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katyawriteswhump · 4 months

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364 days later (Steddie holiday drabble)

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 30/31 prompt, New Year's Eve/Resolutions I AM SO SAD IT IS NEARLY OVER!!!!

When Steve is hurt on New Year’s Eve, he discovers there’s only one person he can truly go home to.

WC: 918 Rating: T CW: off-screen/pre-fic violence including domestic violence. Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff. Established steddie.

Also part of my steve whump fic series (mainly steddie) on ao3

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“I hadn’t a clue where else to go,” says Steve, an odd tremor in his voice.

Steve hadn’t knocked, hadn’t announced his arrival. Eddie simply opened the trailer door and found him. God knows how long he’s been standing at the bottom of the steps, cradling one arm in the other. It’s dark, but it’s screamingly obvious something’s wrong. Steve’s hair is kinda ruffled for starters.

“I mean, yeah, we have a date later,” Steve rambles, “being New Years Eve and all that crap, and… uh…”

Holy shit! Eddie jumps down to him, freaking out big-time. Blood smears one side of Steve’s face, his lip is bruised, and his harsh breaths cloud the icy air. Eddie wants to hug him tight; instead, he briefly clams up, super-terrified. He’s never seen anybody so robust appear so… brittle.

Gently, he cups the uninjured side of Steve’s face, curves an arm around him. “What the hell happened?”

“I did it, man. Finally. My dad… I, um…”

“Your dad did this?”

“He wishes,” Steve says, snarky.

Eddie seriously can’t fathom whether he’s lying: “Who else, man?”

“Got jumped leaving work, and I… I…” Steve’s wretched laugh crumbles into an even more wretched whimper. Eddie catches him, as his knees buckle.

“Okay, big guy, I gotcha.”

He bundles him inside, sits him on the couch. Steve stares spacily, hugs his arm, rocks himself.

Momentarily, Eddie literally flaps. Then he grabs a chilled beer from the fridge, douses a clean cloth in water. He coaxes Steve into holding the can against his swollen wrist, while Eddie dabs the blood from his face.

“Gonna sting,” warns Eddie. Steve hisses. “Sorry, Stevie.”

“It’s fine. Christ, I’m okay.”

“Not buying that BS today. Not sorry.”

Eddie frowns, concentrating hard. The cut, fortunately, has clotted already. He binds Steve’s wrist with a make-shift bandage. Steve mutters about getting kicked a LOT, when he was curled on the ground, shielding his face. Eddie feels sick, soothingly shushes Steve’s gasps of pain. Possibly as much to comfort himself as Steve. “Look, we should get you to the Med—"

“No way. I’ll fix… Listen, I finally did it,” repeats Steve, as his eyes flutter closed.

“Yeah? Did what exactly, Babe?”

“Carried out my New Year’s resolution.”

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Steve barely recalls how he got here.

He’d driven around aimlessly. His wrist hurt so bad that he goddamn cried, too far gone to give a shit. He couldn’t think; he was drowning, sucked deep into thick, suffocating waters. Some crazy inner compass drew him to the one place he could pull for the surface.

He found himself outside Eddie’s trailer. Standing there stupidly, hurting and shivering. Not even yelling to be let in. Now, he’s inside and getting warm with Eddie, who asks again what happened.

Crap, does Steve even know?

He honestly couldn’t ID his attackers. Sorta knew why he was attacked, being guilty of so much these days—hanging with geeks, being a king that lost his crown, not to mention his boyfriend being Eddie ‘spawn-of-satan’ Munson.

Then his Dad.

The look he’d given Steve, when Steve arrived home bruised and bloodied.

“He didn’t need to say it,” says Steve, head resting on Eddie’s shoulder. “It was written all over his smug-ass face. You deserve this.”

He’d yelled his butt off about Steve making trouble. Shoved Steve around a bit, knowing he was in no shape to fight back.

“I told him to stick it. Left with basically nothing. Okay, the car, though that technically belongs to him, and… Shit, where am I gonna go?”

His tardy reality check hits like a baseball bat to the gut. Huddled against Eddie, he’s shaking, breaths hitching, hating himself for it. Eddie wraps his other arm across Steve and holds him.

Simply holds him.

And yeah, he calms a little.

“Seriously, don’t sweat it,” says Eddie. “You can stay here till you’ve figured stuff out. Forever, if you need.”

Steve glances up, swipes angrily across his damp cheekbone. “Uh, earth to Eddie? Wayne?”

“He’ll cuss under his breath. And love the heck out of you. Already does. What’s one more overgrown brat?”

“C’mon, he’ll—"

“Look, I’m genuinely blown away. It’s New Year’s Eve and you’ve already nailed your resolution.”

Steve buries his face again, and… Woah! He’s laughing. Eddie’s kickass painkillers are working, or… Screw it, life never sucks so bad when he’s with Eddie.

“Leaving home was last year’s resolution,” he mumbles toward Eddie’s armpit.

“Oh.” Eddie plants a soft kiss on Steve’s hair.

“Yeeeeah. I’m only, like, 364 days late.”

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Eddie’s still freaking that he should get Steve better help. However, Steve is a dead weight against him, knee curled in Eddie’s lap, and refuses to budge from the circle of Eddie’s arms.

New Year ticks by, lost in a gentle, lingering kiss. Eddie ghosts his thumb, featherlight, down the uninjured side of Steve’s face. Steve scrunches his good hand tightly in Eddie’s hair, deepening the kiss more passionately than—given Steve’s bruises—Eddie dares.

