#stomach is still very messed up and moving things isn't helping

[jedi-bird]

Made a few changes to shelves today. Moved the cookbooks to the taller narrow shelf (my mom collected them and I'm not ready to get rid of the ones I'll never use for sentimental reasons). I'm using the shorter narrow shelf for gardening books and animal books; overflow can go onto the cookbook shelf if needed (assuming there's room).

#birdy tries to be a good adult #i sorted through and repacked twelve boxes of books today #have a few marked to take upstairs next week #there are at least five more craft book boxes and I'm only a quarter of the way through the books #so I'm getting a bit worried #but I'm also tired now so I'm going to start putting things back and call it a day #stomach is still very messed up and moving things isn't helping

[20-th-centurygirl]

distraction

jude bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: smut

summary: jude distracts you while you're tying to catch up on a show 🧎‍♀️

a/n: inspo from this on @judethluvr 's blog <3 decided to add this from @judeswhore 's blog too bc its so 🤭 also yes this ask is from a very long time ago this fic has genuinely been sat rotting away in my drafts for ages but enjoy

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𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

jude had been away for the past few days so when you both finally had the chance to catch up on your favourite show you both jumped at it. jude was lying flat on his back on the sofa, you lying in between in his legs with your head on his chest. his steady breathing relaxing you and you couldn't help your eyes fluttering shut.

your eyes were fluttering closed, but they swiftly opened when you felt judes hand drifting further up your shirt, changing their position of being flat on your stomach to cup your boobs. it wasn't an unusual thing for jude to do, him often falling asleep that way and at first you assumed it was just another way of him trying to he close to you. his thumb gently stroked over your nipple and you hummed out softly. your own hand moved up and down on jude's thigh, drawing little hearts on it.

his fingers moved to trace your thighs, both of your gazes still fixed on the tv. jude mirrored your actions and he began tracing little hearts on your inner thigh as you leaned further into him. it didn't take him long before his fingertip moved to rub lazy circles on your clit over your shorts, while his other hand continued groping your boobs. he mumbled a barely audible "this okay?" and you hummed a yes, closing your eyes again.

without saying anything else he pulled them gently to the side. his gaze hadn't faltered and his actions were practically muscle memory. he grazed your clit lightly, dragging one finger down to gather your wetness before moving back to your clit. you bit your lip, attempting to stifle any noises that were threatening to escape your lips. you wanted more so you subtly bucked your hips up once but decided to do nothing else, hoping jude would get the message.

you felt him slide one of his fingers in and you couldn't help the little hitch in your breath. you knew jude would be cocky and would never let you live it down if you started moaning loudly or begging so you tried to keep your moans at bay. jude pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sliding in another finger as you whimpered out.

he curled his fingers in just the right way, that combined with the small flicks on your clit with his thumb and the way he rolled your nipple with his fingers had your eyes squeezing shut. really you had no reason to be quiet, but there was something about the way he was so casually making you feel so good while still entirely focused on something else was just so insanely hot to you and you were determined to not give him the satisfaction of knowing how much of a mess he could make you so easily.

you felt your orgasm creeping up on you and you gripped his hand that was moving inside of you. your chest was heaving and your eyes squeezed shut and you were sure judes hand has nail marks in it. you let a few small whimpers slip, jude still fingering you through your orgasm.

you stayed there with your head rested on jude and his hand splayed on your stomach as you tried to catch your breath. when you eventually shifted to look at jude you were greeted with the cockiest grin plastered on his face. "didn't even need to say anything and I got you that worked up huh?" he teased as you rolled your eyes at him, moving to straddle him.

you brought a hand down to squeeze his now very present bulge in his joggers "cause its impossible to get you worked up isn't it" you quipped back, leaning in to kiss him. judes hand moved to cup the back of your neck to hold you closer to him as yours travelled up his hoodie clad chest. your fingers slipped into it, tracing the warm skin of his stomach. when your fingers followed the small patch of hair that was present on his lower stomach he let out a small groan. you took advantage of that, sliding in your tongue to brush it against his.

you rolled your hips gently as jude pulled of your shirt. he peppered your chest with light kisses, swirling his tongue around your nipple in a way that had your head spinning instantly. "baby" you whimpered, gripping his shoulders. "desperate again?" he mumbled against your skin, feeling the smirk and the teasing undertone. 'yes i am just do something please" you whined, attempting to roll your hips again but jude gripped them to stop you.

he pulled down his joggers and boxers just enough for his cock to spring out and you felt yourself salivating at the sight. he pulled your shorts to the side again, wrapping an arm around you back to lift you on top of him. you gripped his shoulders as you both let out breathy moans.

judes hands guided your hips into a steady rhythm, attacking your neck and chest with kisses, sucking and biting until he was satisfied with the marks he'd left. you being almost naked while jude was still fully clothed sent you into overdrive, too overwhelmed by everything going on to focus.

the burn in your thighs became too much and you collapsed onto him 'jude I can't" you whimpered and he smirked for what felt like the hundredth time. 'aw poor baby' he mocked, sending you a fake pout before thrusting his hips up, perfectly hitting that spot that made you see stars.

your hands gripped onto his biceps, whining at the way they flexed in your fingers. 'doing so good for me angel. feels so good' jude grunted, his fingers harshly gripping onto the flesh of your ass. your head fell back and jude took advantage and attacked your throat with kisses, sucking harshly before soothing over the spot with his tongue. 'jude you're gonna make me cum fuck' you whimpered and jude's head began spinning.

'only me yeah? only i can make you feel this good huh?' his smirk and cocky tone only making your orgasm approach faster. you nodded and jude landed a particularly harsh slap to your ass 'use your words beautiful, i asked you a question?' one of his hands gripped your chin, angling your face so you could lock eyes with him. 'only you jude. only you can ever make me feel like this' you whined. jude leaned up, angling his mouth right by your ear 'good girl' he whispered before placing a delicate kiss to your cheek.

that was all it took for your orgasm to wash over you. your legs shook around him and your fingers dug into judes shoulders. his head fell back and loud moans tumbled from his throat, your orgasm triggering his as his whimpered out your name.

your head fell into the crook of his neck, collapsing onto him and his arms wrapped around your back. jude let out a breathy laugh, peppering kisses to the side of your head. 'fuck, that was amazing' he whispered and you grinned, lightly kissing his neck. you moved back to look at him, catching his mouth with yours. 'think we're gonna have to rewind this abit' you giggled.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham fanfic

[spdrvyn]

better than snow: MIGUEL O’HARA

summary: have a merry christmas morning! you're groggy and experiencing a mild headache, but it's all worth it especially when you walk into the living room only to see your munch of a boyfriend.

fluff. suggestive. in typical vyn fashion, this is late YAHOO but merry christmas to everyone! i hope you all enjoyed your holidays because i very much did hehe, this fic is inspired by this fanart so go check it out! merrily we fall out of line out of line

You were a merry mess.

There was no such thing as partying too hard, but you thought that you'd never actually reach such a feat until last night. Hell, you didn't even remember falling asleep on the bed.

Don't get anything twisted, you had a lot of fun with Miguel and "coworkers" last night. That's what he liked to call them anyway, you know for sure he wouldn't invite regular subordinates to his home with you to have the craziest Christmas party known to man.

The tanginess of the copious amounts of whiskey you had was still on your tongue, your eyelids still weighed down by the very little sleep that you got. The sun wasn't entirely up yet, orangey hues barely visible through the blinds of the room.

You shivered as the cold hit your bare legs, these were definitely not the clothes you fell asleep in either. You looked down to see a t-shirt that very well reached up to just above your thigh, it was only safe to assume that you made a huge mess of yourself previously and even safer to assume that Miguel would save you by changing you into one of his shirts.

The choice of clothing isn't even necessary, you have clean shirts, but Miguel likes seeing you in his clothes so you weren't going to complain. Besides, it smells and somehow feels like him.

That didn't really help the fact that you were freezing, Nueva York and its deadly temperatures during winter season. You dug through the closet to find big enough blanket to carry, you weren't insane enough to drag the whole comforter of your bed around the flat.

When you entered the living room, the soft crackling noises of a fire the first thing you heard. Each piece of confetti, liquid, and dirty surface had then been wiped clean.

Though, that wasn't the only detail that had you baffled.

The moment your head turned, you could feel your heart stop beating in your chest, your breath slowing down, your blood run cold. Miguel was right there and he wasn't wearing anything else except for his briefs, you could see everything.

Smooth skin, a toned stomach, massive arms shielded by nothing, and the trail of hair that goes down to his even bigger—

"Merry Christmas," he uttered, you nearly choked. Right, right. He's in front of you. Shirtless. No! Act normal, act natural.

"Uh, Merry Christmas." the need for your little blanket lessened even more, this sight was enough to warm you up for the rest of the morning nay rest of the day. Your eyes moved to the mug in his hands that was still steaming hot, he reached it out to you in a silent question if you wanted any but you declined with a shake of your head.

With that, he gulped down the rest of his drink. As he set the mug down on the table, he gestured for you to follow him to which you immediately followed. He sat you down on one of the armchairs, his eyes raked over how you looked now. Bed hair, fingers clutched onto the blanket for dear life, flushed cheeks that you probably didn't know you had. Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.

He grabbed a present from the Christmas tree before it's presented to you, you tried to study the stern look on his face but if there's one thing you knew about Miguel, it would he how good he was at hiding how excited he was.

You unraveled the present to be met with a language book on how to speak Japanese, you noted the way two slips of paper bookmarked a specific page and when you opened it, you were delighted.

Two plane tickets to Tokyo, Japan and when you read the page that they were slotted into, it's how to say "I love you" in Japanese.

愛してます. Aishitemasu.

Your heart swelled, when you looked back to Miguel, he had the softest smile on his face.

"I'm going on leave for at least a week, we leave in two days."

"Oh, Miguel— this is—"

Unable to find the words for exactly how happy you were, you couldn't do anything more except grab him by his shoulders and kiss him breathless. Passionate was an understatement, you acted as if you were going to steal each breath from his lungs to which he'd let you if you truly desired it.

You've never received a gift this big before, never gone a trip with just you and another person. This is a first time experience for you and you're more than happy about the fact that you're going to be sharing those future memories with Miguel, you wouldn't choose anyone else over him.

When you separated, you both panted into each other's mouths. Miguel had you pushed you back into the armrest, the blanket too close to slipping off your ahoulders.

"I don't want to spend a moment away from you," he took one of your hands and pressed a chaste kiss to your wrist. His other hand slithered down to your lower back now to your bottom before giving it a firm squeeze. "What I want is to love, kiss, and cherish you in every possible. Will you let me? Corazón?"

There was only one answer.

There would only ever be one answer.

"Yes."

#spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel o'hara #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #x reader #x you #x y/n #fluff #suggestive

[avenging-fandoms]

kook princess!yn inviting jj to midsummers as her date 🤭😏 and kie sees and she's all 🥹 bc she knows how much jj likes you and you're giving him a chance

**long post, i got carried away LMAOO **i just love jj in love with a kook so i wrote A LOT *smut! (f!receiving)

*events are different from what happened at Midsummers in the show

-

"I don't know, Kie. He's going to say no" Your knee was leaned up against the door, arm resting on the open window as Kiara drove.

"Yn, I promise you with every cell in my body, JJ is not going to say no to you. You don't hear him when it's just me and him" She smirks and you look at her over your sunglasses. "He goes on and on about how beautiful and smart you are. He stalks your Instagram all the time"

"Why to only you?" You ask and she hits the brakes at a red light. She looks at you and you nod. "Kook fucking princess" You mumble, rolling your eyes. "You know, I didn't start that. Rafe Cameron started it because he thinks we're going to get married, just because our dads are friends!"

"Yeah, Rafe is pretty fucking scary" Kiara spoke through her teeth and pulled into JJ's place. You unclick your seatbelt and Kiara grabs your arm. "Listen, you're one of my best friends, since diapers, so I'll be honest with you" you look at her and her eyes adjust. "I know you're finally giving JJ a chance, but if you hurt him, I will end you"

You smile, saluting Kiara. "Sir yes sir" You both laugh and you get out. You follow Kiara to the door and she knocked. JJ opened the door without a shirt and a beer bottle in hand, sunglasses on the tip of his nose and his eyes immediately catch yours. "Hi JJ"

He couldn't say anything, he just smiled. Kiara smacked his forehead as she walked in, and he moved so you could get in. You thank him and look around, a soft smile on your face. "I uh.. I'm sorry for the mess. This isn't how-"

"JJ," you touch his shoulder and he looks at you. "Relax. I don't care about that. I'm not that type of person to judge, despite what others might think" You shove your hands in your back pockets, eyes falling down his chest then quickly back to his eyes.

JJ quickly put on his tank top, his chest and stomach still very visible and you couldn't help but stare. "Do you want anything to drink?" your eyes fall on what was in his hand. "They're outside. Kie, you want one?" JJ opened the door for you and you looked at her.

"No, I'm gonna use the bathroom. I'll be right there" JJ nods and turns away from her, and she winks and gives you a thumbs up before you and JJ head to his backyard.

"It's nice back here, JJ" you compliment and he thanks you, handing you a beer. You thank him and try to twist it off and he hums as he takes a sip of his.

"Here, let me open it" JJ used his ring to pop the bottle open, and you smile to yourself. He hands it to you and you inhale. "What?"

"That was just the hottest thing I've ever see" your eyes widen at the word vomit, taking a big sip of your drink. You gasp for air and JJ chuckles, cheeks beet red.

"Wanna go to the dock?" JJ nods towards the water and you nod, following closely next to him. "Hottest thing you've ever seen, huh?"

"Oh please, your cheeks were hotter"

"That was a good one, princess" You roll your eyes and sit at the edge of the dock, taking your sandals off. JJ did the same, his leg pressed against yours as you both drink. "Why did you come here?" JJ asked and you raise your eyebrows, setting your beer next to you while you leaned on your hands.

"Wow, alright"

"No, no, no. I didn't mean it like that. It's just.. you haven't really chosen to hang with us.. or me before" You look at JJ, squinting from the sun. You suck up your pride and sit up straight, looking at JJ.

"Well.. you know about Midsummers, right?" JJ nods, eyes watching you contently. You take a sip of your beer, a droplet of condensation falling on your chest and JJ couldn't help but watch it fall.

