#stuffie fic

[pahtoosh]

baba face

[image ID: photos of sebastian stan, chris evans, and various stuffed animals photoshopped onto a yellow background. sebastian stan is holding a round wolf stuffed animal and looking into the distance. chris evans is hiding a smile with a hand over his mouth. the stuffed animals include four frowning stuffed animals and one smiling one. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~2400 words

warnings: reader takes a little tumble

a/n: this was inspired by @angelbaby-fics ! Chloe, thank you for showing me your turtle and inspiring this whole piece! (side note: if anyone would like to talk about their stuffies, I would LOVE to hear about them!!

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader

summary: sam gets a stuffed animal for reader that frowns like bucky! things get out of hand when the other avengers join in and buy reader way too many grumpy stuffies

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It all started when Sam came back from a mission in late June. The Avengers would sometimes bring back presents when they went overseas. They didn’t always have the time to stop by a gift shop but when they did, the gifts were always cherished and held a little closer when the Avenger eventually had to travel again. 

Two weeks before his mission, you had gotten very close with Sam. Your daddies asked him to watch over you one day and he gave you a whole adventure. He took you to a pottery painting studio, then the park, and ended the day with the best ice cream you’ve ever had. From then on, you were inseparable. 

During group meal times, you’d make jokes with him across the table. If you were allowed in the room for a meeting, you’d pass notes back and forth. Sam would also play with you during Tony’s summer parties; he was going to let you fly with redwing before Bucky marched outside and confined you to his hip for the rest of the night. You didn’t mind too much though, the sky probably wasn’t as comfortable as being held by Baba. 

Your attachment to Sam made this mission all the more difficult for everyone involved. You, because you missed your friend. Sam, because he missed your happy giggles and felt bad for leaving you right when he finally gained your trust. And your daddies because they had to witness you get sad every time something reminded you of Sam. 

Fortunately, the mission was going well and he was expected to return right on time. On his last day, Sam was looking both ways to cross the street when a stuffed animal in a display window caught his eye. He looked at his watch to see if he had enough time to make his flight, then quickly entered the store and bought the plushie because he knew you’d love it. 

On the plane, Sam sat with the plushie in his lap to keep it safe. It was still in the bag from the store, looking like an oddly shaped lump in a now wrinkly paper bag. When Sam returned to the tower, Steve was the first to greet him before you nudged your Dada out of the way to give Sam a bone-crushing hug. 

“I missed you, Sammy!”

“I missed you too, peanut.” He kneeled down and handed you the paper bag. “I gotcha something.”

You beamed at him. “Thank you! I love it!”

Sam laughed. “You haven’t even opened it yet!”

“I already know I’m gonna like it because it’s from you,” you said, matter of factly. “But okay.”

You opened the bag and gasped when you saw the plush. 

It was a soft turtle with a slightly slouched posture, but that wasn’t the part you were focused on. Your favorite part was the plushie’s grumpy expression. It looked just like Bucky. 

“HE HAS BABA FACE! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” You screamed your gratitude while running circles around the trio of Sam and your daddies. Sam and Steve were barely holding in their laughter, meanwhile Bucky stood confused, but happy that you were happy. Despite his super hearing, he wasn’t sure if he heard you correctly. Did you say baba face? Or maybe you said bubble face?  

Bucky figured that this wasn’t something he needed the answers to immediately, so he didn’t ask any questions and resolved to watching you tire yourself out. 

The grumpy turtle became your new shadow. Everywhere you went, so did the plush. You’d have it tucked under your arm while running through the compound. During mealtimes in your home, the turtle would get his own chair and toy food. Outside, you kept your turtle in a drawstring backpack with the head poking out so he could see the world too. When your daddies carried you around, you’d make a silly game out of making the turtle mess up your Dada’s hair or bite your Baba’s ears. 

Even before giving you the turtle, Sam loved to boast about how he was your favorite Avenger(you didn’t have a favorite, but you didn’t have the heart to correct him on that when he kept giving you all of his attention). When you all played hide and seek, he bragged for three days straight about how you chose him to be your partner. Your attachment to the turtle only heightened his pride. 

He always asked you where the turtle was, knowing it couldn’t be more than three feet away from you. Sam made a big fuss about the turtle having his own seat at the dinner table and fell victim to your strength and contagious giggles when you pushed him out of his seat to make room for your turtle. Sam learned his lesson that day and didn’t fight for the turtle to have his own chair in the debriefing room. However, he did bring in an extra stool for the plush. Sam even bought you the very drawstring backpack that allowed you to take your new friend on your outdoor adventures. In private, he’d ask you about how the turtle was settling into his new home and gave him the gentlest kiss when you said the turtle needed more lovin’. 

The others all thought your friendship with Sam was adorable, but there was one person who saw this as an opportunity for some friendly competition. Natasha knew that there was room in your heart for more than one avenger bestie, so she devised a plan to take her spot. She had two missions in August–the first: survey a crime group that’s suspected to have ties with Zemo. The second: give you a gift worthy of four days of bragging. 

After successful recon, Natasha’s plane landed in the Avenger’s HQ. She turned in her paperwork that she completed on the flight home, then went to freshen up so she could give you your gift. Natasha found you cuddled up with Steve in the movie room watching some old cartoon. She knocked on the door.

“Got any room for a couple more friends on that couch?”

“Natty, you’re back!” You untangled yourself from Steve and ran to give her a hug. You looked behind her expecting to see more of the group. “Where’s the other friends?”

She held up a bag with the arm that wasn’t hugging you. “Your new friend traveled a long way to get here.”

You squealed and hugged Natasha again before accepting the bag from her hand and kneeling on the floor to pull out the tissue paper and free your gift. 

“You guys are spoiling them, you know that?” Steve asked, lightheartedly from the couch.

“Oh hush, how many hours of screen time have you given them today?”

Steve opened and closed his mouth a couple times, not expecting the question.

“Doesn’t count if the movies came from your time, right?” 

Any response from Steve was cut off by your cheering. 

“BABA OCTOPUS!! BABATOPUS!!” you held up the plush proudly like it was Simba. “Dada, look!”

“Oh he’s beautiful, baby.” Steve chuckled at the round, bright red octopus plush with a deep frown on its face. “What do you say to Nat?”

“THANK YOU NAAAT!” you yelled. Excitement flickered across your face once more, then you ran out of the movie room with the octopus securely tucked under your arm.

“Where are you going, baby? And no running indoors!” Steve shouted as he chased after you. 

You slowed for a bit, but kept moving at a swift pace. “I hav’ta show Baba my new friend!”

Natasha watched your little race from the movie room with an amused grin on her face. During dinner that night, she enjoyed the shocked look on Sam’s face when you pulled up with two grumpy plushies and pretended to feed the octopus before the turtle.

Sam turned to Natasha. “You have no idea what you’ve just started.”

She smirked. “And you have no idea what you’re getting into.”

Steve leaned over to whisper to Bucky. “We’re gonna need more space in the playroom.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

The competition expanded beyond Natasha and Sam. All of the Avengers were determined to find the next grumpy plush to win your heart. There was a penguin from Peter, a frog from Thor, a cat from Tony, and a panda from Wanda. Your collection was starting to get out of control. You desperately wanted to carry all of your plushies everywhere with you to keep things fair, but your daddies put an end to that when you tripped on the sidewalk while trying to push a stroller full of scowling stuffed animals. 

Bucky decided to help you create a system so you could fairly pick one plushie from the collection to carry around for the day. He made small slips of paper so you could write down their names and pull one out of a cup each morning. He brought his supplies to you while you were having an afternoon snack at the dining table. His heart broke seeing you with your knees bandaged up and the streaks of dried tears from the fall earlier today still on your face.

“Hi, Baba,” you sniffled.

“Hey, sweetie. What’s going on? You eatin’ your snack?”

“Mhm.”

“Why aren’t you eating at the kitchen island, baby? You always eat your snack there.”

You pouted and gestured to the plushies sitting around you. “I can’t fit all my friends there.”

“Oh I know, bubs. It must be so hard carrying all these guys around, huh?” He mentally scolded himself for leaving you alone during your snack. He should’ve known better than to expect you to stay put when your little friends were trapped inside the stroller. It must’ve taken so long to arrange the plushies around the table with your injury. 

You perked up at his next words. 

“Baba has something for you.” Bucky spread out the slips of paper on the table and placed a cup next to them. “You can write down the names of all your little friends on these papers and pick one name out of the cup to decide which one you’re walking around with for the day. Does that sound fair?”

You shrugged, “I guess I can do that.” You really would’ve liked a solution that allowed you to bring all of the grumpy plushies with you everywhere, but deep down you knew that it just wasn’t practical. You took the pencil that Bucky held out for you and started writing down your plushies’ names.

Your Baba lovingly kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back while you wrote. He loved watching you focus on a task. He almost didn’t notice what you were writing down.

Bucky squinted then blinked a couple of times, not believing what he saw. “Baby, why are you writing ‘Baba’ on everything?”

You paused and tilted your head back to look at him. “That’s their names. Baba Turtle and Baba Cat and Baba Bear and Baba-”

“Why do you call them that?”

“‘Cause look!” You picked up the grumpy frog sitting next to you and held it out for Bucky to see. “They look like Baba!” You hugged the plushie before setting it back down to continue writing. 

Bucky’s heart melted. His sweet, wonderful baby was so attached to these plushies that reminded them of him. His signature scowl that often got him into trouble brought them comfort. His friends even noticed and spoiled his baby rotten with even more of these toys. 

Bucky continued watching you work. He looked at the plushies differently now. 

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Steve and Bucky were cleaning your playroom. Normally this would be your responsibility, but you had gone to bed a little earlier, and they didn’t want you walking too much with your injury. Steve was putting your plushies into their designated bins. He wasn’t harsh with them, but his efficient method of gathering an armful and plopping them down certainly would have raised an eyebrow from you. 

“Hey, go easy with turtle me,” Bucky teased. 

“Turtle you?” Steve asked. 

Bucky nodded proudly, then held the plush up to his face. “Don’t you see the resemblance?” 

“Whatever, punk. At least my face isn’t the reason we have a 50 gallon bin of stuffed animals.” Steve turned around and kept cleaning, completely missing the look of excitement on Bucky’s face. 