“Happy New Year, Babe,” whispers Eddie, when they break apart. A sneaky smile plays on Steve’s lips. “What?”

“I hit a winning streak,” says Steve, “I’ve smashed this year’s resolution already.”

“Huh?”

“Do I really have to spell it out, dipshit?”

Fixing deep in Steve’s eyes, Eddie’s grin spreads slowly. Dammit, this was going down as the worst and best New Year ever, and sure as heck the most shamefully sappy:

Oh, I get it. Falling in love.

“Back at ya,” he says, and tumbles forward into another kiss.

#steddieholidaydrabbles #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington whump #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfic #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington hurt/comfort

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hesthermay · 11 months

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𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒

PAIRING: sergeant hunter x gn!reader

SUMMARY: @celestialwrites laying in bed with your lover prompt list; stolen morning kisses.

WORD COUNT: 364

RATING + WARNINGS: general audiences, fluff. no y/n.

NOTES: blurb! blurb alert! procrastinating writing more of wmte so i will be shuffling out some things using some prompts from @/celestialwrites!

STAR WARS MASTERLIST

He had always been an early riser, his whole life pretty much, and no matter how his life changed he couldn’t seem to break the habit. But one thing that had changed, was that instead of getting out of bed and starting the day before the sun could even rise, he would stay. He would stay, wrapped in the blanket and listening to your steady breathing as you lay facing him, forehead touching his arm.

One inclined to toss and turn throughout the night, you always managed to break out his hold at some point in your slumber, but you never seemed to go far. He almost always awoke to some part of you touching him, and it made the thought of rising from the warmth of your shared bunk all that more unappealing.

So, he stayed.

Stayed until you woke up with a shuffle and a yawn, sleepy eyes finding his as he smiled ever so slightly. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” he’d whisper as you came back to your senses.

“Good morning,” you’d reply, wiggling your way through the blanket to rest your head on his chest when he lifted his arm as an invitation. He’d give himself just a few moments to soak it up, to charge the battery for the day ahead before sighing and pulling the covers aside.

“Ready to get things started?” he’d question as he stood up from the bunk, stretching before turning back around.

You’d nod, fists rubbing your eyes and he’d chuckle. “Jus’ give me a sec.” It was mumbled out but he still understood, and he’d chuckle again for you were the most precious thing to him. Turning and taking a step toward the refresher, he’d stop himself. It was abrupt and quick, the way he’d lunge forward and lean back into the bunk, lips landing right on yours.

A kiss, stolen in the wee hours of the morning, always woke you right up.

“Almost forgot,” he’d whisper when he pulled away, face just inches from yours. And before he’d straighten his back again, you’d reach out and grab the back of his head, fingers tangling in the long locks.

And you’d steal a kiss too.

all works on this blog belong to hesthermay.tumblr.com: do not copy, repost onto other sites, or claim my content as your own.

#the witch: writes #—signed; hunter #—star wars #star wars imagine #star wars blurb #sergeant hunter x reader #hunter x reader #tbb hunter x reader #tbb #the bad batch imagine #the clone wars x reader

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netherworldpost · 6 months

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TRICK OR TREAT

A small box, purple and ribboned green. Inside are things, pleasant yet not yet seen.

Dreams, maybe, of places yet visited -- or places visited yet not yet returned to, in quite some time.

Wrapped in woodsmoke, that pleasant, and a leaf -- no, two -- it has been a good year, let us celebrate this success with harmless excess.

rambling ->

This will (probably) be the only trick or treat I respond to this year. You're the first! That's the bad news, that I'll probably only write one of these this year.

The good news (in active progress all season) is that I'm working on a whole system of them.

<- rambling / making sense ->

In 2014, I ran a promo on Evil Supply Co. where folks were invited to write in "trick or treat" and I would come up with a unique ramble (as above) for them.

Just for them. A gift of text. No duplicates. Each wildly different. How was that so long ago question mark exclamation mark.

I peaked into whatever information they provided to write something specifically customized for them using all of my powers of deduction (i.e. reading + skill as a storyteller) TO WRITE A TINY ***CUSTOM MYTH*** FOR THEM

(see above) (for yours) (enjoy!)

Answered LOTS.

It ended up being dozens. I don't think it was actually 364, but I do believe I ended up doing a few hundred, but. Y'know. Gif. Can't pass it up.

Tons of fun.

Tons of work!

Tons of fun though.

"I think you might have said something about a plan?" you might be wondering.

I don't know you and I don't know how familiar you are with my work and I'm guessing this is just a fun ask without prompting.

However.

I never let a chance to ramble go to waste.

Netherworld Post Office is being built as "an independent media company".

Fancy words.

Means we do lots of stuff.

Right now we're making myths for back office clients.

We're building a front office shop. Cards and stickers and zines.

That's two of the "lots of stuff."

A third of the "lots of stuff" is a continual "trick or treat" blog.

I'll run through some logistics quickly. You didn't ask for any of this part but this is the trick to the treat.

The Trick or Treat blog will be a public archive. Some things I'll just write because the blog'll need some stuff to get going and keep going.

But sometimes there will be a "trick or treat!" shop entry. Limited quantity. Available until sold out. One per customer. Working out the details. Randomly during the year it'll come back in stock until it's out of stock again.

If you snag one, it is $0.00 with $0.00 shipping and handling. Anywhere in the world. Trick or treats are free!

I'll write a tiny myth like the above.

It'll get printed on a card.

We cover the printing and the postage.