"Uh, yeah. Midsummers. I..I think I'm working it"

"Well.." you crossed your leg over your knee, your foot hitting his shin, his chest moving quicker. "Why don't you not work that night, and come with me. As my.. date"

"Yes, absolutely. That..that sounds amazing. I'll quit so I don't work that night" JJ rambled and you laughed, placing a hand on his thigh. His mouth fell into a straight line.

"You're not going to quit your job, JMay"

"JMay?"

"Yeah, that's my nickname for you"

"JMay. Out of anything in the world"

"Out of JJ?! Your name is a nickname!" you both laugh and you kept your eyes on him a little longer. "Kiara told me about your crush on me" his head snapped towards you and you smile. "She only told me because I told her I thought you were cute and to give you my number"

"Hmm.. did she tell you about Instagram?" You nod and he nods along with you, sucking his teeth. "So you wanted me first, princess?"

"God, I hate that nickname. Please don't use it again"

It's like you showed JJ all your buttons and said, 'push them.'

"So sorry. Anyway, what made you decide to take me to Midsummers? Needed a prince.." he leaned into you and you shook your head. "'Cause you're a princess"

You grab his shoulders and push him into the water. You laugh as he pops back up, leaning down. “I could’ve had Rafe Cameron take me”

“Yeah like you’d go for that psycho” JJ pulled himself up onto the dock, grabbing onto your belt loops and pulling you in with him. He still held onto you as he spun you in the water.

"Jokes on you," You pull your shirt off and toss it at his face, a bathing suit underneath your clothes. "I came prepared" you pushed his hands away and took off your shorts, throwing them on the dock. JJ did the same, throwing your shirt and his on the dock.

You and JJ hung out in the water for a little bit, splashing, dunking each other, everything. You both hop back up on the dock and you lay on your back, closing your eyes and letting the sun dry you.

JJ laid next to you, his pinky inches from yours. "You never answered my question from before"

"What was it again? I was too busy pushing you in the water"

"Why me?" You blocked the sun with your hands, looking at JJ. He looked back at you, searching for an answer in your eyes.

"You're.. like a breath of fresh air" You answer honestly, and he smiles softly. "I know that sounds crazy 'cause I've only been around you a few times. Very short, due to being berated by your friends, but you're just so.. I don't know"

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment. I just hope it blows over well with the other Kooks"

"Fuck the other Kooks, you only have to worry about impressing me" you wink at him. "I have to use the bathroom, and figure out where the hell Kiara is"

JJ nodded and closed his eyes, relaxing in the sun again. You open the screen door, the floor creaking underneath your feet. "Kie?" You looked around the kitchen and living room, repeatedly calling her name. You looked in the front of his house, and her car was gone.

'Be back at 5 :)'

A note taped to the doorway. You roll your eyes and smile, knowing you should've guessed she would have done this. You walk down the hallway of JJ's and spy his room, opening it and stepping inside.

You look around his room. Bracelets, shoes, clothes everywhere. Beer cans, wrappers. Typical teen boy room. You find a shirt in his drawer and put it over your body, finding his sunglasses and putting those on.

You head back outside with two more beers, holding the can over JJ's face and letting the condensation fall on his face. "Hey!"

"Kiara left, she'll be back at 5. Probably so we can get ready for Midsummers" You hand him the beer and he watches you in awe as you sit next to him.

"Is.. uh.. that my shirt?"

"Yeah. Hope you don't mind I borrowed the sunnies too" You smile and he shakes his head, sipping his beer.

"It's just.. that is the hottest thing I've ever seen" He teases and you laugh.

"Touché, Maybank"

-

You nearly beat Kiara up as she came back to pick you up. "I see you're wearing his shirt"

"We didn't do anything. We just sat in his backyard after taking an impromptu swim and talked. Got to really know each other" You leaned your elbow on the window and tried to hide your smile behind your hand.

"You bitch, you're blushing!" She slaps your arm and you laugh. She pulls into your driveway and you grab your bag. “You’re welcome!” She shouts out the window and you flip her off.

“Hey, where have you been? Whose shirt is that?” Topper asked and you rolled your eyes.

“None of your business, Topper. Go get ready for your grand entrance with Sarah Cameron” You reply sarcastically, heading up the stairs.

You hated your brother. You hated that he was your mother’s bitch and you hated that she bought into it. She wasn’t too keen on you, because you didn’t obey her every command.

You head upstairs and get in the shower, smiling at the day you had with JJ. You get out and head into your room, doing your hair and makeup before putting on your dress. You do a twirl in the mirror and smile, putting on the flower crown your mother insisted your wear.

You put on your shoes and waited for Kiara's text. You heard footsteps walking past your door, praying no one came in. Kiara texted she arrived and you turn on your music softly, leaving out your patio slowly.

You heard the car door as you climbed down the ladder, JJ catching your waist as you slipped off the last step. You step away from him and swipe your hands down your dress, smoothing it out and you look at JJ.

“Looking good, JMay” you wink and he smiles, fixing your hair that was stuck in your crown. His thumb rubbed over your cheek, nodding.

"Looking beautiful, princess" you roll your eyes and JJ holds his hand out towards the car and follows you, opening the passenger door open for you.

You thank him with a smile and he closes the door for you. Kiara gives him a sly high five as she gets in the car, JJ behind you. She sped off and you saw Topper in the rearview mirror, draping your hand out the window and giving him the finger.

-

Kiara turned her car off and you unbuckle your seatbelt, JJ rushing out of the car and opening your door. You take his arm as he closes the door, holding his bicep and you two walked into the party.

Eyes were on you. Not only because you looked amazing, but because you were holding onto a Pogue. You felt JJ's arm start to tremble and you place a hand on his chest, his eyes meeting yours.

"No one but me, JJ" you say softly and he nods. You place your hand on top of the one around his bicep, taking him to the bar area. "Hey, Rachel! How are you?" you wave to your friend and she waves back, smile dropping a bit when she saw JJ. You grab a champagne glass and hand it to JJ and one for yourself.

"Can we go find somewhere quiet to sit?" He asks in your ear, and you nod.

"Of course, JJ. Here, I know a spot" You took his hand and trailed him to your spot you always snuck away to during parties. You two sat on the log and you took off your shoes, pulling up your dress and resting your feet on the sand. "Are you alright?"

"Just.. not the biggest fans of Kooks" He sighed and downed his champagne, putting the glass in the grass behind him under the little rock cave. You look at the water, shaking your head.

"I knew it was a bad idea bringing you. The last thing I wanted to do was make you uncomfortable and that's exactly what I did. I'm sorry, JJ"

"No, Yn, I'm happy I came with you" JJ moved closer to you and placed a hand on your leg. "It's just we're very different"

"Only where we come from, JJ" You whisper, eyes on his lips. "I'm glad to be learning more about you"

"Same.. Yn.." His breathing got choppy. His fingers tighten on your thigh. He was getting closer. He was getting nervous.

"The cool, punk Pogue JJ Maybank.." your fingers trail over his shoulder, down his chest. "All nervous to kiss a Kook"

JJ smiled and held your face, kissing you slowly. Your fingers grab his shirt, pulling him in closer and his hand pushed up your dress, and you sat on his thigh. Your hand combed through his hair, his hand rubbing your back.

You pull away, fingers touching his chin as he looked at you with heavy eyes. "Why stop, princess?"

"Because I have something that will calm you down" You bend over and grab your clutch, JJ rubbing your back. You sat back up and opened it, his cheek on your shoulder. You pulled out 3 joints in a sandwich baggie and JJ looked like a kid in a candy store.

You stood up and went under the rock cave, laying in the grass as you lit a joint in your mouth. JJ smiled in victory, laying down next to you, you take a big hit and hold it in, holding the joint to JJ's mouth and exhaling as he inhaled.

You two shared 2 each, and you both weren't nervous anymore. You were giggling, sharing stories, getting to know each other better. "Okay, personal question" JJ coughed and you look at him. "Out of the guys you hooked up with, who was the worst at giving you head?"

"Wow, Maybank" you laugh and lay back on your elbows, thinking. "I don't think I've had a guy do that. They usually just want head or to fuck, but they never pleasured me. Why didn't I say anything?"

"So you never experienced it because they were too stupid to go down on a beautiful girl like you? What morons" He laughs and you inhale sharply, suddenly getting a boost of confidence.

"Do you know how to do it?" You ask and he looks at you with soft eyes.

"I do. Why do you wanna know?" His body got closer to yours, hand rubbing over your chest and holding your neck. "Do you want me to show you?"

"Y-yes JJ"

"Look at that, the stuck-up, princess Kook. All nervous, just for me" He taunted you and you groan, kissing him roughly and grabbing his hand. You kissed him sloppily as his hand touched your inner thigh, pushing his palm into your thigh and you flop on your back.

"J.." You mumble against his lips and he smiles, his hand reaching your pussy. His finger rubbed up and down your folds outside of your underwear, and you stifle a moan.

"Let me hear you, princess" he kissed your neck and pushed his fingers into your underwear, sliding his middle finger and ring finger into you.

"Fuck, JJ" You moan and grip his hair as he kissed your chest. He moved in between your legs, disappearing underneath your dress. You ripped grass up in your hands and your back arched as he spread your legs and licked a bold stripe up.

JJ knew what he was doing. Every nerve, every pace. He knew exactly what to do.

His tongue worked on your clit while he pumped his fingers into you. Your body twisted and you sat up on your elbows again, pulling your dress up and you bite your lip as your eyes meet his.

"You taste so delicious" JJ breathed and kissed you, fingers still fucking you and you hum into his mouth. "Are you gonna cum for me, princess?"

"Yes, JJ, fuck" your arm wraps around his neck and bury his face in your chest, scratching his back as you came on his fingers. You let out a loud moan and JJ's hand covered your mouth, looking at you as he rode out your orgasm.

JJ pulled away and looked at you as he licked his fingers clean, a satisfied smile on your face. "God, JJ. I am so happy I asked you to come here with me"

"I'm glad you asked me too" He kissed you again and helped you up. You wiped him off and then he did you. He helped adjust your hair and crown, and you his hair.

You both head back to the party, your shoes clicking softly on the stone path. Your arms were wrapped around his waist, his arm draped over your back as you both walked back into the party.

Kiara caught you two and you gave her a wink, Kiara's eyes turning into hearts as she watched you two walk onto the dance floor. You connect your fingers behind his neck, his hands together behind your back as you both swayed to the music.

You rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes. This is when you felt the most comfortable, in JJ's arms. He was so nice to be around, he never judged you.

You open your eyes as the song ends, finding Kiara and the three of you sat at a table to eat. You pick your eyes up and spot Topper looking directly at you.

"Oh, Jesus Christ" you roll your eyes and Topper comes over to you with Sarah trailing behind. "What do you want, dickhead?"

"Oh no, I didn't come over here for you. I came over here, for JJ" JJ's body visibly straightens, his eyes narrowing.

"What can I do for you, Top?"

"I'd like for you to leave my sister alone. She doesn't need to be dragged down to your level"

JJ stood up, his chair screeching across the floor. "Wow, Topper. For once, you care about your sister? How kind of you. But I promise, I'm taking better care of her than you ever could"

"Yeah?" Topper pushed JJ and you stood up, shoving Topper back.

"The fuck is your problem? You're not even my real brother, you never acted like it" You grit your teeth and Topper laughed, your eyes move to Sarah. "Control your mutt, Cameron"

Sarah looked you up and down, walking away with Topper. You look at JJ and hold his face, smiling. "Thanks for not fighting him. Here, at least"

"Anything for you, princess" He smiles and kisses you softly, the both of you sitting back down and digging into your meals. You ended the night with the 3 of you crashing at JJ's house, Pope also meeting up with you guys after he was done helping his dad.

You enjoyed being around the Pogues much more than your own family, and you hoped you stuck with them for a while.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank blurbs #jj maybank fic #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fluff #topper thornton #sarah cameron #kiara carrera #outer banks

[asarajaa]

Me encanta los colores de tu blog!!

Do you have any head canons for Bachira?

How he would react to falling in love with someone? :)

I hope you are doing well!

Omg mil gracias! Me pasé como 2 días buscando el aesthetic correcto, en un principio iba a ser coquette pero cambie de idea en último momento jajsjsja

Said and done, my love! Hope you like it <3!

Warnings: fem!reader, spanish lyrics, bllk fem!manager Words: 565 Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Bachira falling in love hcs

₊˚ෆ We have to be realistic, this man wouldn't notice.

₊˚ෆ I believe Bachira hasn't any experience with the female genre except his mom, so he think of you as just a friend.

₊˚ෆ At first he didn't know how to 'name' you, because it felt different being your friend compared to being Isagis, but he thought it was because you were girl.

₊˚ෆ It isn't until Chigiri pointed out your treatment to each other. How you always give him first water or anything he needs, how his eyes look for your presence when he enters any room and so on.

₊˚ෆ Then is when he started to notice.

₊˚ෆ Bachira is confused af, so before making any move (or making another one, apparently) he waited until break and ask advice from his mama.

₊˚ෆ How can you blame him? You were such a really nice friend (?) and he didn't wanna mess things up.

₊˚ෆ When his mama tells him about the feeling in his stomach (know he knows they're called butterflies), the heart beating faster and more signs, he agreed with the idea of being in love with you.

₊˚ෆ "How to make my crush like me back".

₊˚ෆ MY POOR BOY DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO 😭😭😭

₊˚ෆ After some advice (from his mama ofc), he decided let the things flow. Again, I believe Bachira is very cautious with this thing and doesn't wanna mess thing up (plus i'll be awkard if he does bc you guys will see eachother everyday for a long time, he doesn't want that).

₊˚ෆ His mamas advice help him, but he's still confused. Like, does he really fall in love? He doesn't know the answer to that.

₊˚ෆ You, on the other hand, were 100% sure you were in love with him.

₊˚ෆ Until on day, the day. It was during the break, you were hanging out with the boys when all of a sudden it started raining.

You were alone with Bachira, in the middle of the way back to the arcade. All of you were hungry and since the arcades food wasn't cheap, you guys decided to go to a convenient store.

All of you put your names on a roulette you find on the internet to decide the 2 persons who had to went, and omg- Bachira and you? How unexpected.

However, it started raining and you were with Bachira. Bachira, as the gentleman he is, offered to carry all of the bags ( because mama didn't raise no ungentleman boy ✋🏽).

And your first thought wasn't to put on the hood you had, or going to a covered place- no.

