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luveline · 1 year

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omg jade!! this just popped into my head but do u think u could write smth ab roan gettin a tinyyyy bit jealous when reader gives attention to another kid? pls feel free to ignore if u dont like it hehe j smth i thought ab! ily!!

this request is from october I'm so sorry it took this long, thank you for requesting, ily ♥︎ fem!reader

Eddie’s friend Gareth has two kids.

Twin boys, they hang off of him one to each arm and might be the cutest kids you’ve ever seen that aren’t Roan. One is much, much cuddlier than the other, and when he climbs into your lap you really, honestly can’t say no. He’s practically a baby still, two and half years old and chatty without real words.

When he strokes your face with your hand, you look over his little head at Eddie where he’s sitting at the same picnic table and pout at him.

“You want one?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.

You rub the back of the baby’s head, hand stroking over fine, sandy brown hair. “Stop it.”

It’s a very cheeky joke considering you and Eddie haven’t been together that long. And besides, you think he might have his work cut out for him with his own baby girl, he doesn’t need another right now.

Said baby girl has taken to holding your hand basically everywhere you go. You adore Roan and if she wants to hold your hand whenever she sees you, it’s an improvement from her wanting to always be carried. She’d been holding your hand five minutes ago before she proclaimed her need to pee.

She emerges from the house and into the garden with her little hands dripping and Eddie beckons her over. You can hear their hushed conversation as he wipes her hands dry with his t-shirt.

“Did you flush?” he asks quietly.

“Yeah, daddy.”

“Did you wipe the right way?”

She looks a little embarrassed, and then that embarrassment gets eaten by Munson rage. “Yeah, dad.”

Eddie only laughs. “Okay, alright. Thanks, mini me. Kiss for a job well done?”

Roan gives him a quick kiss and then throws her gaze to you. You watch what looks to be excitement shrivel up and dissolve into dust, her eyes widened and then pinched with hurt.

“What’s the matter, baby?” you ask, hand splayed over the small back of your newfound charge.

She doesn’t talk to you. Roan turns on her heel and climbs straight into Eddie’s lap, small thighs either side of his waist and face falling into his t-shirt. He’s as confused as you are, dropping his face down closer to hers and murmuring something too quiet to hear. Her tiny black bunches bounce as she shakes her head.

He tucks a loose curl behind her ear. “Tell me, sweetheart,” he says gently.

Roan pushes her face deeper into his chest and sighs.

You’re at that stage of knowing and loving Roan where all of her upsets still feel huge to you. Eddie, having experienced her change in emotion every single day of her life, is much less affected. Not any less loving, or any less caring, but he doesn’t get so stressed. He pats her little back for what’s left of his friends garden party, and you say goodbye to your clinger when it’s time for their nap.

“Let’s go home, should we?” Eddie asks gently, forehead tapped against Roan’s.

She grumbles irritably and Eddie picks her up, her face quickly hidden in his neck. When all the goodbyes have been exchanged you follow him back to his car, nibbling your lip intermittently. Roan isn’t prone to being quiet like this unless she’s sick or tired, and it’s hours from bedtime, so she has to be sick.

"She's not warm," Eddie tells you.

"Do you feel sick?" you ask her anyways, not because you don't believe Eddie's capabilities as a dad, but for your own peace of mind — you don't like worrying about Roan. It gnaws at you.

She doesn't speak to you. In fact, she doesn't speak to you for hours. Not when you get home, not at the dinner table, and not during cartoons before bed. She doesn't hug you goodnight, and that's when Eddie gives a knowing, amused snort.

"What?" you ask, pulling your gaze from her retreating back to him. "What's funny? Your baby doesn't like me anymore, this is the opposite of funny."

"She's just jealous." You scoot away from him. He pulls you back in with an eye roll. "Not of me, dork. Of Henry."

You blink. "Gareth's kid?"

"Yes." His head lolls lazily to the side, and his smile is more a smirk than anything else. "Come on, sweet thing. Use your brain."

You would glare at him if the cogs weren't turning in your head. "Well, what do I do?" You stand up. "I gotta say sorry."

Eddie catches your hand. When you look at him, he shakes his head. You love and hate how smug he is as a dad, how he simultaneously knows all the answers but has to call Wayne at least once a week with some whacky question.

"What?"

"You don't have to say sorry to her for hugging another kid, just… explain that she's your favourite."

"She is my favourite."

"I know."

You look down the hall and then back to your boyfriend. "Will you come with me?"

"Always." Eddie gets up, and you hold hands all the way to Roan's bedroom, though the slim hallway makes it difficult.

He knocks on Roan's door. "Babe?"

"Daddy?"

He pushes open the door. Roan isn't sleeping, she usually doesn't until Eddie comes in to tuck her into bed and kiss her goodnight. She's sitting by the bottom of the bed with her big paper sketchbook and a crayon in hand, but she hasn't drawn anything yet. She drops the crayon and looks up at you both suspiciously.

"Y/N wants to talk to you. Do you wanna sit in the bed together?" he asks her.

She nods. Too soon, Eddie's pulling his hand out of yours and scooping Roan up deftly, and he climbs into her tiny princess bed with little hesitation. She looks small in his lap.

You sit gingerly opposite.

Eddie gives you an encouraging smile, worming his thumb into the palm of her hand.

"Roan," you start, awkward because Eddie's listening, hesitant because you don't wanna mess this up. You decide to go for the straightforward approach. "You know you're my favourite girl, yeah?"

She glares at you.

Not what you'd been expecting.

You try again. "I… I love you very much. Like, so much it squeezes out of me when you hug me, and you gotta push it all back in for me."

An inkling of a smile appears. She loves that game, and she's stronger than she looks. It really does feel like she's squeezing all the air from your lungs sometimes.

"And-" You continue, prompted by Eddie's voracious nodding. "And even though sometimes other boys and girls want to give me a hug, none of them ever give me hugs as good as yours. I just want you to know that your hugs are my favourite."

Roan leans back heavy into Eddie's chest. He kisses the top of her head unthinking, lips hidden by her dark brown curls.

Then, his lips move down to her ear, and he says, in his professional parenting voice that's all soft and warm, "I know you were unhappy when Y/N gave baby Henry a cuddle, but just 'cause she gave him a hug doesn't mean she can't give you one too. And ignoring people isn't something we like to do, is it?"

Roan frowns at him. "But she was holding my hand first."

"I know. You gotta share her, though. Like right now, you're in my lap, and Y/N isn't complaining. Maybe she wants to be in my lap, or maybe she wants you in hers."

You take the queue. "I miss my goodnight hug," you say, hands moving forward. You pout at her. "Please, Roan."

You wouldn't force Roan into a hug if you didn't think she wanted one. You're right, thankfully, and Roan stands up, wobbling across the mattress in her pink pyjamas and straight into your chest.

You curl your arms around her too tight and send Eddie your most thankful, loving look as Roan snuggles your neck.

"Missed you, princess," you murmur, hand creeping up her back to play in the soft ends of her hair.

You hug. Roan turns to mush, boneless, limp, every word for it, putty in your hands. Eddie had told you once that he thinks she likes your hugs because you're so soft.

He wiggles his eyebrows. "Think about it," he whispers. "You could have two of her. Three."

You close your eyes so you don't have to look at him, flustered but so happy you end up laughing.

"Kiss?" you ask Roan.

She nods. You cover her in kisses, every inch of her perfect face.

#eddie and roan #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader blurb #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

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unrequitedloveletter · 1 year

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Cal, my love, how are you???

If heard your call for Kaz x Reader requests. If LOVE to see what you come up with for Kaz x Grisha!Reader (I'm feeling inferno, squaller, or Durant, but obviously it's up to you!) where the reader gets sicker and sicker from not using their small science! It's such a fascinating concept to me and hardly ever explored!

Back To Normal- K.B x gn! Squaller! Reader

Okay, hi! It's been nearly two weeks since you sent this in and I did write it! Editing it just took me longer than I expected and I woke up after a nap last night to discover that I have a bit of a cold developing so I couldn't edit the remainder of it and post it like I'd hoped, but I got it done today so yay, I hope you like this one!

This concept is one I've never seen a fic for but one I've debated writing a fic around in the past because the concept in and of itself is a really intriguing idea to me, and this gives me an excuse to write it and also an excuse to write a squaller! reader, which I've thought about doing but have never actually done, so I was really excited when I saw this in my inbox! Thank you so much for sending this in, and if it's not exactly what you had in mind, feel free to reach out and let me know, I'll totally rewrite if you'd like lol.

Fic type- hurt/comfort with moments of angst

Warnings- mentions of sickness, frailness, feelings of weakness, heart palpitations, loss of appetite, and there's reference to the second chapter of Six of Crows so slight spoiler warning too for people haven't read the books

As a Grisha, once your abilities to summon the small science were discovered, there were consequences for not summoning. You grew sick, your body grew weak, your bones fragile and you felt frail, even the smallest actions leaving you winded.

It was the universes way of punishing you for not using the gift you'd been given, another show of like calls to like. Refraining from summoning calls to sickness, and summoning calls to health.

You'd read Grisha theory, both in your time at the Little Palace before you left in the last few months before the war and in the time since, in the times wherein you needed something to read and happened upon a book containing Grisha theory and figured it would be good to pass the time.

You knew that you wouldn't last if you didn't summon, but you eventually stopped finding reason to. Nobody in the Dregs knew you were a squaller, and what good did wind do, anyway, unless it was summer and grossly humid as Ketterdam always got when the weather warmed up? You saw no point in using your small science, so eventually, you just stopped.

For a while, the differences weren't really noticeable. You didn't notice them, nobody in the Dregs noticed them, none of the crows did. You hadn't relied on your abilities as a Squaller since you'd lived in Ravka, and before you'd decided to stop, you mostly used them in summer or when Kaz needed a distraction in the middle of a negotiation in the rarer times they'd taken place outdoors, something to put the opposition a little on edge.

But then, they became noticeable. You stopped sleeping quite as comfortably as you used to, spending hours trying to get comfortable, trying to will your mind to quiet. You woke up and took to coffee to keep you awake, often running on between two and four hours to boot.

Because of your tiredness, dark circles developed under your eyes. Your appetite lessened and you grew to be tired all the time, even on a rarer night where your body rested for seven or eight hours. You still relied on the coffee even then, and Nina was beginning to take notice of the fact that you hardly ate.

Kaz had long taken notice of the exhaustion you exhibited even after jobs that you'd always considered pretty easy, ones that didn't require as much effort, as much physical strain, as the bigger heists always tended to.

Jesper had long taken notice of how much coffee you drank, the fact that you always seemed to have jurda on you even in the middle of the day, and Inej noticed it when your pace began to slow, afraid to walk at the pace you normally did because you didn't want to risk heart palpitations.

Wylan was beginning to notice when those heart palpitations kicked in, was the one to grab your hand and look at you, brown eyes silently trying to ask if something was wrong only to receive nothing in response.

One by one, each of the crows noticed something, and still, none of them said a word. They could've been wrong, they knew. All of them acknowledged that they could've been dramatizing things, making things out to be worse than they actually were.

