starting the load, “Okay. I’m getting in the bath.”

She snooped around in the cupboards in the bathroom, finding some very soft towels, and to her luck, some bubble bath that she assumed by the bright pink color and unicorns on the label, that it must have been something Ruby had gotten the last time they were there. 

Sorry, kid, I'm borrowing some. 

She watched the bubbles foam up, steam rising from the tap, as she stripped down once again, thankful for the solace that the hot water brought. 

She lay back, wetting her hair, before finding that she could lay fully stretched out in the tub without having to have her knees bent like she had to in the one back home. 

It could have been a minute, it could have been an hour. She wasn’t sure how long she lay there before the door popped open before Tommy almost turned around and walked right back out. 

“Shit, sorry—“

“I have bubbles. It’s all good.”

“Was grabbing the towels,” Tommy cleared his throat, opening the half full hamper, “for the wash.”

“That’s fine.”

She had her eyes closed, neck tucked up against the rim of the tub with her body submerged fully in the water and the bubbles. 

One hand played idly with the necklaces she wore, gold chains pulled tight around her finger. 

It wasn’t that he had forgotten how she looked, but the circumstances were different. She was now bare skin and damp hair in his tub, and something about the way she seemed so relaxed compared to the previous time he had witnessed her this way was a relief. 

“Did you file your 941’s?” She asked, heavily lidded eyes opened, searching around until she met his. 

“The what?”

“Your quarterly federal tax returns? I only have one employee that I have to file for so it’s easy, but, you have so many I can’t imagine—“ she shifted in the water, resting on her side so her hip was exposed out of the water. 

“I’m sure the bookkeeper has, yes.” 

Quinn looked at him, taking in the way he was leaned against the door, a certain air of nonchalance. 

“Are you getting in?”

“What?”

“What did you come in here for?”

“To wash the towels,” he reiterated. 

She hummed, turning back on her back, fingers once again fiddling with the necklaces, bare skin and damp hair glistening in the low light. 

“That’s kind of a lame excuse.” she smiled, “So, you don’t want to get in with me?” 

Quinn watched him blink slowly, taking in her words, before he gave a sort of half smile, pushing himself from the door frame, “You’d have to make room.” 

She laughed, sitting up and wringing out her hair as she moved forward, watching him intently as he pulled the shirt over his head, resting her head on her knees as he discarded the remaining clothes. 

Quinn realized it was strange, but not bad, as he settled in behind her. There was a comfort in being that close to him again. 

She had never been able to coax anyone else she had ever been with to join her in a bath, no matter how short or long the relationship, regardless of it being one of her favorite things. 

Too feminine. Too girly. Boys don’t take baths. 

A good chunk of her resentment about the apartment she and Hannah had now was that there was only a stand up shower. 

She shivered despite the heat of the water as thick fingers roamed the lines in her back and the nape of her neck, her head still resting on her knees, arms wrapped around her legs. 

“You can sit back.” 

She glanced over her shoulder, to see that he actually looked relaxed. Eyes half closed, head leaned against the grey matte tile of the wall. Some thin gold chain on she had never noticed him wearing before. 

Quinn let her hands settle on his knees, her head resting on his chest as she played with some of the bubbles that floated in the water until they dissipated. 

She let her head fall to the side as his hand found a new spot to trace on her thigh. 

Her heart beat so hard that she wondered if he could hear it. The wanton anticipation thundering in her chest at just the prospect of him letting his hands wander any closer to her aching center had her feeling like putty. 

The waiting, the teasing of bare skin pressed together seemed to be the greatest part. Quinn tried to not put too much thought into the fact that in this particular position he was pressed against her lower back. The occasional twitch or throb of his cock tempted her to take matters into her own hands. 

Above all that, the torment and the wonder, the silence was peaceful. 

He didn’t say anything as her fingertips trailed the soft skin inside his arm, painted nails brushing the flesh, matching toes peeking through the bubbles at the end of the tub. 

She let out a sigh as he wrapped an arm across her chest, hand resting on her shoulder. 

Quinn wasn’t sure if his eyes were open or not, but if they were, he didn’t move away when she reached a hand, damp and gentle to card her fingers through his hair, pushing the pieces back off of his face, fingers tangling in the partly damp pieces. 

In a way, which was what Quinn had hoped it would be read as, it was an invitation. 

She felt Tommy shift behind her, moving her as he did so, close enough to place a gentle peck to her forehead before working down and across the shell of her ear, nose brushing the same spot as he placed open mouthed kisses along her neck. 

“Fuck,” was the only word that came to mind, an apt one, airy enough that she thought he might not hear her. 

“Not yet.”

She laughed, a sweet sound cut off by the noise that escaped from her lips once his hand finally slipped between her thighs, some strangled moan that caught in her throat. 

“How long did it take?”

She let out a contented noise as the arm that held her close drew back, fingers gently teasing across her chest and goosebumps appearing in the wake. 

“What?”

Quinn sighed as he drew his thumb slowly across the end of the bar, the curved metal pressing into the sensitive nerves of the nub underneath, “To heal.”

“Uh, fuck,” she hissed as he gently teased at the nipple now exposed from the water from her change in position, “a few weeks.”

Her train of thought, or lack thereof, was interrupted at the intense sensation from being overstimulated. The lack of the right kind of wetness pulled her out of it for a moment.

“Water is not lube,” Quinn cleared her throat, leaving his hand on her thigh as she reached forward to flip the little lever that released the plug to the tub, “just saying.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, sitting upright, “ruined it?”

“No,” she shook her head, turning so she faced Tommy, moving slowly in the water in order to not send it spilling onto the floor, legs working onto either side of his as she held onto his shoulders. 

“No?” 

She shook her head, biting her lip as she tried to keep the grin from being too prominent as one hand found her waist, the other reaching for the back of her neck, bringing her close enough for their lips to meet.

Tommy felt the smile playing on her lips as she rolled her hips down into him, the warm metal dragging slowly from the head down his entire length, an interesting sensation in its own right. 

“Should get out before there’s water everywhere,” his words were a quiet murmur against her lips, and she laughed, not pulling very far away as her fingertips gently wandered the planes of his chest. 

“What, you don’t want me to make a mess?”

“No.” He hummed, “Yes. Want to make a mess of you.”

The words were like a strike of lightning straight to the gut. 

Quinn sighed as his mouth worked along her chest, nose nudging the golden necklaces out of the way. 

She bit into her lip, for what reason she was trying to be quiet she wasn’t quite sure, as his mouth enveloped one pert nipple, thumb gently teasing across the other as her grip on his shoulders tightened. 

“C’mon then,” he gave two soft pats to the plush flesh of her ass before continuing, “up and out.”

She smiled softly as he handed the towel to her, the water now completely drained from the tub. 

Quinn was positive she wasn’t fully dry before he picked her up, depositing her on the bed with a shriek. 

The action was followed by him covering her body with his own, her legs wrapping around him instead of hanging off the bed like a fabric doll like they had been. 

The damp bits of his hair tickled her face as his nose brushed along hers, lips paired to each other once again. 

“Do you want me to—“ Tommy began as she pulled at his lip with her teeth. 

“No,” she broke away for a moment to continue, “it’s okay.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

He shuddered at the way her nails drug along his back lightly. 

She shrugged, as much as she could with his arms caged around her, although she appreciated the proximity. 

“There’s only a few possibilities,” the words were quiet as she slipped a hand between the two of them, fingers lightly toying with the swollen head of his cock before lining him up with her waiting entrance, “any of them would just delay what I want.”

He took in the way her face changed as her plush heat surrounded him, the silent words passing between her lips as her expression changed from playful to one full of pleasure as he slowly filled her, holding himself still as he bottomed out inside of her. 

“Is this what you want?” His voice was raspy, speaking directly into her ear as her hands continued to wander across his skin. 

“I mean,” she smiled, teasing as she moved her hips against him, “I wouldn’t have objected to you eating me out first, but yeah, this was what I wanted.”

He groaned, knowing that if she kept speaking so candidly, something that he truly appreciated instead of playing some guessing game the whole time, that things would be over before they even started. 

She laughed as he rolled his eyes, standing fully, pulling her to the edge of the bed before sinking down between her thighs. 

“I was joking, you don’t—“

“You said it.” 

Something about the way he looked kneeling in front of her, blue eyes glimmering and hands splayed against her skin, about knocked the wind out of her.

“I know,” she brushed the partly damp hair from his face, fingertips lingering on his cheek as the heat rose in her neck, “but I, I,” she snorted in frustration, sighing, “I haven’t went and gotten anything waxed since before we left, okay?”

His brow furrowed, dragging his thumb painfully slowly from her opening to her aching clit, enjoying playing with the wetness, circling the bundle, her hips rolling for more pressure, barely noticing any difference from the last time, the short amount of hair and bare skin surrounding it wasn’t something that terrified him, “I fail to see the problem here.”

“Okay.” 