The next day, your Baba volunteered to pick up breakfast while Steve helped you get ready. Bucky stopped by a toy store on his way to the bakery. He’d seen this particular plushie before and knew that this was the perfect moment to get it for you. Not too long later, he was entering your home with bagels in one hand and your new friend in the other. 

Bucky hid the plush behind his back when he heard you and Steve walking towards him. 

“Hi, Baba!”

“Good morning, baby.” Bucky leaned down to kiss your forehead, then kissed Steve’s cheek as a thanks when he handed off the box of bagels. 

You hugged Bucky and couldn’t help but notice that one of his hands wasn’t hugging you back. 

“Baba, hug me better,” you whined. 

Bucky laughed. “Hang on, I’ve got somethin’ for ya.”

You gasped in excitement and took a step back so you could see. Bucky revealed the plush with a dramatic flourish, then somewhat nervously waited for your reaction. The stuffed animal had you in shock. It was a stuffed giraffe that stood with the most perfect posture. It had spiky hair, blue eyes, and a charming smile. You knew exactly who it was supposed to resemble. 

“IT'S DADA!” You squealed and graciously took the plush while running to the kitchen where Steve was. He was already making his way to you when he heard your scream. 

“Dada’s right here, bubba. What’s going on?”

You held up the plush while doing a little dance. “Look! It’s a Dada giraffe!”

Steve laughed then ran a hand over his face when he made the connection. You ran off to your playroom, saying something about “finding a Baba for this Dada” while your daddies shared a look. 

Bucky brought in Steve for a hug, patting his dumbfounded lover on the back. He playfully whispered in his ear, “We’re gonna need more space in the playroom.”

#stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #gn!little!reader #oneshot #fluff #sfw regression #agere fic #marvel agere #sfw agere #baba face #baba-face #toosh writes #plushie fic #stuffie fic

[milf-harrington]

my take on transfem eddie, from a little fic that im writing and will hopefully finish

i thought it would be fun if she named herself after a lotr character, but the nickname eddie is a layover from her childhood, bc like. i know two people who have nicknames that are just entirely new names (cassie -> "lucy" + jessica -> "trent") so i thought it would be fun if eddie's mum always called her "eddie spaghetti" when she was a kid and then as she got older "eddie" ended up sticking around, and before she realised she was trans she was always more comfortable using eddie bc it wasn't her birthname (she'd unpack that later)

#the fic is that steve takes eddie as his plus one to a family thing #and he like. tried to warn her that his family are a bit conservative and stuffy so she took that as 'dont wear your normal clothes' #so she gets all done up in a dress and does her makeup and she's like 'fuck you' and steves like 'what no wear what youre comfy in' #but she'd already committed to the dress so she just chucks her sneakers and vest on and goes 'there.' #and that's like. the whole fic #so youd think id be able to just smash it out but noooooo #anyway #my art #transfem eddie munson #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson fanart #stranger things fanart #eddie munson headcanon

[sunshinediaz]

i’ll bandage up your body and your bones and your bad days too | 5.6k, teen

fill for @badthingshappenbingo—kick them while they are down

“Hey, pretty boy,” he says, softly, and reaches in to wipe off a stray tear and drip of snot.  Eddie rolls his eyes and laughs, thick and nasty, because he knows he’s not pretty right now, red-faced and wild-eyed and wet with tears, wet with snot and spit and sweat and all sorts of other things, but Buck really, truly, thinks so. He wouldn’t say it if he didn’t.  “Hi.”  Buck’s smile widens. “Wanna scoot over and let me in?” he asks, ducking down so he can meet Eddie’s eyes. Eddie nods and scrambles to move, sliding over just enough for Buck to squeeze in and then slumping against his wide chest. Buck shuts the door, wraps his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, and kisses his forehead. He smells like smoke and Hen’s fruity lotion. “You’re burning up, baby.”  Eddie nods, hiccups, and says nothing.  Buck brings his other arm around to hold Eddie closer, tighter. “You said you were feeling better,” he says, whispery-soft, as he combs Eddie’s damp hair off his forehead. “Why’d you lie to me?”  “I didn’t want you to worry.”  “Why do you think I’d worry?”  “‘Cause I’m having a bad day,” Eddie answers, shrugging, and nestles in further, like he can crawl inside Buck’s body and spread himself out along Buck’s bones, where he’s warm and wet and welcome, forever and always. “‘Cause I have a cold and everything hurts and nothing feels good except—except this. Except you.”  The tension in Eddie’s body sweeps out as quick as it came, leaving him boneless and unsecured and held in Buck’s arms, against Buck’s big chest and even bigger heart where he belongs, where he was born to be. It’s the one place that’s his and nobody else’s, ever again.  A tear falls, hot like fire, and he snuffles, wiping his face across Buck’s t-shirt.

read the rest on ao3

#this thing got away from me and it's all because the temps dropped low in oklahoma from 2 days straight of #stupid rain that flooded a few roads and left my feet wet and my bones cold #and all i wanted was hot chocolate and warm fuzzy socks AND ALL I GOT WAS A STUFFY NOSE AND AN EAR ACHE #anyway #buddie #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 #911 fic #badthingshappenbingo #bthb fics #my fics

[unlikely-gravestones]

I wonder if Hob's ever been buried alive.

I don't know how his immortality works- do his wounds miraculously heal within minutes? Hours? Has he sometimes had to pretend to be injured, because no one heals from a stab wound to the gut over night?

Or does it take him just as long as any other person? Does he spend weeks bed-bound while recovering, slowly but surely knitting himself together? And if that's the case...has he been buried?

Has Hob woken up, weeks after being 'laid to rest', starving and in pain because fuck does his head and chest hurt and- why can't he move. Why is it so silent. Has Hob ever trailed his fingers, shaking from the effort, across wood grain 5 inches from his face? Has he, head pounding with pain and confusion, frantically mapped the limited space of his chamber because why are the walls so close to him why is he lying down why does-

Has Hob ever realised he was buried six feet underground.

Has he ever clawed at what he realises now is his coffin, hands scrabbling and nails catching? Pounded at the lid of it and screamed? Has Hob ever had to climb his way out of the ground

Anyway :)

#I was reading a fic that mentioned the air in Hob's dream being stuffy and hot and idk why but my brain was like #Oh a nightmare?? #Maybe bc I live in Australia and the heat is my no 1 nightmare but #My brain was like ooohh warm air STUFFY air must be contained somewhere what about a room no a BOX no a COFFIN #And then I thought of Hob having a nightmare about being buried alive #And then I thought....what if he has been #And now we're here besties #Forgive me comic people I don't know how his immortality is handled in the comics please let me have my fun #And by fun I mean putting my blorbos well being in a blender and wrecking that shit #the sandman #hob gadling #sandman #dreamling #Cw buried alive #cw claustrophobia #I mean he's def gonna be fucked up about that for a while

[littlespacereader]

Could I request a fic with Caregiver!Layla (Scarlet Scarab) with little reader???

Of course I can!!! As a HUGE Moon Knight fan I can’t begin to tell you how excited I was to write this! I hope you don’t mind that I had Marc/Steven pop in for a little cameo:) I couldn’t resist! If you want another Moon Knight fic feel free to send a request in!! Anyway I hope you enjoy this fic!!

The Goddess of Caregiving (SFW)

Caregiver!Layla El-Faouly & GN Little!Reader

Tags: mentions violence and knifes (not detailed), hurt and comfort, stuffie, taking care of injuries, thumb sucking, story time, low-key Marc and Steven cgs

Nicknames: Sweet one, little one, sweetheart and darling

Yelling. It was everywhere. People yelling and running away. The city was under attack by some wear guy with a light up cane! He and his goons were attacking the city and its people.

I just started running. Running as fast as my feet could take me away from the scene. Apparently there was a guy in all white fighting them but I didn’t get a good glance.

I was just watching cartoons on the tv with my stuffed animal bunny when I heard all the commotion outside. People started screaming to runway as a group of criminal started to hurt those around.

So Fluffy and I started running. There were a couple of people around me running as well. Where we were running to, no one knows. Just away from whatever is happening. My little side just wanted to stop and cry but I couldn’t, not just yet, I had to get to safety first.

But the group of bad guys caught up to us. Most of the people took a left and ran down the alleyway. I took a right and ran down the road. Little did I know this road was a dead end alley.

I ran as far as I could, falling once onto my knees but quickly recovering and running again. But suddenly I came across a wall infront of me. My heart was beating out of my chest. There was no where to run now. I clutched Fluffy to my chest and turned around.

Two tall men stood in front of me, both holding knives in their hands.

“Awwwww! Look what we got here, a Regressor.” One said.

“Took a wrong turn little one?” The other mocked.

Tears started to roll down my face as I started to cry. As they approached I just started to back up until my back was against the wall. I curled in on myself, dropping to the ground and brining my knees to my chest to covering my face.

Suddenly I heard fighting. I jumped thinking they were about to hurt me but then I heard them yelling and gasping in pain. Then two thuds! The two fall to the ground unconscious.

“Are you hurt little one?” A feminine voice asked me.

I was shaking. Maybe this was a trick! Maybe she worked with them?!

“It’s okay sweet one. Those bad men are not going to hurt you anymore. I made sure of it. Take your time, but when you untangle yourself I want to check and make sure you didn’t get hurt.”

Maybe this wasn’t a trick. She seemed nice and she said she took care of those scary men. So with all the bravery I could muster, I decided to look up.

With teary eyes I looked at the woman who was talking to me. She was heavenly. She truly looked like angel sent to protect. She wore a white and gold outfit with golden wings at her sides. She looked sweet, looking at me with caring eyes.

“There you are. Hello darling. What’s your name?” She was kneeling next to me, close enough to reach out and hold my hand but distant enough to give me space just in case.

“I’m…I’m Y/N.” I said with a shaken voice.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Layla.” She smiled. “Who’s your little friend there?” She pointed to my stuffie.

“Fluffy. Fluffy the rabbit.” I lifted Fluffy to see her.

“What a cute rabbit! It’s nice to meet you as well Fluffy.”

“Are….are you a goddess?” I asked unsure if she was even real.