Your first thought was to touch your fingertips making a little house and cover Bachiras head.

Of course, it barely worked.

But the effort.

The effort. Because you were shorter than him, you have to tiptoe so his face was pretty close to yours.

The effort. Because you were getting your hair wet, which made it stick to your cheeks while his face was almost all dry.

The effort. Because you put his needings before yours (and he'll be damned if he didn't do the same).

At that moment, with your face millimeters away from him, he could only had one thing in his mind:

Mama will like her.

₊˚ෆ "Ya encontré, la que será mi futura esposa" was his only though at that moment apart from the fact that his mother would like you AND U CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND 😻✋🏽

₊˚ෆ For those who not know spanish, that is a line from a very popular song here in Spain. It's called "Mi Estrella Blanca", the line appears in the 1:45 minute. It means "I have already found the one who will be my future wife" and the song means "My White Star", it's a very beautiful song, go listen to it!!!

I LOVED how this turned on, I think I'll be making content inpired by lyrics from now on, tell me your opn!!

idk if you guys understant what y/n was doing with her hands?? here's a picture:

WHJBDJHD SRRY IT'S THE ONLY ONE THAT MATCHES. Imagine it like that but the thumbs are w/ the rest of the fingers.

PODER BESAARLA, CADA MAÑAANA. MIRAR PAL LADO Y VERLA TUMBADA EN MI CAAMA. SERÁ MI NOOCHE, SERÁ MI DÍAAAAAA. MI ESTRELA BLANCAAA

btw I finished 4 today, my abdomen hurts a little bit from sitting for a long time, lovya'll 💗💗💗

3 post in a day wow

26/04/24

© asarajaa — Please, do not copy, translate or reuse my work without my permission.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk x you #bachira meguru #bachira x reader #blue lock bachira #bllk bachira #bllk fluff #fanfiction #asarajas works (bllk) #asarajas works #PODER BESARLA #SERÁ MI DIAAAAAAA #MI ESTRELLA BLANCAAAA

[grapecinnamon]

Welcome Home headcannons (bc I'm obsessed now)❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🏳️‍🌈♾️

Julie, Sally, and Poppy have an all-girls slumber party every once-in-a-while. Sometimes they invite Wally

Wally and Barnaby have regular sleepovers too, usually in Home. They don't like to leave him out

Frank likes to infodump about butterflies to Wally. It's easy to infodump to him, since he doesn't talk much anyway

Wally can pick up weird bugs off the ground with his own hands because to him, "they're just tiny neighbors who live outside."

Wally's the one everyone goes to whenever they have a problem. Wally doesn't mind listening to them and giving them advise. But sometimes, Wally isn't having the best of days and can't listen to anyone. But he always has Barnaby to go to

Julie's most common stim is flapping her hands

Julie only owns dresses. She doesn't really own pants. She has to borrow from Sally

Sally loves romance novels. She'll usually read them when she's not directing

Wally loves talking about art. He'll mainly ramble on about shapes and perspectives, and the color theory, his most favorite to discuss.

Eddie Dear kisses Frank on the forehead to calm him down whenever he's angry. It always seems to help

Howdy is practicing juggling. you'd think it'd be easier with four arms but... not for Howdy

Barnaby is always trying to get Wally to try new foods, even some Wally doesn't think he'll like. It's not that Barnaby doesn't respect Wally's boundaries, he just wants him to at least try it

The neighbors celebrate Thanksgiving, but they call it something else (Feast Day I suppose?)

Poppy is always nervous for Feast Day because she usually makes desert. Since she's afraid of using kitchen appliances, desert making is usually a two person job, sometimes with Julie and sometimes with Sally

Wally loves Feast Day. He gets to make pumpkin pie for everyone. The problem is that Wally doesn't like stuffing (Julie's usual) cause of all the weird textures. He would still make himself eat it so he wouldn't look rude, even though he would be visibly uncomfortable eating it. Now every Feast Day, Julie makes two stuffing dishes. One for everyone else, and one for Wally, which is a bit more plain. It's currently Wally's favorite Feast Day dish.

Wally ate a flower in Frank's garden one time. It did not go well for either of them.

Julie and Frank like to gossip. Nothing too bad, they just talk about how extra bossy Sally was being or Barnaby telling another bad pun, etc.

Wally likes to put his paintings around the neighborhood, almost as if the buildings are fridges

Julie is afraid of ghosts. Frank usually has to be the one to tell her they're not real. "I bet they don't like to play games," Sally says.

Howdy has all of Wally's food preferences memorized, since Wally never really changes his opinion that much. Plus he likes his hot dogs plain

Eddie Dear and Wally bond over their love of arts and crafts. They sometimes get together and make stuff

Wally is usually the stagehand during Sally's plays. He sometimes plays a role, but he's much more comfortable pulling the curtain or moving the spotlights

Wally actually loves pulling pranks. Barnaby got him into them. Most of the time, Wally's pranks are just misplacing objects where the neighbors didn't leave them (he once hid Sally's script, and Frank's butterfly net). But sometimes he'll feel bad and tell them where their missing object is

Wally and Poppy are very good at sewing. Wally loves making sweaters for everyone when it gets cold. Poppy likes knitting scarves and sometimes crochets little messages (she has a "bless this mess" sign in her home)

Wally has a sensitive stomach and can't eat certain things. There's a correlation between autism and stomach problems, and Wally seems like the type to have them

Whenever they have meetings, they always have them in Home, so Home could also be apart of the discussions

Poppy loves having picnics. It's easier to make sandwiches because in her mind, nothing bad has ever happened to anyone who made a sandwich

Wally loves taking naps. He'll sleep for about an hour during the day everyday. if he doesn't get his nap, he gets so drowsy during the day. If he does this, you'd usually find him sleeping with his head leaning on Barnaby, giving up his long battle of not napping. He was once found facedown in Frank's garden. Frank, of course, was not pleased

that's it. for now. Ik it's a long post, but I'm just so obsessed with Welcome Home. Clown, if you see this, you're a goddamn genius

#welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home arg #welcome home project #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #julie joyful #sally starlet #howdy pillar #eddie dear #frank frankly #poppy partridge #home welcome home #welcome home headcannons #clown illustrations #hyperfixation #welcome home fandom #headcannons #im insane

[divine17]

↳ DATING CARMY | MASTERLIST • C.B.

Request: N/A

Warnings: Very brief mention of alcohol/drinking

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: These are maybe a little self-indulgent, sorry. I’m just in love with this man😭

He’s kind of messed up emotionally and has trouble letting people in, and he needs you to know that. 

He wants to work out his problems, to get his head straight and clear, but he usually just doesn’t know how. And he doesn’t like asking for help because putting all his bullshit onto another person just makes him uncomfortable. If you want to help, you basically have to force him to realize that it’s okay, you’re there for him. To silently hold him while he cries when all the emotions become too big to be bottled up, to cook for him when he hasn’t eaten a meal in three days (and maybe crack a joke about cooking for the chef, which he’ll always find funny). You just have to show him that you’re there for him, and only then will he let you in completely.

He loves the little things you do, all of them. 

You showering with him and lovingly washing his hair, or somehow getting all the stains out of his clothes, even cooking with him sometimes. He loves it. He’d hardly admit it, but he loves the security and comfort in the feeling of being taken care of. He was very lonely for a lot of his teenage years and into his early twenties, exaggerated by his move to New York. He went without that feeling for a very long time and Mikey’s death only made it worse, and the stress of running the restaurant and being back home did too. But he has you now, and you love him, it’s one of the only things he’s ever really been certain about.

Cooking for him is always nice, and goes in a way you might not expect.  

At work, he’s kind of neutral or bordering on cold most days, but at home, he’s a loving boyfriend ready to try anything you’d like him to… And he keeps the feedback to a minimum, simply enjoying your food, unless you specifically ask for it. And if/when you do, it’s not all the culinary-world language bullshit. He just says adding more garlic would make the flavor bolder, or tells you how a little more salt would enhance the dish. It’s not so blatant like it might be if he were at work, it's a much gentler form of honesty, but also not coddling or childlike. He praises and thanks you for dinner, and is just glad he finally has something other than junk food in his stomach, that you care enough to do that for him… Even though he’s a cook. Hell, especially because he’s a cook. 

Carmy loves you more than you could ever know, but he doesn’t like to feel smothered.

He’s affectionate, yes, and he does love you, but he likes to have his own space to relax. Sometimes he comes home in a bad mood from work and doesn’t want to put that on you, even though he knows you’re the only person who can fix it. It's less common with you than it was before, but the occasional off day still happens sometimes. So when he just needs to be by himself, he usually greets you with a kiss and goes to the bedroom to decompress. He'll come out in a few minutes and wrap his big arms around you, pulling you close into his chest. And he knows the smell of grease soaked into his clothes isn't very nice, so he always makes sure to change his shirt for you.

But in that same breath, he’s also kind of like a stray puppy when he’s with you.

You show him love and affection, helping with his problems and filling the gap in his life that he didn’t even know he had. In turn, he’s whatever you want him to be, and he gives you whatever you need. If you need a friend, a lover, someone to vent to or scream at, he’s there. If you’re hungry, he brings you something he made at work, special and just for you. If you’re lonely, he spends whatever bit of free time he has trying to help you feel better, even though he’s not really sure how. Whatever you need, he does his best to give it to you, to show you that he cares and values you more than he could ever manage to put into words. He likes how you encourage him to be kinder to himself, and to take care of his needs, so he does the same for you.

His lack of relationship experience does kind of scare him, but he knows the two of you can make it work.

He’s in his twenties and has never had a girlfriend. Not in his teen years when he was at home, and not in New York; Carmy was too broken and unstable to have a girlfriend when he was up north, and too busy when before he left Chicago. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t scare him, how there’s a chance he could fuck everything up because he has virtually no clue what he’s doing. But he looks to you as an example, because you’ve done so much for him, and he really tries to copy and twist your methods of helping him to fit your needs. He’s a very “lead by example” kind of person in his work life, but with you, it’s more mutual understanding, love and respect. It feels like a breath of fresh air for him.

He’s a big softie, even though he doesn’t really feel like it most days.

Don’t get me wrong, Carmy loves being the big spoon and having you between his arms, falling asleep listening to you breathe (in the least weird way possible). But he also loves the comfort of you holding him. You're so warm and so soft and you always smell so nice, he loves feeling you behind him, pulling him into your body. One of your arms is usually wrapped around his chest, the other underneath his head. He'll always put his arm up so he can hold your hand, thumb stroking the delicate skin. It's one of the very few calm, genuinely relaxing moments he has in a day. And his favorite thing is when you think he's asleep, how you'll tuck his hair behind his ear to get it out of his face, and press a kiss to his forehead before ever-so-slightly adjusting so you can fall asleep too.

His whole life, Carmy was never really sold on the nuclear family; y'know, wife and kids, white picket fence in the suburbs.

And he still thinks that’s bullshit and even a little weird, but he has actually thought about it more than he’d ever admit. What can he say? Those smoke breaks at work can get pretty boring. He’s decided that if he’s ever gonna have kids, it would be with you. He’s not dying for it or anything and it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you didn’t want any, and it definitely wouldn’t be anytime soon, but he just thinks it might be nice. Coming home to his gorgeous wife and sweet little kid every evening, cooking for the two of you, having a little dude to chill with and seeing such a perfect mix of the two of you in them. And having someone in the family that he could pass The Bear down to, too.

Speaking of being a dad, believe it or not, he’d probably rock at it. 

Having a kid would definitely make Carmy a little softer, a little less rough around the edges. It's not a dramatic change, but it is one that almost everyone around him would notice. And when they got to the toddler stage, they'd definitely notice him, very sleep deprived, gently (but also very annoyed) trying to scold someone in the kitchen... And the look on his face when he realizes he's trying to parent a fully grown adult. He'd laugh, but he'd also realize he probably needs to put Sydney in charge and take a few days off to spend at home. He’s a very loving, doting father and loves teaching the kids about food whenever they’re old enough to be in the kitchen. They’d truly be his pride and joy, his most beautiful achievement.

Date nights are a little uncommon given his work schedule, but they they happen, they’re great.

Carmy loves going out with you when he can, and doesn’t much mind where you go or what you do. Honestly, he’s down for anything, he just loves being with you, but a little extra bit of excitement isn’t unwelcome either. It could be a walk through the park, seeing a museum, an aquarium, buying books (cookbooks specifically, usually) together or, a little less commonly, even a bar crawl. Or maybe on the occasional holiday or long weekend off, a little hotel stay so the two of you can explore all Chicago has to offer. Having grown up in the city, it all seems so small to Carmy, but it’s in times like those that he remembers that it’s actually pretty giant. And that’s all fun, but his favorite kind of dates are when it’s just the two of you in the tiny kitchen in his apartment. He’s trying to teach you how to cook, but really, you’re just dancing around to the radio and making out and putting some ingredient or another on each other’s faces. And honestly, his heart is just so full, he can’t really bring himself to care about the mess the two of you are making.

#carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear #the bear fx #jeremy allen white #jeremy allen white x reader #carmy berzatto smut #carmy berzatto fanfiction #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto fanfiction

[luveline]

hii, i have a james x shy!reader request! maybe r is really insecure about crying, like she only does is when she's alone and she learned to do it silently and somehow james finds out and there's a lot of help and fluff and comfort? <3

tysm for a very nice req ♡ shy!fem!reader | 1.3k words

Your footsteps in the bedroom are suspicious. James has lived with you for a little while now and he's confident in knowing just about every sound it is that you make, from your smallest most intimate sighs to your bigger cacophonies – you in the shower, washing dishes, humming along to the radio.

There's usually a certain rhythm to you doing laundry. You separate his clothes from yours, walking between the desk chair and the bed, and then fold them. 

James knows how much laundry there was. Not enough for you to still be walking around in the bedroom. 

He doesn't move slowly to be secretive or to sneak up on you, it's only that he's more mildly puzzled by what you might be doing rather than anything more urgent.

You're probably talking to yourself, he thinks, in the way that you do, barely decipherable murmuring under your breath for a few seconds at a time. The reality isn't nearly so simple. 

Through the smallest crack in the door he can see all the clean laundry is still in an unsorted pile on the bed. He takes another step forward, an offer to help on the tip of his tongue when he hears one of your small sounds, one he hasn't heard many times before. You inhale fast and your breath catches, a gasping sound as you throw your hands out and shake them, like you can't breathe. You look like you can't breathe. You turn on your heel and pace to the other side of the room, tears shining on your face like frost in the sunlight, your cheeks a mess of dampness. 