The only one who was sure of the things they'd noticed was Kaz. You were someone who mattered to him. Of course he was going to notice if you were out of sorts. Observance was his pedigree.

So, one day, Kaz showed up at your door. "What's wrong?" He'd asked. "What is wrong with you, Y/N?"

You'd laughed, a lame, tired laugh. You'd barely slept three hours, and the long-term exhaustion was starting to finally have an impact. Kaz's tone was humorless, blunt like the edge of a knife gone too long without being run across a sharpening block.

It was normally gravel, normally coffee grounds being poured into a coffee press, but it was not that, not that day. It was the unsharpened edge of a knife, the voice that did not belong to the man you loved but rather to one they called Dirtyhands.

"What's wrong with me?" You asked. "Nothing, Kaz. Nothing is wrong with me."

"Exhaustion," Kaz said. "You drink coffee and chew jurda near constantly. You sleep hours after jobs that aren't even tiring. You are constantly tired because you can't sleep unless you are at the point wherein your body will die without resting. You get two hours most nights, four, six, on luckier ones. Nina has also noticed that you eat less lately. Wylan says you've been having heart palpitations and Matthias has noticed you zoning out. Why?"

"Why do I feel like that's a rhetorical question?"

"It's not. Stop trying to flirt."

"I'm not trying to flirt," you laughed again, a shallow, hollowed out version of the laugh Kaz recognized. "If I were trying to flirt, you'd know. I would know it was working because your cheeks would be tinged pink, which, of course, is something you'd deny."

Kaz laughed humorlessly once more. "What, are you sick?"

You paused. Some part of you had known he'd guess at that. With that realization came the one that he already knew why you were sick. Inej must've known, must've snooped for Kaz when the trust you shared was still developing. He was Kaz Brekker, and he had to know somehow, didn't he?

"You're a Squaller," he said, the words falling from his lips like they were something he'd forgotten, like the fact that you could summon the wind was something he'd merely heard and disregarded after having deemed it unimportant. "You're a Squaller, and you're one who hasn't summoned for at least six months. Why not?"

"I saw no point," you said. "Let me guess, though, you've known since I came in, since I joined up?"

"I've known since the night we confronted Bolliger about double dealing," Kaz said. "Geels, the negotiations. It was the day before--"

"The day before you came to me with the Ice Court proposition," you said with a nod. "I remember. What tipped you off?"

"The breeze," Kaz said. "It was late winter, and breezes like that are commonplace, sure, but after a bout of rain? Wind like that doesn't just happen. Especially not considering the fact that it nearly tipped Geels over, and Geels was nearly seven feet tall. It gave me something to use in the moment, and I just kind of noticed whenever you'd do it while I was falling short from then on. Nobody else knows."

"Well you'll need to grant me some leniency, Brekker. I stopped summoning because I didn't see a point."

"if the point of summoning is to keep you alive and healthy, I have to say, I see no sensible reason that one would stop," Kaz said. "You're deteriorating. I know you think it can't get any worse, but it can, and it will."

"I know," you said. "Relax. Let me find the proper time, when it doesn't feel like it'll be an inconvenience, and I'll give it a go."

Kaz looked at you solemnly for a minute before he nodded.

"Right, then," he said. "Work needs doing." He turned to go, and you watched him leave, not saying a word as he left, only closing your eyes and hoping for even another few moments of rest.

The next time you summoned, it was June and you hadn't summoned in a year. You were sitting in Kaz's office, the window open as you discussed heist plans with him, Jesper, Inej, and the rest of the crows.

The heat was growing unbearable, so you willed a strong breeze to flow gently through the room, making the area feel a bit colder, much to everyones delight. Kaz shot you a look because Ketterdam in the summer was not prone to breezes on humid days like that one, and you felt some of the energy that was long gone move back into your system, a spark of joy and pride at your small science lighting up in your chest.

You allowed yourself a small smile as you leaned back in the chair you'd occupied.

You were still sick, still frail and tired and coffee-reliant, but you were getting back to normal. You decided, in the moment, that that was what mattered.

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 months

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A Quarter Past Ten - Peter Parker (Andrew) X GN Reader

Title: A Quarter Past Ten

Peter Parker (Andrew) X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Random made-up book characters

Requested By: Anon!

WC: 1,929

Warnings: Suggestive, Fabio-esque books, Peter's shocked by your book's contents, playful biting?, teasing, flirting, banter, nicknames, very brief mentions of death, italics, and fluff

It was raining. You could hear the soft pitter-patter against the roof and the glass of your bedroom window. It sounded lovely, soothing, almost like a lullaby; though, you weren’t tired. You were lounging in your bed, leaning against your plush headboard, with your equally plush, blue comforter over your bottom half; wearing one of Peter’s hoodies that you may or may not have stolen three weeks prior.

You were hardly seen without the navy blue, zip-up hoodie. It had become your second skin. It was basically your comfort blanket for when Peter went off into the night - or day for that matter - to save the people of New York as the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. Peter would sometimes joke around with you - knowing he'd never get it back - that you should at least wash it, and you do, you just make sure to wash it when you're at Peter's place, so it continued to smell like him. In all seriousness, the scent of Peter was what made you feel safe - because it smelt like home.

Speaking of the Spiderling, he was cozily laying sideways on your bed, legs dangling off of it as he laid his head on your lap. His eyes were closed, his chest was rising with every breath, and his hair was slightly messed up from the way you were continuously running your fingers through it. He looked peaceful even though he wasn't sleeping or napping. He was trying too, but as usual, his mind was racing faster than his body was willing. And as always, you wanted to help him stay calm.

So you did what any partner would do; you brushed his hair back from his forehead and smoothed down the hair at the top of his head. Leaning forward, you pressed a small kiss onto his forehead, right between his eyebrows before going back to the book in your free hand; your pinkie and thumb holding it open as you carefully entered the next chapter.

"What time is it?" Peter's soft voice spoke up, making you blink away from the words on the page, glancing down at him, to the alarm clock on your bedside table, and back to your book.

"A quarter past ten... So, ten fifteen." You muttered, keeping your voice at the same calming level as his. "You staying the night?" You then asked, wetting your bottom lip before lifting your hand from Peter's hair and turning the page before returning your hand back into his hair.

It was silent for a moment as he shifted to his side, his nose pressing against your hoodie-covered stomach, "I'm staying," He let out a big sigh, his arms coming up to wrap around your body, fingers linking together behind you. "Unless you're gonna kick me out."

You huffed out a small laugh, pushing the hairs from his forehead that migrated there after he moved; slightly static. "I'm not kicking you out. That would be quite rude of me, wouldn't it? Out into the cold and rain?" You mused, glancing down at him to see the corners of his lips twist into a grin, and you returned his smile with your own.

"Yeah... It would be pretty rude of you," He replied, letting out a small sigh as he spoke while moving his shoulder slightly. "Kicking your poor boyfriend out into the cold and rain. To die."

You sputtered out a laugh, shaking your head lightly at his words as you looked away from your book and down at him, meeting his gaze, "You wouldn't die... You can't even get sick, Pete."

"Still," Peter shut his eyes once more, "It'll be on your conscience if something happens."

You let out a small scoff, looking away from him again, only to meet his eyes once more, "You so sure about that, my love?" Your voice was teasing now, playful in its tone as your free hand came up to rest on his cheek, caressing it softly.

Peter lightly rolled his eyes, subconsciously nuzzling his cheek into your hand before he suddenly raised your hoodie and shirt slightly, just at your ribcage. You watched, chuckling lightly, an eyebrow raised as Peter then shuffled closer, his cold nose pressing up against the warm skin of your stomach; and you could tell that he was smiling.

"What are you doing?" You asked, laughing through your words, and shifting in your seat as his nose tickled the skin on your abdomen; causing goosebumps to form on your body. But, Peter said nothing, continuing to cover his head with your shirt and his hoodie, effectively hiding his face from view. As he settled, you looked down at him for a short while before deciding to go back to your book, believing that he was just going to lay there and you weren't complaining. You didn't know how much time had passed, but you were well into your book, lost in the story. The author was one of your favorites, loving all of her works and how real and vivid they felt; you loved how she painted the world with a vibrant green palette that blended seamlessly and perfectly with the setting in the story. It was like magic. Your mind had become a theater for the characters that were written in the pages, and you were almost done with it.

You already had the second book in the series ready for when you were done with the first. You were just going to flip to the next page when you felt Peter move, you paused, but you continued reading, only for you to feel hot breath, slightly wetness, and a set of teeth gently sink into your abdomen. He didn't chomp, nor did he nibble, but he just lightly bit down. It didn't hurt, it only tickled and you were greatly surprised as you looked down at the boy, who was still buried under your hoodie. "Peter," You bit your bottom lip, trying to sound stern despite your giggles, "Did you just bite me?"

"Maybe," His voice was muffled, "Karma."

"Karma..?" You laughed out, setting down your book, quickly marking your page with your bookmark before pulling open the collar of your shirt and his hoodie, peeking down to see Peter's face pressed against your torso - as if he did nothing wrong, "Just because I said I wouldn't have guilt on my conscience?"

Peter let out a deep breath from his nose, chilling the area that he had previously 'bitten.' "Maybe." He repeated in the same nonchalant tone, "Are you done reading yet?"

"Awe," You cooed, letting go of your collar and picking your book back up, "Is my poor baby bored?"

Peter huffed again, bringing his legs up from laying over the side of the bed, basically curling up around you; like some cat. "It is almost eleven."

You hummed, turning a page before letting your free hand rest on his shoulder, gently rubbing at the rough knots that were forming, "But I'm getting to such a good part." You feigned disappointment, lightly biting your bottom lip again as you felt Peter's eyelashes flutter against your skin.

"Read to me then?" He then asked softly, and how could you refuse?

Clearing your throat lightly, your fist covering your mouth, you returned your hand to his shoulder, lightly grading your nails across his skin before speaking. "’Bartholomew's eyes were-"

"Bartholomew?" Peter chuckled, laughing at the name as you shushed him, lightly tapping his shoulder with your hand.

"Shush, you asked me to read, let me read." You softly scolded the web-slinger before continuing, "Anyway... As I was saying, 'Bartholomew's eyes were a deep shade of green, flecked here and there with golden flecks.'" You paused, flipping the page, "'Adelia felt as if she was sinking within those deep pools of green and gold until her lungs were full to the brim with the wonderful fragrance of pine wood and Bartholomew's natural musk. It wafted off of him in layers, enveloping her in a sea of sweet odors, and she longed for more; she felt intoxicated, drunk off it.'" You continued, pausing momentarily before continuing once more, "As she drowned in the sweetness of Bartholomew's embrace, she began to think that she was truly in heaven. She didn't want to leave this spot, this paradise, this haven where no one else existed but the two of them."

Peter actually was beginning to like the story, even though he wasn't the biggest fan of Victorian romance novels, he was enjoying this one. "Well, that's nice..." He muttered, but he had spoken too soon.