She smiled and nodded. “I’m the avatar of the goddess Taweret, but I’m still getting used to it.” She said gesturing to her outfit.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry these terrible men scared you. Are you alone or did you get parted from your Caregiver?” She asked looking around.

“I’m by myself with Fluffy. I heard the bad men and I started to run.” I explained.

“That was very brave of you. But it isn’t safe for you to be alone tonight. Plus you need someone to take care of your injuries.” She looked worried as she started to figured out what to do.

“Injuries?”

I got hurt? I looked down at myself and saw it. My fall caused my knees to get scraped. Now my knees were bleeding down my legs. It was as if my adrenaline had hid the pain until I saw it with my own eyes.

I let out a sob I didn’t know I was holding. I started to cry, holding Fluffy as tight as I possibly could to myself.

“It’s okay darling, it’s just a little scrape. Nothing we can’t fix.” Layla placed a gentle hand on my back and started to rub comfortingly.

“Here, come over to me darling,” she held her arms out to me, silently offering to hold me.

She didn’t have to say much. Between the painful scrapes on my knees and how little I’m feeling, all I wanted was comfort. So when she opened her arms I immediately took the opportunity to get some comfort.

She brought me close and picked me up off the ground, careful of my knees. She held me on her hip, one arm supporting my bottom and the other holding onto my back. I leaned forward and started to cry on her shoulder.

She continued to rub my back and bounce my on her hip. “It’s okay sweetheart. It’s okay. You’re safe now.”

Layla was just so comforting. Crying a bit in her arms felt like such a relief. After everything that happened today I needed to just let go and be upset. After a while my tears has stopped and I was more exhausted than anything else. Finally my adrenaline went down and I felt safe enough to be tired.

“Alright sweetheart we need to get you taken care of,” Layla started to say.

“Layla!” A voice said down the alley way.

I frozen in Layla’s arms and buried my head in her shoulder. I started to shake in fear.

She looked at me and tried to comfort me, “It’s alright. He’s a friend of ours. He’s a good man.”

I didn’t look up but I heard the man run over to the two of us. “Harrow is taken care of. The city should be safe now.” There was a pause, probably when the guy realized I was in Layla’s arms. Then suddenly guy’s voice changed to a British accent out of no where, “Who’s this little one?”

“Steven, this is Y/N and the rabbit is Fluffy. They were fighting these two bad guys over here when I arrived. Didn’t even have to lift a finger to help.” Layla said, trying to lift the little one’s spirits with her story.

“Wow Y/N! That was very brave of you! You should be very proud of yourself!” The man added.

With all the compliments and praise I started to come out of my shell a bit. I lifted my head and looked at the man. He was wearing a white suit and had curly black hair. His face lit up the moment we caught eyes.

“Thank you,” I said to his compliment.

“You are so welcome darling. Oh my gosh you are just the cutest. Are you out here all by yourself?” He asked and I nodded. “We gotta get you checked out.”

I held onto Layla tighter hearing that. But Layla was already two steps ahead of Steven, having already figured out a plan for me.

“I’m going to take Y/N back to the apartment.” She explained to Steven.

Then she looks at me. “It’s not too far from here. I don’t want you going to a clinic or hospital alone with how regressed you are. But we need to take care of your injuries. So if you want we can go to my apartment and I can bandage you up. Sound good?” She asked me.

I looked at Layla and nodded. I didn’t want to be away from her for a second. She felt so safe. Plus she was going to take care of me!

“I know Marc is going to want to do one last sweep of the area to make sure we haven’t missed anything.” Steven added. He looked back at me and Fluffy, patting our heads. “I’ll see you three laters gators.”

And then he was off. Leaving it back to just Layla and myself.

“Alright, now I haven’t flown with someone in my arms before so it might be a rocky flight. You just hold on tightly to me okay?”

Wait we’re flying to her apartment?! Before I had a chance to question it we took off in the air and were soaring! I wrapped my arms around Layla’s neck and held on tightly. It was such a sight to see the city from that high up! Wow!!

We landed down in front of this small apartment door. Layla unlocked the door and we entered the apartment. It was such a cute apartment! It was spacious and cozy.

A fire place sat in the middle of the living room with a comfy looking couch infront of it. Next to the couch looked like the entrance to a terrace. Right off to the left of the front door was the kitchen and to the right looked like a hallway to the bedrooms. All over her walls and shelves were artifacts of different kinds and books with pages bookmarked.

She walked into the kitchen with me and sat me down on the countertop. I immediately started to whine. I’m happier in her arms!

My whine must’ve told her everything I was thinking because she just turned around and smiled. “I’ll happily hold you again sweetheart but first we gotta get your knees takes care of.”

With that she started searching her kitchen cabinets for the first aid kit. “It’s around here somewhere….ah! There it is!” She pulled it out from under the kitchen sink.

She set it beside me and started pulling out the supplies she needed. “You know, I’ve had to use this kit on Marc on numerous occasion.”

“Who’s Marc?” I asked curious. The only other person I knew besides her was Steven. But Steven mentioned a Marc also…

“Oh, ummm, I meant to say Steven. But you’ll come to find they’re one and the same.” She winked.

“Okay, first I’m going to wash your cuts with hydrogen peroxide. Then we’re going to clean it up, and put a nice colorful bandaid on it.” She said carefully explains everything to me. I nodded my head, holding onto Fluffy tightly.

With that she started to wash one of my knees with the hydrogen peroxide. But it hurt!!

“Ahhh!! It burns! It hurts!!” I started to cry and hold my knee away from the burning solution.

“I promise it’s just a little burn and then it’s okay. It helps get all the germs out of your cuts.” She tried to explain but my little mind just recognized the pain along with it.

“Nooo!!” I held my knee away from her and the terrible peroxide! Tears started to roll down my cheeks again.

Layla stood back and started to think of a good solution to this problem. She looked over at her bookshelves and an idea popped into her head.

“Y/N, have you read this book?” She walked over and grabbed a book on Egyptian gods and goddess of the shelf.

“No.” I said, looking over at her as she brought the book over. She handed it to me to look through. Once it was in my hands she wiped a few tears away off my cheek.

“There you are. It’s okay. Why don’t you take a look at the different pages.”

I looked at her, then the book, and started flipping pages. I wanted to find the goddess she was the avatar of. She was talking about that earlier. Finally I found the right page.

“Taweret!!” I turned the book and showed her happily.

“Well done darling! You’re right! That’s the goddess I’m the avatar of.” She smiled.

“Can you talk to her?” I asked.

“Yeah, she sort of talks to me inside my head and I can answer her back.”

“Wow!” I looked at her amazed. “What is she saying?”

Layla smiled at my wonder. “She absolutely adores you. She’s been screaming about how cute you are since I first spotted you.”

“Really?!” I couldn’t help but smiled and giggle.

“Oh yeah. She has not stopped talking about you. I can’t blame her.” She reached up and pinched my cheeks playfully. I giggled again before pulling away.

I flipped through the book some more before stumbling across another god. This one looked scary though…

“Who’s Khonshu?” I asked turning the book around to Layla.

“That’s the god of the Moon.” She began to explain. “Steven is his avatar.”

“Oh.” It all started to make sense…I guess. “Are you superhero and sidekick?” I asked.

She laughed, “Yes he’s my sidekick.” She joked to herself.

“Alright! Your knees are all taken care of. Would you like a green, tan or purple bandaid for your knees?”

Wait what?!

I closed the book and looked down at my knees. There was no more blood. Just a mild scrape. While I was reading the book she must’ve cleaned my knees up. I looked up at her in amazement. I didn’t feel any pain or really anything! She just smiled back at me.

“That’s not a goddess power, that’s a Caregiver’s power.” She winked. “Which bandaid color would you like?”

I picked out a bandaid and she put it on my knees. “Now all we need is a little kiss to make it better.” She leaned forward and kissed each knee. “There! All better!”

I looked down at my knees and smiled up at her. “Thank you!!”

“You’re so welcome.” She lifted me back into her arms and walked into the living room.

“Now I sadly am not prepared for a Little like yourself so I don’t have much in the way of toys. But I do have a couple of book I think you’d be interested in.” She grabbed a couple of book and put them on the coffee table.