James gets hit with a wave of panic, the kind he always feels and is always surprised by when bad things happen to you; even when it's only a small mishap, he feels quickly and unyieldingly nauseous. The only want is to comfort you and fix whatever it is that's getting you down.

He leans against the doorframe and pushes the door open, hoping the sound will let you know he's here without startling you and tipping you into panic. You flinch hard anyways, though you turn away from him rather than towards him. He doesn't take it personally, but the yawning pit of nausea widens in his stomach. 

"Sweetheart," he says reproachingly. 

Your hands fix your cheeks and you sniffle. 

He wants to make a joke. It's the first thing he thinks to do, to use humour when faced with stuff like this. Really, angel, if laundry makes you this upset you don't have to do it. 

"Tell me why you're upset," he says evenly. Direct prodding always works better with you.

"I'm fine," you say. Even for you, you're quiet. 

"Don't do that." He pulls off of the door frame but doesn't move for you yet, simply watching your shoulders rise, too-quick. 

"Sorry." The weak hiccup you make after your apology stirs his heart. 

James suppresses the urge to scrub his eyes. He takes a step forward, then another, until he could reach out and take your shoulders into his hands.

"Baby, why are you crying?" 

"It's silly. It's- I've ruined all your underwear." A tear bumps down the hill of your cheek.

His eyebrows pop up. "What?" 

Your voice is low and tenuous. "I put my red socks in with your things and all the hemming on your underwear has turned pink." 

"Baby," he says again, "I don't care. It was an accident. You're the only one who sees them anyway, what do I care if they've gone a bit pink?" 

He finally reaches for you, feeling a relief he can't describe as he wraps his hands around your shoulders. You deflate and the relief is doubled. 

"I knew you wouldn't care," you murmur. 

"Yeah?" he asks, guiding your back to his chest to push his chin over your shoulder gently. 

"Jamie, you've never once been angry with me," you whisper. 

He rubs his hands down the lengths of your arms and you cross them over your abdomen, your fingers pulling at each other. "What is there to be angry with?"

You laugh derisively and he resents it, dropping his head to rub his nose over the small silver of your shoulder exposed by the neckline of your shirt. 

"Why were you hiding from me?" 

"I wasn't. I just…" You turn your face to look at him, close enough to kiss. "It's so embarrassing."

"Everybody turns stuff pink in the wash sometimes." 

"Not that." 

He waits patiently for you to confess whatever it is, his hands having made their way down to yours, his fingers playing gently with your fingers. He rubs the pad of his thumb over your index finger, your fingerprints sliding against each other for what could be seconds or minutes, and watches as his breath ruffles your smallest baby strands, the fine little hairs on your neck dancing with each exhale.

"I didn't want you to see me crying," you mumble sheepishly.

"Okay," he says, surprised. You're a shy girl and you always have been, and after a moment the surprise wanes. It makes sense, only, "I've seen you cry before." Maybe once or twice. He feels out of his element.

You turn in his hold. James pulls his hands to a familiar perch on your waist, the softness there practically moulded to fit his hands. You bring your eyes to his and there's a bashfulness there that's impossible to miss, but also the clear evidence of trust that he's garnered over your relationship, through patience and an unwavering loyalty. 

Look at her, he thinks to himself indulgently. How could I be anything but?

"I just didn't want you to see. Over something so small. And… you know, I look weird when I cry." He winces and goes to disagree, but you're on a roll. "I don't want to be weird." 

You seem abashed by your own honesty and your eyes move down to his throat. Even when he takes your face into his hand you won't look up, your eye twitching as his thumb brushes close to your lashes. 

"It's not weird."

You don't say anything. James sighs.

"If you're upset, I need you to be upset somewhere I can see." 

"It's embarrassing. I never cry in front of anyone," you whisper. 

"I know. I know it feels like that, but I really mean it. You shouldn't be-" He chuckles, frustrated but not really with you so much as for you. "I don't want you to cry alone. That breaks my heart, my best girl crying in here all by herself. Don't do that to me." 

"Sorry," you say. You giggle wetly.

"Good to know my heartache amuses you," he murmurs, an attempt at dryness ruined by his relieved smile.

"I'm sorry," you say again, your hands ghosting over the tops of his pecs. He encircles your waist and you finally give in, your arms wrapping around his neck in a hug. 

"It's okay. You don't have anything to be sorry for." He pats your back, the weight of your head against his shoulder easing the last of his nerves entirely. "Just no more crying where I can't see you. Please."

You nestle your face into his skin, sticky damp with old tears. 

James frowns some more, feeling a terrible fondness for you. 

"Is it really all of my underwear?" he asks lightly. 

You don't freeze up, thank god, you laugh, you squeeze his neck tighter. "Most of it." Your lips brush over his skin and he can feel each word distinctly when you say, "Good thing I like pink." 

He wrestles you into the bed and splays you out wide over all the unfolded laundry, laughing at your joke and your startled panting. "Good thing I like you. Give me a kiss, sweetness." 

You give him a few. 

#james potter x you #james potter x reader blurb #james potter x reader fluff #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter #marauders era #marauders #marauder x reader #x reader #james potter imagine #james potter drabble

[sunflowerxthoughts]

Birthdays - Eddie Munson x GN! Reader

Summary: Eddie forgets his partner's birthday and he discovers things aren't as they seem.

TW: Hurt/comfort, talks about loneliness, depicted parent neglect, this might hurt you.

a/n: This was just self indulgent cause I've been feeling a bit out of place lately.

We've always been told that birthdays are meant to be a happy thing. You should be celebrated by your people. Extra loved and cherished for the day. But sometimes; it just isn't the case. When you feel lonely; birthdays are dreadful. 

It's the constant nagging thought of "let's see who remembers", no cards nor presents are expected. And when not many people do, you just stop celebrating at all. Make it a normal day, treating yourself to something you usually wouldn't in hopes it will ease the ache and emptiness in your chest. 

Eddie knew they felt like this, so he bowed not to forget and to make them feel celebrated. Somewhere along the way Y/N felt hopeful. Maybe this was the year. Maybe it would be a happy day and they'd eat birthday cake with at least their boyfriend. Maybe even their friends would show up. 

Chrissy and Y/N had been friends for years and being in different social circles, they always planned ahead so they could have a tiny celebration and this year would be no different. They had planned a sleepover the weekend following their birthday, mainly to indulge Chrissy. 

But when the day of Y/N's actual birthday came, they were reminded of the loneliness of the day all over again. Waking up to an empty house probably wasn't a good thing. Their stomach dropped when they realized Eddie wouldn't be there to pick them up that morning and they had to walk. They ate their lunch at Hellfire like they always would, not showing how truly numb they were feeling. Fooling everyone with a neutral smile. 

By the time the last bell rung and Eddie announced he was going to Hellfire and departing with a single kiss, they just knew. There were no flowers, no cake, no cards. Just despair, the heavy feeling in your chest when you have expectations and they don't actually happen. 

"Gentlemen, Erica, today's campa-" Eddie gets interrupted by a knock on the door, Chrissy's face peaking. "Chris? Everything okay?"

"Have you seen Y/N?" 

"Yeah!" He smiles at the thought of them. "They went home after class. Why?"

"Oh. Well thank you, I just wanted to drop their presents off since I haven't seen them all day."

"Aaaaww". Dustin comments from his chair. "That's a very sweet thing to do! I love you guys' friendship!"

That spurs something in Eddie. Somewhere there's a ticking feeling that he has forgotten something but can't quite put his finger on it. He can't focus on the game either. There is something missing and he knows it's about you. It only occurs to him in the middle of the day, the impact of his fists on the table making the whole thing move.

"It's their fucking birthday." 

"Holy shit." Gareth has never seen the mix of emotions swirling in Eddie in real time. Anger, sadness, disappointment. Guilt. 

"Okay, change of plans, you are all helping me fix this mess cause I can't think straight and there is someone out there with their heart broken who I care about."

"But it was your mistake…"

"Henderson, this is a life or death matter. Now put your brains to work." Eddie said, trying to figure out how to mend a situation like that. He still had a few hours, but it was more than evident that he’d forgotten. 

By the time the clock had hit nine he was at their doorstep with flowers and a grocery bag. Y/N on the other hand was already in bed when he knocked on the door, a day like this was far more important than sneaking in from the window. Eddie thought how cliché it was that even after a long day she looked beautiful as ever. 

“Teddy?” 

“Happy birthday, angel.” 

“Come on in, I thought you’d forgotten…”

“Oh and I’m here to make it up to you. I got you tulips and I’m making you dinner and I brought a cupcake and a movie. I couldn’t afford a real cake, sorry sweets.” 

“It’s technically still a cake. You didn’t have to, it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine, angel. It really isn’t. I really didn’t mean to and there’s no excuse for it. But still, it doesn’t mean you won’t be celebrated. Cause you really, really deserve to be.” 

“I don’t want you to think that I don’t appreciate this, because I do my love. But I feel so damn lonely all the time. Everyone has their thing. Chriss has cheerleading, you have Hellfire, Robin has Steve and their jobs. And I feel like I have nothing that is my thing.”

“But you’re good at many things! And you have many friends!” 

“Teddy is not that simple.” At this point they are sitting on the counter while Eddie starts cooking. “I know I’m good at those things and I know that you love me and that I have friends. It’s the fact that I feel terribly guilty feeling lonely in a sea of people because I know that you love me, but I still doubt I’m deserving of that.”

“Oh. I never knew you felt like that.” 

“Cause sometimes it’s easier to plaster a smile and act like you haven’t cried yourself to sleep, Eds. Loneliness is like a parasite and it slowly sucks the life out of you. You learn to live with it but in turn you question every small thing.”

“You do?”

“Oh absolutely. I kinda lost track of what's too much or too little when it comes to interacting with other people.”

“Sweetheart, what can I do to help?”

“What?” 

“I wanna help, really. Whatever it takes to make you feel better. I want you living, not just functioning.” 

“Teddy is not that s-”

“I know it’s not easy, but there must be something, little things I can do to help. For instance, would a little more reassurance help?” 

“I guess so…”

“See? Little things! Would it help if I slept here when your parents aren’t home and take care of you?” 

“Take care of me?”

“Yeah. Like make you tea and cuddle and we can talk deeply about what you are feeling.” 

“You’d do that for me?” 

“Don’t say it as if it was a big favor.” He stands between their legs. “I do it because I love you and you deserve it. So now we’re going to celebrate you and little by little we can try and help you feel better.”

“It won’t be fast nor easy, Eds.”

“That’s okay. You and I are forever so we can take as long as you need.”

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie my beloved #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson hurt/comfort #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fan fiction

[stonyoongi]

Delicate | (Jeon Jungkook) — TEASER

➙ PARING: Jeon Jungkook x female!reader

➙ GENRE: Yandere/Tsundere Au

➙ SUMMARY: You are a girl and girls are all sensitive and pure and delicate, while boys are all perverse by nature. Would Jungkook be an exception or even worse than most?

➙ WARNINGS: vampire!reader, naive!reader, bisexual!reader, human!jungkook, yandere themes, tsundere themes, physical punishments, threats, obsession behavior, murder, religious themes, manipulation, alcohol consumption, gore, degradation (non kink), mommy issues, pet names, eventual smut scenes (virginity loss, fingering, masturbation, unprotected sex, cum eating, oral, dacryphili, hair pulling, praising...)

English isn't my native language so please excuse me if I make any grammatical errors and feel free to let me know. Don't be rude!

➙ A/N: guys, i just made a big mistake deleting the prologue of 'delicate', when in reality i just wanted to reblog. i'm here posting again because this part is really important for the rest of the story. really sorry...

SERIES MASTERLIST MAIN MASTERLIST

Jungkook first laid eyes on you as soon as he got out of the car. It was a sunny morning, you were sitting on the grass in front of your house, concentrating on writing something in a fuzzy pink notebook. The sun was kissing your skin, he liked your frilly white dress, and the bow that held your ponytail.

He deeply regretted playing the rebellious son and not coming to any of the visits before his parents bought the house, as he missed the chance to see you before he moved in.

"Come help Jungkook," he recognizes his stepfather's voice and sighs heavily before going to carry his own bags into the house.

He just wanted to organize his new room soon, where he intended to spend most of his free time playing, watching, reading and drawing. That's all that goes through his head as he carries a cardboard box full of comic books up the stairs.

The room was about the same size as his old room, he would just need to redecorate to his liking.

He feels like he's the luckiest guy ever to look through the window and see you; lying on your stomach, your legs swinging up and down as you wrote something in that same pink notebook. The innocent movement of your legs offered him a beautiful view of your delicate panties. So that's what you do in the afternoon, give the neighbors a free show? For a moment, he feels a pang of jealousy hit him at the thought of some other guy having the privilege of contemplating such a scene, but then he tries to push those thoughts away. Then he takes his cell phone out of his pocket and opens the camera in order to capture the moment that could be very useful later.

He would masturbate looking at the image of your pretty legs and cute panties, and come so hard imagining it would be the inside of your pussy instead of his hand. He wanted so badly to know your name to call upon reaching the apex, but as it was impossible to have the information at that moment, he decided to refer to you as 'Angel', after all, you looked like one.

"Jungkook, what do you think of the room, honey?" his mother's voice interrupted the perverted thoughts surrounding you.

He quickly put his cell phone back away and took a deep breath, before nodding in response and smiling the slightest bit. He knew his mother was struggling and the last thing he wanted was to make her feel even worse for forcing him to follow her and her stepfather to this shitty little town and give up his life, because it wasn't her fault... The real culprit is the motherfucker she decided to marry and his damn job, which forced the sudden change.

He chose to pretend to still be depressed just to not help organize the new house, he had more important things to do, like organizing his own mess, replying to messages from friends he left behind, maybe checking the window again ...

Jungkook always thought that stupid custom of bringing a pie or something to the new neighbors was pretty shit. First, why on earth does anyone spend time and money preparing something to eat for strangers? And even worse, why would anyone eat anything from a total stranger who knocked on their door? Wouldn't it be easier to just say "Welcome" and then get on with your lives? People are such idiots.