It'll get mailed to you. Wherever you are in the world!

Tiny postcard print.

Written just for you.

Mailed to just to you. For free! Anywhere in the world!

Trick or treat!

Via the mail!

You caught me in a late night business session and I had a solid amount of sleep today for the first time in weeks and so I Am Full of Energy.

Enjoy your treat!

I've carved off the launch date because (uncomfortable laughter) the problems we thought we had solved were solved but they weren't the only problems lurking.

It's fine.

That's business.

I'm smart and I've added even smarter folks helping me figure out the complex problems.

netherworldpost.com has the mailing list if you're thinking "huh I like the idea of receiving a launch email sometime when this all sets up."

I've overstayed my welcome in answering this ask, so I'll see myself out after a big "Happy Halloween!" to everyone

(or small I guess, text size is structured for reading)

(and we're in a small text section)

(...wrapping up...)

Thanks for this space.

The Trick or Treat blog is in active idea-ation-stage-ization because it is October and the October Energy is Rampant so we're grabbing it while we can to figure out this very October thing.

This gif selection is reminding me I am due for a witch hair appointment

Paying that bill requires cash (fair and good and fine)

And remembering "oh stones, money exists"

means remembering "oh bones, I gotta market this machine lest it devolve into An Ungodly Expensive Hobby"

that URL for email signup

one last time

netherworldpost.com

(I am actively reducing coffee intake and increasing sleep intake and my schedule has coincided with "tonight is a coffee night" + "today was a heavy sleep day" and your ask came in on "I am planning a big project")

(let this be a joyous warning to folks who ask me things)

(I MAY ANSWER) (IT WILL BE LONG) (IT MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE)

#october 31 #autumn blog #october #halloween #snail mail #autumn blogs #autumn snail mail #halloween snail mail

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sarahlizziewrites · 1 month

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Thank you @nofuckingideawhatsgoingon! From this prompt list. 14. neckrubs/footrubs WIP: Chrissie's of London, 364 words Chrissie’s of London tag list (+/-): @novel-emma, @tabswrites, @mrbexwrites, @hippiewrites, @vacantgodling, @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife, @harleyacoincidence

It’s the combination of a breathy gasp and an ooh, right there, Jacques from the bedroom that makes me wonder if I’m missing something exciting.

In fact, when I enter the bedroom from the parlour I see Loretta - shoes kicked off, feet on the carpet, substantially pregnant - sitting on the sofa, eyes closed in ecstasy, while Jacques digs his thumbs repeatedly into the base of the back of her neck.

The look he gives me over her shoulder is one of teasing reproach: well, are you just going to let me look after your wife for you? And even though he doesn’t say anything, that’s a challenge I have to rise to.

Coming to sit on the other sofa cushion, I tap on her knee to get her to swing her legs up onto my lap. She responds with surprise at first, then the lids of her eyes get heavy with a specific kind of look that Jacques and I uniquely know how to solicit: the hazed-over bliss of not having to think, at all, about anything. Gratefully she settles the heel of one foot into the cradle of my hands, and sinks back into Jacques’ chest with a heavy sigh.

One dug-in knuckle at a time, I take the weight of the world off her feet. As though in response, Jacques redoubles his efforts, drawing an arm across her collarbone to hold her in place while he digs his other hand in deep. The noise she makes is nothing short of glorious - I’m sure I’ll never grow sick of making her spool out into comfort and relaxation.

Bonded in silent conspiracy, Jacques and I take turns siphoning her worries away. One of her hands finds Jacques’ on her shoulder; he bends down to kiss the back of it. Her other reaches towards where I sit, loose along the back of the sofa, and I do the same, letting my cheek come to rest against it. Our little family of three - soon to be four - might not be very conventional, but there’s a little corner of the world, up here, high above the streets of London, where we’re safe to love and be loved.

#a man lives rent free in my head and he is called silas chrissie #jazz age polycule #writeblr #writers of tumblr

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mushrubes · 1 year

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Last piece

Masterlist | Stranger things masterlist |

Requested : no

prompt 16. “As much as I love food, i’m giving you the last piece just this once.”

Pairing : Mike Wheeler x (they/them) reader

Type : fluff

Word count : 364

you’re so strong!! <3

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“Guys! Pizza’s here!” Karen called down, informing the group in the basement, pausing the game. “I’ll get it!” Y/n volunteered, heading up the stairs and Nancy following to help. She took the pizza, letting Y/n take the bottles of drink, bringing them downstairs. The younger teens were sat playing d&d (as well as Eddie) while the others were watching some random movie while talking to each other. Everyone picked up their plates, running to grab their slices of their favourite food. Y/n took some slices of the Hawaiian sitting back down. Mike grabbed his and sat down next to Y/n earning a smirk from Lucas and raised eyebrows from Max who he shook his head at. They were the only two who ate that pizza, the others either not liking that pizza or preferring another one.

They both spoke about random things, Mike trying to make conversation just to talk to them. “Oh, there’s only one piece left.” Y/n stated, looking at the box in front of them as they finished their slices. Mike thought to himself before smiling at them. “As much as I love food, I’m giving you the last piece just this once.” Mike smiled as Y/n grabbed it and smiled at him. “Thank you, Mike!” they grinned, leaning over a kissing his cheek, chuckling when they saw his cheeks redden. The rest of the group watched them, agreeing that they would make fun of him once Y/n had gone home.