Then she took a seat on the couch with me sitting in her lap. She reach forward and grabbed a book. I curled into her side, resting my head on her shoulder, thumb in my mouth and my eyes scanning the pages as Layla began to read.

~~~

“Layla?” Marc said stepping into the apartment sometime later.

He was greeted by shushing. “Over here,” Layla whispered.

Marc made his way into the living room and found an adorable sight. The Little he had seen earlier was sound asleep wrapping tightly in Layla’s arms. Their head rested on her shoulder, their thumb was in their mouth and their stuffed animal was in their lap.

“I guess we have a new member of the family.” Marc smirked.

Layla smiled as well. She leaned forward and placed a kiss to Y/N’s head. “You guessed right.”

#age regression #age regressor #agere #agere little #sfw age regression #sfw agere #agere post #little space #sfw littlespace #age regression fic #agere blog #sfw agere blog #moon knight #caregiver!layla #sfw little post #sfw little community #little!reader #caregiver!marc spector #caregiver!steven grant #stuffies #hurt/comfort #sfw little blog #sfw little stuff #sfw little #sfw regression #sfw fic #agere community

[fuckin-sick-bih]

Jessie's Sick Day

Fandom: Original Fiction Summary: A cold begins hitting Jessie at work, so he heads home to wait for his mate to get off work to come home and take care of him. CW: mess!! stuffy talk, cold sneezes, nose ring play? idk, accidental inducing, caretaking, fluff Word Count: 3,010 words MINORS DNI Author Note: bonus! 2 posts in 1 day lol i've been sitting on this one a WHILE but hey i actually do mean it this time with the mess warning like... i took out some lines while editing because i got anxious someone would see my mess warning and go "oh usually Bex isn't too bad!" and then go "oh fuck nope this is too much"

Ever since he’d woken up this morning, Jessie had felt just a little… off, like something wasn’t quite right. By the time his lunch break at work rolled around, he realized he really wasn’t hungry. He choked down his sandwich and baby carrots before dropping back resolutely into the receptionist’s desk chair. 

Jessie scrolled through what else he had to do today with his elbows on the desk and his chin resting on his hand. 

Every day for work, Jessie flipped his nose ring up into his nose to look more professional and then flipped it back down when he left for the day. It was simple and easy. Except sometimes it tickled his sensitive nose. 

“Ihh-kish! Kitch!” He assumed that’s all it was when he sneezed at first. But then came the runny nose. Worry began to creep into Jessie’s mind as he started to sniffle. He only ever got a runny nose when he was sick. “Shit…” He swore softly and carefully rubbed at his nose with a finger. 

He exhaled slowly and felt his eyes start to water as the tickle reignited with no trouble whatsoever. “Ihhiihh-! Iihksh! Kishew!” He sniffled against the wetness threatening to come out of his nose like a river. 

“Bless you,” Crystal, his coworker, said haphazardly as she tossed a box of tissues at him. They bounced off his shoulder and onto the floor. He pressed his finger to his nose and bent to grab the box before sitting back up. 

Jessie pointedly sniffled as he took out some tissues and pressed them to his face to blow and wipe. “Ugh. Thanks, sorry. Feeling kind of off… maybe I should go home before this gets worse. I don’t wanna infect you or anyone who comes in to get their teeth cleaned.”

Crystal raised her brows when Jessie said he was feeling off and gestured to the door. “Go on. Get. If you’re sick, get at least ten feet far away from me, Caddel.” She demanded and kicked his bag out from underneath the desk on her side over towards him, sliding across the floor. 

A dull pain starts in his head as Jessie bends to pick up his bag with a sniff. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going, germaphobe.” He teased and sniffled as loudly as he could just to be irritating.

“Ugh, gross!” Crystal whined and threw a wadded-up sticky note at him as he left the office. 

The bitter wind whipped through Jessie’s scrubs and coat, making him shiver and sniff thickly as his nose tried to run more. “Fuck s’cold-” He swore as he trembled, fumbling with his keys to get into his shitty Forester. The engine hummed to life finally, and he shakily made sure the heat was on full blast, revving the engine a few times like Hale had shown him. 

“Iihkshew! Kish! Iiihksh!” 

Jessie sneezed into his cupped hands and groaned, rubbing at his nose for a moment, which just moved his hidden septum piercing. It sparked the tickle back up again, and Jessie hitched all over again, “Ihhih-! Ih! Eh? IckShew! Iiishew!” 

Again, his sneezes caught into steepled hands, and Jessie groaned at the mess he could feel all over them. He quickly fumbled in his center console for some tissues, wiping off his hands and face with a liquid sniffle. He got out his phone next to send his boyfriend a quick text. 

Coming home early. Bring home Gatorade plz. Ily <3 – Jes

He threw the SUV into drive and sniffled as he pulled onto the roadway. The drive home was uneventful, save for some more sneezes that seemed to leave him increasingly congested. Overall, he felt relatively okay, just tired, a little foggy, sneezy, and congested. 

When he got home, he tossed his keys into the bowl by the door and finally sat to take his boots off. He felt exhausted. He managed to get his coat and boots off before dragging himself to the couch, dropping down face-first into it with a groan. 

He sniffled and scrunched his nose, nostrils twitching before- “IikSHH! Ugh! Fuck me!” His grumpy shout was muffled by the cushions before he turned his head to rub his palm against his nose. “Mmf…” 

Hale… He wanted his boyfriend. With a grunt of effort, Jessie reached back into his pocket to fish out his phone and checked the time and his messages. There were no messages, and it was still five hours before Hale was set to get home. A soft little whine left him as he tried to wiggle back onto the couch, pressing his back up against the seat so it might feel like someone was holding him. 

For a moment, Jessie fumbled to grab a blanket off the back of the couch and managed to pull down the dark blue one. He breathed a sigh of relief as he gave a small shiver. Getting a fire started sounded like way too much work, and their damn cabin was heated by a wood stove. Usually, Hale was around to do it, and while Jessie could, he didn’t have the energy right now. He just wanted a nap. 

Once the blanket was all situated, Jessie barely blinked his eyes closed, and he was fast asleep, curled up under the thick blue blanket. Eventually, his head was tucked under the blanket to stay warm as the cabin grew colder when the sun set.

Jessie was startled awake with a yelp when the door opened and closed, blinking blearily as he peeked from his blanket cocoon at the intruder. “Hale?”

“Hey, sickie… just me…” Hale whispered softly, fumbling with his snow-covered boots before hurrying over to Jessie with his coat still on. What Jessie wouldn’t give to smell Hale’s sweet scent of fig, leather, and tobacco, but when he tried, all he got was a gurgling sniff. “Jesus, pup, you take anything yet?” Hale whispered after that sniff.

“D’no…” Jessie moaned, cringing as he heard his voice and whimpering again. “Just wanted you.” His nostrils twitched slightly, red and chapped as his nose had been running in his sleep. “Ihh-! H-Hale… godda- IiihkSHh!” He pitched forward into his hands to keep from spraying mess all over his poor boyfriend. Instead, it clung to his hands, and he kept them pinned to his face. “Oh, by god- that’s so gross… I’b so sorry.” 

Hale chuckled softly and ruffled Jessie’s hair before standing to move from the couch and grabbing Jessie one of the many boxes of tissues they kept around the house. What with Hale’s allergies and Jessie’s immune system, they went through more than their fair share of boxes. “Gross? You’re the one who is into this kinda stuff; don’t think I forgot.” He teased, tone soft and loving. 

“Iihpkshew! Ugh, it’s hotter when it’s you sdeezi’g.” Jessie pouts and cleans his face and hands up before slowly sitting up. The shift in position only makes his congestion shift, too. He’s quickly pressing more tissues to his face as he- “Isshew! Iksh! Hiish! EiiksHEW! Ngh…” He groans and gives his nose a tentative blow before looking up at his boyfriend pitifully. 

Finally, Hale seemed to be shedding his coat and then gently ran his fingers through Jessie’s hair. “Bless you… hey.” He looked at him with a slight frown. “Something’s not right here,” he said thoughtfully, frowning at his boyfriend as he realized something was different. “Hang on, where’s your nose ring? Did you sneeze it off? Is that possible?”

A surprised, congested laugh left Jessie, and he shook his head some. “D’no, oh sweetheart, d’no. I flip it up for work, rebe’ber? I guess I forgot to flip it dowd sidce I left early today…” He reached up to try to flip the jewelry back down but only seemed to instantly irritate his sensitive nose. 

“Iiihksh! Eikshew! Huh- eh-! Fuck…” Jessie sniffled and tried again, slower but with similar results. “Kishew! IkISHEW! What the fuck.. I cad’t get it.” He pouts, red and glistening nostrils flaring and twitching still. 

Hale nudged Jessie to get him to scoot back on the couch and straddled the more petite man. With Hale in his lap like this, Jessie couldn’t help but rest his hands on Hale’s impossibly muscular thighs. Fucking Christ, how did he ever get so lucky? he wondered to himself. 

“Hold still.” 

“What?” Jessie asked, blinking blearily up at his boyfriend, who was gently tipping his head back to look into his nose. “Hale, what the fucgk-“ 

“Just hold still, you big baby,” Hale said softly and carefully used his pinky to ever so gently fish Jessie’s nose ring down in one swift motion. 

The move still sparked the worst tickle Jessie had ever felt; his eyes watered, and he immediately pitched forward into Hale’s chest with unrestrained sneezes, “HihhISH! IisHEW! IishKEw! EhhkSH! EhhtkshEW! ISHHEW! Oh, by fucki’g god…” This time, a thick, gurgling sniffle came from Jessie, and he whimpered when he realized he’d sneezed all over Hale’s work shirt. A wet patch was left where Jessie had lost all control. “Shit. Hale, I ab so sorry. I’ll wash it. I probise.” He apologized quickly.

But Hale was just smiling down at him with a soft expression on his face. “You don’t have to do shit, Jes. You’re sick. Relax.” He said and flicked Jessie’s mess-covered nose ring playfully with the tip of his finger before pressing some tissues into Jessie’s hands.

“IiihkISH!” Jessie sneezed into the tissues after that flick and blew his nose gently. The sound of it was wet and satisfying. “Ass.” He teased Hale and sniffled just a bit. “Are you home for the weeke’d?” Some of the congestion had abated, and there was a note of hopefulness to his voice as he asked, knowing that sometimes Hale got called in for a weekend shift or two. If Jessie had it his way, Hale would stay wrapped up with him in all of their blankets, watching movies all weekend while they had tea and soup and hot, steamy showers. 

Hale nodded and grunted as he scooted back off the couch, his ranger uniform apparently not particularly comfortable for cuddling in. “I am, but let me go get changed first.” He stretched his arms up over his head with a groan. “I’m beat, and you need your Gatorade, sickie.” 

“Aw, you remembered?” Jessie cooed and rubbed at his nose, starting to wiggle out of his blanket a bit more, which caused him to shiver. 

With the blankets now down around his waist, Hale could see Jessie had gotten home and crashed on the couch. He was still in scrubs from the dentist’s office, not altogether bad for napping in. “I did. C’mon. You can have a few sips, then come get changed with me. Won’t that be nice? Get nice and comfy and in bed? I’ll even bring you soup.” 