However, his opinion completely changed when, after mentally cursing that no one had answered the damn door and he had to get up himself, he opened the door and there you were, smiling with a strawberry pie in your hands. He didn't bother to notice the woman beside you, as he was too busy trying to mentally photograph every detail of your pretty face.

"Who is it, honey?" his mother's voice approaches. "Oh, hello," she gives him a little push to get him out of the way and offers room for the pair to enter.

He watched from a distance as the two older women chatted excitedly, while you just smiled now and then with some comment. He discovered that, just as he imagined, despite the clothes that were a bit different from what girls usually wear, you are the same age as him. The woman who accompanied you is your mother, who is also a teacher and teaches you at home because, according to her, you have difficulty interacting with other young people.

He noticed the discomfort in your eyes when she said that.

On the one hand, Jungkook was disappointed because he expected to go to the same school as you, but he was happy to hear his mom say that you can always come over to his house to spend time so you won't be alone during the time your mom is working.

"Oh no thanks" was the first time he'd heard your voice and he loved how it sounded. "I really don't want to bother," you smiled shyly, lowering your tone.

It would be stupid to accept, you barely know them. They could be a family of psychopaths who would torture you to death, use your pretty head as decoration in the living room, he'd use your blood to paint a picture, make a pair of gloves out of your soft skin and he'd find a way to make good use of your organs. He laughed out loud at the thought, attracting the attention of the three women who stared at him in confusion.

"I'm going to my room," he says smiling sheepishly before heading towards the stairs.

"See you later, Jungkook", he heard you say in the background, but he didn't have the courage to turn around to face you, but he really liked the way you pronounced his name.

#yandere bts #yandere scenarios #bts yandere #bts scenarios #yandere jungkook #yandere series #yandere themes #dark bts #dark jungkook #dark yandere #yandere jungkook x reader #yandere jeon jungkook x female reader #yandere au #bts series #yandere jungkook smut #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #yandere smut #yandere bts smut #tsundere au #tsundere #yandere #yandere fanfiction #tsundere jungkook #yandere reader #human jungkook x vampire female reader #vampire au #supernatural #supernatural au

[bellysoupset]

PETITION FOR LEO TO CATCH THE BUG! Jonah can try and be as comforting as possible but we all know he is gonna tap out, so maybe Lucas can be the primary caretaker since he’s already had the bug and he can handle puke?

Petition accepted with flying colors!

And some angst for sprinkles, this time not mental health related for once! (this might be a part 1)

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Normally, Leo loved his job. He was one of five paralegals in a big law firm and the fact that his future was painted very clearly before him was one of the things that grounded him the most. Besides, he liked the challenges it offered and the benefits too.

Today wasn't one of those days.

His head felt stuffy ever since morning and he hadn't been able to focus on his classes, much less in his job now. Everything just felt kinda... Off.

He wanted Jonah, but the fact that his stomach was such a mess made him wonder if it was even a good idea to go back to his boyfriend's place. It just sounded like it'd be more convenient for everyone if he went back to his shitty dorms and holed up until the queasiness passed.

Yeah, he was going to do that, he decided while rubbing his temples, just as soon as he got energy to get up from this chair.

"Hey, Wagner," his colleague poked his arm, "help with these files? Where the hell do I store them?"

By the time his shift was ending, Leo's queasiness had evolved into full blown nausea and he had just spent the past fifteen minutes swallowing the extra saliva while listening to his boss, Mrs. Mitchell, rant on and on.

He really just wanted to be lying down, but luck simply wasn't on his side. In order to get back to the dorms he'd have to take the bus. If he went to Jonah's apartment he could probably catch a taxi, since it was close enough (or walk if he had been feeling better, like any other day), but to the dorms? A taxi there would cost... A lot.

Leo found himself right outside of the building, leaning against a street lamp while he attempted to get his scrambled thoughts in order. It was a difficult task, he knew how awful he was feeling was clouding his judgement.

Finally, when another wave of nausea threatened to send up his lunch, he fished out his phone and hit 1 on the speed dial, holding it to his ear, eyes shut and gulping down as he waited for the nausea to back down.

"Hel-"

"Can you come pick me up? I don't feel well," Leo blurted out and he expected Jonah's usual quick and dry response, but it wasn't what he got.

"Leo?" Lucas' voice rung through the line, "what do you mean you're not feeling well? Where are you?"

Shit.

"Uh, sorry Luke, I meant to call Jon-"

"Where are you?" Luke completely ignored him and Leo could tell from the rustling around in the background that he was already moving. He sighed, at least it was better than nothing.

"Work..."

"Court or-"

"No, actual-" another wave of sticky nausea washed over him and he couldn't help but gag. He spat on the curb, breathing deeply through his nose, "the actual firm's building."

"You're throwing up?" Luke sounded extremely concerned, "look, just- Just hang in there, my place isn't far. Stay put."

"No, Luke, you don't-"

Lucas hung up on him and Leo didn't have it in him to call back and try and convince him not to come. Lucas was as good a caretaker now as any and he'd get him to the dorms no issue, lying down with a bowl preferably. Quickly.

True to his words it didn't take Luke a long time to pull up. Even so, Leo was drenched in sweat by the time he did. He had long removed his tie and moved as far away from the entrance of the building as he could. Last thing he wanted was to get fired because of decorum.

"Geez, Leo, you look awful..." Lucas said worriedly, as soon as he jumped out of the car. Leo, still bracing against the street lamp, opened a sarcastic smile.

"Thank you."

"C'mon, let's get you out of here, we can talk in the car-"

"I'm gonna be sick," Leo shook his head, eyeing the car suspiciously. He knew carsickness would kick in the minute they drove off.

"Right now?"

"No," he pressed a hand to his mouth, gagging unproductively again, "but soon."

"It's fine, I brought you a bag," Lucas beamed, then didn't wait for Leo's answer and wrapped an arm around his waist, all but dragging the blonde to the car.

Leo felt drunk. He collapsed on the passenger seat, panting, "I don't- I don't feel well, Luke."

"I'm sorry," Lucas sighed, reaching in and stripping him of the tux jacket, "you'll be in bed in a second, promise- Do you want- Do you want to go to the hospital...?"

"Over a stomach bug?" Leo glared at him, tiredly, and Lucas let out a sigh of relief, back on his caretaker mode.

"Okay, uhm- Here," he opened the big, thick plastic bag and Leo couldn't help but let out a snort.

"Is this a trash bag?" He mumbled tiredly, causing Lucas to shrug as he started to drive out.

"It was the quickest thing at hand, I brought the entire roll," he squeezed Leo's shoulder as he glanced over his own to reverse the car, "try to aim."

"Ok," Leo sighed, too tired to come up with a better response. It felt like his arms were made of concrete, so instead he just opened the bag as wide as he could and let it plop back on his lap, hanging awkwardly over it. He really couldn't stop drooling, it was beyond embarrassing.

His stomach gurgled unhappily, pressing against the social pants and Leo pressed his hand to it, bringing up a soft, airy belch that brought no relief.

"Have you been sick already?" Lucas' free hand came to rest on his shoulder, keeping him steady. Leo shook his head no.

"Don't wanna-"

"Shhh, just let it up. You'll feel better, trust me," he squeezed his shoulder in a reassuring manner and Leo groaned loudly, pressing his forehead to the dashboard as a cramp hit him.

"Fuck, it hurts-" he groaned, then gagged immediately as Lucas took a turn and the inertia sent his head swimming. He grabbed the bag hurriedly, barely having time before lunch was spilling forth, not in a powerful gush, but slowly and painfully.

Vaguely he was aware that Lucas was trying to comfort him, but his stomach was truly churning and it didn't matter how hard Leo tried to breathe, all he could do was continue to cough up the half digested mess.

The car came to a stop and then Lucas' hand was rubbing his back up and down, applying enough pressure to dislodge a burp and with it another watery stream of vomit. Leo panted, still hunched forward, the smell making him even sicker, "fuck... I still- I don't feel better."

"Yeah," Lucas winced sympathetically, "that the flu. C'mon, let's get you inside."

"Inside?" Leo finally raised his head and realized Lucas hadn't driven him to the dorms - it had been too quick a drive for that - but instead to his own building, "Luke, what the fuck, I can't-"

The driver's door slammed on his face, Lucas not paying him any mind.

He opened the passenger side, reaching for the bag first, "let me take care of that-"

"I'm not done," Leo groaned, still holding it tightly, "and I don't- Luke, I can't stay in your place-"

"There's zero fucking chance I'm letting you go back to those horrible dorms, so don't even try arguing," Lucas glared at him steadily and it reminded Leo of Jonah. Same self righteous anger, all arrogant, "besides, I already had the bug and I don't get sympathy sick. Win win situation."

"Doesn't sound like a win on your part," Leo groaned, allowing Luke to help him out of the car, "fine, I'm-" he wrapped an arm around his stomach as it gurgled fiercely, "I'm too sick to pretend to care."

"That's the spirit," Lucas said cheekily, reaching in the backseat of the car to grab the roll of trash bags, which he had actually brought. Leo let out a huff, smiling at his friends antics.

"You're very weird, Luke," he sighed, getting in the elevator and pressing his forehead to the other man's shoulder, "comfy though."

"You're burning up."

"Uhm..." Leo dug his fingers into his belly, cradling it not so tenderly as much as trying to stop the offending organ from crawling up his throat. He felt far from empty, as if he was filled with hot swirly soup, "fuck..."

"Almost there," Lucas mumbled, hitting the button to his floor once more, as if that would, somehow, make the elevator go faster.

"What about- What about," Leo winced against the bright lights, hiding his face further against Lucas' green sweater, "what about Bella?"

"What about Bella?" Lucas shrugged and Leo whined when the movement jostled him too.

"Won't she get the bug?" Leo vaguely noticed he had started to shake. He was freezing.

"She's not here anymore," Lucas answered, planting a hand on his back to guide him inside the apartment as the elevator came to a stop with a soft Ding!

"Uhm-" Leo immediately went for the couch and collapsed down, undoing his pants, "whatever do you mean Bella isn't here anymore? You sound like she died," he tried to joke, but felt too shitty to properly deliver the line. Jonah would've chuckled, Leo thought sourly as Lucas simply stared at him.

"We broke up," he cleared up, "two weeks ago."

Leo was so shocked that for a second even his belly was stunned into shutting up. He stared at Lucas, "you- Two weeks ago!? Does- Did- Are you okay? Why didn't you tell us? What- Does Vin know?"

"Vince and I are not dating, you know?" Lucas rolled his eyes, "he doesn't have to know about me breaking up."

Leo frowned, then the shock wore off enough to give space for nausea and he pressed his fist to his mouth, "Ugh- fuck-" he grabbed on the couch to force himself up, hoping he could stumble to the bathroom on time.

He barely made it, his knees aching as he collapsed before the guest toilet, just in time to cough up another chunky stream of vomit, this one burning his throat and nose, causing him to start crying.

"Hey..." Lucas' cooed, crouching down behind him, "dude, take a deep breath, you're choking-"

"I-" he coughed again, squeezing the toilet and hissing as another cramp hit him, "fuck it hurts, Luke..."

"I know, I'm sorry..." Luke rubbed his back, "just get it up and I'll get you a hot water bottle."

His stomach turned at the mere idea of having something pressing on it and Leo let out a moan, reaching blindly to flush, mouth hanging open as he couldn't seem to close it.

He heaved again, but nothing came up. Still Leo felt far from empty, even if he didn't recall eating all that much during lunch. He had already been queasy, he had only nibbled on some of his order... The thought of food made his belly squeeze again and Leo groaned as even more hot liquid rushed up his throat.

"Shit-" he heard as Lucas moved his hand to cup Leo's forehead, keeping his head steady, "you're good, get it up."

He really didn't need the added incentive. Leo leaned his weight heavily against the hand pressed to his forehead, retching again and then once more, so forceful he felt the pressure change in his inner ear.

By the time he was done the whole world felt fuzzy, his ears were ringing and Leo was thankful Luke was still holding him, because otherwise he'd have collapsed.

He panted and let out a groan as a wad of wet toilet paper came toward his face, Lucas wiping it all clean without looking even the least bit bothered.

"Done?"

"Yeah..." he breathed out, closing his eyes and leaning against the cold wall behind him, "still- not empty."

"I frankly doubt that," Lucas scoffed, then finally let go of him, settling Leo against the wall, "hang in there, I'll just get the room settled."

"The room...?" Leo blinked, confused and more than a little spent. Lucas didn't answer him, so he let his head hit the wall behind him softly once more, trying to muster up the strength to move.

He heard, faintly, as Lucas moved around, and then he was back, now no longer wearing shoes and changed into a pair of sweats. Leo looked up at him expectantly.

"I need to call Jon..." he mumbled, as Lucas helped him up from the ground easily, "let him know I wasn't kidnapped."

"You kinda were," Lucas grinned, helping him stumble towards the guest room. Leo eyed the fresh pair of sweats sitting on top of the bed, the blankets already pulled back, bucket on the floor and he felt tears brim up.

What the fuck? He sometimes couldn't believe these were his friends, his life. It was lightyears away from the kid who thought everything had been over when he was 17.

"Leo?"

"Sorry..." he mumbled, sniffling, "I just-"

"Is it hurting that bad?" Lucas said, helping him sit down, "I'm sorry, I know it hurts, I got you the water bottle-"

"It's not that," Leo blinked quickly, getting his emotions in check, swallowing the tears before they fell, "I'm fine."

"If its not the pain-"

"Luke," he glared at the man before him, "I'm fine. Help me out of these clothes, they're disgusting."

"Honestly," Lucas agreed with a whistle, helping him peel off the shirt. Leo glared as his normally flat belly immediately poked out over his pants, bloated and gurgly, clearly stretched.

"Oh that's gross," he groaned, wrapping an arm around it and pushing the pants down, while Lucas unfolded the hoodie.

"Just a little," he smiled, helping him inside the new clothes. By the time Leo was allowed to fall back against the pillows, he had started to sweat all over again, stomach sloshing uncomfortably.

Lucas sat on the edge of his bed, grabbing the silicon hot water bottle and placing it on the front large pocket of his hoodie, right over his stomach. Leo let out a sigh of relief, then curled up around it.

"So..." he hiccuped, actually looking at Lucas in quite a while if he was honest. His friend looked different. A little paler, more withdrawn, "you and Bella broke up? What the hell, Luke?"

"It was a while ago," Lucas said strongly, pulling the blankets around him and going through the first aid until he found the thermometer, "I'm fine."