What missed the others, didn’t miss Nancy. She knew her brother better than anyone, aware of his expression. The two were smiling at each other, sharing looks that they think were going unnoticed. She nudged Jonathon who sat next to her, widening his eyes and then smirking as he saw the pair. “I bet you five bucks they’re going to get together.” he bet, Nancy pulling a face and thinking for a second. “Deal but we have to put a time on it. I bet within the next few days.” She said, Jonathon nodding. “I say in a month because he’s just as bad as you when it comes to confessing.” Jonathon teased making her gasp.

“You take that back!”

#mike wheeler #mike wheeler imagines #mike wheeler imagine #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler oneshot #mike wheeler oneshots #mike wheeler x female reader #mike wheeler x male reader #mike wheeler x fem!reader

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tommybowefuneralattendee · 6 months

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my spreadsheet (public version)

so i have this spreadsheet that i use for prompts for this fandom, comprised of several prompt lists and the exact order of which is not easily publicly available. if you want to send me a prompt, send me a ship and a number between 1-725 (subject to change) and receive a sort of mystery box surprise of a fic. through the use of this list, you can see what prompts have already been done. if it’s for another ship, you can certainly send me the same prompt that was already used in another fic. if a prompt has been used three times, that prompt will be closed. thank you for your cooperation <3 listing under the cut!

possible progress statuses: prompted, in progress, editing, posted. if a prompt does not have one of these statuses, it has not been sent in thus far.

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in progress || shaymien

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prompted || amangela

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66. drawing circles and patterns on their chest

posted || shaymien || 6.3k, rated E

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117. they have never raised their voice around you, always talks softly

posted || nintendogs || 28k, rated T

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prompted || nintendogs

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in progress || shaymien

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251. kisses to calm the other down

posted || tommien || 3.6k, rated T

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274. "you're my everything."

posted || shayncer || 10.6k, rated E

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362. hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve, testing the waters

posted || spommy || 4.4k, rated T

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posted || jackmien || 1.8k, rated G

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401. “Stop saying sorry! It’s always ‘I’m sorry’. When you really aren’t”

posted || nintendogs || 12.3k, rated E

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prompted || shaymien

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prompted || nintendogs

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posted || tommien || 3.1k, rated T

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prompt sources: one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen

#yeah i decided to make this post anyway sorry if it's pretentious but i'm pretentious so who is surprised #spreadsheet posting #mer rambles #also i guess? fine to reblog? i don't know why you would but it's cool

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Welcome to my Halloween event!

It will be running through late August to November and will finish (If my queue game is right xD) on November 30th with some extra requests posted on Halloween.

Halloween 2023 Masterlist

Only 283 of 364 request slots left for the Halloween event :)

Halloween requests are now open

Rules:

🎃Please send in requests with the tag #halloween2023

🎃I’ll be accepting Halloween prompts which will be 250 - 500 or 600 words. (Not full length requests)

🎃I will also be accepting Halloween moodboard requests of how you and requested character would spend the holiday together. (One character per moodboard request plz.)

Please make sure you’ve read and are following my request rules before you request anything my request rules are below :)

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Kinktober 2022 | Day 9 - Good Girl

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Rating: 18+ Warnings: Semi-Public Sex, Blow Job, Deepthroating, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Corruption Kink, Manual Stimulation, Implied P in V Kinktober Prompt: Deepthroating, Praise Kink WC: 364

A/N: This drabble was a request from @evansrogerskitten ❤️

You really don’t do this kind of thing. The whole bar scene. The one-night-stand level of drunk; the letting a stranger buy your beer. But something about this guy… Dean. You’ve never met someone so honestly charming before. Dean is a flirt, and no mistake, but even though he’s clearly been angling for something from you all night, it never felt sleazy, or put you on edge. So for the first time in your life, you let yourself go with the flow.

One minute the beer is sliding easily down your throat, and before you know it, it’s Dean’s cock sliding into your throat instead. You’re in the back service hallway of the bar, and Dean had cleverly jammed the door before he’d helped you onto your knees and pushed his jeans down. There’s still a window in the door though, and if anyone looked through it they’d be able to tell exactly what’s going on behind the grubby glass. And even if they couldn’t see what was going on, they’d probably be able to hear.

“Shit sweetheart, just like that. Fuck yeah,” Dean grunts, his hips flexing just a little instinctually, but you can tell he’s trying to hold himself back from really going to town on you. You repeat what you’d just done, sucking tightly as you pull your head back and tracing the tip of your tongue up the distinctive vein on the underside of his length. “So fucking good for me, sweetheart,” he sighs, his head lolling back against the wall behind him as his fingers comb gently through your hair.

His praise is making you tingle, or maybe that’s still the alcohol, but whatever it is, you feel warm and fuzzy and happy, sitting here on your knees with Dean’s dick resting heavily on your tongue. You push your head down again, determined to get the tip further into your throat this time, needing to hear this total stranger tell you what a good fucking girl you are, and how much he loves your dirty mouth. You just need more from him. And you have a feeling that Dean won’t be stingy about giving you exactly what you want.

This drabble is an excerpt from a longer story. If you want to read the full-length fic, it is available as a member exclusive on my website!

#dean x reader #dean winchester smut #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #writethelifeyouwant

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Confused/Disoriented (Sicktember, Namjoon)

Sicktember Prompt: #25 Confused/Disoriented

Word Count: 364

Sickie: Namjoon (fever)

Caregiver: Yoongi

“Hey,” Yoongi soothes, one hand cupping Namjoon’s cheek. “Joon?”