"'Adelia's breath hitched as his hand lay free to slowly unlace her-"

"Woah!" Peter exclaimed, interrupting you, pushing himself from his little, hidden sanctuary under your shirt, and lifting himself onto his hands. His eyes were wide, staring at you before looking at your book and back. "I was not expecting that. That went from like, ten to a hundred real fast."

"Really?" You asked with a small laugh, turning the book towards him so he could look at the cover. "It is quite obvious from the cover." You gestured to it, the cover indeed showing a scantily-clad woman, holding onto a man's abs, his white, ruffled shirt ripped open. The both of them were standing in what seemed to be a rose garden. The title read, 'Desires Unleashed.' You smirked at his reaction.

He turned back towards you, "Is that a Fabio book?”"

"A Fabio book?" You questioned with amusement, tilting your head slightly. “No, it’s not a Fabio book.”

Peter pursed his lips before a small grin slithered onto his face, “I didn't think you were into these types of books..." He trailed off, lightly teasing as he tilted his head to the side as he spoke. You shrugged, nodding your head with a small laugh escaping your lips.

"Yeah, I am. I love every single word, every single sentence, and every single character." You smiled before shrugging a shoulder. "Besides, I don't think you can say anything about it until you actually read the whole thing. It's not that bad-"

Peter blinked rapidly, almost speechless, "Not that bad? Honey, sweetheart, love of my life..."

"Yes..." You trailed off, tilting your head to the side, fluttering your eyes coyly, giving him puppy dog eyes and a slight pout. Peter let out a defeated sigh, rolling his eyes as he let himself fall back onto his back beside you.

"It's- It's not bad, per se, I just can’t get over my partner reading a Fabio book." He stumbled over his words.

"Not Fabio, but you technically asked for it." You grinned down at him as he covered his eyes with his arm, his cheeks tinged a light pink. At the small bit of silence, you hummed, grabbing your book again, "And you know that I am full of surprises, my love. Now..." You began, shifting your eyes back down at him, "Should I continue reading?"

Peter grumbled stubbornly, "Might as well..." He sighed, "I'm invested at this point." You laughed, rolling your eyes.

"Whatever you say, Spider-Fabio.”

There was a moment of silence, as Peter blinked at you, “Spider-Fabio? Really?” He bit his bottom lip, one of his hands coming up to scratch at his cheek, “That’s terrible.” He laughed, making you huff and slightly pout your lips.

“It was either that, or Fabider-Man.”

Peter nodded, his laughter subsiding as he took his place back with his head in your lap, “Yeah,” He muttered, his arms looping around you once more, “Spider-Fabio is a much better option.”

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asshlyyyy · 4 months

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Christmas

Fic Warnings: Mentions of possible miscarriage. Pregnancy, swearing I'm pretty sure...? If not, disregard this warning. Mentions of being sick, being sick, vomiting. There may be spelling and grammatical errors. Author's note at the end. Please let me know if I missed any warnings! Thank you!

Note: This could be read as a stand alone or as a part two to Thanksgiving!

Masterlist | Previous Part

You walked up to the front door and turned the handle opening up the door. You two never really bothered to lock the door since you were behind the gates. You only really locked it at night. You placed your car keys off to the side, away from Elvis’ cause lord knows he doesn’t know which key belongs to which car. You closed the door behind you and started to take off your coat.

“Mama!” Your son’s voice filled your ears.

“Hi my sweet son,” You smiled and hung the coat up. You walked over to him and picked him up from the floor, Elvis was just sitting a few feet away from you.

You had just come back from your doctor’s appointment to check on the baby. Elvis wanted to come with, but someone had to watch Theodore. You also couldn’t bring him because he doesn’t do the best in new places.

“How’d it go?” Elvis asked as he got up and made his way over to you.

“It went well, he just told me to be careful.” You responded with a smile as you looked up at him.

“So nothing bad?” He questioned as he placed his arm around you. You let out a hum and shook your head.

“No, he just thinks it might be stress because of the holidays.” You responded as you kissed your son's head, holding him close to your chest.

“Okay,” Elvis nodded and kissed the side of your head, offering to take your purse. Which you happily gave him. You sat down on the couch and just held your son close. You looked down at your belly and frowned lightly.

For how far along you were, you were growing big. With Theo, you carried him small, but it looks like this baby wants more room. You knew that with each pregnancy you were bound to grow weight, it’s natural. Not only because of the baby but also because of how our body works. You were good at keeping control of it.

“What are we doing for Christmas?” You asked as you looked over towards Elvis who was picking up the toys off the ground.

“I think we were going to host again?” Elvis looked at you with a questioning expression.

“We can, we would just have to go to the store. We just don't have ham or anything.” You explained to him as you rubbed Theo’s back gently.

“I can send someone out. The stores are probably crazy right now.” You nodded lightly at his response. Your heart felt… sad. It felt empty almost.

“Can you put him down for his nap?” You asked as you looked at the sleepy boy on your chest.

“Yeah of course,” Elvis said as he took Theodore out of your arms. You mumbled a thank you and watched as he walked away. Elvis knew something was wrong the moment you walked inside. He just didn’t know how much truth you told him.

You lay down on the couch and pulled the blanket down onto your body. You cuddled into the blanket and reached for the book that was on the coffee table. It was one of your sons, but it was a story either way. It was the story of How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Did it give your son a light scare at first? Yes, but once he learned that the Grinch doesn’t come unless you are extra bad, he was okay.

You actually had a lot of Dr. Suess books. In fact, you got Theodore the two that came out this year for his present. How you opted to do Christmas was that Santa gave the essentials, the ‘boring’ stuff some may call. He may give a toy here and there, but the fun stuff comes from the parents. You didn’t want him to see you guys as boring. To some kids, books may be a boring gift, but he loves to look at the pictures. He was still too young to read, but he liked to point at everything and ask, wha?

You heard Elvis as he began to walk down the stairs. His shoes hit rough against the carpeted stairs. Which bothered you to no extent. You wanted to keep a clean house. He would then argue that it was the maid’s job to vacuum and clean the floors. Some nonsense really.

“He’s all put down and- you’re reading one of his books?” Elvis questioned as he placed the white baby monitor down on the coffee table.

“It was the only thing nearby,” you replied simply. However, just on the opposite end near the lamp sat a copy of the holy bible. Maybe you were just in your feels and didn’t want a hard book to read. Nonetheless, something was wrong.

“All right, tell me what happened,” Elvis spoke as he appeared back into the living room. You tore your eyes away from the book and looked over at him.

“I told you what happened.” You said, returning your gaze back to the book. Not really wanting to have this conversation.

“And I know that there is more than what you told me.” Elvis came to the couch. He moved your legs out of the way and quickly sat down, resting your legs on his lap. You let out a sigh and looked over at him. You closed the book and laid it down in your lap.

“He said if I’m not careful I can lose the baby,” you spoke softly. You didn’t even wanna say those words out loud. It would just make it feel more real, and you felt your eyes start to water up.

“Hey hey,” Elvis’ tone softened. “What? Why would he say that?”

“You know how I went because of a pain? That I felt… really sick.” You brought up as you wiped away your slight tears before things got too crazy.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“He says it isn’t normal to be really sick during pregnancy. Sure morning sickness is normal but… with the sickness and overworking myself. He basically bedridden me.” You explained to him, humming to the feeling of Elvis rubbing his hand up and down your leg.

“We’ll get through this together okay?” He tried to reassure you, but you both knew deep down the Colonel would pull him away to film some random movie. The two of you repositioned yourselves and your back laid against his chest. His hand rested on your small bump and rubbed slight circles against it.

You played the rest of the day safe. Once your son woke up from his nap you played some games with him before one of the maids started dinner. You felt bad keeping them from their family, but you sent most of them home already. Only two decided to stay and you were thankful.

Everyone was tucked away in bed before you knew it. Of course not until after you left out milk and cookies for Santa, which Elvis was gonna have to eat and drink later. Along with putting the carrots back in the fridge. He also had you write Santa a little note. Asking for some last-minute items, even though you told him it was too late. Theo argued his case and won.

Christmas Day came sooner than you expected. Well, three in the morning kind of soon. You sat on the floor near the toilet. Everything you had eaten at dinner down the drain of the toilet. It wasn’t just morning sickness anymore. This baby was just… taking everything out of you. So, you sat there until you were able to push yourself up.

Elvis was still sound asleep. He had these moments where he would be either a heavy sleeper or a really light sleeper. Today was one of those heavy nights. You rinsed your mouth out with some water and popped a mint before heading back to bed. You didn’t expect him to wake up every single time. Someone needed rest to watch after Theodore, and Elvis was just more capable of that.

Despite not being able to do much, you knew damn well that you were going to dress up for the holidays. So, as you walked down the grand white staircase, you heard laughter and voices coming from the living room. You steadied yourself on the railing and put on your bravest smile.

Truth be told, you woke up and just didn’t want to move. And this is after the hour you had awake between three and four. Maybe you shouldn’t have ever moved since your doctor bedridden you. To say the least, you were grateful for your maids was an understatement. They would be the ones cooking and cleaning until this baby comes. Without them, you didn’t know how your baby would survive, not off of Elvis’ cooking that’s for damn sure.

You reached the bottom of the stairs and heard your baby boy’s voice announcing your arrival. “Mama!” He squealed in happiness. He got up on his feet and made his way over to you.

“Hi my sweet boy,” you said and reached down picking him up. You pressed multiple kisses on his cheek and made your way into the living room. “Look how beautiful you look, Y/n,” your mother complimented you.

“Thank you, mama,” you said with a smile. Though, you doubted you even looked that beautiful. No amount of makeup or pretty dresses will hide the fact that you weren’t feeling well.

Elvis got up from his place on the couch and offered you his seat, which you gladly accepted. “So honey, is there a reason you’re not cooking today?” Your mother questioned.

“Oh, I’m just not feeling that well today, so Janice is holding down the kitchen,” you said with a small smile.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that dear,” your mother responded. You replied with a smile node and reached over for Elvis’s hand.

“I believe we were gonna open up presents before dinner, right darlin’?” Elvis looked over at you, seeing if that was still the schedule.

“Yes,” you nodded. “With everything planned out after dinner, Theo should fall asleep at his normal time.” You further explained looking over at your family.

“What about your father, Elvis? Isn’t he joining us?” Your mother asked with her sweet-toned southern accent.

“Unfortunately not, that b-“ Elvis quickly coughed to cover up what he almost accidentally said. “That wife of his has him over at their place celebrating. I think she’s still mad about Thanksgiving.”

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that son,” your father said. Elvis smiled softly at him as a way to express gratitude.

“Shall we exchange gifts then? I know Theo must be dying to rip them open,” she let out a chuckle. Everyone joined in with her. You tickled Theo’s stomach and watched as he erupted in a fit of giggles.

“Let’s have him pick?” Elvis suggested, though it sounded like he was asking for permission. He wanted to be careful with what he said, he didn’t want to cause you any stress.

“Of course,” you responded and placed Theo down on the floor. At first, Theo just sat down, but with some encouragement from his family. He made his way over to the tree.