The confusion evaporated from her voice as his tongue parted her, toes curling against his skin as his hands squeezed her hips, a moan finally escaping her parted lips as she laced her fingers in his hair. 

“Tommy, shit, you’re gonna—“ she could barely choke out the words as he sucked gently, the combination of his tongue circling around and the constant pressure from the suction being almost too much, tears welling at her water line. 

“Fuck,” she glanced down to see him watching her intently as he pushed two fingers into her waiting heat, “shit, if you’re not careful—“

She groaned as he pulled his mouth away, kissing the inside of her leg as he spoke, fingers playing gently with the white hot button in the deepest part of her, “Told you I was going to make a mess of you, love.”

Her eyes rolled back, grateful that he knew exactly what he was doing to her, the heat building in her stomach and the tensing of her muscles was something she was trying desperately not to fight, enjoying the white hot sensation that had her fingers and toes tingling with anticipation. 

In the midst of feeling everything, every wonderful sensation that sent fire through her skin from her deepest part of her insides, it wasn’t until she could feel the the warmth of the climax running through her that Quinn tuned in to exactly how much noise she was making. 

She would be lying if she said she didn’t love the way he made sure she was fully finished, tongue continuing to assault her overly sensitive clit, lapping and sucking greedily, as his fingers fucked her the rest of the way through the orgasm rippling through her body, finding herself not entirely responsible for the amount of wet squelching noises as she finished. 

She smiled, taking a shuddering breath, as she reached for his hand, sucking and licking at the fingers that she could taste herself on. 

From the look in his eyes, she knew in that moment he’d fuck her mercilessly if she asked. 

“Hmm,” she let her eyes wander his body, flicking to take in the sight of the glistening precum leaking from his swollen cock resting against his stomach, “you lay down.”

“Alright.”

Quinn kneeled to the side, the bed sinking under his weight as he leaned against the headboard. 

Tommy was surprised when she straddled him facing away, nimble fingers holding the head of his cock, using the tip to part herself before sinking down, sheathing him inside her fully. 

The sensation was blissful, the noises she made were angelic, but the view as she worked herself on and off of his throbbing length, was beautiful. 

Half damp hair clung to her decorated skin, her grip tightening on his legs as she clenched around him when he would bury himself deeper in time with her movements. 

She sat still, hips rolling, as she reached a hand back toward him, “You’re quiet.”

He hummed, lacing their fingers, leaning forward to pull her flush against his chest, “Just enjoying the view.”

She laughed, the action causing her to tighten around him, finally pulling a satisfied groan from between his parted lips. 

Her head fell back against his shoulder as his free hand found itself between her thighs once again, toying with the swollen bundle of nerves. Her nails raked across his scalp, made him shiver, all the feelings together becoming a bit too much, the familiar sensation of his balls preparing to empty teetering in the midst. 

“Hey,” she patted his arm a couple times, pulling him back into the moment, away from the precipice of bliss, “sorry, my feet are just falling asleep like this.”

“It’s okay,” his mouth felt dry as she worked herself off of him, tight around him every inch of the way, before she sat awkwardly in the middle of the bed, pale skin flush in the lamp light, fingers pinching at the contrast of her pink nipples. 

He hooked a hand behind her knee, pulling her flat against the mattress with a small squeal, feet in the pillows, before taking the opportunity to lay between her thighs, tasting her once again. 

As he felt her fingers trail along his jaw, he realized that the tactile sensation of her touch was part of the fun. She wanted to feel what he was doing to her just as much as he wanted to do it.  

The noises she made were the kind that came from true pleasure, appreciating the contrast of her enthusiasm against the random women from bars who only lay there with their legs open, and Lizzie, toward the end, barely making a sound at all. 

“Tommy, please, want you. Want you in me when I come.”

He caught the look in her eyes when he glanced up at her, doe-eyed and lust filled, something about the way her lips were parted with her brows drawn together that made him listen. 

Her forehead was buried in his neck once he filled her again, the overwhelming heat fluttering around him spurred him on even more, the sound of breathless pants and groans and skin meeting skin filling the room. 

“Fuck,” her grip on his shoulders only tightened, hips rocking to meet the long quick thrusts he filled her with as she continued, warm breath fanning his neck with her words, “yes, fuck, Tommy right there, shit that feels so fucking good. Fuck, gonna—“

She cut herself off, a sweet moan coming from somewhere in her throat, a welcome assault on his senses. It only pushed him to keep snapping his hips against her plush ass, her feet locked behind him. 

He wasn’t sure which of them came first, but the words leaving her mouth had him ready to pour himself out inside her from the moment they passed through her lips. 

She had drawn back, allowing him the space to capture her lips, a firm grip cradling the back of her head, enjoying the moment of eating up the soft moans and whimpers that she let fall into his mouth as they finished before drawing back to take in the sight she was below him. 

She looked, for a moment, startled, before her eyes snapped to his, smiling, taking a deep breath before he let his forehead rest against hers. 

All she could do was try to catch her breath, and Tommy realized he could have said so many things in that moment. 

Thankfully, she interrupted anything he would have butchered, her hands gently skimming along his sides before she spoke. 

“Can I have my towel? Kinda need it.” She pulled a face, eyes flicking down to where he was still buried inside her. 

Quinn smiled as he tried to grab it with his foot but it was useless. She sighed as he pulled out of her, terribly satisfied but already wondering when it would happen again. 

She took a steadying breath as she placed the towel between her legs, realizing she wouldn’t be standing any time soon. 

She situated herself under the blankets, tucking the pillow under her head as he returned from the bathroom, joining her under the covers. 

“Are you okay?” Tommy whispered, letting her nuzzle into his neck before placing a kiss to her forehead. 

“Hmm, yeah. More than okay.”

She reveled in the way, as she felt herself drift off to sleep, that even half awake and both of them satisfied he still held her, the warmth of his hand pressed flat against her radiating through her skin as he kept her close. 

***

“Fuck,” Quinn cleared her throat, mouth dry, as she tried to capture some semblance of how much time had passed, “what time is it?”

Tommy shifted, tapping the phone screen on the night stand, light filling the room. 

“2:30 in the morning.”

“Shit.”

“Hmm?”

“Never had dinner,” she yawned, snuggling into his chest further, nails tracing absentminded patterns across his skin, “and you fucking wore me out, so I’m starving.”

She could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, toying with her half damp hair, voice rough with sleep, words rumbling in his chest, “I can make something.”

She stretched, rolling around between the navy sheets before forcing herself to actually sit, vision bleary without her glasses. 

“Nah, not that I don’t trust your cooking skills, but put on clothes. I’ll buy dinner.”

“Where are we going to get dinner at 2:30 in the morning?”

“I know a place.”

***

“Can I get,” she scrunched her nose, “a black coffee, an order of Huevos Rancheros, and can I add jalapeños?”

The waitress nodded, scribbling on the notepad. Her blank stare at the both of them wasn’t lost on Tommy. He assumed the girl just wanted to go home despite the place being open 24 hours.

“And does the French toast come as a side or is it only a whole order?”

Tommy watched as she flipped the menu back and forth, looking for the answer but not finding it. 

“Just a whole order, ma’am.”

“Okay, I’ll do that too. Ooh,” she tapped the photo that had strawberries piled on top of the French toast, “the one with the fruit please.”

“Okay,”

“And can I get Alex’s shake; the cinnamon shake?”

The girl nodded, finishing scribbling. “Anything else?”

Tommy watched as she shook her head, sitting back in the wood chair, placing her menu on top of his and folding her hands, looking rather pleased with herself. 

“For you?”

“The corned beef hash, both eggs over easy, with rye toast.”

“Coffee?”

He paused, handing her the menus, “Sure.”

He took in her sleepy smile once the waitress departed, something about the combination of her still disheveled hair, dried into waves from sleeping with it partly wet, heavy eyes, and the way she had tucked herself into that same fucking sweater she had stolen how long ago had him wondering if it was really that simple. 

If that strange twinge he had in his chest when he had worried about her being sick was him actually letting himself love someone again.

He had assumed from the whole situation with Lizzie panning out the way it did that he would spend the rest of his life all alone, being a bitter asshole. 

Maybe that wasn’t the case.

“What are you thinking about?” She whispered as the waitress brought back the two black coffees. 

“Nothing,” he shrugged, picking up the mug as she sat forward, elbows on the table as she cradled the cup as if it was full of liquid gold, looking at him intently, “little bit of everything.”

Maybe the fact that he couldn’t admit it made him realize that it was already too late. 

It was there. No turning back. 

She hummed, nodded, and shifted in the chair.

“Trying to figure out why you ordered enough food to feed three people.”

“Hey!” She sat the mug down, brows drawing together as she crossed her legs, “Because I couldn’t decide what I actually wanted and figured I might as well get both.” She admitted sheepishly.

The restaurant was fairly quiet and fairly empty. 

He watched as her eyes slipped close, previously looking out the window at a passersby on the sidewalk, but the cadence at which she tapped her nails, square tipped acrylics painted black to match her toes, continued.