"Two weeks ago is not a while ago," Leo scoffed, allowing him to place the thermometer in his mouth, even if the intrusion caused him to gag, "what-'ppend?"

"We had a fight, she left," He shrugged, jaw tense. Leo frowned.

"Luke... You don't have to pretend to be fine, it's just me-"

"I am fine," Lucas scoffed, retrieving the thermometer, "The fever is not good, but not that bad. Get some rest, I'll try giving you meds in a little."

"Not gonna stay down," Leo sighed, realizing it was a lost fight to try and get Lucas to talk about his feelings. He let his eyes slip closed, exhaustion overtaking the concern he felt.

Next he opened them, Lucas wasn't in the room anymore and it was dark outside. The door was only half open and Leo could hear perfectly as his friend paced around, talking.

His stomach gurgled viciously and Leo groaned, rolling onto his side, trying to get some of the warmth from his hot water bottle, but it had long gone cold.

"-an idiot, you can't see vomit. He's fine, I know how to take care of people, I'm not ten," Lucas argued outside the door and Leo would've smiled as he understood Jonah was the one on the phone, but instead he had more pressing matters at hand.

Such as his stomach's contents sliding up his throat, burning hot. He reached in blindly, grabbing the bucket with one trembling hand and then heaved.

The half lying down position, bent over the side of the bed, was enough added pressure that he didn't even have to put any effort at bringing up the rest of whatever was inside of him. Burning water it felt like.

There was movement and then the hallway light half lit up the room, Lucas holding him by the shoulders to stop Leo from falling down the bed and straight into the sick bucket.

His belly wasn't happy, he knew he was empty, but it didn't stop contracting and causing him to burp sickly, "fuuck- It's in my nose-"

"Here," Lucas handed him a wad of tissue, from the roll sitting on top of the bedside table that Leo hadn't even registered was there all along, with water and meds too.

He blew his nose, throwing the tissue inside the bucket and then curled up more, hugging his knees to his chest and muffling a burp against the pillow, "why does it feel like my stomach is on fire?" Leo groaned, swallowing convulsively as the movement seemed to send even more hot liquid to his throat.

"It's the acid," Lucas sighed, taking the hot water bottle from him, despite Leo trying to cling to it, "Jonah wants to come here."

"So we can harmonize when puking? How romantic," Leo scoffed, "tell him I'm fine..." he closed his eyes, taking deep measured breaths, "this nausea won't stop."

"It kicked my ass too," Lucas said sympathetically, resting a hand over Leo's stomach, over the hoodie. Not quite rubbing, just a reassuring presence. Leo nodded, burping against his hand again.

"How long until it stops?"

"It took me three days," his friend squeezed his arm in a calm manner, "but Jonah's was way shorter, right?"

"Right," Leo agreed, feeling faint. He couldn't do three days of this, he already felt like death, "...Can we cuddle?" his cheeks burned just as he said it and he expected at least some teasing, but it seemed Luke was feeling just as wretched as Leo, only in a different way.

Without a word he climbed on the queen bed, curling up behind him and scoffing, "I think your fever is higher."

"Feels like it," Leo agreed, unhelpfully, "I might puke on you, I really don't feel well."

Luke shrugged, squeezing him just a little tighter, probably craving the comfort more than Leo, "whatever."

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #stomach flu #leo wagner

[maochira]

Give us the Zantetsu content pls i love himmmm

He's my blorbo my pookie my Mausihasischnurzelpups my queerplatonic boyfriend I love him so much

Requests open! - masterlist

Zantetsu and the five love languages

Tags: gn!reader x Zantetsu Tsurugi, fluff, established relationship, I didn't put the love languages into an order tbh

Acts of service

He doesn't do it intentionally, but as if it's an instinct, Zantetsu just starts helping you with things or even wants to do some of your tasks complete on his own. To him, it feels normal and like the natural thing to do when he finds out you have a few things to do.

Words of affirmation

He tries. He REALLY tries. But he always messes something up when he tries to give you longer compliments or when he attempts to explain a thing he loves about you so much. It always ends up with Zantetsu being a flustered embarrassed mess because he got a word wrong that changed the entire meaning of the sentence. He does say "I love you" a lot, though. Even if you're not with him you can expect at least three texts an hour of Zantetsu reminding you how much he loves you.

Also, words of affirmation coming from you are very important to him. He never says anything about it, but simple things like letting him know you don't mind him being an idiot and that you don't judge him for being so stupid always makes him feel more confident in the relationship. It's something he was very insecure about in the beginning of the relationship, so especially back then he needed your reassurance a lot.

Physical affection

Zantetsu is very big on physical affection. He wants to hold your hand all the time and he snuggles up to you as close as he possibly can whenever you cuddle together. He absolutely loves to fall asleep in your arms and somehow, he doesn't move a single bit in his sleep and will still have his face against your chest in the next morning.

Gift giving and receiving

Zantetsu isn't that big on gift giving, to be honest. Sure, every now and then he sees something that reminds him of you or that he thinks you'd like so he buys it for you. But he rarely thinks about wanting to give you a present unless something special like an anniversary, a holiday or your birthday is coming up.

When it comes to receiving gifts from you, Zantetsu adores every present you give to him, no matter how small or simple it might be. He holds everything very dear to his heart and makes sure nothing ever gets damaged!

Quality time

Definitely his main love language. Zantetsu loves being around you, and even if you're not doing anything bit and instead just doing little things together like cooking or going on a walk, he has butterflies in his stomach the entire time. Simply your presence makes him feel so incredibly loved - there's not a single person he'd rather spend time with.

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[aikoiya]

SV - Miguel O'Hara x Variant Wife Spiderwoman

A Spiderwoman Reader who was the Miguel variant's wife & mother to Gabriella. It took a long, long time & an exorbitant amount of groveling & swearing that he'll never let it happen ever again for her to forgive Miguel for the destruction of her world & the death of her daughter.

It's since been several years & they'd only just gotten back together & she'd moved in with him. Which means that their relationship is still fragile. Miguel has to live with the fact that it was his fault that her daughter, family, & entire world was gone.

S/O now despises lying when it comes to family, even in the case of surprises. Just say that you can't say or it'd ruin the surprise! She'd never really liked it before, but now she has very strict rules about it.

Believes that if Miguel hadn't lied about who he was & what happened to her husband, then maybe they could've caught onto what was happening before everything collapsed.

The stress of losing not just her daughter & real husband, but her entire family & world, plus her newfound deep dislike for lies, caused her Spider Sense to mutate to include a built-in lie detector, so now no one can lie to her. She's head of interrogation & has begun to study criminal psychology & Hellstromism. A.k.a. contact mind-reading or essentially reading a person's mind via their facial ticks & body language. Every small, unconscious movement has a reason & a meaning & Hellstromism helps her to understand what each minute twitch means. It's a bit of a magician's trick, but is extremely useful. If you've ever seen Now You See Me, its sequel, or any Ace Attorney game with Apollo Justice as a character, then you've likely got a good idea of the basic idea behind it. Though, these examples are a bit sensationalized.

Anyway, Miguel is determined to have her back. But then ATSV takes place…

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When Miguel finally returned, it was to luggage. Confused dread settled like a stone into his stomach.

Y/N walked in with more suitcases.

"Corazon, what?"

Despite never even looking at him, the anger, disappointment, & sorrow was plain on her face. "Migue... Miguel... When I joined this society, I gave you a list of things I would not stand for…"

In an instant, ice filled his veins, knowing where she was going. "Mi vida, por favor. I-!"

She spun on him, angry tears in her eyes & began to yell at him. "At the top of that list was effing child endangerment! You nearly killed that boy! And it wasn't even his fault! All he did was react! All he ever did was the best he could to help people & save lives like any good Spider would & you treated him like a disease that needed to be eliminated! You blame him for what's happening, but you should be blaming his universe's Fisk & Doc Ock because the device was their creation! Their brainchild! Being in the wrong place at the wrong time was not his fault & you shouldn't take it out on him just because his universe was the one that might've been what started this mess that took my baby from me! He didn't ask for any of this Miguel!"

Miguel could only gape for a moment, greatly resembling a fish before his brain finally caught up with him.

"But the canon-"

"ENOUGH WITH THE CANON!! I think we have how the multiverse works all wrong! Think about it Miguel! When these glitches happen, they appear as literal glitches as if inside a computer. That isn't natural, it's synthetic! Shit only glitches in computers! So, either life is literally a simulation or something more is going on beyond simple canon divergence! And I've never bought into that existentialist bs! If that was all that was happening, then how is it that Peter B. & his Mary Jane are back together with a daughter when that was never supposed to happen?? Why has their universe not collapsed, but mine did?!"

Miguel's mouth opened to try & refute her words, but couldn't because she was right.

"I… I don't know…"

Y/N gives a heavy, tired, bonewary sigh. "I think that someone or something is doing this, Miguel. Like actively. I mean, the reactor in the kid's universe may have weakened the fabric of the multiverse, but I also think that something is out there taking advantage of that weakness, which results in these tears widening. Because simply diverging from "canon" shouldn't be enough to cause an entire universe to just... blip out of existence! That's how the multiverse exists to begin with! It should just create a new timeline like it always has! And if that's true, then we've been taking care of the symptoms when what we need to do is fix the source of the problems… And you can't tell me that you honestly think that you & Morales' friends are the first ones to have ever discovered multiversal travel when the entire point of the multiverse is infinite possibilities. There's also the fact that all the anomalies seem to only take place on Earths & always near a Spiderperson despite there being proof of aliens in damn near every universe! Why are there no alien Spidermen!? No universes without an Earth?! This suggests that whoever or whatever is doing this is somehow related to the Spiders or someone or something associated with them in some way. Possibly even targeting us specifically."

As the man absorbed this hypothesis, Y/N began to pick up her luggage & walk towards the door.

Miguel jerks towards her in dismay. "W-wait! Where are you going?!"

She gave him the most tired look he'd seen on her since she'd finally realized that her entire family was all gone & it hurt to realize that he'd been the direct cause of that weariness yet again…

"Listen... I understand why you did it. You just wanted to protect the multiverse. Never wanted what happened to Gabriella to happen again, but... that doesn't mean that how you went about it was right, Miguel. I'll help you to fix whatever is doing this, but I can't stay with you anymore, Miguel… I just… can't trust you…"

He already missed her calling him Migue.

One thing's for sure, he'll have to prove himself if he ever wants another chance.

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I do eventually want things to work out between them & for them to eventually have a kid together (possibly a bunch), but I also want it to be a very, very long process.

One that doesn't just involve groveling & begging forgiveness as words are no longer enough for her. She needs actions.

In order for them to even begin to repair their relationship, Miguel would have to apologize to Miles for his actions & genuinely mean it as Spiderwife would know if he wasn't.

Which, I see Miguel having a lot of pride, so unless he was legit about it, he'd find it difficult to apologize to the kid to begin with.

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I see Spiderwife as the sort to mom the heck outta the younger members of the Spider Society. Who, in turn, have given her the nickname Spidermom. Which she loves.

Maybe Variant Miguel's death was actually supposed to be her canon?

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#atsv #miguel o'hara #spiderwoman reader #miguel o'hara x spiderwoman!reader #wife reader #angst

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Ghosts aren’t Real (Part 1/?)

Hey, this is my first Storytime Big Bang (@tss-storytime) submission! It was very fun, even thought here were a couple of road blocks (Mostly my fault. 😅) I was partnered with @pizza-box-raccoon, who has some amazing art! (Some of the best IMO.) Their art is here, go check it out! There's nothing too serious in this chapter (or in the next one (I think)) but look at the tags and keep them in mind just in case ❤️

Summary: After a ‘Ghost’ knocks over something in his kitchen while he was coming up with video ideas with friends, Quill and Davi come up with the idea to go ghost hunting in his house. Virgil is scared that they’ll somehow get detected, but Logan is less convinced. Because Ghosts aren’t real… Right?

Rating: PG?

Word Count: 2135 (A short read :))

Ships: None, everything is purely platonic

CW: Mentions of death, Negative thinking, Remus being Remus, if I miss anything let me know 👍

(Fanfic under cut)

(Thomas's P.O.V)

"- So yeah, that could be a fun video idea," Davi finishes up his statement, taking a bite of Chinese food.

Quil chimes in, "Yeah, I could see that, but we don't have a pool."

"There are public pools."

We were talking on the couch about video ideas and things the others wanted to do, trying to come up with ideas while also talking a bit about how we were doing. Patton was watching over us in the kitchen fondly, smiling at every idea and laughing at every joke, even if they weren't particularly good. Patton adjusts himself, accidentally knocking a spoon onto the floor, causing Quil and Davi to look in his direction.

"Thomas, your ghosts are hungry," Davi jokes.

My sides come around and check on me often. It's not surprising at this point and there is nothing I can really do about it anyway. However, they can be clumsy at times as well, accidentally knocking things over and bumping into furniture or walls. No problem, they usually pick whatever they knocked over up and go on their way. The problem is when people are over and they do it. At first, it freaked out my friends and made me self-conscious about it. But over time it became a light-hearted joke, so now whenever something gets knocked over or there's an 'unexplainable thump,' they say it's 'my ghosts' messing around.

"Well, they'll have to stay hungry," I smile, "I have no idea how to feed them."

"That rude, Thomas," Quil joins in, "You should always feed your guests."

I glance at Patton for a split second, "More like unruly roommates. They're lucky, they don't even pay rent."

"Technically we do, but-" Patton goes on to say before being cut off by Quil.

"Damn, must be a hard afterlife. Knock over a random guy's stuff and he doesn't even make you food."

"Would you?”

"... Depends."

Davi asks, "Hey, Thomas? Random question, but were you scared when you first moved into this house?"

I glance at Patton for help, but he just shrugs wildly at me. "Umm... No, not really. I mean, I guess it was scary at first, but after a while, you just tune out the noise."

"Yeah, that makes sense. Do you think it's actually a ghost or a demon or what?"

Oh boy, if only you knew. "Well... No, I don't think it's a ghost or a demon. I'm sure there's a solid, logical reason that all of this is happening but we just aren't seeing it. But the way I think of it is... If it was going to hurt me or wanted to hurt me, it would've done so by now, you know?"

Davi nods, "Yeah, I get it." I play off a breath of relief as just a sigh. I was making stuff up. I know for a fact it isn't a ghost, it's me. And it's not an it! It's a he! Sometimes a 'they,' but in, like, a plural way.