Namjoon’s whimper breaks the silence; Namjoon breathes in, out, doesn’t wake up. He’s burning up under Yoongi’s palm and Yoongi reaches down to touch Namjoon’s chest, rubs it lightly back and forth until Namjoon stirs. He’s been sleeping for twelve hours straight now, but as he blinks up at Yoongi he looks exhausted, dark circles under heavy eyelids.

He also looks a little disoriented. He opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything, and Yoongi knows it will be a while until he’s able to form any words. It’s harder for him when he’s sick and running a high fever and just waking up to speak. He’s sleepy and a little sluggish at first, then jumpy as he wakes up a little more, his eyes darting around the room.

“Joon,” Yoongi repeats. “Hey, you’re okay. It’s time for more medicine.”

Namjoon looks up at him with glassy eyes, but his gaze immediately slides past Yoongi. He looks over Yoongi’s shoulder, jaw clenched as he stares at something that may or may not be there.

“Joonie.”

Third time’s a charm. Namjoon blinks, then looks right into Yoongi’s eyes and whispers, “G’mornin’.”

It’s the afternoon. Yoongi doesn’t correct him.

“Hey, sleepyhead. You thirsty?”

He helps Namjoon sit up and holds the glass of water while he drinks, then offers him a dose of medicine. After Namjoon takes it, Yoongi brushes his thumb across the splotchy color across his face, the fever-hot skin of his cheekbones.

“I…where?” Namjoon is looking over Yoongi’s shoulder again. “Bathroom?”

“Right there,” Yoongi says, tipping his head towards the door. “Think you can make it there by yourself?”

Namjoon nods, then pushes himself up from the bed and makes his way into the bathroom. He’s in sweatpants and white socks and a long sleeved shirt that’s a size too small on him. Yoongi thinks it might be his.

When he emerges, Namjoon looks confused again. “I don’t feel well?”

It comes out as almost a question and Yoongi frowns, opening his arms as Namjoon sits next to him on the bed and tugging him to his chest. “I know, Joonie. I know you don’t.”

#sick namjoon #caretaker yoongi #bts sickfic #sickfic #sick bts #drabble #sicktember 2023 #fever

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I have nothing to blame but my procrastination for not doing my November reads until now. Obviously, this is the last one of the year, and I am still undecided if I am going to be doing this next year. Tracking everything I read was a New Years resolution, and I am happy that I stuck to it! It was tiring and overwhelming and tedious, though. Turns out, I read a lot 🤪 But thank you to every author I read this year, you all made me feel less lonely.

Books

Interviewing For Her Lover by Ellis O. Day

Alpha by Jasinda Wilder

Take a Risk by Scarlett Finn

Fics

i am easy to find by @larrieblr

“Am I bothering you?”

Louis doesn’t have to look up to know who it is, not by the voice. He takes out the final package from the mailbox, a fond grin on his face as he answers, “Love, you could never bother me.” He stacks the package in the crook of his elbow, and looks up, then his smile falls into confusion. “But - wait, you’re supposed to be at work?”

“I finished a meeting, took an early lunch,” is Harry’s excuse, as he comes up by Louis, but not entirely. As if he’d been afraid to touch him.

Louis isn’t one to be observant, but today, now, Harry’s caught his eye, and something tells him to look closer.

Or, where two people try to follow their dreams but time isn't on their side.

One Touch Is Never Enough by @kingsofeverything

It’s been a rough year for Louis. First, he was turned into a werewolf, which hasn't been so bad, except that he didn't anticipate how it would affect his love life. Maybe it’d be easier to ignore if he wasn’t constantly bombarded by the sound of his two werewolf best friends getting it on in the next room.

At least they were nice enough to give him a gift certificate for a massage.

1d Trick or Treat Fest 2022

When Witches Go Riding by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

Harry finds out Zayn is dressing as a witch for a Halloween party they'll both be attending and hopes that surprising her with a couples costume will pay off.

greased lightnin' by @larrieblr

After Louis mentions on an interview that he still has the jacket from his Grease days, Harry knows just the thing to wear for Halloween.

feast on your chaos by creamcoffeelou

The cloth is pulled away from his eyes slowly, dim candle light filling the room around him and illuminating two figures at the foot of the bed. They’re identical, exact mirrors of one another as Louis’ eyes bounce between them. “Of all the lovely offerings we’ve been given, I’d have to say this is my favorite,”

OR: Louis jokes that he'll try to summon a demon to lose his virginity. Maybe it's not as much of a joke as he thought.

Every Bit of Mine by @skipperxao3

Harry is an enigma. Louis still loves him.

everyone's entitled to one good score by @levelofcharm

Harry pouts, mocking. “So now you know, you're scared of me?”

Louis settles for a curt head shake, voice breaking as, “no,” slips past his trembling lips.

“Of course you’re not. You know you’re the love of my very long life, I’d never hurt you. Unless,” he hums inquisitively, sliding the knife down Louis’ sternum, catching the tip on the equally cheap spandex shorts, “you want me to, and…I think you do.”

Harry lets Louis’ limp arm fall to his side and, at that, a wicked smile carves onto his lips.

“We can play hide and seek. Go on, try to hide bunny,” he coos as he taps the cool knife to Louis’ heated cheek teasingly, his voice switching with ease to something stern and serious, “but hope I don’t find you.”

Louis has suspected his husband isn't what he says and is determined to be right this Halloween. Inspired by this prompt.

Cookbooks and Toothpicks and One Lizard by @londonfoginacup

If there is one thing that Harry hates about Halloween, it’s what a spectacle everyone suddenly makes around him.