Another gurgling sniffle came from Jessie as he took his boyfriend’s offered-up hand to stand up, his head swimming a little for the first few seconds upon standing. “Mmf- as lo’g as you start the fire add warm this place up I dod’t care where I lay dowd.” He admits before another more violent sneeze wracked his frame. “KISh-uh! Ugh, fuck, that ode hurt…” Thankfully, Jessie had managed to stifle, but now his nose was running again.

“Bless you, sickie,” Hale whispered. “For that sneeze and all the ones I’ve missed.” He added as he brought Jessie to the Gatorade, letting him sip it some before Hale just scooped up his boyfriend to carry him over his shoulder as he headed for the stairs. 

A somewhat undignified and startled noise escaped Jessie as he was picked up by his boyfriend. “Just because you have the snf! snfff! muscle to do this does dot mean you have to!” He laughed a little and swatted Hale’s ass as he was taken upstairs, only to be gently laid down on the bed. Usually, Hale would toss him, but not when Jessie was sick. It was sweet, and it warmed Jessie, who had often been too busy taking care of his siblings all his life to really get a minute to look after himself. 

Something like a barking laugh escaped Hale and then quieted as he began taking off Jessie’s work clothes for him. “Why not? If I got the muscle, I might as well use it to take care of my poor, adorable, sick boyfriend.” He teased and tossed Jessie’s work shirt into the hamper before leaning down to kiss over his chest, even giving a little nip. His lips linger a moment to trace the scars just below his pectorals with delicate flesh. Then he tugged his pants off, swapping them for extra soft sleep pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt. 

Then Hale changed too, out of his mess-soaked work shirt and mud, snow-soaked pants and into his usual boxers and t-shirt. Bastard always runs so warm, Jessie thought fondly as he watched Hale lovingly. As good as Hale looked in his Ranger uniform, Jessie definitely preferred him like this… relaxed and comfortable and with so much exposed skin that Jessie just wanted to sink his teeth into.

“Jes?” 

Hale’s voice suddenly broke through the hazy daydream he’d been having, and Jessie looked up to meet his boyfriend’s eyes. “Hmm?” The soft hum only irritates Jessie’s already sensitive sinuses, and his eyes water, squinting while his nostrils flare just before he throws an arm over his face. “IikisshHUE! Huh… ugh, sorry, babe.” 

There was a concerned look on the taller man’s face as he reached forward to cup Jessie’s cheek and jaw. “Bless you, puppy. Let me go get the fire started and bring you some soup. You get comfy in bed and just wait for me here.” He urged the slightly smaller of the two, gently pushing his boyfriend back towards the headboard.

It didn’t exactly take much to convince Jessie, who quickly slipped under the blankets while the wind outside their cabin howled. It wasn’t a drafty cabin by any means. Hale ensured that, but temperatures outside still made the ones inside plummet if there wasn’t some kind of heat source. Even the hairs on Hale’s body were starting to stand on end. “Go on, h-hhhandsome. I’ll behave.” 

Without another word, Hale pressed a soft kiss to Jessie’s forehead and padded downstairs. His bare feet were quiet on their old, worn wooden floorboards. It was a good twenty to twenty-five minutes before Hale returned with soup as the cabin began warming up. “I brought chicken dumpling. It was all we had in cans, and I figured you just wanted to eat and get back to sleep. Not wait ten years for me to try and make soup.” His voice was light and teasing, but they both knew Hale wasn’t fast in the kitchen. The silver wolf had once taken a kitchen job, and Jessie remembered what utter hell that had been.

Some old vices had risen to the surface uncomfortably quick with how stressed Hale had gotten, and they’d both agreed that line of work just wasn’t for him. Cooking at home when he had the time to do so was just much safer for everyone involved. 

Now though? As the other wolf brought a tray to him in bed, Jessie could practically see his tail wagging at a job well done of caring for his mate. “C’mere…” Jessie whined softly, making grabby hands at his boyfriend, who agreeably leaned closer so he could press their lips together. 

Hale let out a soft, appreciative hum at the kiss and melted right into it. Though he did still keep it short, “You’re gonna get me sick, pup.” He warned softly and kissed the very tip of Jessie’s nose, igniting a tickle in the irritated pink appendage. 

“T-thought you didn’t get siihh sick…” That tickle turned into a persistent buzz. Usually, Jessie wasn’t quite so sensitive, but his nose was always overly sensitive when he got colds. “H-Hih-Hale… I’m gonna…” They were still face to face, and suddenly Jessie felt a warm, callused hand grab his chin to tilt his face up as Hale straightened up.

A quiet but deep chuckle left the blonde, “You gotta ask if you want a tissue, puppy.”

Another dizzyingly sharp inhale sucked in through Jessie’s lips and nose as he hitched, “C-Can I hhiih… have a tiiiIKSHiew! Oh- Ixxkshhuh! HiiiIKSHiew!” Warm mess sprayed against Hale’s wrist and arm, leaving Jessie mortified as he tried to snuffle back the mess on his upper lip.

“Bless you,” Hale whispered and snatched a tissue from the box on the bedside table to bring it to Jessie’s face, gently swiping away the mess. It made Jessie’s pink and sensitive nostrils twitch, but he gave his nose a rough rub once Hale backed off to try and squash the tickle trying to resurface so soon. “Thagks…” Even so embarrassed, he leans into Hale’s touches. 

“Welcome,” Hale murmurs in response before kissing Jessie’s hairline softly. “And good boy asking for your tissue.”

Warmth flooded Jessie’s chest, and he smiled at the praise and closed his eyes to relish in it. That’s when a warm arm snakes around him and pulls him down into the bed. A congested little gasp slips from Jessie as he’s pressed to Hale’s warm chest, and a shiver rattles him from head to toe. “Holy shit, you’re like a god dabd furdace…”

A little snort of amusement left Hale, making some strands of Jessie’s hair dance as the warm gust of air tickled him. “Perks of being me, s’pose.” He mumbles and then pauses to yawn wide, giving Jessie a little squeeze as he does. Then he tugs the sheets and blankets up over them both. “Get some rest, sweetpup. I gotcha.”

The promise was one Hale made often, and Jessie needed to hear more than anything. He was safe, home, and his boyfriend was holding him close. Even if he felt like shit, they’d get through this. They always did, and they always would.

#snz #snz kink #snzblr #snzfic #original snz fic #oc snz #oc snz fic #oc snz stuff #hale hawthorn #jessie caddel #cold sneezes #tw mess #stuffy talk

[not-poignant]

Hi Pia!! All the posts you’ve made for STWD have really caught my interest, but I know absolutely nothing about Stardew Valley. Will that be a barrier if I try to read your fanfiction? The concepts look soooo interesting and I really want to read it, but I also hate being confused all the time lol.

Hi hi anon!!

You don't need to know anything about Stardew Valley!

There will be a few things in the story that are 'weird' (think like: 'oh this isn't how the real world works because this is game mechanics' - like a house being built in a few days lol), but otherwise this reads a lot like a contemporary story with original characters!

Because the game is mostly just about regular people living regular lives in a country town that's close to the sea, both of my SDV fics read a lot like original stories/novels, and so it should actually be pretty easy to just go in!

And if you have any questions you can always ask me here or in the comments :D I definitely think this won't be confusing like some of my other fanfics (The Beast that Chose its Own Bridle is probably the hardest one to to get into for that reason). I've had a lot of readers of my first Stardew fic say that it basically reads like a standalone original novel. And I think A Stain that Won't Dissolve will be similar.

It's definitely worth giving a try to see how you feel about it! I honestly think you'll know by the first chapter if it's going to be too confusing or not! <3

#asks and answers #a stain that won't dissolve #sdv fic #the best part about SDV really is that all the NPC characters are like fairly troped #so you have the 'goth nerd' #you have the 'blond skateboarding band player' #you have 'stuffy rich mayor' #you have 'exceedingly weird farmer' (that's the player character lmao) #you have 'athletic dropout' etc. #so hopefully these kinds of tropes will be enough to hook into and provide some familiarity :D

[layzeal]

hey do you ever think about how MAD Lan Wangji must have been post-Siege. like people talk about the Grieving, because of course he was grieving, but I don’t see as many people talk about how furious he must have been. like there’s him being shown first hand the rank hypocrisy of the cultivation world and how they killed Wei Wuxian and the Wen (and jeez, the fear he must have felt wondering what would happen if people were to find out Shizui was a Wen–) and then how they turned around and said that was Justice. how enraging would it be to hear them disparage Wei Wuxian and then without blinking use his inventions; just using Wei Wuxian while condemning him even after death. truly hanguang-jun is stronger than me, because I think I would go crazy.

ksdjfhjsdkfh in all fairness, i think the reason people don't really talk about lan wangji's rage after wwx's death is because we never actually see it. we watch him drink and harm himself with the wen brand in hopeless despair. we see his sadness, his grief, we see him drag his broken body to yiling and search for days for a single trace of wwx, the only thing forcing him to come back being the sickly little boy he found hiding in a tree... but we don't see him angry, resentful, or vengeful.

other than maybe towards jc, lwj doesnt outwardly show any resentment or disdain, and doesnt treat anybody differently. he isn't violent, and even at the immediate threat of losing wwx (ie the 33 elders) he only attacks them so they cannot impede him from escaping with wwx, it was a rational choice made with a clear goal in mind, he didn't snap. in the present, we watch how he simply removes himself from the situation altogether and chooses to help the common people with his own hands, rather than waste time with clan politics.

we KNOW he must be angry at that senseless injustice, but he simply has a different way of showing it. it's all inner brewing, which he answers by changing his actions, not by snapping with violence.

and thaaaat's exactly why wwx is OBSESSED with making lwj angry. because he sees all that self-restraint and emotion boiling behind that impassive face, and he wants to see it explode!! he wants lwj to never have to hold back with him. he knows lwj feels everything SO much but only allows his own actions to be calculated, so if he can tease him just in the right way to let those feelings explode in a positive manner that makes them both happy? well, call that therapy babyyy

#i WILL say that we DO see lwj snap with anger Once: the ancestral hall scene #and he was valid for that tbh #that's the closest we see to lwj's anger towards injustice and grief. and it was sexy as hell #u know how teenxian saw teenji's stuffy face and was like. i need to see him break #he was so correct #but yeah thats basically why i think there's a lack of ''what about lwj's rage'' in fics #we simply are not shown it. that's just not how he reacted to those events #it's how he FELT for sure. but not how he expressed it #that and theres a whole nuance to what he likely already expected to happen as soon as he left wwx at the foot of the mountain #modao #lace speaks