You had to arrange some things around, but you placed the tree where the grand white piano is. You, more like you had Elvis, move the piano back so that you could fit the tree. You always thought it looked nicest there.

Theo looked around trying to figure out what to grab first. Should he go for something big or something small? You just thought he was lost and confused about what to do. He was only two after all. Elvis kneeled down and placed his hand on your son’s back.

“How about we check the stockings? See if Santa filled them with some candy and toys,” your fiancé encouraged the young boy. Theo nodded excitedly at the sound of Santa, toys, and candy.

You watched your boys make their way over to the fireplace and Elvis pulled down the stocking. He wanted it to Theo and you watched as he started to pull things out one by one. You hummed softly and leaned back, and nuzzled into the blanket that was thrown around you.

Gifts took… an awfully long time. It was just, that every time Theo opened something he had to play with it right away. It would take anywhere from a minute, to five to get him to open up another present. Not to mention the tears he would shed because he couldn’t play with his toy. It was… a very emotional roller coaster.

“I actually have one more gift to give,” your father spoke up as he stood up. “I think you’ll be very happy with it.” He looked at you as he said it. You looked at him confused and pulled yourself away from Elvis’ shoulder.

“I found it the other day when I was cleaning out the attic,” your father explained as he pulled up a box that was hidden from your eyesight.

“What is it?” You questioned as he placed the box in your hands.

“Open it and you’ll see.” You rolled your eyes playfully at him and opened the box. You froze when you saw the old ragged, yet somehow in perfect condition, stuffed bunny staring up at you.

You lifted the bunny carefully and continued to stare at it. “Is this Miffy?” You asked as you looked over at your father.

“It is, I thought… maybe you could pass her down to your baby once they are born.” You smiled softly at his answer and nodded.

You got Miffy when you were a young girl. You would wear your pretty dresses and run around the yard. She slept by your side every night. Then she became a decoration on your dresser, and then soon she was placed in the attic. You never thought you would see her again, let alone in such great condition.

“I cleaned and fixed her up,” your mother spoke to you.

“Thank you, this… this means a lot to me.” You started to tear up. You and your goddamn pregnancy emotions. You were quick to wipe your eyes and soon picked up your boy from the ground.

The fear of losing your baby just kept coming back to you. You didn’t mean to think about it, but… seeing Miffy, and your dad suggesting giving her to your baby once they’re born. It brought that fear that if you are not careful enough, they’ll die.

You held Theodore close and excused yourself from your family. You pulled on your coat and boots and walked outside. “Mama, oday?” Theodore looked at you worried as he snuggled closer under your coat.

“Yes, mama is okay.” You replied softly and kissed the top of his head.

Don’t stress over this.

The more stress, the more likely you’ll have a miscarriage.

Happy thoughts, Y/n, happy thoughts.

“Hey baby, everything okay?” You heard your mother’s voice. You turned your head and spotted her behind her fluffy coat.

“Yeah, just got a bit emotional, is all,” you gave her a sad smile.

“May I offer some advice?” She asked gently. You nodded slowly and looked at her, your hand rubbing your son’s back.

“You’re gonna face rough pregnancies every so often. At the end of the day, when you are holding your baby close to your chest… that is when it all matters. It may seem rough, and like your life is over, but at the end of the tunnel is God’s greatest gift. A newborn baby.” She spoke as she looked at you, never for a second leaving your eyes.

“Do you think he sees us as sinners?” You asked with a sad expression. You may have not been heavily influenced by God, but he played a role in your life. Just as he did with your fiancé.

“Just because you two aren’t married? Perhaps, but he knows that you two are down that road of getting married. He knows Elvis has a crazy schedule. I believe he made an exception just for you two.”

“How do you always know what to say?” You questioned.

“I’m your mother, I’m supposed to.” She smiled and pulled you into a hug, being careful of the toddler against your chest. You leaned into her hug, not being able to properly hug back.

“Thank you.”

The three of you went back inside and waited for dinner to happen. The maids made a beautiful and tasteful dinner. The main course being the Ham. You didn’t understand the reasoning behind holiday meats. Thanksgiving was always served with Turkey, maybe a ham, but Christmas was served with ham.

Your plate was full to the brim, hopefully, you’ll be able to keep it all down. You hardly had much to eat during the day. A bowl of oatmeal and fresh-cut fruit in the morning, and then dinner now. After everyone finished up their plate, everyone slowly but surely left. Your parents, your brother… Vernon made sure to stop by to drop off presents and say hi.

Other than that, the maids cleaned up, you got Theo in the bath. Then you got him all ready to go to bed, with the help of Elvis. You then got in the bath yourself, figuring that would be the best way to destress. Before you knew it, you were in your pajamas and getting in bed.

You hummed softly as you pulled back the bed covers. You weren’t one to lie and say that the silk covers kept you warm during these cold months. Nonetheless, it made Elvis happy, and if Elvis was happy; you were happy. But- there was no way in hell you were gonna suffer while pregnant during the winter.

“Elvis,” you called out to him as you got into bed, slipping your legs under the covers.

“Yeah, darlin’?~~” You hum at his voice. You don’t know how, but he just sounded more southern at night. Maybe it was because he was getting sleepy. His voice was getting more raspy, the whole nine yards.

“We’re switching covers tomorrow.” You stated, not bothering to ask. You wanted your fleece sheets, not freezing silk.

“Hold on now-“ he came in from the bathroom, a toothbrush loosely hanging from his mouth. “What’s wrong with these?”

“Cold,” you answered simply, “and the baby doesn’t want to be cold. Mama doesn’t want to be cold.” You gave him that look. It was that very same look that said a million unspoken words.

Elvis had a lot of say what got done in his house. Despite it being considered as both of yours. At the end of the day, it was Elvis’ name on the deed. He was the one to purchase it. He was the one who got to design and plan out the rooms. Then of course your son got a say in what went on in his bedroom. Despite the mess, he would make every single day. All you were asking was for a simple change of the sheets.

“Fine fine,” he muttered under his breath as he returned to the bathroom. You choose to ignore it just this once.

Does the bedroom bother you? Yes, it absolutely does. Compared to the rest of the house, it was dark and moody. It almost screamed vampire. You were more than happy with the blackout curtains, but you wanted it to look more lively. To match the rest of the house. Then again, you think it would kill Elvis if you put any sense of color in his bedroom.

You reached over to your side table and picked up the book you were reading earlier. Joy in the Morning by Betty Smith. While Elvis was more into books that related closely to the lord, you were more of a romance fan. You liked your little romance novels because deep down you wanted your romance to be like them.

That isn’t to say that the relationship you have sucks. You have your rough moments just like every other couple. In these stories though… it feels as if nothing ever goes wrong for them. That is what you wanted. A perfect life, a perfect relationship, a perfect… everything. Yet every night before you two signed off, you would read together a verse in the bible. One chosen at random.

You would open the book, and go through the pages, stop at one random, run your finger along the page, and stop it at random. You two liked to take it as… a reading. Thought most of the time the verses don’t lead you on a path of anything. They are more or less… well, they are verses. Not fortune tellings, but you two still liked to take them as such.

The bathroom soon became dark and Elvis emerged from the doorframe. He made his way over to the bed and slid in next to you. Well, more like got in… then scooted over to you. He pressed a kiss to your head and pulled you into his warm embrace. You let out a light giggle and made sure to quickly save your space in the book.

“You know, I haven’t given you your gift yet.” He spoke softly. You hummed softly and turned your head upwards to look at him.

“You’re giving me a baby, Elvis.” You spoke gently as you brought your hand up to his jaw.

“I can give you one of those any time. This is a special gift.”

“And what does it have that the other special gifts don’t?” You raised your eyebrow.

“I-,” Elvis didn’t know how to respond. He generally just needed the excuse of Christmas to give you more gifts. “God told me to.”

“Did he now? And what did he tell you to get me?” You played along with his statement.

“Well, that’s for you to find out,” he pulled out a neatly wrapped long box. You could already guess that it was some type of jewelry because of the box. Not a ring or earrings, could be a bracelet, necklace, or even a watch. The possibilities were endless.

You took it out of his hands and ran your palm against it. “Let’s see if God chose correctly then.” You pulled the wrapped paper off and revealed a black velvet box. The words of a jewelry company posted on top. You opened it and saw a beautiful gold necklace with an oval, and an E engraved on it.

You opened the necklace and smiled at the pictures already in them. A picture of you and Elvis, a picture of Theodore, and two more spaces to be filled. You looked over at Elvis and started to tear up. “Elvis,” you whispered.

“Once our baby gets born we can add their picture… then we can do a family picture as well.”

“It’s perfect, I love it.” You threw your arms around him and pressed multiple kisses on his face. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he rubbed your back gently. “Merry Christmas, my darlin’,” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and held his hand on your bump.

It may have started off as a rough day, but the ending was most worth it. Much like other things. The beginning may suck, but if you truck through to the end you will be rewarded.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips as you kissed him.

“I love you, and I love our baby.”

“I love them too,” you smiled alongside with him. Just think, next year you’ll have two kids for Christmas. It may be chaotic, but you were ready for this chapter.

Special Taglist: @darlinboypresley @austinstyles

Author's note: I started writing this after the first part went up. But it took me all the day till the 19th to finish. I am not completely a hundred percent happy with this, but I think I want to turn this into a holiday fic. I don't think there will be one for New Years. I can see an Easter one happening, a 4th of July one, Halloween, loop back around I might do Veteran's day instead of Thanksgiving for next year. Then ending it again with Christmas. Of course the newborn being there.

In the original fic, the reader actually suffered a miscarriage, and I wasn't completely sure if I wanted to copy that over. So, I placed the idea in this fic, it does not mean it will happen, but it leaves the doors open for that possibility, though I kind of just said what would happen.

Next fic will be posted on Christmas Day. I hope to have it done much quicker then I did this fic. I hope everyone is having a wonderful holidays!

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lokisivy · 1 year

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Enchanted - Klaus Mikealson

Anonymous asked:

You can do headcanons about being pregnant with Hope Mikaelson (the reader is her birth mother) and Klaus Mikaelson starting to fall for you and getting jealous whenever Elijah is around you

AN; i was already gonna put it in my story but I'll give you one.

disclaimer: Angst, mentions of abortion

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I woke up feeling very sore from my night being pregnant is literally the worst thing but yet the best.

the sickness, mood swings and cravings.

but the worst of them all is the insomnia, these sleepless nights get very hectic. I would be very tired but cant seem to sleep.

being pregnant with a Mikealson baby removes every joy of having a baby. Klaus controlling me and Elijah trying to convince him that he might find love with the baby.

I can't deny at some point I wanted to abort so I can be out of this but when Klaus found out he was furious.

...

"What were you doing in the french quarter you know it's dangerous!" Klaus yells at me.

I stayed silent scared to answer

"Answer me!"

"I was buying wolfsbane so I can kill the baby that you hate! you can convince me that you actually don't want it to go!" I yelled back out of frustration

"No I don't," he said sternly hurt scattered on his face for a second

"Then why do you do all this? You showed me nothing but hatred for me and my baby."

"So might as well just kill it."