Sure, he loves his friends, but he really wishes that this one, singular day of the year they could all just be chill. It’s as if for 364 days they forget what his profession is entirely, and then all remember at the same moment on the morning of October 31st. Oh yeah! I have a friend who is a witch! I should reconnect with him on this particular day, I’m sure he’s not already got plans of any kind!

Well not this year. This year he's going to the library.

Like a Powder Keg About to Explode by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

Niall enjoyed Louis' Bastille Day special so much that he's booked a private session for him and his lady on Guy Fawkes Day.

brothers? by @thedevilinmybrain

"I mean, I've never had a brother, so maybe what Louis and I do in our free time really is just familial bonding." Harry's grin turns wicked, gets that little glint in his eye that unfairly makes Louis' cock jump again. "We just do what other brothers do, right? No funny business."

Curves of Your Lips Rewrite History by @lunarheslwt

“Kneel.”

The prince obliged like a puppet whose strings had been cut, dropping to his knees in one fluid motion. With his bowed back, compliant silence, and eyes that lowered respectfully; he was a perfect picture of submission and trust. He deserved to be captured by Michelangelo, right at this moment, but alas, Louis found himself to be possessive of pretty things. And Harry was, by far, his most ethereal and dear possession. Made sweeter only because he allowed himself to be.

“Grace becomes you, when you submit to me,” Louis finally crooned, a ghost of a caress across a delicate cheek sparking goosebumps, “your Highness.”

And if Louis were a less attentive man, he would’ve missed the quiet gasp that the title weaved with a taunt coaxed out. A smile curled across his lips. So easy to please, for someone who had everything his heart desired at his fingertips.

Or, everyone bows to Prince Harry, but in the privacy of his four walls, the one he is bowing and kneeling for is his knight, Sir Louis.

Printed Against The Sky by @larrysballetslippers

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, beautiful?” Louis got lost in his thoughts for a second, but Harry’s breathless words brought him right back.

Harry stared at him and looked like he wanted to cry. “Are we making cookies? You… promised.”

“Yes, of course. Daddy just needs to figure out what to make, because we don’t have many ingredients,” Louis explained slowly, but Harry still looked ready to cry. “Do you want to help me?”

Or, after some intense weeks of promo, Harry really wants his daddy. Louis happily fulfils his needs, but it wasn't the best day to do so.

With this Wing, I Thee Wed by @ladyaj-13

“Nando’s?”

Niall crosses his arms and pouts, a little line appearing between his eyebrows. “I want Nandos. I like Nandos.”

“And I like my dignity,” Louis mutters.

So Wise by @neondiamond

Harry’s a little out of it after having his wisdom teeth removed. Louis is there to take care of him.

Wanna Play You Like a Game, Boy (what's the thrill of the same toy?) by @thebreadvansstuff

"You forgot to proofread the document? And you're only telling me -" Mr. Tomlinson glances at his watch, "- one minute before the meeting?"

Harry's heart pounds like a drum in his chest, hands flying out in front of him, as if to stop Mr. Tomlinson's trail of thought. "I can - I will do it right now, sir." Harry's shaking hands fumble with the documents lying on his desk, searching for the contract. "I only need a few minutes, please let me - "

Mr. Tomlinson puts a palm up, effectively shutting Harry up. "I don't think you understand the importance of this meeting, Mr. Styles," he snaps in a steely tone. "Find the document and bring it to the meeting room immediately."

Harry’s fingers may be slightly trembling while he digs through the pile of documents ahead of him, but the twist in his stomach is something completely unrelated to nerves.

✗✗✗

Or, Louis is Harry's boss, and Harry has a humiliation kink.

The Roses in the Rose Garden by @wishingforloushair

He realised he was still standing stark bollock naked, effectively peacocking at this man, stumbling through an apology while doing absolutely nothing to recover his dignity. Cupping his hands around his dick, he cursed the fact that his body had chosen that moment to send all the blood south, leaving nothing in his dumb brain to even remember where he’d left the towel, or anything other than his fucking hands.

Harry is a yoga instructor at Everforest Hotel, who is just trying to get through life without too many mistakes. When he goes to the spa on Niall's suggestion, a series of unfortunate events lead him to accidentally flashing his masseuse, Louis.

Next Door by @allwaswell16

When a stray cat starts coming round Louis' garden and bothering his dog, Louis and his best friend set out to capture it.

Or a famous/famous fic where Louis and Oli embarrass themselves in front of Batman.

Every Snowflake Is Different (Just Like You) by @hellolovers13

Turns out, getting snowed in with your not quite One-Night Stand wasn’t actually that bad.

But the snow wouldn’t last forever.

Was there a chance for love even after the snow had melted?

Taken by aace1234

Louis is 22, an award winning architect whose trying to put his past trauma of being kidnapped behind him.

Scott Wolf and Harry Styles are two detectives that were there through Louis trauma, essentially saved his life and lead the case.

They haven't seen each other in over a year, but what happens when the case breaks wide open again and Harry and Scott come spiralling back into Louis life again.

Whisper Your Desires, I'll Provide Them by @happilyyhalo

Louis has always been a standout, but there is one department she lacks in.

She’s a virgin.

Now, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin or lacking in sexual experience. Everyone has different views and ideas on sex, and no one should be shamed because of that. However, it is hard to ignore the peer pressure from society and others.

So, when Harry, her lifelong best friend, offers to help with her situation, there’s nothing that’s going to happen, right?