The sound didn't bother him, but the rhythm reminded him of the horses he didn’t ride anymore, that only were used for making money now, and something about the thought saddened him just the same. 

She stopped when he covered her hand with his own. 

“So, I’ve been thinking—“ 

“Here you go.” The waitress interrupted, not of her own fault, bringing Quinn the shake as requested. 

“Oh, thank you.”

She pulled back, not in a harsh way but the retraction  of her hand caught him off guard all the same, took a drink of the shake, setting it aside before reverting back to the coffee. 

“You’ve been thinking; About?”

“It might be kind of stupid,” she shook her head, giving a shrug, “but do you know anything about how to set up a scholarship?”

There was silence for a moment, and Quinn wasn’t sure if it was something she had said or done, but Tommy’s expression was confused. 

“Generally, yes. I know the gist of the process.”

“Is it difficult?”

“It depends on if you try to do it all yourself or go through someone else.”

Quinn hummed, setting the coffee down. 

“So you’ve had someone else do it.”

“Yes. A couple. One is a memorial scholarship in Grace’s name. How did you know?”

“I didn’t. I just guessed.”

“A lot of it depends on if it’s tied to a charity or a nonprofit organization. Some of it hedges on if it’s recurring or awarded once. There’s obviously other technicalities along the way,” he took a drink of the coffee and Quinn felt like she was being sized up for a moment, “Who are you doing it for?”

She sighed, looking down at her empty hands before feeling far more emotional than she thought she should. 

“Um, I’m not sure if I can put the stipulation on it, but I wanted to do it for, uh, fuck,” she took a sip of the shake, a welcome distraction, while she tried to put into words something that shouldn’t have been that hard to say, “for women who have have survived domestic violence. Got out. Gotten out alive. I can’t imagine what having a fresh start after something like that would do for someone.”

“Yes, you can.” Tommy’s tone was reassuring as he spoke, “You have.”

She nodded, staring down into the mug. “Yeah, you’re right. It was a fucking relief.”

“You also can put stipulations on what it can cover. If it’s just tuition or room and board also. Books and fees.”

“Right.”

“How much?”

“What?”

“How much were you going to make the award?”

She shrugged, “I don’t even know what tuition is anymore. I was thinking $10,000. It seems like a lot but that really didn’t get me that far when I was in school.”

“I’ll match it. Whatever you decide.”

The comment was so offhand, she almost didn’t know what to say.

“What? Tommy you don’t have to—“

“I know.” He nodded, thankful for the reprieve of the waitress once again, to not let his thoughts wander down the path of wishing he would have met her sooner to protect her from all of the horrors she had endured, the train of thought that had been on his mind heavily since they had returned. 

***

Quinn woke up as she heard the door to the apartment close, hoping silently that it was no one arriving unexpectedly. 

She rolled into Tommy’s pillow, settling back under the covers and dozing off until the door opened and closed once again. 

It was 8 AM. 

After their outing in the middle of the night she thought she would sleep longer than that, but, she forced herself out of the bed anyway, bare feet padding across the wooden floors, making a stop in the bathroom to steal her spare toothbrush out of the medicine cabinet in order to not feel like a total fucking heathen. 

She could smell coffee, but after the last week, she realized that was the only smell that came through. No bubbles. No soap. Not Tommy’s cologne or the maple syrup she used on the French toast. 

She sighed, digging in the cupboard for a mug before realizing she could feel someone watching her. 

Tommy was sitting at the table, clearly having just looked back to the stack of mail and paper that was sitting in front of him as she poured a cup of coffee. 

She was wearing one of his shirts and her underwear and nothing else. After they returned in the night, she had bugged to turn some movie on in bed, something that just switched to streaming, and they had stayed up talking until it felt like the sun would be up any moment. 

She hummed contentedly as she stared down into the black liquid, her reflection peeking back out at her, thinking about, no matter how much she hated the phrase it was all she could quantify it with, the way he made love to her between the sheets, holding her close as they fell asleep once again afterward. 

The phrase usually made her cringe and now it gave her goosebumps just thinking about it. 

It didn’t feel like just sex, and it certainly hadn’t been a quick fuck. 

She wandered to the table, thinking nothing of leaning over Tommy’s shoulder to see what he was reading, free hand resting on his chest as she tucked her chin into his neck. 

“Ooh, you get The Times on Sunday?” 

“Yeah.”

“Can I have the book review? And the sports section?” She sunk down into the free chair, setting the mug down rather unceremoniously as she tucked the shirt into her lap, taking in Tommy’s disheveled hair and the tortoise shell glasses, something she had never seen him wear before. 

He looked so comfortable when he was relaxed. 

Quinn realized, rather selfishly, that she would be content if every Sunday were like this. 

Easy like Sunday morning.

Tommy rifled through the paper, handing off the weather and sports and the book review section. 

“And the crossword, too. I love the crossword but I’m terrible at it.”

“Do you want the mini, too?” He asked, tapping the lower part of the page as he relinquished most of the paper to her. 

“When you’re done.”

“Can I have the business section back? Tail end of the opinion.”

“Yep.”

The both skimmed in silence, Quinn sipped the coffee occasionally as she hunted for the crossword, glancing up every now and then to look at Tommy. He read some part of the business section with intense focus. 

“Is there no crossword on Sunday?”

Tommy rifled through the remaining broadsheets, plucking the Sunday Magazine from the stack, “It’s printed in the Arts during the week but on Sundays it’s in the magazine.”

“Thanks,” she hummed, flipping through the pages, before settling in the chair rather awkwardly, nabbing a spare pen from the table, tapping as she spoke, “I never usually got it on Sundays. Just during the week.”

She worked in silence, tapping out letters to see if they fit the boxes as Tommy leafed through the paper for another article. 

“Embargo.”

“Hmm?”

“Three letters, embargo.”

She sipped the coffee, looking at him expectedly for an answer. 

“Ban?”

“Oh, yep. That works.”

Much of the morning continued on in the same way, silence with the rare exception. 

And, it was good. It wasn’t silence out of awkwardness or resentment or some lull before someone started a fight. 

Quinn could read the silence, and it was rather peaceful. 

After awhile, as neither of them knew how to leave work alone, Quinn dug through her bag, procuring her iPad and sat next to Tommy on the couch, where he had taken the chaise part of the sectional, typing quickly on the keyboard of the laptop, stopping to read the words on the screen every so often.

“I’m sorry, by the way,” she shrugged, nestled into his side under a blanket. 

“For what?”

“For not letting you know I wasn’t going to be there, I’ll have to look at my books and figure out when we can actually finish the color.”

“Nothing to worry about.”

“You’re sure you feel fine?”

She had confessed, rather out of the blue, the last few times she had gotten it, and even in that moment, yesterday, her fear. A rational one, Tommy realized, as she teared up on the couch, that she was afraid she was going to die from some unknown after effects. 

He had consoled her, trying to point out that the people that died from those things had been ones with previously documented preexisting conditions, and it had been enough to console her and ease her overthinking mind. 

“Please, don’t worry about me. Just let me clean here while you’re gone today, I, Tommy I just have to do something you took care of me for a fucking week, I owe you a favor, and I don’t have to work today so I need something to do.”

“You don’t owe me anything.” He countered, pouring coffee between the two mugs as she padded barefoot around in the maroon and baby blue faded shirt she had revived from the deep depths of the drawer. 

They hadn’t gone anywhere the rest of the day Sunday. She had changed from one of his shirts into a different one, presumably because the first one was lost in the sheets somewhere early Monday morning.

Quinn looked down, trying for the third time to figure out from the upside down angle what was wrong with the text.

“It’s spelled wrong,” she said, pulling a face as she pointed to the maroon letters. Tommy handed her the mug, steam from the scalding coffee catching her in the face. “It’s a-i-n-s.”

“Not for what it’s meant for it isn’t.”

She shook her head, trying to think of what its intended representation was. 

Villans. Not villains. 

“Fuck,” Tommy hissed, pulling his phone from the breast pocket of the jacket. 

“What?” 

He shook his head, leaning down to press his lips to her forehead before silencing the call, “My day has already begun.”

“Hmm,” she agreed, the action catching her off guard as she retreated, “good luck, I’m taking a nap.”

“It’s not even 6 yet, love.”

She nodded, sitting on the couch and pulling the blanket over her legs, “I know. I’m usually still sleeping. Goodnight. Bye.”

By the time she woke up, Quinn determined it was time for another cup of coffee. 

She checked the clock on the stove, relieved that it was a little after 10AM, which suited her regular schedule much better that 5 whatever the fuck in the morning. 

She realized, as she putzed around, putting clothes in to wash and peeking in the fridge, that it was strange being in Tommy’s apartment without him there. 

She thought she was hungry, but the fridge just contained random ingredients to things that didn’t really make anything as a whole. 

She couldn’t go get anything, because she didn’t have a key to get back in, and ordering delivery didn’t really sound too appealing, so, she settled on eating some crackers that she found in the pantry and determined that was enough for a while. 