"Hey, I have an idea!" Quil smiles excitedly. "Let's do a ghost-hunting video!"

I feel my heart drop to my stomach as I realize what that implies. "... A ghost-hunting video?"

"Yeah! I have some equipment I could bring over, try some stuff I saw on TikTok a while ago, it could be fun! I mean, we most likely won't catch anything, but it could still make a cool video if we crack jokes and just have fun with it, you know?"

I nod along, feeling like roots and vines wrapped around my chest and squeezed tightly. "Yeah, totally!"

"Oh my god, I love watching those ghost-hunting videos!" Davi excitedly grabs Quil's arm, "Have you seen the ones that Ryan and Shane do?"

"Are you talking about their newer ones or their older ones?"

Davi and Quil continue talking about Ghostfiles and Buzzfeed unsolved while I give Patton a concerned glance. He holds onto his cardigan nervously, refusing to make eye contact with me. Finally, he sinks down guiltily. I feel bad for Patton. He didn't mean to, it was an accident. But now I may have to face a reality I don't want to face, that being 'confronting the idea that my sides are more than my sides.'

"So when do you wanna do it?" Quil turns to me and asks, catching me off guard.

Oh god, how do I answer this? Is there a good answer to this? "Umm, I don't know-"

"The soonest I'm free is a week from now," Davi chimes in, "Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, I should be free then," Quil turns towards me, "Thomas?"

"... Yeah, that works great!" I force a smile, trying my hardest to not let them suspect anything.

"Sweet! Hey, I gotta go, but I'll text you guys about it. It will be fun!"

"Great!" Davi grabs his bag, "I'd stay longer, but Quil's my ride. I'll see you soon, alright?"

"Yeah, of course!" I walk Quil and Davi out the door, waving them off. I take deep breaths as I close the door as sit back down on my couch in defeat. After a couple of minutes of agonizing silence, Virgil pops up by the stairs. Great.

I sigh, forcing a smile, "Hey, Virgil."

"Cut it," Virgil ordered, not buying my happy exterior. I immediately drop my smile after I hear him speak. "You were hanging out with Quil and Davi and now you're anxious... Why?"

Without another word, I summon Patton. As soon as he appeared, he began rambling. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! My hand just brushed against it and it fell and I didn't know it was there! I shouldn't have even been here, I should've ducked out when I could, I-"

"Patton!" Virgil shouts over him. Patton stops, waiting for Virgil to speak. "... Tell me what happened."

Patton takes a shakey inhale before speaking, "So, I... I knocked a spoon on the floor... in front of Quil and Davi-"

"Is that it?"

"No, that's... That's not the bad part. The bad part is... Now Davi and Quil want to ghost hunt here because of me."

"What?!" Virgil shouts, along with Roman and Logan who just arrived. While Roman and Virgil sounded genuinely concerned and panicked, Logan just sounded confused.

"I'm sorry!" Patton covered his face, part in embarrassment.

"Hold on," Logan interrupted, "Why are we panicking? Why is Quil and Davi 'ghost hunting' a bad thing?"

"Because what if they detect us?" Virgil speaks up.

Logan sighs, "They won't. We aren't ghosts, we are a part of Thomas. Also, ghosts aren't real."

Roman buts in, "Yes, I get that, but... Don't you at least find it a little strange that we can touch and throw things even though we are nothing more than Thomas's thoughts and feelings?"

Virgil leans in closer, "Interact with our surroundings... Like ghosts?"

Logan holds the bridge of his nose, "Gosh, both of you are being ridiculous. Yes, it is a little... Odd that we can touch things that exist. But for us to be ghosts, we'd have to be real or human, in some sense. And as far as I'm concerned, we don't even exist outside of Thomas."

At this time, Remus and Janus have both appeared in the kitchen, listening in on our conversations. Virgil pipes up once more, "You say that, but obviously, we have to exist somewhat. We can literally interact with our environment! Meaning we are as real as the things we knock over. Also meaning, we could be ghosts."

"... Virgil, we would have to have died to be ghosts, meaning we existed before Thomas. And that just doesn't seem likely, considering we are Thomas."

"But how do we know that?!"

"Because we are Thomas! Literally! If it looks like Thomas and sounds like Thomas, it's probably Thomas."

"No, I mean how do we know that we didn't exist before Thomas?!"

"We didn't exist before Thomas, there's... There's no way we could've... Ghosts are dead, Virgil. For us to have died, we would have to have lived. And the only one here that has ever lived is Thomas."

"Maybe we did live and we don't remember it! Isn't that the cliche? That the ghost has to remember how they died to pass on? If that's the case, then it makes sense why we don't remember dying or living."

"God, Virgil, you are infuriating right now." Logan turns towards everyone else in a slow turn, looking for support, "I'm not the crazy one here, right? I'm being reasonable? Patton, Janus, anyone?!"

Janus tilts their head slightly, lost in thought, before speaking. "You know... I would try and lie about this, but I... I actually don't know the answer."

"What?" Logan says exasperatedly.

"I mean... I could give an answer, but I wouldn't be lying... I'd just be wrong, maybe."

Logan whips around towards Virgil again, "Okay, then how do you explain all of us looking like Thomas if we are separated beings from Thomas?"

"I don't know, maybe that's the only way Thomas can see us."

"So... What, you think Thomas is a medium? And what about what we represent? We know what we represent, that has to have some meaning for you, right?"

"Guys, let's calm down and take a breath, alright?" Patton tries to de-escalate, moving his hands as he speaks. "I mean, will know the answer when it happens, right?"

"Yes, but-" Logan interrupts himself. He takes a deep breath, before facing Virgil once more, "... But I want to try and ease everyone's mind before then."

Virgil sighs, "I know, I just... I'm scared to be... 'Found out', you know? I mean, as much as we pretend that all of this is normal, we all know it isn't. We know Joan or Kenny or Davi and Quil don't have their own 'sides' that they talk to daily. And I don't know how much longer we can lie to them about this."

"Virgil-"

"And what if they react badly? What if they think all of this is weird or strange, too weird for them to stick around? Or what if they think Thomas is haunted by ghosts and they freak out and run off? And what if they tell Thomas's other friends and they do the same? What then?"

The entire room has gone silent. This wasn't a new train of thought for me, being scared that my friends were going to leave, but hearing it out loud in this context made my stomach flip. Finding out about the sides really would freak them out too much, wouldn't it?

Logan places his hands on Virgil's shoulders softly, with a neutral but sympathetic look. "Everything will be fine. I promise... They may think it's weird, but it should take more than this to drive them away. "

"... And if it does drive them away?"

"Then they weren't real friends anyway. Plus," Logan removes his hands and dusts himself off, "I don't see why they should be scared. We're the ones who live with it."

"Yeah!" Roman cheers, "If they don't like it, they can suck it! We deal with us every day, and that just makes us stronger than them."

"And it's not like they have anything to fear," Patton adds on, sitting on the arm of the couch, "We aren't violent or evil or anything."

"Speak for yourself," Remus cracks his neck, the pops sending shivers down my spine.

Patton winces, "Well... Well, we've never hurt anyone."

"On purpose."

"Or severely."

"Or physically," Logan explains, "We can't touch them. We can touch things, Like spoons or counters, but not people. So even if Remus wanted to put his hands on them, he couldn't."

"If I could physically hurt people, I would've done so already. That's why you gotta... put them to sleep for me, Sanders-man."

I shoot Remus a look, "Okay, that first sentence did freak me out a bit, but... Sanders-man?"

"Like sandman. Not my best work, I admit. I'll workshop it."

Janus clears his throat to get everyone's attention, "So we're lying about this, right? If they suspect anything just deny?"

Virgil takes a harsh breath in, taking a seat on the stairs, "... As much as I hate you and that idea... It's the only one that can keep Thomas safe."

"Aw, Virgil doesn't want to admit I'm useful~"

Logan takes control of the conversation once more. "Reminder: this is all dependant on if their ghost equipment even detects us. And there's a very good chance it doesn't.

Maybe... Maybe attempting to rationalize with fear was the wrong move. Because, and don't take this the wrong way Virgil, but fear can be... A bit irrational. Why don't we try and find different ways to cope until then? Any ideas?"

To be continued…

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Our Little Family [Miles Wood] Chapter 14- It's Almost Christmas Time

Authors Note from 👢 anon: Hey, guys. Have another little family on this fine Saturday, after miles came back flying from the flu. I hope you guys enjoy it. I couldn't remember, but then I did. We have smut and some little angst.

It's almost Christmas time.

There isn't anything better than laying in bed after a long day with Lily, you guys did so many things today. She crawled and played all over the place, so you’re very tired right now. You still don’t know how you survived today. You're very much in need of a hot, long shower. Thankfully, after today you’re going to have Miles for the next three days, and that’s awesome.

The Avs game is in the background while you cuddle your baby. Not paying attention to the game at all, until you hear “they’re going, we have a fight !!” You lift your eyes, just in time to see Miles dropping his cloves. He had a big hit at the start of the period, and now he’s answering the bell.

It's still hot when he fights, but with Lily here, your feelings are a little different than they were before. It looks like he didn’t have any big bruises. So that’s a win. Before the game ends, you put Lily to bed, take a shower, and clean the mess from today.

By the time Miles gets home, you have an ice pack ready for him. You greet him with a kiss.

“There is an ice pack ready for you.” You tell him before kissing his cheek and moving to go to bed. Miles holds your hand, stopping you.

“Are you mad ?” He mumbles to you.

“Nope, I just know you like to be alone after a bad game or a fight to cool down. Just want to give you space.” You explain to him squeezing his hand, Miles nods. But he’s not a fan of this, even if he’s the one who asked this.

“Ahh, Lily is waiting for her daddy cuddles..” You tell him. “ And i’m going to wait for you in bad.” You smile, turning to peck his lips one more time.

This time, Miles let you go. He grabs the ice pack as you move upstairs to bed and catch up with your book. Miles takes his time, icing his face and knuckles. Then he goes for his baby cuddles. He needs that too. Having a family it’s different from everything he went through in his career. Moments like this right now and what happened in the kitchen with you, make Miles regret the way he reacted to the pregnancy, how he let his family say things about you and not defending you right away, the way he treated you for almost a year. The only thing you asked of him was his love, and yet it took him months to do that.

It’s not going to change what happened, but it’s going to help him to be better for his girls. He has the most gorgeous woman inside and outside, wanting to be with him. Just him, Miles.

Miles spends at least 20 minutes contemplating while he cuddles Lily, but now it’s time for his main girl. He’s a little surprise seeing that you’re still up, knowing your daughter- it was a long day.

He just stands there looking at you. When you realize, you smile, putting your book aside. Without really saying the words about what you both need right now, you motion for Miles to strip from his suit. As he strips, you pull the blanket aside, opening your legs to give him some space. Miles settles between your legs. You cover both of you again. He has his head on your stomach, one of his hands starts to draw little circles on your hip, your hand moves to his hair, softly scratching his scalp or just running your fingers through. This comfortable silence is exactly what you need. You look down, Miles has his eyes closed, you think that he’s just enjoying the moment.

“I love you, Miles, and I promise you, I’ll do anything in my power to make you the happiest man alive.” You whisper softly to him.

Miles’s body goes limp against you, and you smile because that means he feels safe enough with you. You let Miles sleep on you until you need to use the bathroom and tend to Lily. Miles is not a fan of that. He groans, making faces, and he doesn’t want you to go. He settles on his side after you live the bed.

Lily is so much like Miles. She smiles at you as you pick her up for a diaper change. Now, she feels better and can go back to sleep. You sit with her in the chair and start to hum a lullaby. Lily holds your necklace, and she chats a little bit with you. Then the sleep catches up with her. She’s perfect. You feel so lucky right now. You wait until Lily is out before putting her on her crib.

As soon you hit the bed, Miles is pushing you flush against his body. It makes you chuckle and shake your head. But you love how eager he was waiting for you to be back in bed. Falling asleep with Miles home is the easiest thing.

You wake up facing Miles. It makes you smile right away. You reach your hand to touch the cut on his nose from his shenanigans last night. You can’t help close your eyes and remember waking up in bed with him after your first night together. You wanted to touch his face so badly, but you were so afraid of waking him up. You tried but pulled your hand before it touched his face. You didn’t know what to do, what was the rule here. You asked Miles to wait until you were ready. It had been a while since you were in a romantic relationship. Miles was so patient until you were ready, then he was gentle and sweet while his cock was inside you. You decided that you maybe you should get up and leave, but Miles made the decision for you. He wrapped his big arm around your waist holding you close to his body.

Now, almost three years later, he’s yours, and you share a baby. You look over your shoulder to check what time it is. Lily is still going to be out for an hour before you need to go into mom mode, so you’re going to get into fiancé mode. You move closer to Miles' body, and you reach for the little cut on his nose, brushing your thumb gently. Miles stirs a little, but he doesn’t wake up.

You move your thumb to his cheek, brushing along his cheekbone. Miles starts to open his eyes. He blinks a few times, taking you in. He smiles so bright when your face gets focused in front of him. God, you're so in love with this man.

Miles pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around your hips just like he did that morning three years ago. He slides his hand under your shirt as he kisses your nose before resting his forehead against yours.

You love sleepy Miles so much, but you have another thing in mind. Kissing his neck is the start. Miles hums, and you hope he understands what you want. He does, but he's going to take his time. He is still sleepy.

Miles wanders his hand under your shirt. He rests his hand on your ribs, brushing his thumb over your breast. Now it's your time to hum. You kiss his jaw, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone.

You look up and Miles look down at the same time. You both smile before closing the gap between your lips. The kiss is slow, without a care in the world. It's just a lazy makeout session with your man.

Miles moves his hand to your nipple. When he gently touches your bud, you can't help and jerk your hips forward. He moves his thigh, nudging you to open your legs for him. You do so. You grind against his thigh every time Miles squeezes or rolls your nipple in his fingers.

Miles smiles into the kiss, feeling you get yourself off on his thighs. He moves his hand to your pants to strip you out of them, and you help him. That's the only time your lips aren't together.

Once you're without pants and underwear, you help free Miles' cock just enough so he can get inside you. You lock your lips again as Miles slides inside you. You moan against his lips, it feels so, so good. His thrusts are long, slow and lazy. A lot of wandering hands between you two, and you love feelings his big biceps, so you spend some time there.