Over My Shoulder by @nouies

The media thinks omega singer Louis Tomlinson is dating alpha actor Sebastian Stan because they bump into each other all the time.

Everything changes when they accidentally bond.

When I Said Forever by @finelinegynandromorph

or, harry is struggling to find meaning in the rainy countryside. louis is a steady constant as harry wades through the mire of past trauma. dark and moody, with some light at the end of a muddy tunnel

Love In Conversation by @hellolovers13

King Arthur Baking Hotline.

Your bread fell flat. Your cookies crumbled. Who do you turn to? The King Arthur Baker’s Hotline.

Louis has a severe baking breakdown.

Thankfully, he gets help from baking-hotline operator Harry.

An Angel For Christmas by @larrysballetslippers

Louis barely makes it on the last train home for Christmas, exhausted and agitated she just wants to rest. Her peace gets interrupted by the most obnoxious and constant sneezing ever, but her irritations lead to miracles.

purr and shout by anditsonlyforthebrave

The sound that escapes Harry's mouth couldn't possibly be a purr. He's an alpha, alphas don't purr. Or do they?

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Prompt 478: Inspired by this post. A fic with a scene where alpha Harry has never had a proper serious relationship before Louis and when Louis washes his hair for the first time, he surprises Louis and himself by purring loudly.

Slow Hands by @hellolovers13

“Wait. So when you say you’re genderfluid, that means sometimes you’re a girl, right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“So when I asked what you’d do if you were a girl and you said ‘Niall’. Does that apply now?”

never been a fan of change, but we're still the same by @onlythebravest

“Why didn’t you call me?” Louis demanded. “As usual?”

Niall grimaced and reluctantly said, “He said you would make him drop.”

“Make him, how?” Liam asked worriedly, then quickly turned to Louis with almost judging eyes, asking, “You’d never force him to drop, right?”

“Fuck no,” Louis said firmly, shaking his head. “Never.” He’d never force Harry to drop unless he wanted to drop. Jesus, are his friends all idiots?

(Harry and Louis have relied on each other for over two years now, always turning to each other every time they need anything from touch to pheromones. But after Harry's omega unexpectedly causes him to drop in the pub, their relationship is no longer the same.)

Flick's High Dive by daemont

C.J. invites Flick to try some cliff diving, but the chameleon doesn't exactly feel confident in his abilities.

Love Drunk, Waiting On A Miracle by @hellolovers13

Christmas inspired Coffeshop AU

Harry has a bit of a crush on a customer. Thankfully, the feeling is mutual.

These are their first 24 days together.

Cut me up, kiss me harder by @lunarheslwt

“Y’know, you push and push and you’re mouthy and defiant, but it’s all an act isn’t it,” Harry pressed tauntingly. He was helpless to not tilt Louis’ face back up to him by placing a hand under his chin. Louis’ eyes fluttered in response.

“You just want to be roughed up a little,” he continued, voice dropping. Louis swallowed harshly, keening.

“You just want to be made to take it.”

“God, shut UP!!” Louis hissed, fisting roughly at his shirt.

“You don’t want that either,” Harry mumbled.

“Are you like this with every other omega you fuck too? How does anyone,” Louis seethed, crowding into his space further, “beg you to fuck them when you’re so full of it?”

“Who said they do?” Harry asked. “Unless,” he began, voice devious, “You’re speaking for yourself. Is that it? Are you gonna beg for my knot, then? Hmm?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Louis bit out. Harry had no time to think before Louis crashed his lips onto his again.

Or, a group of friends, a slightly drunk alternate version of spin the bottle, and the universe having a wicked sense of humour may just be enough to bring one bratty omega and a tired-of-said-omega’s-bullshit alpha closer than they’ve ever been. In more ways than one.

Worries, Kisses, and Surprises by @neondiamond

Harry and Louis are hosting Christmas dinner with both of their families for the very first time. Harry is a little stressed out about it, but for a good reason.

Did You Ever Feel Like A Fire Hydrant (And all your friends are dogs) by anonymous

Harry is roped into a wet night to remember.

I'm Insatiable, it's all your fault by @larrydoinglaundry

Harry has met many, many attractive people during his heats before, some of whom have been on the brink of their ruts, and he has never wanted to spread his legs open as much as he wants to do it right now.

All Louis has to do is sit right there on the chair, and Harry is ready to present.

Louis' scent wraps around him like a tender hug, intoxicating in the best possible way. It smells so much like a picnic in a forest; something sweet yet sophisticated like dark chocolate, sprinkled with a touch of pine and rain. It’s everything Harry is addicted to.

The last thing Harry expected when he started a new job was to meet his truebond. The only problem is, his truebond happens to be one of his students, and he's never been the man to dismiss his morals.

Sweet Nothings by @huggieshalo

“Love, wake up please.” Harry said as he squatted down, running his hand through his hair.

Louis’s eyes suddenly flew open, tossing his body to one side. Letting out a loud yelp, it turned into loud wails.

Oh fuck.

or Louis reached home after the broken arm saga and Harry found him in little space after waking up from his nap.

No one's gonna know by @jishlerfics

Harry can’t look away from the ribbon. He can’t process it, can’t hear his own thoughts over the roaring rush of blood in his ears.

“Don’t you look pretty?” Harry hears Louis’ voice as if from far away.

Or: Harry and Louis go to a party.

Two Days and I'll Be Home by @neondiamond

Harry comes home to Louis for the holidays.