The silence of being alone was driving her crazy. 

Traipsing to the bedroom she dug through her bag in search of her headphones, hoping that some music would give her the motivation to at least tidy up. 

In retrospect, she shouldn’t have committed to cleaning anything, but it was too late for that. 

Nothing sounded appealing to listen to. A rare occurrence but she realized she hadn’t really listened to anything for while. 

Scrolling, staring into the void of her phone, she eventually picked the playlist that she had aptly named [NSFW].

The amount of swear words in the songs would have her Oma rolling in her grave. 

Awhile later, after another cup of coffee and psyching herself up enough to commit to actually doing something, Quinn was too caught up in a the music blasting through her headphones to hear the door click closed, heels clicking across the floor as she danced around on her knees, digging the rest of the pots and pans out of the drawer that had crumbs in the bottom of it that she couldn’t fucking look at any fucking longer. 

“Excuse me?”

Quinn hadn’t heard the words the first time, but the gap in her music fell at just the right time, that the woman’s words cut through as if she was standing right beside her. 

“Jesus fuck—“ Quinn stood bolt upright, knee catching the bottom of the drawer, heart hammering as she tripped over the door to the dishwasher. 

Oww. 

She found herself stumbling back against the counter, ripping one of the AirPods out of her ear, the music coming to a halt, as she met eyes with the well dressed woman standing across the kitchen island from her. 

Shit. 

Fuck. 

Damn. 

Oh no…

She could feel her eyes grow wide as she took in the smirk playing on the corner of the woman’s lips. 

Apparently watching someone’s life flash before their eyes was amusing. 

“I take it you’re the girl Arthur’s been giving Tommy a hard time about?”

“That…” Quinn swallowed, scratching at her scalp under the mess of hair piled on top of her head, as she took in the smattering of freckles on the woman’s cheeks, the brownish reddish hair, and the fact that the girl honestly didn’t look as old as Quinn had first thought, close to her own age if she had to guess, “entirely depends.”

“On?” She quirked a brow, arms crossed, a glimmer of mischief in her blue eyes, and that was when the pieces fell into place. 

“Oh my fucking god,” Quinn leaned forward, elbows resting on the counter and head in her hands, as she took a shuddering breath, “yeah I see it now. Okay. You’re Ada?”

She nodded, laughing a bit as the smile finally cracked through her faux stern exterior. 

“Oh,” Quinn puffed out her cheeks as she exhaled, hands on her hips as she remembered she was in Tommy’s shirt with no bra on, “I thought I was a dead woman, because, well, you know.”

“Because my brother is a dolt and has never shown you pictures of his family?”

Quinn snorted, thankful for what seemed to be an innate Shelby ability to read between the lines, “Yeah, I guess when you put it that way. Sorry; he didn’t mention you were coming.”

“He didn’t know I’d be here today, I’ve been from Brooklyn to Camden, New Jersey looking at a bunch of fucking property this last week but, I’m exhausted and was coming here to take a nap,” she took off the jacket, and it clicked for Quinn what she meant, the bump under her dress now rather apparent, “but, truthfully, I’m starving.”

“Well, uh, let me throw myself together then I’ll be out of your hair—“

Quinn heard the suction of the fridge door closing. 

“Do you want to get lunch?” 

Ada’s words halted her retreat, the concept of eating with someone she only just met not terribly off putting, but Quinn tried to feel out what the reason behind it could be. 

“Uh, sure. Just,” she gestured to the shirt, “let me get ready.”

Quinn retreated to the bedroom, digging through the piles of freshly washed clothes, as she tossed the shirt and underwear she had been wearing in the pile of yet dirty clothes. 

Met your sister. She seems nice. Getting lunch. 

She hammered out the message, tossing the phone on the bed and continued to dig through the clothes. 

Quinn had determined jeans and her old Detroit Red Wing’s hoodie would have to do. 

She wasn’t even sure where it came from, maybe her dad had bought it and it had hung around until she took it, because Yzerman’s number 9 that decorated the back was retired in 2006. 

She fought with the button on the jeans long enough to almost give up, before the metal button finally had popped through the hole. Fucking nails. 

She was sure, as they walked close together on the sidewalk, that they looked like quite the pair. Ada looked rather put together in her little heels and wool jacket and dress. 

“What sounds good?” Quinn questioned, phone going off in her pocket, as they rounded another city corner. 

“Anything spicy. I swear I never usually eat spicy but it’s like—“

“Now you can’t get enough?”

Ada cocked her head as they continued, giving Quinn a knowing look, before she nodded. “Been fucking living on antacids.”

Quinn snorted, rolling up her sweatshirt sleeves, before she finally relented, seeing that someone wasn’t going to give up calling her incessantly. 

She could only guess who. It just felt rather rude to answer while they were trying to hash out their plans. 

“I actually know a really good Indian place,” she looked at the phone, silencing Tommy’s call, before continuing, “it’s a hike but—“

“Let’s go.”

After walking half way, Ada’s tired feet and poor choice of shoes for the excursion had them hailing a cab. 

“I’ll have to run for the toilet as soon as we get there, I swear. Thought I’d only be doing this once—“ Ada grumbled, pulling her phone from her purse, to answer her brother's phone call. 

“What, Thomas?” She answered, rather exasperated. 

“Well, we’ve been chatting!”

She turned the phone away to ask Quinn a question, “He wants to know if he should meet us for lunch. Where are we going?”

“Panna. On first avenue.” Quinn hadn’t been there in ages, she was already trying to decide what to get. 

“Yes. It’s far away. We’re taking a cab.” Ada tried to adjust to sit more comfortably, but the backseat of the cab only had so much room. 

“Okay. About the acquisition? Well, good luck.”

She laughed, continuing, “Oh, trust me, I’ll only tell all the good stories. Bye, Tom.”

“He said he would have joined us if he didn’t have a meeting in a half hour.”

“Understandable.” Quinn smiled, “That’s okay, then you can tell me all the terrible stories, too.”

Ada sighed, settling herself into the chair, before looking over the menu. 

Quinn watched her for a moment, seeing the resemblance between her and Tommy, and from what she could remember of the little bit she’d seen of Arthur and Finn, although without any introduction, she could see the thread that tied them together. 

“So, how many siblings do you have all together?”

Ada quirked a brow, looking up from the menu. 

“Tommy doesn’t say much, family wise.”

“Well he’s told me you have five sisters and four that are absolutely atrocious toward you, so I’m not sure why he hasn’t shared the ins and outs of the chaos that is our family, yet.” 

Quinn opened her mouth, wanting to protest that she had six, but didn’t feel like divulging the fact that Lydia had been out of their lives for years, and kept looking for the words that didn’t come to her. 

She gave up, closing her mouth before she turned into a fish out of water gasping for breath. 

Do they all fucking know he went home with me? Jesus Christ. 

“Well, he’s told me some, but usually he just uses everyone’s name and I wasn’t sure if there—“

“There’s five of us. I’m sorry, I’m just cranky and famished and it’s a terrible combination.”

Quinn nodded, deciding on the samosas and chicken tandoori, and that a side of naan bread wouldn’t hurt either. 

By the time their food came, Ada seemed more even tempered. She spoke fondly of her son and of her husband, Ben, out of the country for some kind of work with the government. 

“Sometimes it’s a few months of just seeing each other through the phone,” she shook her head, “I could tell you the exact day I got pregnant, I swear, because I think he was only home for two days.”

Quinn chuckled as she bit into one of the samosas, thankful for the chance to say nothing. 

Halfway through the meal they ended up ordering more naan bread, as neither of them seemed to be able to take a bite of their food without it. 

“I really am not sure what is holding the whole,” Ada waved the fork around as she stared down at her plate, trying to chew through the bite before she continued speaking,  “divorce process up. Honestly.”

Quinn swallowed thickly, their conversation taking a hard left rather quickly, not sure how much of her brother’s marital issues she was aware of in contrast to the knowledge she herself had. 

“I’m not really sure,” She could feel the anxiety prickle along the back of her neck, the light headed feeling catching her off guard, feelings starting to swim in her head amongst the reflection off the window from the Christmas lights. 

“Please,” Ada started, not sure if it was quite her place but not willing to waste the opportunity of them being alone to not say something in her brothers defense, “I don’t know what you know, and I don’t know what the, situation, between you and my brother is, but for everyone’s sanity, don’t let him come home and find you in bed with someone else. I don’t think he could go through it a second time.”

Quinn froze except for a nod as Ada fixed her with a serious steely stare, causing her to swallow hard before the other woman continued without prompting. 

“Sorry, I’m sure it’s the last thing you want to think about. How is your work going?” Ada forced a smile, realizing that she probably didnt need to torture the girl with the continual reminder that her brother was still married, although she realized the technicalities of the situation were the only thing still holding it together as a marriage.

As did most of their family. 