That is when I knew how much that baby meant to him he was so much he vamp sped and slammed me against the wall. that's when Rebekah got involved

...

I enter the kitchen desperate for coffee I search for it and as I was pouring myself a cup I was interrupted by a voice.

"Caffeine isn't good for pregnancy."

"Jesus Elijah you scared me."

"How about I make you tea."

"No, I need this I didn't sleep all night." I reach out for the cup he took from me.

"you are pregnant go sleep whenever you can, use it as a form of excuse."

I smile at him he is very polite and sweet.

and god how good he looks in a suit.

now that is the Mikealson I should've fallen for.

"Well, yesterday I got kidnapped in my afternoon nap." I giggle leaning with my back against the countertop. he gives me my cup of tea and I place it on the counter. he reaches out to me grabbing my hands.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you but you give you my word nothing will happen to you and your baby." his eyes linger on my lips

"Rise and shine darling come on let us go give you a tour of the french quarter." Klaus enters the kitchen causing me and Elijah Separating quickly.

"I don't feel like going out." I turn facing the counter taking a sip of my tea.

"Come on love there is no reason for you to be locked up like a princess. we can go for lunch after," he said with a big bright smile.

"I guess we can go after my afternoon nap," I say

It was evident that Klaus saw Y/n and Elijah getting comfortable he was feeling like he was doing something wrong that made you feel unloved. it was true though when Elijah was being friendly and caring to you. so you took whatever felt nice.

you went out with your tea to the main room where Elijah and Klaus were reading books

"You guys are nerds like hello tv exists."

"Nerd?." Elijah said in question "Im not familiar with that term."

"Brother, it means engaging or discussing a technical field obsessively, we obsessively read books," Klaus explains

"Well doesn't that make you a nerd for tv?" you giggled at how clueless.

"No silly being a nerd is when you are a knowledge geek, watching tv isn't that... unless you're on the national geographic channel," you explain

"Im familiar with that channel" he responds

Klaus was starting to feel this very weird feeling like he didn't want you near Elijah like he was jealous and he didn't know why.

you and Klaus didn't really have the best relationship the time you guys hooked up were very weird he didn't have feelings for you but he loved that you gave him.

but right now it's completely different he wants to hold you when you are in pain and tell you it is going to be fine, and god helps whoever hurt you because he will not let them go easily.

He doesn't know what is it that makes you special may be it's because you are carrying his child or he loves the way you guys are familiar with your mental scars. it's like every time he talks to you, he falls in love more.

"How about I watch one of these funny shows you like?" Elijah suggests

"Why the sudden interest?"

"I don't want you to feel alone." he closes his book placing it on the coffee table."

Klaus was going to lose it but he didn't wanna show that he is jealous you always knew he was one proud son of a bitch he couldn't admit to anything that showed emotion. Like the time you heard him say to you and the baby when he found out. but Klaus sucked it up and left you guys be.

as both, you and Elijah Were laughing in the other room Klaus was boiling with jealousy.

it was 3 pm and you were starting to feel tired so you let go and fell asleep on the couch.

Elijah turned the tv off slowly carrying your body to your room.

"Brother Im just going to take y/n to her bed then join you again."

Klaus couldn't take it anymore he stood up leaving the book in his hand probably losing the place he stopped reading in

"It's fine I'll take her she is carrying me, child, after all."

he stood taking you away from him carrying you like you weighed nothing.

he tucked you into bed and opened the AC knowing you hated sleeping in the hot weather. he closed the curtains so you can enjoy your nap without any interruption from the sun.

"Sweet dreams Angel."

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It was almost 6 your nap was long today since you didn't sleep well at night. you Usually didn't nap but ever since you got pregnant you have always been tired.

you woke up and got dressed since Klaus was gonna take you.

the house was always quiet unless Elijah and Klaus were bickering.

you wore a short floral dress with white converse. it was the only thing that could fit you since your bump was starting to show.

you went out of your room searching for Klaus but the house was dim and very silent.

"Hello? anyone home?" you announced

"Klaus?"

you heard rustling from the house "I have a knife you don't wanna mess with me." you lied hoping the person would go.

until someone grabbed you from behind covering your mouth from screaming

God, please let it be Klaus you said to yourself.

"Shhh someone is here I need you to go to your room and stay there." Klaus whispered in your ears.

you nodded making him let go.

you ran to your room staying there. Not long after you heard crashing glass and people screaming in pain.

"I'll kill that whore and your devil child." You heard muffled yelling

"Yeah, id like to see you try to touch one hair of her head," Klausg said.

soon enough Klaus came back to your room covered in blood.

You were shivering terrified.

"My Angel are you okay?" he asked you hugging you

"Yes Im." it was a lie and he knew

"It's alright no one will hurt you not on my watch."

he garbed my face gently causing me to look at him.

"I don't feel like going out can't we just order food," I suggest

"I would love to but the scene is horrific we need to leave until I find someone to clean it." He said

his gaze was piercing through my soul. my face started to get closer to him.

"Niklaus..." i whisper

"Y/n..."

Our lips collided with passion making the both of us grip each other tightly. Klaus didn't stop even though I needed to know why. Eventually, we pulled away.

"Why?" you asked

you needed to know why he did that

"What-"

"Why did you kiss me?"

Klaus was debating whether he should say he was in love with you or he should just lie and break your heart because he isn't good enough for you.

"Tell me Nik the truth."

"I love you," he said as if it to all the power he had to say it. To Klaus having feelings is for the weak it was a lot for him to say that he loves you.

you were shocked you didn't think he would confess this easily. you were so flustered.

"Wow I didn't expect you to say it, is that why you always give death glares to Elijah you were jealo-" he interrupted you with another kiss.

"I love you too," you replied after pulling away

AN: Hello guys I hope whoever requested this likes it slay besties. All the love -Ivy

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oomisluvr · 2 years

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sakusa takes care of a sick!reader <3

synopsis: granted, it is a bit gross. the sniffling. the sweating. god, the coughing. but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy this. just a little.

warnings: none, just some light swearing!

KIYOOMI should not be enjoying this as much as he should.

a steady hand brings another spoonful of soup to his lips, blowing on the contents to cool them off.

"this is humiliating," you groan, opening your mouth as sakusa feeds you now-tepid broth, complete with airplane noises and silly voices, "you don't have to feed me."

watching closely, he smiles softly as you thoughtfully chew and swallow, your sore throat bobbing with the motion. he likes taking care of you. maybe a bit too much, if he's being honest.

"of course i do," he quips, already preparing another spoonful, "i'm your partner. it's my job to take care of you."

"no, no more!" you whine, shaking your head, "i don't want to eat anymore. i'm full."

he frowns. you barely ate today. "give me five more bites of soup and finish the rest of your toast."

you sniffle and nod, opening your mouth to welcome the next spoonful of soup, "did you make this yourself?" you ask, congestion muffling your words. kiyoomi thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever heard.

"yeah, i got the recipe from my mother." a small droplet of soup dribbles out of the corner of your lip, but kiyoomi is quick to act, dabbing away the liquid before it reaches your clothes, "she sends her regards, by the way."

"i love that woman." you babble, "i'm surprised you're not freaked out by all this."

"by what? feeding you?"

"no, like," you open your mouth for another spoonful of soup. sakusa rushes to oblige you, happy that you requested more, "all the germs and stuff. earlier i sneezed and a booger shot across the room. a full 10 feet, at least."

"well when you put it like that, it sounds pretty fucking gross." he frowns.

"i thought it was cool."

"you think everything is cool." he sighs, "especially dumb shit like snot rockets." you giggle at the words 'snot rocket' coming out of his mouth.

"but, no, i'm not freaked out." he adds, setting the chipped bowl to the side when you turn your nose up at the next spoonful, "i think i was at first, but we live together," he shrugs, "i can't really protect myself unless i lock you inside the closet for the next two weeks, and that's not an option. if i get sick, i get sick. i've accepted my fate."

"you could go stay with one of your teammates in the mean time, if you're really bothered by it." you note seriously. you know he's trying to act cool in front of you, but you know how big of a sacrifice this is .

"i'd rather catch the plague." his ears perk up at the sound of your laugh, "besides, if i get sick, you get to take care of me." he grins, "won't that be fun?"

"i might lock you in the closet, actually." he scoffs.

"i'm going to wash your dishes," he pokes your cheek. you make an effort to bite the offensive finger but he moves away too quickly, smiling at his victory, "and when i come back you better be nice again."

you stick your tongue out at him. he returns the gesture.

distantly, you hear him humming to himself over the sound of the the rushing sink water, and something in your brain decides it's the perfect white noise to usher you into a light nap. you hadn't realized you feel asleep until you feel the cough dip, rousing you gently.

"how do you feel, love?" he asks, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead and cheeks.

"sleepy," you mumble, "sleepy and cold."

"don't fall asleep yet," he lightly chastises, "you have to take your medicine now."

"noooo," you cry out, "that shit tastes like shit."

he cracks a smile, "i'm pretty sure it's grape flavored, actually."

you glare at him, "i won't take it."

"it'll make you feel better, though."

you shake your head, "not worth it. i would rather die."

"please, baby? for me?" he gives a dramatic show of puppy-dog eyes and a pout, making every effort to coax you into taking your medicine.

you don't cave, placing your palm over your mouth to emphasize your unwillingness.

"if you don't take your medicine, then you don't love me." he deadpans.

"that's literally gaslighting." you call him out, "you're gaslighting me."

"is it?" he questions, "i don't think you know what actual gaslighting is."

"stop!" you laugh, "that's even more gaslighting."

he smiles handsomely, happy that he was able to shake some giggles from your sore throat, "how about this: what's it going to take for you to take your medicine? anything goes."

"you'd do anything?"

he nods firmly, "whatever it takes."

"alright," his determination makes you flush, "take a nap with me."

it's such a simple request, but if you read in between the lines it sounds more like a declaration of love. kiyoomi's always been slack-jawed at the fact that you actually like him. not despite his flaws, but because of them. your love is all-encompassing, and you've adopted his strange habits into your life and accommodated for them as if they were your own. you never ask him for much, you never push too hard. you deserve the world, and kiyoomi will be damned if he isn't the one to give it to you.

he supposes a nap isn't entirely out of the question.

"i can do that," he responds cooly, "i'll get the cough syrup."

it takes 20 more minutes of bickering before you swallow the spoonful of purple syrup, and another 5 minutes of expressing your distaste following the whole ordeal.

taking the heavy comforters usually saved for the winter months from the closet, he settles himself beneath you as the two of you lie down for an afternoon nap.

you've got an army of pillows and blankets around you, an array of fabrics piled up to your chin. despite the countless layers, you're shivering. oh well, he figures, just another excuse to pull you closer.

guess what!!!!!!!!!! more domestic sakusa!!!!!!!! r u noticing a pattern!!!!!

#sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #msby sakusa #sakusa fluff #sakusa x reader #sakusa fic #sakusa one shot #sakusa imagine #sakusa imagines #hq sakusa #hq x reader #msby x reader #msby #haikyuu #msby sakusa kiyoomi #domestic.sakusa

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thequietkid-moonie · 2 months

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S/O is always sleepy

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Tohru, Marin, Shouko ]

[ Kobayashi's Maid Dragon ] [ My Dress-Up Darling ] [ Komi-san can't comunicate ]

Cutieeeeee!! What a cute prompt, thanks for requesting it! I think i'm not usually sleepy but I do yawn waaaay to much haha

Tohru

Once Tohru falls in love she does it hard, she just can't not love everything about you and want to know more and more about you, as well to enjoy everything of you

At first, when Torhu noticed how sleepy you are she may assumed that you haven't had a good rest last night because you were overworking yourself or even just starying up late at night, so she will try to make sure you get a good night of sleep (or a good nap, depending on the time), searching for ways to help you fall sleep and even staying awake while you sleep to make sure nothing disturbe your sleep (she is actually rather prideful of her attempts)

It won't take her much time to realice that no matter what she does you still look sleepy during the day, and that is when she will start to get worried about you, Tohru may just start thinking that there is something bad about you, maybe a sickness she doesn't know about or even that someone is doing something to you (and if you are human it would be even worst since she doesn't know much about humans)

Even if you try to explain her that this is just the way you are it would take her a while to fully understand and accept that is somehow normal for you to be so sleepy all the time, but at the end it would be something that she totally loves

Once she gets used to it she can't help but find cute they way you yawn constantly, or how you rub your eyes whenever you are actually falling sleep but are trying to stay awake and focus, Torhu can't help but stare at you with a loving expression whenever you try to stay awake (she find it so cute, like if you were a little cute kitten)

However, before she fully accept it she will find it a little annoying, it doesn't that she want to go against your naps and yawns but if you keep sleeping all the time she won't be able to have proper time with you, but will see it in a bright light the moment you tell her that you two can cuddle while you nap

Torhu isn't actually of help when you are feeling specially sleepy because she want to spoil you, so she will totally encourage you to just get comfortable and take a nap, she promise to watch over your sleep, the problem is that if you actually do as she says is probably that nothing would be done, Torhu can't exactly do your work for you and the house chores won't be done neither since, even if she offer to do it, she just gets too distracted by looking at you sleep so peacefuly (and will end up cuddling you)

Marin Kitagawa

Marin is a really cheerful and loving person, onces she falls in love she does it hard but also it is a quite innocent love, she loves all of you and can't not find you cute. Marin likes knowing more and more of you over time and holds a lot of respect for you and what you like, she doesn't question you in the slighest (unless there is something actually disturbing)

Marin can be blinded for her love to some extent but at some point she will notice that you seem rather sleepy all the time, at first Marin will just brush it off as maybe you don't having a good sleep last night, but when she doesn't noticed that you are sleepy almost all the time she grows worried

Marin doesn't want to asume the worst imediatly but she can't help but be worried, her mind wander from thinking that you may be having problems to sleep to thinking that you just probably were up until really late because you couldn't stop doing something you were enjoying a lot (she understand since she does stay up until late for watching anime sometimes), so she tries to make peace with it and don't worry more, but she can't

Over time Marin will get more worried but express it in a pretty childish way, she pout and complain about how haven't you tell her that you aren't having good rest a nights, she is your girlfriend and you must trust her with your problems! (is more probably that she complains about it with her friends before bringing the topic to you)

At some point she will finally ask you about it, and when she does she pouts y and acts little childish, just like when she was complaining before actually showing you how worried she had been. Once you finally tell her that is just they way you are and not because you don't sleep at night she is really reliefed, she may even laugh a little at how worried she was

It won't take her a long time to get used to you being sleepy and yawning almost all the time, but she has to remind herself a few times that if you yawn while being with their it isn't because you are bored and just because you are being sleepy

Marin will grow to love how sleepy you are, she just find it adorable and can't help but tease you a little everytime you yawn or rub your eyes, she thinks is quite adorable. As well, there are times Marin suggest that you could take a nap if you want (and probably just take it as cuddle time too!), it isn't always thought, only when she is sure you don't have other things to atent or when you two aren't having a date at home

Shouko Komi

Aside from being flustered for your relationship Shouko doesn't find much troubles about your little habits and quirks, as long as doesn't trigger her anxiety she will be alright with how you are, and at the end she will end up loving all of you

She likes to know you better slowly, bit by bit, although even if she notices how sleepy you are pretty soon she won't say anything about it, not wanting to risk bothering you or even upseting you (as if it were something you were trying to hide)

At first Shouko will just think that you probably hadn't have a good night of sleep, what, with a little bit of further thought, will worry her a lot, in her mind will be running a lot of reasons why you may didn't rest well, every idea being more worring and dramatic than the last one (going from just staying up reading until late, to having a nightmare to even you overworking yourself)

Honestly, once that thought of you may don't resting well for bad reasons gets into her mind it would be stuck there for a while, getting a little nervous everything she sees you yawning or rubbing your eyes, but still she doesn't want to say anything, thinking that you may try to act tough and don't tell her, is more likely that Hitohito and Najimi (probably even Nene) end up asking her what is stressing her so much (because if you ask her Shouko will try to just deny it, even with her friends she will be hesitant to talk about it)

Is probably that her friends end up being the ones with the solution, Hitohito will try to calm her down saying that you probably are naturaly sleepy or don't find school exciting enough, Nene will do the same but will offer to ask you directly, while Najimi will just go and ask you directly in a joking manner, and probably end up teasing you and making jokes about you being so sleepy that even Shouko was worried (but she won't really mention it unless she has a really good joke for it)

Even when you already had explain that that is just normal for you to feel sleepy most of the time Shouko still will feel a little nervous about it, it would take her a little to get used to it, and even when she gets used to it there will be new reasons for why this make her nervous

Shouko will start to feel nervous whenever you are extra sleepy because she doesn't know if it would be alright to just let you fall sleep (specially in school or public places), in the other hand, whenever you doze off or even lay down in your desk and "rest your eyes" she can't help but stare at you a little, she is far from proud about it but she just find your peacefuly sleepy expression so cute! She just want to admire it a little longer, but must of the time she end up being a embarrassed mess whenever you notice or someone else notice she is staring at you, or just when she catch herself staring at you

Requested by @hugbot1998

#kobayashi san chi no maid dragon #kobayashi san chi no maid dragon x reader #tohru #tohru x reader #my dress up darling x reader #marin kitagawa #marin kitagawa x reader #marin x reader #komi can't communicate #komi can't comunicate x reader #shouko komi #shouko komi x reader #shouko x reader #x reader #x gn reader #anime x reader

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xhdream · 3 months

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I'm so sick and miserable from it 😖 all I want is for bf xdh to care of me. How will they take care of their sick s/o? - 🍑

xdinary heroes taking care of their sick s/o

suggestive | xdh x fem!reader | mdni

a/n: sorry to hear this, anonie! get better soon and i hope this brightens up your mood a little bit <3

♡ gunil

24/7 by your side. if he has to leave for work he always checks on you through quick phone calls and messages

brings you flowers when he comes back from grocery shopping

compliments you when you hide under the blankets when you feel gross

tells you entertaining stories from his childhood or funny moments with the members to make you laugh

forehead kisses

“be a good girl and …” tells you to get another bite of your food when you don’t want to eat at all, and now you’re both thinking about sex

♡ jungsu

wants to play your favorite movies even if some of them are not his cup of tea

always checking if you’re running out of meds (if you’re taking any)

cuddles you under soft blankets hoping you’ll fall asleep so you don’t have to feel the pain

cooks for you

walks in the neighbourhood cause he wants you to take a breath of fresh air

shoulder kisses as he describes you how nice he’s gonna fuck you when you get better (unless you’re well enough to take it?)

♡ jiseok/gaon

“oh, damn, yeah you don’t look good” but immediately hugs you and apologises after

feet rubs

buys you all your favorite snacks even if you don’t have an appetite

constantly sends you funny memes and videos so when you check your phone there’s always something waiting to make you laugh

“will my cock make it better?”

practices his guitar by playing your favorite songs

♡ seungmin/o.de

makes you rethink everything you did for the past week to find the source of your sickness as if he’s a certified doctor

flinches every time you shuffle during your naps, and wakes up from the slightest noise or movement during the night

will cancel everything to be by your side

taking relaxing baths/showers together

always has drinks and everything you need stacked beside you

boob massages

♡ hyeongjun/junhan

plays with your hair as you’re drifting to sleep on his chest

orders your favorite food

watching a new series, but he checks the time every fifteen minutes even though you have set an alarm for taking your meds

“wish i had a magic wand so i can take the sickness away from you”

drawing together as a nice playlist with music plays quietly in the room

fingers you under the blanket

♡ jooyeon

only lets you leave the bed if it’s to go to the bathroom

back massages under your hoodie as he sits on your butt

playing video games and he lets you win for once

“feeling better? think you can give me a blowjob now?”

if you have a cold the only exposed parts of you are your eyes and nose, cause every time he checks on you he’s pulling up your blanket as high as possible

eskimo kisses

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gallusrostromegalus · 2 years

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I simply must know, why you needed so many spoons? During your post Power Nap adventure? Is there lore I’ve missed?

So, "Spoon Theory" is a way of understanding chronic conditions and the limits they place on the people who have those conditions ability to do literally anything. It's based on a story by Christine Miserandino told about explaining what it was like to have Lupus that she wrote in 2003. You can read the whole thing here:

But the short version is that "Spoons" is a unit of measurement for the amount of energy (which can be broken down into physical energy, emotional energy, mental energy etc.) someone has available to use to get stuff done. If you're a healthy person, you have a big pile of spoons, if you've got a chronic condition, you have a smaller pile, maybe only a handful.

Every single thing you do costs spoons. Wake up and open your eyes? pay a spoon. Take your meds? pay a spoon. Go to work? pay a spoon, unless there's traffic, then it will cost your extra spoons!

You can see how if you have a huge pile of spoons, you'll be able to do more things before you run out. And if you're ill, you won't be able to do as many things. You *CAN* borrow a few spoons from the future, but you will have fewer spoons the following day, and borrowing too much may result in a permanently smaller spoon pile.

I have ADHD and a couple ongoing health issues, and run out of mental and emotional energy extremely fast. In the story about the real estate showing, I had already borrowed against the previous day's spoons by the time I'd done all the emergency phone calls for my friend that got stranded in Montana. By the end f the day, with the emergency calls to the quilt guilds and SCA, organizing the start of the auction, and the social fracas that followed, I'd borrowed so many spoons that It's probably going to take me a good month or two to fully recover.

It's been about two weeks since that event and I'm still pretty fatigued. I'm needing to sleep a minimum of 10-12 hours per day to feel alright, and I've gone from being able to do an average of 3-4 normal tasks a day to 1-2 per day. It'll be like this for at least another 3-4 weeks, assuming something else doesn't happen to set me back.