The prettiest customer (and the cutest barista) by @onlythebravest

“So there’s this guy,” Harry repeated. “And I really like him.”

“Is he cute?”

“The cutest,” Harry said with a bright smile, turning around to face Louis. His cheeks felt warm, but he ignored it, pushed past it. “Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”

“Ooh, tell me more.” Louis rested his head in his hand.

(Louis is the pretty customer that comes in and orders hot chocolate while Harry is the cute barista that tak

Your Gift is Wasted On Me by @bravetemptation

“He had a partner for a long time, and he says that he was too dependent. He doesn’t want an alpha, at least not right now. But he’s got a pretty severe case of touch deprivation. So it’s … not great.”

“Is there anything …”

“He doesn’t like to be touched. There was an incident a few weeks ago and he just … he can’t bear human touch.”

________

Omega Louis has severe touch deprivation and is averse to touch. But he’s fine. Really.

Alpha Harry is the new neighbor who loves to bake cookies and is very curious about the omega across the hall.

Know My Pronouns by asbowden14

“Well, I think she looks awfully pretty today.” Harry’s eyes widen at not only the statement but the pronoun, blushing furiously as Louis’ arm swung around his shoulders and pulled him into his side.

“Hey, leave them alone! You so much as think of touching them again and I’ll kick your fucking ass.” Harry cried.

“That’s my boy.” Harry wanted to kiss Louis.

Or the one in which Harry is gender fluid and he falls a bit more in love every time Louis uses the correct pronouns.

Softer, Softest by @littleroverlouis @berzerkshires

A lazy Sunday afternoon of Harry appreciating the softness of Lou's body.

Here where you should be by @lunarheslwt

“I’m spending Christmas alone.”

Harry would never have thought of himself as dramatic, but he could swear he felt his heart lurch at the quiet admission.

“Huh?”

“Just me, myself and I,” Louis joked, giving a little laugh. “It’s about to be a very….ah, silent night.”

And Harry was so distraught at this news, that he didn’t even chuckle at the pun.

“Louis,” he said dumbly, voice betraying how upsetting he found the idea. The sparkle in Louis’ eyes dulled further.

“Don’t you worry about me, Harry,” Louis soothed, “It’s not that big a deal-”

“-Would you like to spend Christmas with me?”

And what. the. fuck. Why did he ask that to someone who was essentially a stranger?

Or, when Harry, an anxious alpha, found himself panicking over last minute Christmas shopping, he found comfort in the kind omega shop assistant, Louis. He wasn't meant to invite the omega home for Christmas when he found out that he's spending Christmas alone. He wasn't meant to catch feelings. Hell, he wasn't even meant to be able to go home for the holiday. It was shaping up to be a Christmas full of surprises.

Perfume Purgatory by @littleroverlouis

Louis is enduring the purgatory of selling perfume as a seasonal employee at the department store where her girlfriend, Harry, is employed.

She still hates the mall but needs the extra cash to purchase Harry a special gift.

Harry lives next door to Louis and babysits his daughter. He might be hopelessly in love with Louis and desperate to be part of his little family, but he’s ignoring that in favour of trying to make Louis’s busy life as easy as possible. When he finds out Louis and his daughter don’t believe in Santa - someone who is universally considered a real person - he makes it his mission to convince them. Along the way he takes in a man who may or may not actually be Santa, and everyone’s Christmas wishes might come true.

maybe this christmas by you_explode

A Miracle on 34th Street AU.

I Wish U Were Inside Me by @larrysballetslippers

His breathless whimpers echoed through the room, Harry missed Louis’ loud moans, his breathing didn’t even pick up as Harry thrust into him. It irritated him, even though he was used to it, Harry wanted Louis to be loud. He wanted his lover to scream his name, tell him that he was a good boy, and had the best dick. However, the room was just filled with Louis’ pheromones and Harry’s moans.

Or, Louis likes to be fucked while sleeping, Harry isn't sure if he's allowed this night.

Make You Mine This Season by @disgruntledkittenface

After Harry’s Christmas plans fall through, she decides to surprise her best friend Nick in New York. Unfortunately, Nick decided to surprise her in San Francisco at the same time. When they realize what happened, they each resign themselves to staying and spending time in the other’s city. Harry tries to make the best of things, making elaborate plans to distract herself from feeling lonely, while Nick is just looking forward to her first real vacation from her hectic job in years. Neither of them will have the Christmas that they expected, but maybe they’ll each get the one that they need.

One for the Books by @neondiamond

When Harry decides to move to London a few weeks before Christmas to pursue his dream and become the new owner of a bookshop after seeing an ad online, everyone he knows tells him he must be out of his mind. As he gets acquainted with his new life and meets a handful of incredible individuals—one of which he happens to grow particularly fond of—he slowly comes to the realisation that it may just be the best decision he's ever made.

Or the one where there’s a bookshop, a cat, OT5 friendship, a budding romance, and all the festive vibes.

Set the Sky, Oh Holy Night by @londonfoginacup

“It’s a starter home,” Niall says. He looks ridiculously proud. Louis does not think he should look that proud.

“That bathtub’s fallen through the ceiling,” Louis points out.

“Starter home,” Niall emphasises.

One house, five almost-strangers (plus Niall), six new beginnings.

Happy Christmas, here's to many more.

Advent Drabbles by @berzerkshires

#28th appreciation #november reads #december reads #monthly reads #hlcreators #trackinghome #trackinghappily #tracksintheam #1dsource #yeah im definitely not doing this next year lol

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