“Good. Busy. I'm going to Germany soon for a convention. A friend lives there so she invited me to come, and I’m looking forward to it.” Quinn sighed, “I am not looking forward to packing and TSA but that’s a whole other thing.”

“Christ, just be thankful you’re small,” Ada said, “they look at me like I have a bomb strapped to my stomach I swear.”

“How far are you?”

She sighed, “A little over six months. Ready to be done. She’s always laying on my bladder I swear. I always said after Karl I’d be done but, here I am.”

Quinn laughed, relieved at the shift in conversation to something less tense, “Have you picked out a name?”

“Yes. Elizabeth. After our Aunt.”

“A different aunt? I thought your aunt was named Polly?”

“No, same woman. Not sure how that came about as a nickname but, we’ve called her Polly as long as anyone can remember.”

Quinn hummed, shuffling the food around on the plate. 

“Tommy said you deal in antiques?”

Ada’s eyes lit up at the mention, “Yes. The challenge of it is so rewarding. It’s like finding a needle in a haystack sometimes but the payoff is amazing.”

“Well, we’ll have to go to Burlington sometime. It’s like a gold mine there I swear.”

By the time Quinn got back to the apartment that night, she was exhausted. The thought of working the next day piled on top didn’t help too much either. 

She put the clothes away as Beelzebub pattered back and forth across the dresser, brushing on clothes in an effort to grab her attention. 

“Bud, just give me a minute, okay? Then you can have all the pets I swear.”

“Quinn?” Hannah called as she slid the dresser drawer closed, the black mass of fluff jumping to the bed to claim a spot before Quinn sat down. 

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. I can’t smell anything, but I’m good.”

“Oh, I thought you went to the hospital or something but I didn’t want to call and bug. I just came back to grab some stuff and everything was clean and you were gone.”

“No, I was with Tommy. Sorry. I should’ve let you know.”

“Nah, you’re good, Chuck.” Hannah shifted, leaning against the door, “So, y’all figure out what you’re doing yet?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, what are y’all? Are you just some married dudes side chick or what?”

“What are you talking about?” She knew she never should have told Hannah everything that came from the trip back home, but showing up looking like she’d been in a car wreck required some explanation and it was so much easier to lay it all on her at the time. 

“Quinn, how long are you going to drag this shit out? Yeah, he took care of you while you were sick and it’s cute and all that, but, is he even getting divorced? This bitch living on a whole other continent and you’re just over here—“, she made a cock sucking motion, gagging as she did so before rolling her eyes, the ponytail on top of her head springing back and forth with the motion. 

“Get out of my room.” Quinn spoke, heat creeping to the tips of her ears as she pulled the sweatshirt off and tossed it over the chair. 

“Quinn—“ Hannah’s expression softened some, but it was already too late. 

“No, go away. Leave me alone.” 

Quinn shut off the light after ushering Hannah out the door. 

She rubbed at her eyes under her glasses, thankful that she hadn’t put makeup on. 

Was it really so strange? The situation they had found themselves in?

Surely, they weren’t the only people that had gotten caught up in something so messy, meeting in the right place at the wrong time. 

She sighed, kicking off the jeans and climbing under the covers as Mr. Bee hopped up on the bed next to her, nudging her hand and chin for attention before she petted him rather unenthusiastically. 

But, was Hannah right? Quinn really had no clue about what was happening on the other side of the pond. 

Was it really just some game? Was she some kind of homewrecker without even knowing it?

Surely with the situation she couldn’t be seen as the one at fault?

But, what were they even doing?

Fuck. 

#tommy shelby #peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #peaky fookin blinders #tommy shelby fanfic #quinn meyer #misadventures #peaky blinders fanfic #fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic #modern!tommy shelby #modern au #modern day au #modern thomas shelby #modern tommy shelby #modern!tommy #modern Tommy Shelby X oc #oc fanfic #oc fanfiction #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy fanfic

[totallyexhausted]

Kind of also want to do a Kazuki sickfic because the idea of Rei running around, having absolutely zero skills to nursing someone back to health, let alone an adult (possibly his 👀👀👀 boyfriend) as it can be different that a child, and no idea on what to do because caring for sick Miri took 10 years off his life and now Kazuki!!!! Seems absolutely hilarious to me. And then Miri being sweet adorable little Miri trying to help take care of Papa-Kazu in her own way.

Kazuki also kind of seems like he would self isolate as well and convince everyone he’s fine because he doesn’t want them to worry or fret over him…. Possibly having someone care for him reminds him too much of his ex-wife and that hurts… brings up painful memories. Damn then you could have his fever spike too and he starts crying and getting REALLY emotional because he’s so out of it and Rei is just like omfg wtf do I do!?!?!?!

Rei actually getting emotional at one point when Kazuki passes out from fever and Rei breaks, asking Kazuki repeatedly, what should I do? Tell me what to do! Maybe Rei dragging Kazuki to the bathroom and throwing him in the tub (all a little rougher than he wanted but damn it- he’s freaked), soaking rags in the cool water to try and bring down Kazuki’s temperature. Miri helps and eventually Kazuki opens his eyes slowly, his voice hoarse, “R-Rei?” Rei almost throws himself at Kazuki when he heard his name, pulling him in a tight hug that alarms the other man (because Rei with emotions!?!?!) but he softens after a few and pats Rei’s shoulder weakly- Miri jumps up because she wants to be apart of the hug too!!!! Yeah idk lol 😂

Could you imagine, especially if the theory surrounding him collecting intel on Kazuki or working for the Boss and basically Kazuki is his target turns out to be right- because Rei would be like, I’m supposed to be collecting intel on this idiot! Not cradling him in my arms! Wtf!?!?!?! (Lol is this a Lance/Keith situation?)

Lol- the Boss sent me to collect intel on this guy/ put a hit on him and now we’re married with a kid… imagine the Boss just hearing this from one of his henchman during a debriefing of the KazuRei operation and shaking his head like wtf is my son doing!?!?!?!

#buddy daddies #sickfic #Kazuki #rei #miri #fanfiction #kb

[causeitsagame]

For the travel prompt, no. 22? With Hajime and Fuyuhiko OR honestly whomever in SDR2 if you're tired of the boys by now 😂 P.S travel buddies, safe travels -xoxo you get one guess

22. Muffled, from the other side of the door

(Fic prompt here, and feel free to send more, anyone! There's another one that I'm doing now that I got this imagery out of my head, and I don't mind having more in the hopper.)

I debated which route to take with the prompt, and then realized that I was circling between some closely related options. So, it turned into "three times someone didn't quite say 'I love you' and one time that they did." Feel free to read as romantic/platonic as you want with any of these.

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DAY WW:

"I checked the library quite thoroughly, and I believe our visitor was a Pacific green turtle. See?" From where she sat on the floor, Sonia rose to a kneeling position. She held a book open above a plexiglass panel, like the man behind it would suddenly open his eyes and comment on the pages.

Gundham didn't, of course. He, and everyone else who'd died inside the Neo-World Program, stayed motionless behind their pod doors.

As if he'd responded, Sonia lowered herself back to the floor and continued to study her book. "After she buried her eggs in the sand, I watched her return to the ocean. I tried to think of all the markers you would look for, and I'm quite sure that the shape of her bill indicated this species."

Gundham's pod remained as silent as ever.

"They're migratory animals." Sonia's hands began to shake where she held the book. "She was missing most of one of her front fins. She just barely made it back to the water. I had to wonder if she encountered a shark along her migration route, or…" Her hands shook more until she gripped the book harder. "Or people."

No matter where that turtle swam, she might have encountered the aftereffects of humanity's collapse. Someone starving didn't care if an animal they saw was endangered; deadly pollution still spread; warfare caught all sorts of innocents in its crosshairs.

And all of those problems could be traced back to the people who had been assigned to these pods.

"I'm mostly hoping it wasn't some sort of chemical problem," Sonia uselessly continued, slipping back into her native tongue. Why did she keep talking? It wasn't like he'd respond. "That might weaken the egg shells if so, right? But… her children should be healthy. Things should be easier for them. Things should… things should start to get better, now."

Sonia's weak smile trembled as she rose back onto her knees to study Gundham. He'd grown lean and quiet as a member of Ultimate Despair. After Junko died and they became the Remnants, the remaining, ascended leaders of Junko's cause, devotion escalated to a fever pitch. Some mutilated themselves, while Sonia directed her nation's people into mass graves. Gundham had separated himself even more from humanity and let his body outright wither.

When Sonia was out in the sun with the other survivors, that era could almost feel like a fever dream, though one that demanded a lifetime's atonement. Gundham looked the same as he had, though; so did everyone else still behind these pod doors. It made it hard not to focus on those years. Deliberately, Sonia stared down at his face and forced her brain to reach even further back.

"I'm sure you'll want to help the turtles when you wake up, right?" Sonia wondered, and polished a tiny spot on his pod door. "I hope you'll let me help. When you and I first talked, back in school… I very much loved helping you with your animals. And I loved…"

Her voice trailed off and Sonia sat back on her heels. No. She'd wait to say that until he'd woken up, and could hear it.