You still can’t believe this man is yours. Miles move your leg up before he rests his hand on your ass, your hand moves to his lower back and you scratch his lower back while he moves his cock deep inside you. Thankfully, his lips are on yours, muffing your moans.

Your orgasm is very close with the way Miles is moving his hips. He knows that, too. So he decides to move slower and deep inside you, hitting all the good spots. He makes your toes curl and your eyes roll. Your nails nigging on his lower back shows him that you’re getting there. Miles pulls out of the kiss to breathe, your hand moves to his biceps.

“Hmm, so warm and so wet.” Miles whispers against your lips.

That sends you over the edge. You dig yours nails on his biceps and Miles locks his lips on yours because you’re about to scream his name, and he can’t have you waking Lily before she’s ready.

You get so tight around him that Miles struggles to keep moving his hips. Two thrusts later he is cumming inside you. You hide your head in his chest, he kisses the top of your head as you curse. He’s so smiley, rubbing your back.

“Are you okay ?” He asks against your hair. You nod because that's the only thing you can do right now.

As much as you would love to stay in bed with him, enjoying this post blissful cuddles. You need to get up and get ready. Lily will be up soon. You need to be ready for her.

You kiss his chest as you pull him out of you. Miles pouts a little. He likes to be wrapped up in you.

You get up trying to hold as much cum in as possible, without making a mess on your way to the bathroom. Miles chuckles softly running his hand through his hair. You get cleaned up, brush your teeth and go get a change of clothes.

“Rest babe, I got her for now.” You say on your way to his side of the bed before kissing his cheek.

Miles holds your hand. It looks like he's going to say something, but he doesn't. He kisses your hand, letting you go. You gather both of your clothes to take to wash, the sheets need to be washed too. But that can happen once Miles is up for the day.

Before going to the laundry room, you check on Lily, and she is still asleep. You're very thankful for that. You take the clothes to the laundry room, starting a batch of clothes. While the clothes are getting washed, you start Lily's breakfast. For now, she'll get a bottle, and then when Miles is up, it's time for the family breakfast.

You check the clock, seeing the time you decide to go check on Lily. When you get there, she's playing with her mobile happily and quietly. She's so patient waiting for you.

You call for her, and she crawls to come closer for you to get her. She calls for you. That's the sweetest sound. You can't get used to this. You pick her up, giving her lots of kisses.

Lily giggles with the kisses. After a quick diaper change, it's time for her bottle. You guys sit on the couch in front of the tree. She gets so mesmerized by the lights that they're on a dimmer setting to not hurt her little eyes. She coos occasionally at you around the bottle. Just a quiet morning between you and your baby. That's exactly what you needed.

Lily finishes her bottle. She wants to explore and play. You put her down so she can be on the floor. She's getting close to start getting up to walk. It's adorable to watch that diaper butt in the air. You know she's close. You're just hopeful that it happens when Miles is at home.

You and Lily move to the kitchen. You put her in the bouncer saying that she needs to work on those little legs' strength so she can walk. She coos, and you laugh as you start breakfast. Mama needs her coffee.

Meanwhile, Miles is waking up upstairs. He takes his time. He stares at the ceiling, bringing his soul back to his body. Also, he thinks he was dreaming earlier, but then he checks under the cover and sees that he wasn't dreaming. That makes him happy.

He goes to the bathroom so he can look presentable for his girls.

Miles wants to sneak into the kitchen to surprise you, but he didn't see Lily there. As soon she sees him, she's saying Da, you turn around just in time to see him shush her. You shake your head laughing.

“Good luck next time, babe. I have a sensor motion kid now.” You tell him. Miles laughs as he kisses Lily's head.

Miles asks if the coffee is ready and you say that it almost is. He comes beside you, pinning you against the counter with his hips.

“So what was that ?” He asks, pointing up.

Your face goes through a journey before you drop your head.

“I'm sorry.” You reply, biting your bottom lip. Miles looks at you like you're crazy. He's lost more than he normally is.

“Why are you apologizing, honey ?”

“I don't know, I thought you didn't like it” You shrug.

“Are you crazy ? You know how I feel about waking up to you doing that to me.” You nod as Miles lifts your chin to look at him.

“Babe, you don't have to apologize for anything. I'm yours, you can do whatever you want to me. I'm your jungle gym and playground.”

“But you asked what happened.”

“Yeah, I did because it was different, good, different.”

“Maybe, this is the first time that you made love to me while finally being in love.”

“Yeah, and I want more. Love the feeling.”

You smile as you bring him in for a kiss. Lily coos and claps. She loves her parents showing love. Then she calls for Da. You chuckle, pecking his lips.

“Your #1 girl wants you.” You tell him softly.

“You're my #1 girl, but she's not that far behind.” Miles replies as he squeezes your ass before going to meet Lily.

You shake your head, smiling. You all have a family breakfast, update each other, and hear Lily talk. This is something that you always wanted, now you have it.

The rest of the day is pretty chill. Between naps and playtime, Lily is not used to having both parents at home. She is very excited to have both of you playing with her.

Watching Miles play with Lily is always something that makes your heart warm. He’s such a great dad. You never had any doubt about that, and now he’s becoming the man you knew was there all along.

Miles looks at you. You’re lost in your thoughts. He calls you to join them. You shake your head before moving closer to them. Lily babbles because she loves this so much. There's too much excitement for her, and she’s totally going to crash hard later.

That’s exactly what happens, Lily just stops playing, and she crawls into Miles’s lap and falls asleep. You smile softy watching your two loves.

“Are you sure, i’m your #1 girl ?” You ask Miles, jokingly.

‘Yep, you’re my girl, babe”.

You shake your head with a chuckle before leaning to kiss him.

#miles wood x reader #miles wood imagine #our little family #blog submission #👢 anon #WE LOVE FAMILY TIME SO MUCH HERE! #and that SMUT!! woo!!! #I would be waddling to the BR after that too.... wut.

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League Shenanigans

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Where Heeseung is just trying to play League but Jake keeps bothering him. Jake quickly learns the consequences of interrupting his hyung's game.

Ler!Heeseung

Lee!Jake

1.6k words

AN: It's been some time since I've last written a proper fic so bare with my regarding its downfalls <3

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It was one of those rare days when all the members had the day off. Most of the members decided to take this opportunity to go outside and do things. Whether it be shopping, sightseeing, or just anything to enjoy their time off. However, Heeseung and Jake were the two members who decided to stay back home and relax in their own ways there. Jake's excuse mostly being he wanted to sleep in and Heeseung just wanted to game.

At least Heeseung was trying to game. Roughly around 1 pm, Jake had finally woken up from his nice long sleep. Instead of deciding to do something productive he felt like seeing what Heeseung was doing. Since then, Heeseung has had to deal with Jake hovering over him from behind his chair both watching his game as well as hindering it.

Every once and a while Jake would shake Heeseung's chair to try and scare him or he would poke the older's side to distract the older. At first, Heeseung thought his attempts were funny, that was until he kept on doing them over and over. "Jakey if you don't stop you're going to regret it." Heeseung hissed as Jake poked his side once again. He could see the slight reflection of Jake smiling widely and giggling from his monitor.

"What? Are you not a good enough player for it to not bother you hyung?" Jake teased as he blew on the ear Heeseung didn't have tucked under his headphones, causing the older to flinch. "Don't say I didn't warn you, Jakey." His game was slowly coming near an end and he'd already been doing worse than usual because of Jake's antics.

Jake felt butterflies in his stomach at Heeseung's words. Would he regret his actions? Probably but right now he still had the upper hand. If he was going to go down at least he could go down with a bang. He quickly reached over and turned off Heeseung's monitor before making a run for it. He knew better than to stick around after pulling off a stunt like that.

Heeseung was stunned for a few seconds before he quickly jumped out of his chair "JAKE!" He yelled as he bolted after the younger. Unfortunately for Jake, Heeseung was a rather fast runner so he was gaining on him pretty fast. The shorter looked behind him to see how close Heeseung was and his eyes widened to find him so close. "Hyung we can talk about this!" He squeaked as he made his way to the living room, going on one side of the couch to try and use it as a form of protection.

While the couch did help with keeping Heeseung on one side while he was on the other, it also left him with no escape. Jake looked around trying to find somewhere to go. He could try and make it so he and Heeseung swapped sides but that was pretty unlikely. He was ultimately screwed.

"C'mon Jakey! We both know you're trapped~" Heeseung teased the younger as he stayed planted on his side of the couch. He knew he had the advantage in this situation and was not going to budge. Jake gulped as he watched Heeseung, making sure the older didn't make a move on him unexpectedly. "Hyuuung this isn't fair." He whined.

Heeseung only grinned at Jake "Neither was you turning my monitor off and messing with me throughout my entire match, but here we are." The younger had no way of getting out of this one. "You're better off just surrendering now and I'll go easier on you." Jake did not like the sound of giving up. Even if his odds were very slim.

"Ok fine.." He pretended to give up walking towards Heeseung, and as he got closer at the last minute he went to make a run for it. Heeseung however had predicted Jake's plan and easily capture the shorter in his arms. "Gotcha Jakey~" He maneuvered them onto the ground, easily pinning Jake's hands under his knees. Though he made sure not to put too much pressure.

Jake could feel butterflies swarming in his stomach as he looked up at Heeseung. He had done it to himself and he knew that but it didn't mean he wasn't dreading what was coming next. "Hyuuung-" Jake squirmed trying to get himself free. "I'm soooorry."

Heeseung raised an eyebrow "Sorry you did it or sorry you got caught?" He chuckled knowing the answer. He hovered his hands over Jake's stomach and wiggled his fingers playfully, causing the younger's squirming to intensify. "Noho hyung I swear I'm sohorry." He couldn't help the anticipatory giggles that managed to fall from his mouth.

"Aww giggling already Jakey? I haven't even touched you yet" Heeseung grinned and dropped his hands down quickly before raising them again. His actions causing a squeak out of Jake. "And a squeak? I don't even have to put in the work." Jake felt his cheeks heat up as light blush formed on his face.

"Dohon't be meheean-" Jake squirmed under Heeseung, there was nothing more he could do really. His only option was to wait it out until Heeseung decided to tickle him.

Heeseung only smiled at Jake's cute behavior "Is the teasing getting to you?" He giggled as he pretended to drop his hands down again, causing Jake to let out another squeak. "Your cheeks are all red~"

Jake shook his head as his cheeks only reddened, looking away from Heeseung to try and hide somewhat. Though it didn't do much considering he couldn't hide his face with his hands and arms.

"Don't be shy Jakey!" Heeseung cooed, "Your blush is absolutely adorable!" He finally dove in to squeeze at Jake's sides to get the younger boy to look back up at him. The reaction was almost immediate as well, giggles instantly falling out of Jake.

"NOHOhohoho IHIHim SOhohorry!" His squirming became more intense as he kicked out his legs. "IHIHIhill LEHehave you BEhehe!" Jake's negotiating ultimately did nothing at this point. Heeseung had already forgotten about his League game, now he just wanted to see his cute dongsaeng become a cute little giggly puddle.

Heeseung slowly moved his hands to Jake's stomach, scribbling away at the area. "I don't know Jakey what you did was a maaaajor offense and now you have to deal with the consequences that entail!" He loved teasing the shorter boy any chance he got. Watching the younger squirm around and squeal never failed to bring a large smile to his face.

It technically brought a large smile to Jake's face too, however, he didn't have much choice in that matter. "IHIhihim SOHOHOrry!" Jake squeaked as he gasped out from laughter. Heeseung only chuckled "I know you are Jakey but you still have to endure your punishment~" It was safe to say Heeseung was solely doing this for his own amusement at this point.

He had already forgiven Jake as soon as he'd done the criminal action - mostly because it wasn't ever serious in the first place. Jake, however, did not need to know that. "Hmmm, what do you think would happen if my hands found their way up to a certain sensitive spot of yours hm?"

Jake's eyes instantly widened at the suggestion "HYuhuhung NOHOhoho THAhahats NOhohot FAHahair" He pulled at his hands trying his best to escape (though he was failing miserably). Heeseung grinned and slowly trailed his hands up Jake's body. Momentarily stopping to prod at his underarms.

"HEE IHIhill DOHoho AhahahanyTHihihing!" Jake declared, though, of course, he didn't actually mean that. Heeseung just quirked his eyebrow up "Oh really? Anything at all huh?" He grinned as he continued to trail his fingers upwards to the younger boy's neck. There, the tickles stopped and his hands just sat in place, unmoving.

The giggles didn't stop though Jake twitching as phantom tickles remained throughout his body. "HYuhuhung cohohome onnnn." He felt a blush forming on his face as he waited for the older to just go for that spot which made him go crazy every time. If he secretly loved it that was between him and god.

"Yes, Jakey? Do you perhaps want me to move my fingers?" Heeseung slowly dragged his nails against Jake's neck causing the younger boy to jolt at the feeling. "NOhoHOHo!" Jake declared as the small movement already was driving him mad.

"Aww aren't you just the cutest," Heeseung cooed at the adorable boy, "didn't even have to try and you're already so reactive." He smirked as he quickly scribbled his fingers over Jake's neck.

The reaction was immediate. Jake let out a loud squeal followed by loud cackles as he squirmed all around like a fish out of water. "NOHOHOHO IHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAD!" He kicked his legs out as if it would ground him in some way.

Heeseung leaned down and blew soft raspberries against the sensitive spot. Jake snorted and his laughter only intensified. "HYUHUHUNG NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!" He was practically begging for his life. "I dunno Jakey I feel like you deserve just one final little sendoff."

Heeseung took one long breath before blowing a long raspberry. Jake let out another squeal but shortly after his laughter fell silent as he gasped for air. Heeseung chuckled as he stopped his tickles and slowly started rubbing away the phantom tickles. "Soooo Jakey," Heeseung waited for the other boy to calm down some, "What did we learn today?"

Jake softly glared up at Heeseung "That you suck." This caused the older to quirk his eyebrow up and wiggle his fingers above Jake, causing the younger boy to squeak "I MEHEAN THAT I SHOULDN'T INTERRUPT YOUR GAME TIME!" Jake replied frantically.

The taller boy smiled at the answer "Perfect, now let's go cuddle on the couch I'm reaaaal tired after all that." Jake just scoffed at his words but happily followed him to the couch.

"If anyone should be tired it's me."

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