[deniigi]

Title: Shorn

Summary: Obi-Wan shaves his beard and there is great controversy in the hallway outside his quarters as the others await the reveal.

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And finally, finally the hiss of a door sounds. Kix has never been more grateful for General Kenobi in his life. He turns with relief in the center of his tongue, but it evaporates like sugar.

The person standing in the doorway of General Kenobi’s quarters is not General Kenobi.

“Woah,” Commander Tano says. “You look terrible.”

“Thank you, padawan,” the stranger says in exactly General Kenobi’s voice with his same accent, but with lips.

Visible lips. And moles. Visible moles.

“General,” CO Cody says. He salutes and the rest of his men follow his lead.

“At ease, Cody,” The impersonator sighs. “Is it that bad?”

“No sir,” CO Cody says without missing a beat. “It is nice to see you are refreshed, sir.”

General Skywalker curls his lips at him.

“Obi-Wan,” he starts.

“Refreshed is one way to put it,” General Kenobi (????) says. “Yes, Anakin?”

General Skywalker falters under the attention of his former-master. General Kenobi’s face is smooth now, and his lips turn down slightly at their corners in a manner that makes him look exhausted.

He has a deep dimple in his chin. Who knew?

“It’s nothing,” General Skywalker says.

CO Cody holds his gaze with a quirked brow. The General glowers.

“Nothing?” General Kenobi asks. “What’re you all doing here?”

“Awaiting your return, sir,” CO Cody says.

“It’s a fire hazard, Cody. In this hallway? I’m disappointed,” Kenobi says.

CO Cody inclines his head as if to say ‘and you’re very welcome.’ Kenobi studies him for a moment before the exhausted corners of his lips lift slightly.

“Well, get on with it,” he says. “How do I look? Be honest, Cody.”

“Like shit, sir,” CO Cody says from the chest.

“Handsome shit?” Kenobi asks.

“As a mule’s ass.”

Kenobi beams. CO Cody surveys him with nonchalance.

“Do you need guidance returning to the bridge, General?” he asks.

“Oh yes, I am helpless, dear. Downtrodden and traumatized. Please escort me.”

CO Cody nods and holds out his arm. General Kenobi threads his under it and allows CO Cody to take a few steps before turning back to take in General Anakin’s silent fuming.

“Anakin,” he says after a beat, “Please refrain from insulting my commander. I enjoy the privilege of status he allows me to feel every fortnight.”

The last nail slams into the coffin.

“If you are good, I will consider allowing you feel it tonight,” CO Cody says smoothly.

“Oh, dearest, you are too kind,” Kenobi croons. “Shall we clear the schedule?”

“Not on your life.”

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#fic #ficlet #codywan #there is nothing I live for more than for Obi-Wan and Cody to be locked in an endless loop of various roleplaying #my favorites are when Obi-Wan pretends to be a wealthy wife and Cody his long suffering husband #both of them pretending to be debutantes #both pretending to be stuffy old academics #Cody playing the role of dainty damsel #if its camp #if its over the top #if they manage to keep a straight face through it #it's perfect

[todayisafridaynight]

weh

#rgg #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku 7 #yakuza series #yakuza 7 #yakuza like a dragon #ryo aoki #masato arakawa #snap sketches #i dont know what happened but today i woke up dying #i never get sick but ive been stuffy and coughing all mornin #then again i read The Most Fic ive ever seen so i think i got sepsis from it :/// #anyway have to fill my quota of drawing aoki beat up #also i keep rewatching an amv my bestie made its taken over my brain #i have a comic drafted that i was going to do yesterday but i was too busy playing y3 to do it so #lets see if im alive later to do that LMAOOO #bye for now

[pillow-pupp]

id like to get more active in this community on here but I have trouble w active social interaction online :/ does anyone have ideas with how to talk more with followers and other blogs? i cld set up polls or ask games if u guys would be interested !! and id like to make more content, i can take requests for plush posts or make mood boards and stuff :0 what sounds good!!?

#pup posts #i just wanna see whats what!!! #and i wanna get more interactive #maybe make friends with mutuals #which btw mutuals feel free to dm me!! i do fb from snowydeskset #i might start taking agere fic rq as well?? if ppl would like that #idk if anyone who follows me on here has read any of my fic before #let me know!!! #non com agere #kidcore #agedre #agere #babycore #nostalgiacore #plush #sfw agere #toycore #stuffies

[snootlestheangel]

Thistle

"These days when I'm on the brink of the edge/ I remember the words that you said/ 'Remember the life you led'/ You'd say 'Oh suck it all up, don't get stuck in the mud, thinking of all the things that you should have done'/ I'll see you again my loved one" (Lyrics from Wrecked by Imagine Dragons) An operation goes horribly, leaving Kyle "Gaz" Garrick to suffer the consequences.

****Serious content warning****: Major Character Death, gore, depictions of torture, hurt/no comfort

Experimenting with my writing a bit. Keep seeing things saying we need more Gaz angst in COD fics so here ya go. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION! I cried while writing this, okay?

Gaz has never been superstitious. Not a day in his life had he ever given any heed to the warnings and riddles of those around him. He had a poor relationship with faith, and he always believed that if the universe was created by something intelligent, then he'd be better off just living life like the ant he was designed to be. Never once did he believe himself special by any means, but he certainly believed that each person could impact the world around them. He watched this happen in his grandmother, who despite all her ailments, never once stopped being kind, never once stopped giving of herself and the resources at her disposal. She had saved so many lives in such little ways, and Kyle witnessed this firsthand on more than one occasion. So he went on to believe that he may not solve all the world's problems, but he could at least be a change in someone else's life. 

It's this belief that landed him in this situation. Broken, bruised, and bearing a pain no medication could ease.

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Just a week prior, the team had received a new assignment. There was nothing out of the ordinary. A simple extraction of a target with little resistance expected. Gaz wasn't worried. He and Soap even secured plans for drinks afterwards, hoping to rope the captain in. 

But the first sign of trouble was when Ghost got back from his assignment. It wasn't unusual for the lieutenant to commit to several assignments back-to-back, as work was something that was seemingly the only thing keeping the man together. This time, however, Ghost had to be medevac'd back to base. He had been caught by an unaccounted for civilian in the area, and it was his attempt to get them away from harm that cost him. Gaz never saw the injury prior to surgery, but he was told by Price that it didn't look good, that Ghost's knee clearly looked wrong. 

And in that same week, Ghost was medically discharged. Fortunately, for Ghost, he and Soap had solidified their relationship just over a year prior, and he had a warm welcome home in Scotland awaiting him. Soap clearly wasn't happy about the entire situation, and he kept anxiously pacing about during their prep. He was promised time to go home and help care for his husband when they returned, but he always scowled at the thought of a return. Gaz listened as Soap angrily hissed at Price that he shouldn't go. That he should be joining Ghost at home for the time being. That they were cursed. Price had brushed him off, at least that's what Gaz assumed. Price had told him to leave it be, to not bring it up again. Gaz should have known that was Price's way of admitting his feelings to be the same but that saying something out loud would only seal their fate. 

Gaz should have known then that something in the universe was out for blood. He didn't want to linger on what Ghost's injury meant for their upcoming assignment.

He was not superstitious, after all. 

The second sign of trouble was when they landed. When Gaz nearly twisted his ankle in a puddle that was deeper than it appeared. He cursed up a storm under his breath, and ignored the worried frown on Soap's face. Even Price had tensed when Gaz lost balance. The team had shared a knowing look, a single word crossing all their minds despite Gaz's adamant refusal to believe it.

Cursed.

The third and final warning Gaz should have heeded was when Soap handed him something. It was an old little tin box and inside was a single thistle. Gaz refused it. He knew the thistle, despite being a little old flower, held a great significance for the Scot. It was the first little gift Ghost had ever given him, and Soap often referred to it as his lucky charm. Gaz was adamant he shouldn't accept the gift. He was fine, it was just a puddle, there was no need to panic. Soap refused to listen to him, muttering something in Scots under his breath as he shoved the tin box into a pocket in Gaz's vest. Gaz didn't fight back, however. Not as Soap placed a hand against where he put the thistle, not when Soap leaned into him and listened to him breathe. No, he didn't fight back when Soap wrapped a hand around the back of Gaz's neck and touched their foreheads together, whispering a plea for him to be safe. 

"We'll be okay, brother." Gaz had whispered back, and Soap nodded as he pulled away. Such a soft, yet fragile smile; a look cursed with knowledge no human should have. Gaz fought back the ever-growing fear building in his stomach as he pondered what Soap knew that he didn't. 

But Gaz was being the fool. He knew damn well what Soap knew.

He just wasn't superstitious. 

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Gaz may not have been superstitious still, but he's found a bit of faith again. He was whispering prayers under his breath, broken pleas to a deity he wasn't sure is listening. Desperate promises fell from his lips as tears flowed freely down his face. The only thing to do in a situation like this is to pray and cry. He could do nothing but find faith that somewhere in the universe exists a being kind enough to put an end to this misery. To wrap its hands around the wounds and heal them.

Gaz refused to put his head down. He refused to pull his attention away from the morbid scene before him. He refused to abandon his friend, not in this way.

Another slash. Soap barely made a noise in response, the only thing out of his bruised and swollen lips being a whimper of pain. Blood dripped from his mouth, fat drops pooling on the dark floor before him. His pants were stained red around the waist, his vest missing, allowing Gaz a perfect view of all the deep cuts marring his chest. A wheeze escaped Soap as their captors removed him from his bonds, allowing him to fall slack on the floor. Gaz remained motionless, staring at the broken, bloody body of his friend.

Soap weakly lifted his head, his blue eyes bloodshot and one surrounded by a worsening bruise. He smiled softly at Gaz, almost as someone would smile to a child to ensure them that everything is fine, that there's nothing to worry about.

But Gaz knew. Gaz knew the truth.

Chaos erupted around them as the doors suddenly blew open, the familiar yet disturbing thrum of gunfire following suit. But Gaz never took his eyes off Soap, never could be bothered to learn who their supposed saviors were. He let someone untie him, but he didn't give them the chance to examine his injuries. He bolted the second he was free.