After that pause, Sonia nodded, stood, and adjusted her book. "I'll be sure to look after the turtles until you wake up, all right?"

There was no answer.

Of course.

DAY XX:

"Ten laps, this morning," Akane bragged, and rapped her knuckles ten times exactly against Nekomaru's pod door. "I'm really getting my strength back."

Ten laps? Ten laps of what? Don't get sloppy, that's not a regimen! Describe it better!

Akane lifted an arm high overhead, stretching out its aching muscles. "Ten laps around the middle island, I mean."

The pod practically radiated judgment.

"I know it's the littlest island," Akane added with a dramatic eyeroll. "I'm working my way up, all right? One day, I run laps around its beach. The next day, I swim 'em. And eventually, I'll move up to a bigger island. Maybe you'll be outta there by then, huh?"

See, now that, I can understand! Have you been tracking your times?

"I know, I know, I gotta time myself," Akane grumbled. "You sure do love your numbers, Coach."

Heh. I have to track them, since you won't!

It was so easy to imagine Nekomaru's responses that Akane's imagination couldn't help but picture him opening his eyes, shoving the pod door wide open, and wrapping her into a hug as strong as he'd ever given. But he didn't, reality corrected a moment later. Not yet.

Not yet. Not yet.

Akane swallowed down anything but her daily training report. Coach Nekomaru didn't care about other stuff, right? He'd just want her getting her strength back, and so that was what she'd tell him.

"I'll aim for eleven laps, tomorrow," Akane added, and added one more tap on his pod door. "And I'll time myself!"

You'd better.

Right.

Until he woke up, she'd only talk training.

DAY YY:

"It feels like even longer than it's been. But you're gonna be one of the hardest to wake up, apparently." A heavy sigh escaped Fuyuhiko. "I told Kazuichi and Hajime that they'd better not cut any damn corners. Started yelling, too, until they asked why I was shouting at them. Well, Kazuichi whined about it. For Hajime, it felt like he looked right through me, like he was pulling my brain inside out, and promised you'd be safe."

Fuyuhiko studied the woman inside the pod. Peko had fared better than many of them, to look at her, but that was probably because she'd never been allowed softness while growing up. There hadn't been much there for hell to burn away.

"I keep seeing a shadow out of the corner of my eye, and some part of me still thinks it's you. It's like…" Fuyuhiko smiled wanly, and adjusted the eyepatch that stole a good forty degrees of vision from that side. Yeah. It was like he was walking around with a blind spot over much of his existence.

After that pause, he continued, "I know you'd want to hear that I'm doing okay. Am I? I don't even fucking know. I know how to make friends, now. Without them, I…" He exhaled heavily. "I wouldn't be here. Sorry. I know you'd hate to hear that. I got pretty fucked up after you… uh, left, and I basically stopped caring if I woke up each morning. They made me care, again.

"But isn't that backwards?" Fuyuhiko wondered, leaning against Peko's pod and staring up at the dim metal ceiling. "I still don't totally know how to be without you. When we were really little, I said I loved you before I said it to Mom or Dad. I didn't even remember that until Mom put me through a goddamn guilt trip over it. She was pissed." Sadness weighed on his expression. "And… she probably took it out on you."

Peko said nothing, of course. Even outside her pod, she'd stay quiet. They'd both been shaped like the trees in the family garden, growing in ways chosen by generations past.

"They said that 'love' was what you said to someone you really cared about," Fuyuhiko sighed. "So I said it to you." Another pause choked him, underlaid with the low, constant thrum of electrical current. "And I always meant it… but I didn't ever know how to be your friend. Yeah. Isn't that all ass-backwards?"

Naturally, she didn't reply.

"When you wake up," Fuyuhiko deliberately said, allowing no room for uncertainty, "Maybe we can finally figure out how to be friends. Now that I can do that, y'know."

Peko didn't move, but he hoped she liked the idea.

"Right. We'll get that figured out." Fuyuhiko opened his mouth, closed it, and shook his head. And he'd figure out what else to say, afterward.

DAY ZZ:

"I'm okay with this. With dying for good, I mean." The code-jumbled remains of Chiaki Nanami stared at an output screen hanging impossibly in the air over the Hotel Mirai swimming pool. Programming scrolled down it too quickly for any human to read, a endless waterfall jumble of neon green on black. None of it reflected in the still water below, which began to vanish in half-second blips.

Next to her, Usami smiled at the very last commands for the Neo-World Program. "Because it really worked, didn't it?" Though she'd forced herself out of the system's trash bin to finish off the Junko A.I., code integrity hadn't lasted for long. One of Usami's legs had lost its texture map and was a monochromatic pale grey. The other leg's overlay had gotten corrupted, and was now a staticky jumble of black, green, and red. "And so I'm okay, too!"

Chiaki felt a chunk of her face and most of her shoulder glitch a half-meter to the left, then snap back into place. It didn't hurt; she wasn't a body to tear apart. It was disorienting, though. She'd clawed herself out of the trash, too, when Hajime and the others were caught in a feedback loop, and the process was neither smooth nor easy. "Do you think she was okay?"

Usami turned to Chiaki and tilted her head. The ear lower to the ground fell completely limp, like the structure had been removed from her model. "She? Who are you talking about, Chiaki?"

Chiaki smiled sadly at the screen. On it, Nagito's neural processes were beginning to slowly awaken as his constructed reality crumbled. This world was nearly done. "I'm talking about Chiaki."

Usami's head further tilted.

"The real one."

Taking her hand, Usami declared, "You're real."

Chiaki's smile broadened, and she gripped Usami's paw tighter. "Then, the Chiaki they modeled me after. When she knew that she was about to die, do you think she was okay?"

Usami's typical cheer faltered as she looked down at the flickering swimming pool. Her other ear's structure fell flat, too. "Probably not."

"Yeah," Chiaki softly agreed. "Whatever she wanted or needed to do in her life… she never got the chance. So she couldn't have been okay, could she?" Her eyes turned back to the scrolling code, and as one line blurred past, Chiaki nodded. "He just woke up. They all made it."

"They all made it," Usami echoed. "All of them."

Sniffling, Chiaki knuckled away a tear with her free hand, ignoring how it was suddenly the same monochrome grey as Usami's leg. Her outfit cycled through four color schemes the designers had tried before settling on her final model. They'd dummied out the content, but as her model faltered, it grabbed for any potential data to use. "But me? I got to do what I needed to do. So I'm okay. I really am."

"We both did amazingly!" Usami declared. Above them, the skybox projection snapped into sudden low resolution. Soft cumulus curves became blurry white boxes. "Um. So, the Neo-World Program is trying to shut down, now that Nagito is out of his pod."

Chiaki slowly nodded. Her hand glitched out of Usami's, but she grabbed and held it again. "What needs to happen?"

"That's the control screen," Usami explained as they both stared up at the floating wall of code. It had gone quiet, except for one error message: SHUTDOWN AVERTED. OBSERVER ENGAGED. That error kept repeating, and so it began to take over the screen. "It thinks we want to interact with the program, since we're still in this room."

Chiaki exhaled. She was okay, she was. And she hoped that, somehow, the flesh-and-blood Chiaki would feel some tiny echo of her accomplishment. Maybe that would help her rest. Maybe. "Then, come on, Usami. Let's go."

Usami nodded up at her. Her entire texture map was either gone or glitched, now; Chiaki could only imagine what her own model looked like. "Let's go. And I'm so proud."

"Me too," Chiaki agreed as she led Usami through the front doors of Hotel Mirai, into the lobby where she'd spent so much of her time. The lobby where she'd first met Hajime. "I'll never forget any of them."

When the door clicked shut, the world became impossibly quiet. "It knows we're not observing, any more," Usami whispered. Behind her, an arcade machine blinked out, and then the reception desk.

"The program can end, now," Chiaki agreed, just as softly, and turned back to the door.

It felt like everyone else was right on the other side, somehow, as she rested her free hand upon it. "I love all of you," Chiaki whispered, and smiled through her tears. "We'll be friends forever. Goodbye."

> > >

SHUTDOWN COMPLETE.

#my fic #i'll tag for characters more than ships since you can read most of them either way #(and the last duo is definitely not a ship lmfao) #sonia nevermind #gundham tanaka #akane owari #nekomaru nidai #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #peko pekoyama #chiaki nanami #usami

[harvestleaves]

Fever (Chapter 1)

Summary: Maverick is sick, Iceman takes care of him.

A/N: No one asked for this Top Gun fic, I just wanted to write it, so here’s chapter 1.  And I did have to look up what cold medicine was available in the 80′s, so you’re welcome. 😂😂  You can also read it on Ao3 here.

Rating: General

Word Count: 877

Maverick wasn't sick, or at least that's what he was telling himself. It didn't matter that his throat was hurting or he felt warm and achy. He wasn't sick.