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joohanisms · 7 months

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hiii i'm sick rn and i think i deserve some shameless selfish fanfiction

xdh + you're sick :-( 💭💫

cw: being sick in general, mention of vomiting, boys being really lovely

gunil

you're not lifting a finger.

he's got Everything covered, don't worry. don't even THINK about doing anything, he'll do it for you.

carries you around the house so you dont "tire yourself out" (?? you have a sore throat)

keeps you nice and warm <33 wraps you up in the blankets like a burrito. like a little shawarma sandwich. like a little cigar. like–

HOLDS YOU!! you know when you're so sick you feel like you're going to fall apart? he wraps his arms around you so gently and holds your pieces together so softly :-(

cooks nice healthy meals for you <3 makes sure to get all nutrients you need even if it's by going to the drugstore and buying supplements

showers with you because he's lowkey scared you'll faint with the heat – not that you mind having a strong body to prop yourself up against

jungsu

oldest child. takes care of you .

he's on edge for as long as you're feeling shitty. probably cussed jooyeon out for being too loud and then felt so guilty about taking his frustration out on him that he cried a little

Responsible!!

gets you gatorade, makes sure you drink plenty of water and eat light snacks through the day, will open every window so the room gets some air, takes your temperature, tells you to nap so your body has the energy to recover, gently wipes away that disgusting balmy feeling that only being sick brings

softly sings you to sleep :-(

if you're having stomach issues, he's holding your hair up and only cringing a little bit (also probably gets something soft for you to kneel on in front of the toilet – will camp out on the bathroom with you the whole night if needed)

jiseok

good entertainment + nearly makes you forget you're sick

talks a lot. tells you all about his day his week his month goes into tangents, talks about science and music and things you can barely understand just because he wants to take your attention away from the discomfort

puts his forehead to yours and says if i could i'd take the pain away :-( he's so sappy and he's half joking but you can feel how much he loves you and hates seeing you like this :-(

takes care of you as best as he can. tries to remember what his mom used to do when he got sick

has amazing sense of what to do due to being a science nerd. he might be gambling his luck but he's correct most of the time

if you're puking he's holding your hair and petting your back but he's NOT looking unless he wants to join you on the toilet

seungmin

gets everything you could possibly need and stays with you ;-(

if it's contagious then the windows are wide open he's got a mask on nothing could stop him

you need tylenol? he brought some from the bathroom when he entered the apartment!

you need a little cold patch? dw he bought one of those stick-on patches to save you from the mess of wet towels/cold compresses!

you're a little hungry? here he brought some light snacks in case your tummy wasn't feeling well!

uh oh the snacks didn't sit too well on your stomach? he has a gameplan already he's grabbing your little trashcan and brushing your hair away from your face!

you're feeling shitty after all of this? he brings you your toothbrush and water to wash out the aftertaste and he's settling beside you to pet your hair!

you still feel terrible? come on, a shower will help! he won't be able to shower with you seen as he's not keen on getting waterboarded by his mask but he will help you wash up even if his shirt gets soaked with the spray!

brushes your hair and dresses you up in comfy pajamas like you're his favorite doll afterwards :-(

hyeongjun

my lovely :-(

the best at keeping you company, be it sitting beside you with your fingers intertwined while you watch soft slice of life animes, be it laying down with you for emotional support cuddles, be it making you food and insisting on feeding it to you, be it telling you every thought that pops into his head so he can entertain you

lowkey loves when you feel like a cooked noodle and have jelly limbs because he gets to get everything for you, do everything for you, hold everything for you :-( don't count on him to carry you around though his limbs are not very .. uncooked noodle-y

will do Anything you ask him to. he might not know 100% what to do but yourself + google are good guides

brings his earbuds not to make any sound in case you have a headache, takes naps with you all day, lets you watch whatever he's doing on his phone (usually games or tiktok) (with very low volume!!)

forehead/temple kisses!!!! does the little "mm you have a fever" thing where he presses his lips to your forehead to gauge your temperature

if you want him Away from you because you're contagious, he's on the other side of the room doing his own things while you rot away in bed thinking what have i done i should've accepted the cuddles when i had the chance

jooyeon

cuddler!

if you have tummyaches he's rubbing your tummy!! if you have headaches he's massaging your head!! you have a sore throat?? do not worry he's keeping it warm because he has his face buried into your neck!!

pets your hair to sleep

he runs hot and if you have a fever he'll just sit by your side looking like a kicked puppy and holding your hand :-(

loves to help you wash up – will wash and condition your hair, soap you up, dry you with a fluffy towel afterwards, put on mosturizer all over you, will even brush your teeth for you if you let him (he's really touchy and adores caring for you and helping you feel like a human again)

definitely has the "well you got this Plague AT THE VERY LEAST yesterday. and we slept on the same bed and kissed on the mouth. if you're contagious, i'm getting sick anyway. i'm NOT being shooed away from my beloved when they're ailing." mindset

nevermind his dramatic ass. he's even more stubborn than he is theatrical and he WILL be by your side whatever anyone tells him

but gets sick too most of the time and acts like he's on his deathbed

#xdinary heroes imagine #xdinary heroes fanfic #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh imagines #xdinary heroes fluff #xdh fluff

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greyskyflowers · 3 months

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More Visored/Ichigo ramblings because I just love them so much.

Is it trauma, power dynamics, or hollow instincts? The world may never know.

Jk ~ If I'm writing it then it's all three.

⚠️ Visored/Ichigo because that's my jam and I'm partying alone ⚠️

💀💀💀💀

It starts as a joke, mixed in with the stupid shit they send each other. Sending Ichigo messages like remember to eat, moron. Or stg you better get a full 8 hours of sleep tonight or I'll kick your ass.

But Ichigo does a lot better when they remind him to actually take care of himself. As much as he takes care of others, he's terrible at taking care of himself.

They make him eat when he's with them. He'll eat about half before being distracted or say he's full and try to pass it to one of them. They shove it back at him and tell him to eat, not taking their eyes completely off him until he finishes everything. He never gets sick or uncomfortable, so they're not forcing him to overeat. They think he doesn't remember what it's like to feel comfortably full, usually eating just enough that the hunger doesn't hurt.

There's a gnawing hunger that comes with their hollows sometimes, a hunger for things that Ichigo isn't ready for yet. It's not real hunger in the way humans get hungry, but it does make eating hard sometimes.

Ichigo sends them pictures of what he's eating when he's not with them, sometimes making sure to include his unimpressed face, and something about not needing to be reminded about eating like a child.

They disagree.

They also text him to remind him to actually sleep, frowning when they get responses about hollows or doing homework. The low smoldering anger for Shinigami that constantly lives in them now burns a little hotter each time Ichigo shows up with new injuries and bruises under his eyes or when their texts show read at 3am. Especially when they know that there's shinigami assigned to the town who don't seem to do anything.

They get creative. They train him until he's so exhausted he falls asleep after cleaning up, slumped against their shoulders or curled up in their bed. Convincing him to use their bed took awhile, but his hollow desperately wanted a pack and Ichigo didn't fight it too hard. They like that he'll smell like them, even though it's a warning that no one but hollows will be able to sense.

Bed may not be the word to use when it's big enough to fit all of them comfortably and has more pillow and blankets than they can even count anymore.

They all sleep together, something that started from a combination of their hollows prefering it and safety in numbers. Ichigo naps in sheets that smell like them and leaves his own scent behind every time he drags his skin across the sheets. It should be upsetting, the scent of someone who isn't them in their space but it isn't, in fact it's comforting. Especially when he doesn't stay with them. They know Ichigo isn't there with them, which their hollows huff unhappily about, but it smells like he is and it's just enough to settle their instincts.

Ichigo always ends up finding the nearest person when he's asleep. If anyone gets in the bed to rest while he's in there, he always finds his way to their side and presses in as close as he can. It's a big bed, it has to be to comfortably fit all of them even though they usually end up piled on top of each other and tangled up.

If he falls asleep sitting next to someone, his head will find their shoulder or he'll slump down until his head is on their lap. He sleeps better with skin contact, the ever present frown on his face fading when he's made skin contact.

He's bad about letting them know if he's hurt, his mindset seems to be if he can still move, or as long as he's not actively bleeding, then he's fine. Bruises are the worst, big ugly ones that they won't know about unless Ichigo wears something that shows it, it gets exposed during a spar, or he moves stiffly and can't hold back a wince.

That also means he has the bruises they give him from sparring longer, and they never claimed to be good and proper okay? Ichigo wearing marks they gave him is appealing. They'd rather give him other marks to warn people off, and they want to say that they didn't know they'd end up wanting this but Ichigo was always going to be theirs.

Someday they'll be able to make sure he's constantly covered in their scent and they can bite and suck all the marks they want onto his skin. They'll be able to keep him in their bed every night and smell him when they first wake up. They'll be able to check him for wounds or bruises he thinks aren't bad enough to mention and remind him that just because he can tolerate the pain doesn't mean he should have to.

He starts to keep some spare clothes with them but they take every excuse they can to have him wear something of theirs. On one memorable occasion he even wore a pair of Lisa's leggings, blushing and mumbling that he was cold and they felt soft. Lisa rushed to tell him he could wear them whenever he wanted, eyes flicking down to where the dark material clung to his legs. It's a soft, thin material and borderline see through in some spots where the material stretched over muscle, like his hips and thighs.

At some point Ichigo seems to catch on, and they're all able to stop pretending they're just interested in friendship.

Ichigo does his own clumsy scenting, not quite right but it's clear what he's trying to do and they don't correct him. The furrow of his brow says he's going to figure it out eventually.

He rubs their cheeks together when he's tired or hurt, or when he knows they're upset or hurt, not quite scenting but it's adorable, and his hollow is trying very hard to figure out what feels right.

He doesn't hesitate to nudge food over to them if he thinks they aren't eating enough. If they get distracted training or doing something else, he brings them food and hovers until he's able to make them sit down and eat.

They can't resist holding out bites to him occasionally and grinning at the faint blush before he takes it.

He spends a lot more time in their bed. And the kid is a fucking tease once he gets going because the amount of reasons he find to strip before rubbing his scent all over their bed is unreal. So much bare skin means his scent sinks into everything and stays, everytime they roll over or land on the mattress a burst of Ichgo greets them.

Knowing he's barely clothed, or wearing theirs, and vulnerable in their bed is incredibly distracting. He's sleep warm skin and pliant limbs, little protesting noises leaving him when they pile around or on him.

Hiyori is the first one to leave a mark, the urge to bitebitebite becoming overwhelming and she's behind Ichigo, wrapping her arms around him to keep him still and biting down on the curve of his shoulder and neck. He doesn't react, just keeps talking like he doesn't have someone clinging to his back and chewing a dark bruise onto his shoulder.

It's fair game after that and he's always got marks on his throat and shoulders, the delicate inside of his wrists and inner thighs, and the soft skin of hips and lower belly.

He leaves his own marks on them, not near as dark or deep as theirs, and it fades quicker. He bites at them with dull human teeth instead of the sharp hollow teeth he needs to make a lasting mark, another thing he's still getting the hang of.

💀💀💀💀

Do I like to think that they would all text each memes and stupid shit? Yes.