Nothing could stop the sobs now as Gaz collapsed onto the ground by Soap's side. The Scot had been moved to his back, and there was a medic tending to his wounds.

But Gaz knew. He knew no amount of luck could replace the blood, no amount of luck could stitch him back together. Nothing could bring him back.

"Soap, mate, it's okay. You've got to get home, yeah?" Gaz sobbed as he leaned over Soap, doing his best to keep tears from falling on the other. Soap doesn't respond, merely weakly wheezes as he smiles again.

Soap can't respond, Gaz knows.

The wounds are too deep.

There's so much blood.

A cold touch to his cheek. Gaz is forced to look at those beautiful blue eyes, those eyes that were once so full of life and hope, of joy and mischief. Eyes that have dulled, bloody and tainted by the sins of others.

Darkened by death's shadow.

"Soap, please mate-" Gaz choked out as Soap's fingers gently trailed his cheek before falling limp. Sobs rattled Gaz as he leaned forward, his forehead touching the cold, clammy one of his friend. Of his brother-in-arms. Of the man who grounded him, kept him sane and loved.

A shudder and now nothing.

Gaz can't move. He prayed over and over, the words mixing with tears and spit as he weakly sobbed against the other's shoulder. He prayed for someone to wrap this man in the same loving manner that Simon did. To wrap this man in the love and care he so selflessly gave to others. Gaz prayed for someone to let him rest, to pay him back for all the kindness he lived by.

Gaz prayed that Soap died knowing he had done good. That everything that made him Soap was good.

Rough hands grabbed at Gaz, pulled on his shoulders and tried to pry him away from Soap.

How dare they? How dare they make him leave Soap behind? What will he say to Simon? How can he stand to look that man in the eye when he should have stayed by Soap's side? It's unfair, unjust and downright cruel to make Gaz leave.

So he fought. He screamed and cursed, thrashed his limbs against the one pulling him away. Away from a life not deserved to be lost. Away from the way things once were. He fought against the person dragging him into a dark world, a future without a light. He couldn't recognize the voice in his ear, pleading with him.

He didn't want to. He didn't want to acknowledge the way the captain kept him trapped in his arms. He didn't want to acknowledge the tears that mixed with his once he was pulled to Price's chest. He didn't want to acknowledge the sob that left them both once Gaz stopped fighting.

"Let him go, son. Let him go." Price whispered against Gaz, voice broken despite the strength in which he hugged Gaz.

"No, please-" Gaz broke off with a sob as he was suddenly pushed away from the safety of Price's hold. He never wanted to see his captain cry.

"We need to leave. Please, Gaz, not you too." The captain whispered as more tears fell from his eyes. Gaz stifled his sobs as he nodded, wiping carelessly at his runny nose as he focused. Focused on breathing, on surviving for the one that couldn't.

"How do we get out of here?" Gaz asked, and Price led him, along with a several others, towards a door. He paused, peering past it before snapping back and growling in frustration.

"Shit."

"We're not gonna make it, are we?" Someone asked, yet Gaz didn't pay mind to whom. He had let his gaze drift back towards Soap's lifeless body, no choice but to leave it be.

"Not all of us are. Sergeant, take everyone and go. I'll cover." Price's orders broke through Gaz's muddled thoughts, and he nearly threw up at the thought.

"No, absolutely not." Gaz refused, his hands clenching into fists at his side. Price stared him down, leaving no room for argument before he spoke again.

"You have your orders, Sergeant. I'll lead him home." Price whispered, eyes flicking to Soap. Gaz let out a sob, a firm salute raising his arm. The others followed suit, and Gaz maintained his cool until Price reciprocated. He was suddenly pulled back towards the captain's chest, a firm kiss placed on his temple.

"Make it home, Kyle." With that, Price pushed Gaz away, his face dark as his intentions became set in stone.

Gaz ran. He couldn't watch himself lose another friend.

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Gaz is still not superstitious.

His faith is lackluster, yet he still prays each night that the innocent blood on his hands will be cleaned by morning. That he won't be haunted by eyes of blue, young and full of life. That he won't be haunted by stormy eyes, wise beyond their years and full of trust. He prays he won't face the pain again, that he will sleep peacefully knowing their souls rest together.

So now he sits. Broken, beaten, and in a pain no medication can ease. Now he endures the torturous journey to Scotland. A journey that will only end in him losing everything. Losing the last one, a man already so broken this news would surely kill him.

And Gaz knows he won't blame Simon if he decides to hate him. To cast him out of his life. To let him suffer the pain he's caused everyone.

There's a cold sensation burning through his pocket. A little metal tin digging into his side. The physical manifestation of a man he once admired, once thought of as unstoppable. A powerful force of energy and life, now reduced to cold, lifeless ashes.

And inside, a single thistle burns his heart.

#kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #captain john price #john price #soapghost #call of duty #call of duty fanfic #gaz call of duty #gaz cod #gaz mw2 #hurt/no comfort #angst with no happy ending #i hurt the sweet one #gaz angst fic #major character death #y'all can yell at me it's okay #i cried while writing this #*hands tissues a stuffie and water* #might be a bit ooc for Price but *shrugs*

[killuaisaprincess]

⭐️⭐️💕⭐️⭐️

#;windy’s edit #hxh #killua #hunter x hunter #HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY PRINCESS 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧🤧🙏🙏🙏 #GONS PRINCESS #MY BABEY #LITTLE PRINCESS KI 🙏🤧😭🥺😤😤 #WAHHHHH KIS SO CUTE #PROTECT HIS SMILE #PRECIOUS #I was supposed to make this edit long ago in correlation with my fic Cavity! BUT THIS WORKS WELL FOR HIS B DAY 🥺😭🫶 #AND I WANNA MAKE ANOTHER FIC IDC #GIVE KI ALL THE STUFFIES IN THE WORLD NOW 😭🥺🥺🥺🤧🤧🤧 #I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 🥺😭😭😭

[cheeriecherry]

NOW WEIRD FRIEND ROOMMATE TO LOVER

The rest of the semester is calm, relatively speaking. School is still school - your baseline stress levels are noticeably higher than they usually are- but the rest of your life is…good. You and Viktor have fallen into a comfortable routine, helping each other study and meeting up for coffee and lunch a couple times a week; even your sleep schedules have improved, lest one of you gets scolded by the other for ‘keeping the light on’ and ‘making too much noise, Viktor I’m trying to sleep’. You wouldn’t consider him your friend by now though - no, you’d consider him your best friend. In such a short period of time, he’s become a staple in your everyday life: someone you can turn to when you’re worried about something, someone you can share senseless midnight giggles with, someone you can tell your darkest secrets to.

Which is why it’s so upsetting when you start to get nervous around him. Your friendship had been tentative in the beginning, especially after he acted like such a prat towards you, but this feels different. It doesn’t feel like suspicion or an unwillingness to put yourself out there, quite the opposite, really. You’re more enthused than usual when you get to see him, and you find yourself thinking of him often. Viktor makes you feel warm and fuzzy and content in your life, and you wouldn’t be upset in the slightest if you got to spend the rest of your days with him - oh.

The realization hits you like a bag of bricks, in the middle of winter, halfway through one of your morning classes. One moment you’re taking notes and barely paying attention to the lecture, and the next, a wave of warmth is roiling through your body and you tense so hard that your pencil snaps. Thankfully no one notices, or if they do, they don’t care. You’re grateful for that fact, because you’re not sure if you could handle being scrutinized at the moment; not after realizing something like that. You’re in love with your roommate and best friend, or at least you have very strong romantic feelings for him. You don’t get much work done afterwards, the words of your professor being drowned out by your own thoughts.

Over the next couple days, you become more and more agitated. You try to act normal, as if nothing is amiss, but you know that Viktor is starting to catch on that something is up. You’ve canceled your lunch plans twice now, and you’ve only studied together once - you’ve even been avoiding him in the mornings by waking up extremely early and running off to the library ‘to get some extra reading in’. He doesn’t press on the matter, blessed be him, but you can tell that he’s confused and a little hurt: you want to tell him, but…why would he feel the same way? You’ve tried to play the scenario out in your head, try and find some loophole in reality where he’d actually feel something for you, but so far, every little daydream has ended the same way - either in rejection, or the complete obliteration of your friendship. But like most things you’ve experienced, life has a way of kicking you in the ass when you’re already down - rather, a snowstorm rolls in and drops an unholy amount of ice on the city, effectively shutting down most businesses and places of work: the Academy included. You come to this revelation when you wake up one morning to light coming in the bedroom window, which decidedly should not be happening, considering you’d set your wrist alarm for four thirty. You blearily sit up to check your watch, and shiver violently when the blankets fall from your shoulders. “Do not worry about the time,” Viktor says from the desk across the room, “classes, lectures, and assignments have been postponed until the weather improves.” You glance out the window and then at the clock on your wrist, crinkling your nose. As if reading your mind, your friend continues, “So, wherever it is you’ve been disappearing to in order to avoid me, it’s probably closed for the time being.” Your stomach sinks, and you flop back down in bed, pulling the covers back up to your neck. How were you going to survive however many days, alone, with the man you’re completely in love with?

#shitty roommate viktor #okay i know im taking my sweet ass time with this #but im definitely going to write more #i just had to include snow #i love snow #winter is the only season im not stuffy #and we have so many skiing tracks where i live #cross country and downhill! #viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #arcane x reader #five somethings prompts #but also its kind of a fic at this point whoops

[mariatesstruther]

okay hear me out modern au where Tommy and Maria first meet in a club in their 20s and they bump into each other while dancing and just start dancing together and they just hit it off but in the end they both forget to give each other their numbers so both of them go back to the same club the next week to hopefully meet each other again (also Tess and Maria definitely go clubbing together because I love them as best friends)

cowboy!!!! yes yes YES i LOVE this. and u could extend this meet-cute into like a whole thing where tommy and maria keep trying to meet at the club and exchange information, but something gets in the way everytime!!!! kid emergency!!! bar fight!!! cocaine bear on the loose!!! zombie apocalypse—who knows????