Coughing into his fist, Maverick leaned down to splash some water from the sink onto his face, savoring the cold before he turned off the water and patted his face dry with his towel. As he was doing this, he didn't hear Iceman getting up from their bed and making his way into the bathroom.

Iceman yawned as he spotted his boyfriend in their shared bathroom, a smirk appearing on his face as he slid his arms around the other man's waist before leaning down to press a soft kiss to Maverick’s neck.  Maverick’s extremely warm neck.

“Mmm, morning,” Maverick spoke, breaking the silence with his raspy voice.

‘Raspier than normal in the morning,’ Iceman noted as Maverick turned around to properly hug him.

“Good morning to you too.  You’re running a little warm, how are you feeling?” Iceman asked, keeping his voice gentle yet firm as he reached down to tilt Maverick’s chin up.  Surveying his pale face, Iceman made a mental note of the bags under his boyfriend's eyes, in addition to the sweat beading at his temples and the slight wheeziness of his breathing.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.  Maybe a little cold, but fine,” Maverick shrugged, averting his gaze to keep from looking into Iceman’s sharp blue eyes, knowing the other man was scanning him over for signs of illness despite Maverick’s claims that he was okay.

“You’re fine?  Well, your sweaty forehead, obvious fever, and wheezing say otherwise,” Iceman stated with a smug smirk as he reached behind Maverick to open the medicine cabinet, grabbing the thermometer from the top shelf.

“Open your mouth and put this under your tongue,” Iceman said as he took the cover off the thermometer, holding it up for Maverick.

“Damn, at least buy me dinner first,” Maverick tried to joke before he started coughing, unable to hold them back now that Iceman knew he was sick.  He leaned into Iceman’s chest when the coughing fit was done, pouting when his boyfriend slipped the thermometer into his mouth.

“That was some coughing fit.  Wait until that beeps, then we’ll decide what to do next,” Iceman whispered softly against Maverick’s hair as he held the smaller man close, taking the thermometer when it beeped.

“101.2, you’ve got a fever.  Let’s take a cool shower, then I want you to get back into bed so I can go get some cold medicine for you.” Iceman said as he gently stroked Maverick’s back, frowning at how warm the other man was as he tried to snuggle as close to Iceman as humanly possible.

Maverick frowned at Iceman’s suggestion and found himself rapidly shaking his head.  “No going to the store.  I want you to stay with me,” he whispered softly, voice just audible enough that he thought Iceman could hear it.

Iceman’s heart melted at Maverick’s plea for him to stay home and he leaned down to press another kiss to the brunette’s hair.

“Babe, you want me to stay here?  I know you do sweetheart, but we don’t have any medicine for you here.  I guess I could call Slider and have him bring us some,” Iceman suggested, rocking Maverick side to side slightly as the other nodded rapidly against his chest.

“Okay love.  I’ll go call now, and maybe by the time we’re done, Slider will be here.  Get undressed while I go call,” Iceman smiled softly as Maverick let out a small whine at having to let Ice go to their bedroom.

Sitting on their bed, Ice grabbed the phone and called Slider, knowing the other male would most likely be just getting up since it was now 9 in the morning on a Saturday.

“Hello?” Slider grumbled into the phone as he held it up to his ear, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“Morning.  It’s Ice.  I need a favor.”

“A favor?  I’m assuming not for you.  Which means something’s wrong with Maverick.  What’s wrong with him?” Slider sighed as he pulled his eyes open to stare at his ceiling.

“Fever of 101.2, and a cough, and he’s wheezing.  Can you just pick up some cough drops and some Dimetapp cold medicine for him?  I’d go myself but Mav’s feeling really clingy and he doesn’t want me leaving,” Iceman explained, running a hand tiredly over his face.

“Yeah, of course, I can.  I can have it to you guys in probably twenty minutes.  Will he last that long?” Slider tried joking as he sat up, glad he lived next door to the couple.

“Yeah, we’ll manage.  Thank you, I owe you one,” Iceman smiled before he hung up and went back to the bathroom.

“Let’s turn on the cold water and get you clean, Slider said he’ll be here in 20 with some medicine,” Iceman smiled as he turned the shower just cooler than warm, not wanting to shock Maverick’s skin at first with such cold water before he got undressed as well to get in the shower with Maverick, reaching for the shampoo once the smaller male was under the spray of the water.

#top gun #top gun 1986 #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #icemav fic #top gun fic #ron slider kerner

[crinkled-emotions]

I love your fics so much!! They are the perfect combo of whump and angst. And honestly, in my opinion each one is 100 times better when paired with the other😂

So I was thinking..we all know Rooster would want Mav to stay with him if he got sick or hurt, but what about Mav wanting to stay with Roo. Like he actually HAS to be there all through the night or waves of guilt come back for all the times he wasn't there over the years. He's afraid to sleep and wants to be as close to Roo as possible, literally camping out next to him as he recovers. And when Rooster gets really bad, Mav moves onto the bed next to him just so he can make sure he can hear each breath and see that Rooster is in fact still there and alive. The Daggers find them like this one morning and just swoon at the cuteness, not realising the gravity of the situation. And then a resounding Oh Shit hits them when they find out what's going on and get SO upset seeing how vulnerable the two are🥺

Hey anon!! Thanks for your kind words! I've been having a bit of a shit week so I held on to this for a little longer. Hope that's okay!

After losing Rooster to his own actions (which were completely understandable when you know the whole story, by the way) it makes sense that when he gets really sick or hurt, Maverick probably wants to hang around, make sure Bradley's okay, but also to make sure he isn't going anywhere. As much as Rooster has lost those he's loved, so has Maverick and I think it would definitely show at times like this when they're both vulnerable.

Presenting... a fic with these feels. *glares at wip spreadsheet* yes I'm aware I have other shit to do. I would rather do this right now.

"Mav, I'm okay," Rooster whispered, voice hoarse and it was obvious it hurt to move. He winced, grimacing as he rolled on to his stomach.

"I know you're okay kid, but I really think I should keep an eye out. We don't want a repeat of ‘98, do we?" Maverick replied as he moved around the room, shutting blinds and starting the fan in the corner of the room. Bradley always slept hot as a kid and it was no different now, only made worse by the fever he was sporting.

"Mav, c'mon, I was sixteen."

He winced again, apparently stuck in a cramp.

"God, I wish I was sixteen again," he muttered. His head shot up, and he cleared his throat.

"Mav, I didn't mean-"

"-I know kiddo. C'mon, if you're so okay you can't lie like that. You know what sleeping on your stomach does to you."

Bradley made a noise of complaint but shifted on to his side after a minute.

"Mav?"

"Hm?"

"You're not going anywhere... right?"

"That's right, I already called us out. If you want to be alone, though-"

"-no! No, I don't- please don't leave."

Maverick's eyes softened, sighing as he closed Rooster's bedroom door.

"Okay, I'm right here. What do you feel right now?"

"Everything hurts," Rooster complained. It was a very rapid turnaround from his earlier insisting that he was okay.

"Yeah, well, that's what happens when you eject. It's lucky you didn't break something."

"I did," Rooster mumbled, "my pride. And my ass, remember?"

"Sorry Roo, I didn't want to assume it would be okay to talk about it. Butt, I'm glad you feel comfortable to share the pain."

"Mav," Rooster huffed, but his shoulders were shaking. He was laughing.

Maverick knelt by the bed, brushing a hand through Rooster's curls.

"Try to get some sleep."

-

Maverick stirred when he heard a whimper, frowning as he scrubbed at his eyes. Glancing at his phone he saw it was 11pm- Bradley would have only just gone to sleep any other day but the ejection had wiped him out. The whimper echoed in the silent room and Maverick got up, making his way to the side of Rooster’s bed. His face was pinched tight, in pain or fear, and he shifted uneasily in his dreams.

“Bradley,” Maverick started softly, frowning when he put his hand on his shoulder. Rooster’s hand shot out to whack Maverick away but he caught it just in time, pressing it to his chest.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. It’s just a dream, kid.”

Rooster cried out, eyes finally finding Maverick’s in the dark.

“Are you with me?” Maverick asked him. Bradley sniffed, shaking his head. His eyes were completely unfocused, but he seemed to recognise who was standing by his bed.

“Mav? What are you doing here? Where’s mom?”

There it was.

“Uh... she- she had to step out for a minute, okay? I promised her I’d watch you. She was real worried about you.”

That much was true.

“Oh.”

Bradley winced, scrubbing at his eyes again.

“Mav?”

“Yeah, kid?”

He wasn’t a kid anymore, but the way his brown eyes looked up at Mav- he was fifteen again, watching his mom lose every sense of herself to her disease and there was nothing Maverick could have done. Sighing, Maverick took a seat on the edge of the bed.

“How about you close your eyes, huh? Go back to sleep, it’ll be okay when you wake up.”

“You’re still gonna be here, right?”

“I’m not going anywhere, Bradley.”

-

To everyone’s surprise, it was Fanboy who cracked the shits at breakfast the next morning.