Didn't get Kisuke added in this one but I like to think he's always involved too ~

#bleach #ichigo kurosaki #visoreds #ichigo x visored #ichigo x everybody tbh #hollow instinct au??#if i bite it its mine #reaping souls with greyskyflowers #going to drag all of you into poly andor qp visored hell with me #visored

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nimblermortal · 11 months

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Nimblermortal's Covid Survival Tips 2023

because what's the point of having this if I can't make it easier for the next person?

First symptom for me was a mild sore throat. This started around noon; the next morning I woke up with no symptoms but feeling terrible, which I interpret as the medical "sense of impending doom" that is a real symptom.

Charmin toilet paper. This stuff is softer than Kleenex. Get you a whole roll and a shopping bag. Don't have a runny nose for a symptom? Don't care, it'll come.

Blankets you can kick on and off. I spent two days "cycling" - chills, fever, then lucidity. You need to be able to both vent and huddle.

If you are scientifically inclined: Keep a thermometer nearby. I regret not taking my temperature during the cycles, I'm really curious about whether I was running hotter or colder during the hot stages. That said, you will definitely not have enough energy to take your temperature during these stages.

Some sort of infinite podcast. It doesn't matter what it is. Honestly I recommend Critical Role even if you don't like D&D live plays. You do not care what is going on here, the point is white noise that you don't have to change. Make sure the device is plugged in. I could only nap while there was white noise happening - and when I say 'nap' I mean 'I don't know if I slept or not, just that I was face-down and some time passed'.

Advil. This will lower the fever. If you can, wait until the second day - the fever helps burn out the disease, but this only applies to the first 24 hours. But don't let the fever get too high. I ran a steady 101 F/38.3 C for two days, which is fine. You can take one every 4 hours up to 6 times a day. For me the best effects only lasted 2 hours and I was ready by the fourth (but also a stubborn pig who tried to hold out; there's no advantage to this after the first 24 hours).

Small dishes. People kept trying to feed me and I couldn't finish anything. Small dishes, plain foods, let yourself have the ability to win at meals. (Note: this may not apply to you, but I'm the sort of person who used to be sent to elementary school with a single small potato because the cafeteria was too noisy for me to eat but I needed to win at lunch.) If you're preparing just-in-case, you could put some in the freezer

Immune boosters. My aunt swears by Sambucol, which is elderberry and vitamin C and zinc. Zinc matters more if you are male. My take on the Sambucol advantage is elderberry taste good.

Non-caffeinated tea. Something that goes down the throat easy. I had a sore throat to start with, then after the cycling I've got a progressively increasing cough; warm beverage nice. (I also craved a masala tea in the middle of the cycling, so caffeine might be nice, but you probably want to let yourself sleep.)

Vicks vaporub. Apply directly to the forehead liberally once the coughing starts. The package says you can do this 3 times a day.

Don't worry about cough medicines unless you have one you trust implicitly. Mum says they're not very effective, so you want that sweet, sweet placebo effect.

Someone to watch over you. Partly to make sure you don't get it worse than I had. Mostly because when I'm weak and sick I get clingylonely and I need someone to assure me I am loved. I had the same problem with the vaccines - shivering under the blankets calling weakly for Hyacinth because I was alone and Sad. Honestly the covid has been less intense but longer.

Recovery time. Covid heals a lot slower than comparable sicknesses. Whatever you think your return-to-work day might be, add at least two days to it. (I thought I was getting away with something last Wednesday, tried to work Thursday, and survived for one hour.)

More recovery time. This thing heals very slowly. I haven't had symptoms in a week - aside from having to plan for being able to do single-digit numbers of tasks in a day. And 'digesting a meal' is a separate energy task from 'eating a meal' is a separate energy task from 'preparing a meal' is a separate... (No really, I had to plan energy expenditure for digestion.) At a week out, I am still having to make room for daily hour-long naps and activities interspersed with lying down - though at least now I can embroider with a TV show during these periods. Give yourself lots of time, even when it feels stupid.

#Nimblermortals Senf #coronavirus #I actually drafted this last week and then stuck it in Drafts for a while #but now there's this other thing circulating so...

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strawberry-cowmilk · 1 year

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the brothers sick

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: sickness, asmo trying to flirt with mc

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Lucifer

that one guy who keeps working despite being sick, which may delay any recovery

he can hide it very well though, one time he was in a meeting with diavolo while being sick and nobody knew

if he actually listens to you and goes to bed, he will be moody the whole time he's resting

Mammon

'mc, mc I'm telling you I'm dyin'! this was it for the great mammon!'

meanwhile he only has a mild fever and slight headache

he does use being sick as an excuse to get out of things like school and cooking duty

mammon likes it when you look after him while he's sick but he will deny it

Leviathan

dramatic like mammon 2

the whole time he's sick he stays in his room and plays games (like usual) instead of resting and eating

you're gonna have to drag him to bed, because this dude is sitting behind his devildom xbox or something and won't move

Satan

oh he doesn't like being sick, it annoys him very much

satan doesn't like how his whole body feels heavier and all

luckily he knows what to do to hopefully have a fast recovery

when you want to bring him some tea, he already made some for himself

Asmodeus

dramatic like mammon 3

whether asmo wants you with him depends on how he feels, sometimes he wants you next to him at all times, sometimes he doesn't want you in the room (he thinks he doesn't look 'presentable')

even with a fever he tries to flirt with you

like he'll try to kiss your hand as you're pressing a damp cloth to his forehead

Beelzebub

he can feel whatever cold or flu coming a few days before it hits him

from the first moment he notices signs, he coops himself up somewhere so he can't get anyone else sick

unless humans are immune to demon colds beel won't let you near him either

luckily he recovers extremely fast

Belphegor

as long as it's mild belphie actually likes being sick, it's literally an excuse to take extra naps to him

but if it's not mild? yea he hates it

sometimes when you walk into his room to check his temperature or something you see him complaining to beel on how much he hates being sick

he does like the attention you give him

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #beelzebub obey me #gn!mc #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #belphegor obey me #tw sickness

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onegayastronaut · 8 months

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I'm Fine (Betty Cooper x Reader)

Requested by anon: Hi! I love your page, could you please do Betty with a reader who's sick?

Getting sick while on vacation with your girlfriend was not fun, especially when she had planned out the entire weekend for the two of you. Betty had not left your side since you had not started feeling well, and you had insisted that she enjoyed the trip without you. Of course, she was not having it. Being the girlfriend that she was, she was not about to just leave you when you started feeling under the weather. She had always been so selfless, and you did not have it in you to say no when she offered to take care of you.

You knew that Betty would be returning with food, since she had left your apartment to get some food and medication for you when you were sleeping. As you laid down, you decided that you would take a quick nap while waiting for your girlfriend to get back. As you closed your eyes, you heard the door unlocking, and you opened them slowly.

Betty was standing at the doorway, looking down at you with concern. "Oh my God," she said softly. "Are you okay, babe?" She placed her bag on the ground and made her way to you.

"I'm fine," You assured her, trying to sit up. "It's just a stupid cold."

She put her hand on your chest, pushing you back down into your previous position. "You don't need to get up. I'm going to go ahead and make you some soup, okay?" She was talking softly to you, which was a change. She normally did not speak softly to you unless something was wrong. You guessed that you had just gotten used to her normal demeanor and tone. "And don't you try and get up again, (Y/N)." She pushed your bangs away from your forehead. "I'm going to get your temperature checked and then I will get the medicine, okay?" She kissed your forehead before leaving the room.

You closed your eyes and listened to the sound of the soup cooking. Your girlfriend had always been so caring and it made your heart warm, even though she was taking care of you for the sake of your health.

Betty returned with a bowl of soup and a small thermometer. She sat the bowl down on the coffee table and picked up the thermometer. She gave you a small smile before placing the end of it in your mouth. She placed a hand on your cheek as she waited for the thermometer to beep. You knew how this worked, so you kept your mouth open as it went off, which earned you a chuckle from Betty. She removed it from your mouth, checking the number before placing it back on the table. "Oh, good," she said. "It seems like your temperature has gone down some. You must've just needed to sleep, and your body was able to get rid of it." She grabbed a spoon and dipped it into the soup. "I'll give you a few minutes to finish your soup and then we can get some medicine into you."

You nodded and sat up as she fed you some soup. It seemed as though Betty was over-cooking the noodles, but it was cute of her to take care of you, and you did not say anything as you ate it. Betty kept giving you small smiles and the soup was gone before you knew it. She grabbed your plate and walked over to the sink, placing it in and washing it off. "Let's get some medicine in you now, and then you can take a nap."

You nodded and watched her as she made her way back over to you. She sat down on the couch next to you and held the bottle out for you to take. "There are some pain pills in there that should help your headache, so I think that is what you should start with." She uncapped the bottle and poured two pills into her hand. She handed them to you and watched as you took them. She gave you a glass of water to chase them down and then watched as you swallowed. "Let's see if we can get that down you, okay?"

You gave her a nod and opened your mouth slightly for her. Betty looked at you, shaking her head and placing her hand on your chest again to stop you from getting up. "No, babe, you are not getting up. You need to stay sitting." She reached out to your mouth, placing a thumb on your bottom lip. "Open." She placed her thumb between your lips, slowly sliding her finger down your tongue. She removed it once you had swallowed and took your face in her hands. "Good girl." She gave you a soft smile and gave your cheek a soft pat. "Now lay back down and take a nap." She stood up from the couch and looked down at you. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."

You laid back down, getting as comfortable as possible before drifting off into a much needed sleep.

The next day, you were feeling much better and had convinced Betty that she should go out and enjoy the day without you. You could tell she was disappointed, but she agreed and made her way out the door. As she left, you changed out of your sweatpants and t-shirt and into some normal clothes, throwing a beanie on your head. You were going to walk around for a little bit and get some fresh air. You did not get to do that very often since you spent so much time indoors at work, so you figured it was the best time to do it.

As you got ready to leave your apartment, your door opened and Betty walked in. "Oh, good, you're all dressed up." She shut the door behind her and looked at you. "I was going to make you some soup, since I figured you'd be hungry after I was gone for a couple hours." She crossed her arms over her chest and smiled at you. "I just got you some of your favorite food."

You sighed softly, knowing that she was not going to allow you to leave without at least eating something. "That would be nice," you said with a soft smile. "But if you're really busy, you don't have to worry about getting me anything, Betty."

She placed her hands on her hips and gave you a small pout. "No, no, it’s really not a big deal. We can start eating it now if you’d like." She gave you a smile and walked into the kitchen. You shook your head and chuckled softly, not able to believe how lucky you were to have her as a girlfriend.

Betty walked you back into the living room with a smile on her face. She patted the couch and then sat down on the next to you. She pulled your beanie off your head and then leaned over, pressing her lips against yours. "I love you, (Y/N)." She looked at you with the softest look in her eyes and placed a hand on your cheek. "Hopefully you’ll get better soon, babe. I've just been worried about you."

You gave her a nod and then wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in close. "I know, Betty. I don’t want you to stress about me.”

#betty cooper #betty cooper x reader #betty cooper imagine #riverdale #riverdale x reader #riverdale imagines

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