im thinking the first time, tess drags maria to a bar she likes because she’s been trying to get the attention of this hot dilfy guy at the bar, but he’s always tailing along with his friend. by tess’s design, maria and tommy meet and and hit it off and dance (to maria maria by santana) the night away. they fall in love and decide they want to go home together, so maria goes to the bathroom—but joel randomly comes up and is like “tommy, hey sorry selena’s mom called, sarah had a nightmare and she wants us both to pick her up, we gotta go” and in true miller dad-uncle panic they BOLT. by the time maria comes back, tess is like “idk dude, mine got a call so they had to go. seemed like an emergency. bummer” and they assume thats that

on the flip side: everythings okay with sarah, but after tommy and joel tuck her in tommy’s suddenly just like “fuck—fuck!!!!!” and joels like “what? what???” and he’s like “i didn’t get her number :(:(:(:( fuck” and so joel’s like “it’s okay, i see her friend there all the time” and so tommy’s like “omg :D do you have her friends number?” “well… no” “joel… what the fuck man.” so they make a plan to go back next week with the hopes of at least seeing tess and getting maria’s number from there—tommy also wants to get tess’s number for joel, but he doesn’t need to know that

little do THEY know, tess and maria are already plotting for next weekend. they show up to that bar looking fine as FUCK—they quite literally turn heads walking through the door. of course the miller brothers are there, sitting in a booth all the way in the back and waiting, making eyes. tess and maria are not shy, so they start making their way over. unfortunately, some drunk asshole decides to try to get handsy with tess on her way there—which results in her punching him in the face, which results in him trying to punch her in the face. she dodges, of course, but it starts a full-on bar brawl that the miller boys jump into without hesitation (joel manages to tackle and land a few good ones on og drunk asshole too so. slay.). none of them get arrested or anything, but they definitely don’t get eachother numbers on account of joel and tommy having to duck the cops

so i guess they gotta keep trying ;)

#missed connections au #honestly idk how i would even end this i think its so fun to imagine scenarios where some shit goes down and the bar has to scatter 😭 #tess calling joel her miller > #idk how joel turned into a shy type in this au but he did and i think itd be so cute #shameless flirt tess and shy nerdy dad joel who’s majorly oblivious?????? cmon #and then stuffy upcoming lawyer type maria who wants to be partner before shes 30 #meeting veteran tommy who spends his days taking care of his niece working with his brother and being a good mf man #he just wants to watch her be great and talk about her achievements and explain stuff to him #hes very complimentary to her yet insecure and one of these meetups she finds out hes a literal human calculator #like is crazy good at multiplication. she just spends all night giving him rando equations and checking them with her calculator #they are just sexy geniuses i love them #his ultimate goal is to take her on a proper date and maybe cook for her #it takes maybe 5 bar meetups for that to happen #one time is just gonna be them sitting and talking for so long that they just forget about numbers bc it feels like they have them already #i dont imagine maria having a son in this au tbh #this could def be a whole fic lmfao #tysm for this cowboy what a treat #sorry it took me long i wanted to edit typos!!!! #asked and answered #tlou #tlou au #the tipsy bison #tommy x maria #tess x joel

[sunsetsnz]

reassurance

summary: seph is having a hard time with the flu, and jonathan is there to console him through a particularly rough moment.

notes: sfw, some swearing. there isn’t actually much snz in this (technically two?) but there is plenty of illness/whump/comfort if you’re into that <3

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Seph reaches for his water bottle in its usual place on the nightstand to attempt a sip. He winces. The cool water is momentarily soothing, but with his inflamed throat and swollen lymph nodes, swallowing is torture.

He's curled up in a miserable ball of infection in his own bed, head pounding with dull congestion, stuffed up to hell and back, shivers and aches running through him like tremors before an earthquake. He hasn't had the flu in quite a few years, and it's hitting him like a fucking train.

The arm nestled around his shoulders belongs to one Jonathan Dempsey, who’s watching this with quiet concern and trying his best to be subtle about it. His slightly bushy brows furrow when Seph swallows and whimpers, visibly in pain. His free hand reaches up to tuck a stray braid behind Seph's ear.

“I'm sorry, I know it hurts…”

Seph’s heart sinks in his chest. He feels so utterly pathetic right now he could cry, but he doesn’t want to look ridiculous in front of Jonathan.

“It’s dot your fault,” he croaks. Fuck, talking really hurts too.

They've been trying to watch a shared comfort movie in bed with the lights dimmed, at Seph's request, because anything bright physically hurts. Except it's not helping much tonight…nothing seems to be. His head is swimming too much to concentrate, he's shivering and sweating and nothing feels comfortable no matter what position he's in. He just feels…absolutely wretched and useless.

“I know,” Jonathan murmurs. “I just wish I could do more for you.”

With a weak sigh, Seph buries his aching face in his boyfriend’s fisherman sweater. It’s about the only thing bringing him any kind of comfort right now. Jonathan hugs him to his chest, rubbing his nose on the fuzzy sections of hair where each twist braid begins.

Seph loves having such a human pillow for a boyfriend, always wearing soft clothes and down to cuddle…but being touched and held in this state is reminding him just how gross and repulsive he looks and feels. It’s not the first time Jonathan has seen Seph ill, but he’s never been this bad in front of him before.

The irony of all this is not lost on Seph, either. He’s fully aware of how stupid these feelings are, considering his own kink, and how into Jonathan’s sneezes, allergies and colds he always is. It’s certainly never put him off. But he still can’t help the way he feels about himself, and it makes him feel even more pathetic.

The truth is that he honestly doesn't really want anyone to see or perceive him like this…even Jonathan. Especially Jonathan.

Yet here he is, lying in his partner's arms, snotting and breathing his contagiousness all over him. Shame and disgust begin to bubble up inside him as he thinks about how disgusted by him Jonathan probably is right now.

He starts to pull away from the embrace, and is met with a perplexed look.

“What's wrong?”

“I—” Seph's voice catches dangerously. Wearily he closes his eyes, knowing he has no strength to keep his emotions at bay right now but still trying to fight it anyway. “I just—”

Sitting up further, Jonathan nods for him to go on.

“I feel disgustig,” he eventually chokes out, hot tears pricking his eyes.

Jonathan looks confused again for a fraction of a second. When he realises that Seph means it literally, his face falls. “Wait, what?” He reaches out, touching Seph's knee. “You’re not! Oh, Seph, of course you're not.”

Humiliated by his own vulnerability, Seph turns away from him. “I'b sorry. You shouldd't even be anywhere near be right now...”

“Please don’t say that.”

“Sittig here, breathig all over you…it's gross. I'll make you sick, too.”

Shaking his head, Jonathan frowns. “You know I don't care about that.”

Back still turned, Seph's shoulders slump, voice cracking as the first of a stream of tears spills over and escapes down his cheek. “Well I do.”

Jonathan's entire being softens. Taking a second to pause the movie, he turns his full attention back to him with gentle determination. “Babe, look at me.”

For a moment, the only response he gets is a sniffle.

“Please…”

Wiping his eyes, Seph reluctantly half-turns his body to face him again. His warm brown skin tone is almost ashen, nose running helplessly, teardrops clinging to his eyelashes. He looks so miserable, it's breaking Jonathan's heart.

“You are not disgusting, Seph. Not at all,” Jonathan urges softly, cupping his damp cheek in his palm and brushing away a stray tear with his thumb. “I don't think that, and I'm not letting you believe that either, not for one second. If you don't want me to touch you, that's completely okay, but if it's because you think I'm grossed out, then you're astronomically wrong.”

Seph briefly meets his eyes, a shaky breath escaping his parted lips. “You're dot just sayig that?”

“I'm not.” Leaning in, Jonathan presses their foreheads together, their noses, their lips. “I love you, no matter what condition you're in.”

This seems to be exactly what Seph needed to hear, because his eyes flutter closed with an exhausted sigh. Wordlessly his fingers wrap around Jonathan's wrist, another tear streaking down his cheek.

Jonathan smiles gently, closing his eyes with him. “It's okay to be sick, y'know. It's okay to feel shitty. You're not superhuman, and nobody expects you to be. Least of all me.” He presses a kiss to Seph's burning forehead, murmuring against his skin. “You helped me feel less embarrassed and gross about the things that are out of my control — I'm gonna do the same for you.”

Seph simply nods, letting Jonathan hold him while he calms down, which is answer enough for Jonathan.

As emotions begin to wind down, he reaches for the handkerchief that lives in his pocket and dutifully dabs at his lover's tear-stained face and leaking nostrils. The motion seems to stir up Seph’s oversensitive nose, though, because his breath starts to hitch.

“Heh—heh—!”

Quickly Jonathan clamps the handkerchief over the twitching nose before him, right as Seph explodes into a messy double sneeze.

“—yyISSHUHH! T’ISSCHH-uhhh…”

Jonathan cringes as Seph clutches at his throat in pain once more, shuddering and sighing. Gently he mops his nose for him a second time. “There you go.”

Finally, after allowing himself back into Jonathan's arms and having pressed play on the movie once again, Seph finds his words.

“Sorry for beig such a mess,” he muffles, curling against his chest. Breaking down like that was embarrassing…but he can work on being more okay with that, after he recovers from this nasty flu. Despite the humiliation, it did feel good to let it out to Jonathan and to feel so safe and comforted in return. If it had to happen in front of anyone, he's really glad it was him.

A soft hum comes from atop his head, where Jonathan's chin rests gently. “No more apologising, okay?”

For the first time tonight, Seph's mouth quirks up into the tiniest of smiles. “Okay.”

“Good.” He can't see Jonathan's expression, but he can hear the smile in his voice too. “And no more talking for a while. I can hear how much it hurts to talk, so…rest your throat, love.”

Nodding against his chest, Seph murmurs sleepily in agreement.

“One last thig,” he whispers, reaching up to grasp Jonathan's hand in his own.

“Mm?”

There are many words floating around Seph’s tired mind, all of the sentiments he wishes he could adequately express sitting on the tip of his tongue: Thank you. I'm sorry. I don't deserve you. But he settles on the most important one, the only one that truly encompasses everything he wants to tell him.

“…I really love you.”

He feels Jonathan pull back just a little, and looks up to see that half-grin of his that feels like a patch of warm sunshine all on its own. It's not going to cure him tonight, but it sure isn't hurting.

“I love you too. And I'm not going anywhere.”

#oc: seph jones 🌺 #oc: jonathan dempsey 🍂 #whenever i'm feeling really shitty it always helps to picture my ocs feeling shitty #not sure how i feel about this now that it's done #sometimes u just gotta write something you need to hear yourself #i hope i didn’t overdo it on the stuffy talk? or underdo it? #tried not to make it immersion-breaking #sunset writes #sunset ocs #snz #snz kink #snzfucker #snzblr #snzfic #snz fic #cold kink #coldfucker #coldfucker fic #sick fic #sickfic