“Okay, guys, we gotta go see if they’re okay. No one has heard anything, not even Rooster’s favourite over there.”

“Do you want to still have your dick attached?” Phoenix threatened in retaliation. Bob winced, sitting next to her. Fanboy raised his hands in surrender.

“Steady! Geez. Uh, so... where would he be if he’s not at the infirmary?”

“Mav’s,” Hangman said through a mouthful of bacon. When everyone stared at him he finished his bite and put his fork down.

“C’mon, guys, y’all saw Mav’s face when Roo’s plane went down and you know how Goose died. It all makes sense.”

“Has anyone asked Cyclone where Mav is?” Bob suggested. He’d scooted away from Phoenix slightly just in case.

“If we don’t know, there’s no way Cyclone will.”

“Yeah? Okay Hangman, who would Maverick call if he was taking today off?”

“Guys none of us are on today; let’s go check on them. The least we can do is bring by some milk.”

“Let’s go,” Coyote agreed with Payback, everyone abandoning their breakfast.

-

“Hey, Rooster? Are you here?”

Bob knocked on the front door, listening for any signs of life. Frowning when there was nothing he put his ear to the door.

“Scoot.”

Phoenix elbowed Bob, digging in the pot plant by the door for half a second before she produced a key.

“Really? Who else knew that was there?” Hangman huffed.

“Me,” everyone replied. Hangman scowled ever so slightly.

“C’mon, me and Bob will go upstairs. You guys do a sweep of the living area and the kitchen. Check the back porch too; I found Rooster asleep out there once and I think I scared the shit out of him.”

Phoenix took charge, taking Bob’s wrist and he dutifully followed his pilot. Hangman opened his mouth to make a comment but Coyote quickly whacked his arm.

“Forget it. C’mon, we can check the back deck.”

-

“Rooster? Hey, Br-”

Phoenix stopped dead in the doorway, Bob accidentally walking into her but righting himself at the last second.

“Look,” she whispered. Bob glanced up, eyes widening.

“Uh-?”

"Oh my god.”

They finally saw the extent of the ejection injuries on Rooster’s chest and shoulders, considering he was passed out against Maverick’s side. Maverick was sitting up in bed, eyes closed. It didn’t look comfortable.

“Should we move them?” Bob whispered. Phoenix frantically shook her head.

“No way, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Bradley that peaceful.”

“I thought he broke his ass.”

“He did, and I’m sure he’ll regret the way he’s sleeping later, but for now...”

Phoenix sighed, glancing at the way her best friend instinctively searched for his father in his sleep.

“For now I think we should get everyone else out. Hangman would never let Rooster live this down.”

“I thought they were close in flight school?”

“Oh, that’s a story for another time.”

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#top gun: Maverick #top gun maverick #tgm #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw #Bradley Bradshaw #Rooster #Callsign: Rooster #Pete Maverick Mitchell #Pete Mitchell #Maverick #hurt/comfort #a hint of whump #here's to Rooster's broken ass

[ssamorganhotchner]

First off I’d like to be this emoji anon plz :) 🦋

Secondly I love the idea of like Domestic hotch and his newborn baby girl. He’d be up every time she woke up to let (y/n) sleep because in his eyes she’s done everything and then some with carrying and delivering his baby. But he’d just like gushy baby talk to her begging her to go back to sleep but she’d just stares up at him with her big eyes listening and cooing at her daddy’s voice. Meanwhile the reader’s heart is melting listening to them over the baby monitor?

Or…

How about the BAU ladies throw a baby shower for (y/n) and baby Hotchner. And Aaron was all whiny about it because he doesn’t like the idea of people feeling up his wife/gf’s bump unless it’s him or Jack and he gets super like protective keeping baby mama at arms length at all times. But she’s constantly telling him that she’s okay with it and she’d definitely say something if she wasn’t and he gets pouty about it.

Incase you can’t tell I love Dad!Hotch 😂🥰 he just seems so sweet and caring

Hi anon!! <3 yes ofc you can be 🦋(:

Domestic Hotch with a newborn gives me so much baby fever omg 😭😭❤️ and a little girl?? Ahhh! He would be so patient with her while you slept. Him rocking her back and forth by the crib and looking down at her while she looks up at him with the biggest brown eyes. She giggles and coos at him because she absolutely loves her daddy’s voice. And tbh, mom does too ❤️ it’s so soothing because she’s heard him talk to her before she was born. And when you wake up a little bit you hear him on the monitor going “come on sweet girl, go to sleep for Daddy.. shhhh I love you too. So much. And so does your momma. I don’t know what if do without you both. You and your momma (along with Jack) are my world, Angel.” And you hear her coo again because she loves it when he talks to her. And as soon as you hear him you start tearing up because you never in a million years thought you’d be this happy. As you lay back down with a smile on your face, aaron comes back to bed a few minutes later and snuggles in next to you, kisses your forehead, and you nuzzle into him and before you wake up fully he’s like “shhh sweetheart go back to sleep.. she’s fine she just needed changed,” and kisses your hair as you mumble “mkay,” and lay back into his chest❤️

Ahhhh baby Hotchner BAU baby shower!! Ahhh! He’s so protective over you and the baby even tho he knows his coworkers wouldn’t hurt you at all. And when he’s all pouty when you get home and you ask him about it when you crawl into bed he’s like “I’m just protective of my girls.. I’m sorry :(( I don’t like people touching you. But they’re your friends and I trust them. I still don’t like it :(((.” But ofc he wouldn’t ever actually keep people from touching you if you wanted them to. He’s not controlling. Just a worried dad about the people he loves most. He and Jack are the only ones that can touch you anytime they want and whenever you want them to. He just feels like people are touching his babies :((( and you’re like “oh honey, you know you’d be the first person I would tell if I didn’t like it.” And he pouts again and kisses your shoulder and is like “I know.” And looks down at your belly, laying on it and kisses it and says “daddy and Jack just loves their girls so much.” Oh boy, yes he does. And Jack is CRAZY about baby Hotchner. At the baby shower Rossi jumps up to give you and baby Hotchner a hug and Jack is like “uncle Dave, that’s my little sister! Be careful :(“

#🦋 anon #morgan answers #morgans anons #dad!hotch #my heart is so full #i love him so much #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #hotch

[foxymoxynoona]

Hello foxy! How are you? I think I‘ve been MIA for like a month? Feels like an eternity. I’ve been lurking undercover in the meantime and I’ve been keeping track of everything you’ve posted so far so I can read it and enjoy once I’m in a better headspace. September started wonderfully since a family member passed away (Yep, another one, what a great year) and I’m honestly emotionally exhausted 😅 I spent these weeks trying to keep myself as busy as possible and then randomly bursting into tears and it’s frustrating as fuuuuck because I’m usually always rational and in control of my emotions so being all over the place is very new and scary and I don’t like it😵‍💫.

Anyway on the happy side I did my last exam for the first year😭❤️ (and if you have an idea of how (disorganized🥲) Italian university is you would understand how hard it is to do 7 exams in the actual span of an academic year so i’m very proud of myself 🎉). It was my English Exam and the reason I’m telling you this is because I mentioned you out of panic☺️✌🏻. There was a speaking assessment with a mother tongue teacher and as I was speaking he stopped me and asked me if had ever been to the US because of my accent (okay so telling you this is embarrassing AF because it feels like I’m bragging or that I think I’m the most important and unique English speaker in the world I SWEAR I DON’T PLEASE I HATE THIS EHEIIESJS. I have a strong American accent [which is probably not even an accent to you 😅] and erased any trace of “foreign” accent because I learned English when I was very young by hearing it on tv shows (hence, all the mistakes I make are because I learned grammar by hearing it in speech and never actually sat down to study it🤡) and everyone was American so that’s how I pronounce words now lol. Thank god you we can’t talk in person or there’s a chance you could humble me real quick😂). Anyway I explained it to him and he said “well but I’m assuming you have some American friends you keep in touch with” and don’t ask me why (maybe because you’re the only American person I “know” lol) I thought about you and I was thinking “okay so we never talked, I don’t know what her voice sounds like, don’t know her name and for all I know she could be a fever dream and never existed in this timeline” then I panicked and told him “yes, she’s a writer. Her name’s Rachel.” So now your name is Rachel. Take it or leave it🤪.

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You have not missed much around here, it's the longest I've been quiet in two years 😭 I think I've posted like one thing a week for the last month or something, it feels pitiful, I'm so sad about it.

but OMG that story is so funnyyyyy. Didn't I give someone in one of my stories a girlfriend named Rachel? Maybe? Or did you think of Friends in your panic? Either way, it's so funny. But I'm not surprised your professor can tell you regularly speak to people in English, your English fluency is so natural seeming! Rachel haha. I wish that was actually my name and I could be like "woah that's crazy you guessed it!!" 😂

My voice is muppety and somewhat accented, unfortunately, despite my trying to completely shake my regional accent 😅

#🌸anon #asks