#“i wanna give him a bowl of soup and wrap him in a blanket”

[biblicallyaccurateangeloncrack]

so i started the penacony quest, loving it so far ! but Sunday is NOT beating the ayato allegations

[sanicmaster]

I wanna wrap Vol 3 Rocket up in a warm blanket like a burrito and give him a bowl of hearty soup

[cybrpwup]

ꜱɪᴄᴋ || ʏᴜᴍɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Yumi x reader !

content warnings; none summary; yumi is sick :( Requested?; no

"Helloo" I open the door to the group house and step inside. The house seemed still and everything was silent. usually the boys were up and about and definitely never this quiet. "Blake?" I call out once more and hear a very quiet groan coming from up the stairs.I climb the stairs and approach the door and knock lightly and another groan comes from the other side of the door, "Blake?" I open the door and see my boyfriend bundled up in his covers. I almost couldn't tell he was there he was almost completely covered in blankets, only his faced poked out from underneath. "Oh my god, Blake it's... " I glance at the time on my phone, "1:00 pm, you need to get out of bed" I pester him and he just groans again. "Blake, don't ignore me" stepping closer to him I can see his cheeks are red and his forhead glistens with sweat. "Oh no..." I reach my arm towards him and feel his forehead with the back of my hand, "You're sick, why didn't you tell me?"He shifts to sit up, "sorry I didn't wanna bother you, I knew you'd wanna take care of me" I squint my eyes at him, "damn right I would, wait here" I walk out quickly and hear him sigh.

I enter the kitchen and look in the cupboards, "yes! perfect" I grin and grab a can of chicken noodle soup from off the shelf. Fortunately I know the kitchen like the back of my hand, and I locate a can opener and a small pot.Once I'm done making the soup I bring it into the bedroom, I also brought with me cold medicine. "Sit up I made you soup" he looks over at me and smiles, "thanks." he laughs and reaches for the bowl but I grab it away "baby no, you don't need to feed yourself" I flash a grin and bring the spoon to his mouth. "Y/n I'm not a child, I can feed myself" his voice sounded raspy due to his nose being plugged.

"You're sick, just relax" I pout and he sighs, bringing his mouth to the spoon and eating the warm soup. "See that wasn't so bad" I giggle and ruffle his hair already very messy hair."so where is everyone? they left you here sick and alone." I pouted my bottom lip as I slid his hair off his forehead and placed a kiss. "Nick, Larry and Tanner are vlogging I think and Isaac is probably in his room." He answered Once he's done eating all of the soup I give him medicine and get a warm cloth to put on his head. "Ok get some rest, the sooner you feel better the sooner we can cuddle again".

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Yumi had been tossing and turning in bed for an hour and I couldn't watch him roll around anymore. I had been sitting at his desk watching over him. I walk over to his bed and look down at his face. Even though he looked uncomfortable he still looked really cute. He was so pretty.I lift the covers and crawl in beside him before he can object. He makes a startled noise and I wrap my arms around him, aswell as my legs around his. "Y/n you're gonna get sick" he tries to pull away but I hold onto him, "if you get me sick you can take care of me" I mutter into his chest and he finally wraps his arms around me. "Ok but don't say I didn't warn you" I can hear his smile and I run my fingers through the back of his fluffy hair, as he pulls me into a fervent kiss, long and full of emotion making us smile against each other before pulling away as he softly drags his thumb against my bottom lip.

He opened his mouth to say something but was quickly cut off by a knock at his door; The boys had come back home. Yumi got up from his spot with a groan and opened the door. I stood up after him, standing behind the door listening to Isaac say something about a capybara. I peeked my head around the door to see Larry holding up a t-shirt with a sloth on it only for Yumi to proceed to rip the shirt in half, "oh my. . ." I finally spoke, stepping out of the doorway and finally being noticed by the other guys "Y/n!" Nick pointed the camera at you "I'm sorry we didn't mean to disturb" He teased and the others joined in. "Grow up, idiots." I shot back, feeling Yumi squeeze my hand; he wanted to go back to bed. I turn to him for a moment, silently letting him know he can go back in and I'll be right behind him, "Wait before you go, Y/n," Larry runs down the stairs before quickly climbing back up them with a stuffed shark, "this guy is for you." He holds it out to me like it's a ring and he's just proposed, "oh shit, thanks. hes so cute i love him." I hold him in front of my face before pulling it into my chest. eventually I return to the room after telling everyone to quiet down and let my beloved sleep. he reaches out his arms and make grabby hands at me, I comes closer and he pulls me down on him. I throw the plush behind him and wrap my arms around his middle. He places a kiss on my forehead as i rest my head on his chest. "Once you're feeling better we should do something" I suggest running my fingers through his brown curly hair, he hums in response sleepily and we lay in silence, though it wasn't too late I knew he needed the sleep.His breathing gets slower after a while of laying together. He's fallen asleep, so I switch off the TV, that had been playing SpongeBob, and kiss the top of his head, smiling at his sleeping form. Pulling out my phone I take a picture of him laying on me since it was really cute. Eventually, my eyes begin drooping and my head is harder to keep held up so I put down my phone beside me, Yumi squeezes me slightly and soon I fall asleep too.

[wooahaes]

“be more careful.”, “you’re going to get sick.”, “i think we’re soulmates.” with joshua please? 😸

the act of caring for another

pairing: non-idol!fiance!joshua x gn!reader

prompt: 6 + 20 + 45 from these prompts!

word count: 0.6k~

warnings: reader is sick. soft shua. no proofreading, intentional lowercase.

daisy’s notes: ok ngl... writing this made me a lil sleepy  

joshua hong, self-proclaimed expert of those he loved, knew that you were a thousand times more stubborn whenever you were sick. that was why he always took the opportunity to baby you more. otherwise you’d end up like this: sitting on the floor, watching him change the bed sheets because you spilled soup everywhere.

(to be fair, he pulled a chair aside for you to sit in. you just refused to budge from your spot with one of the only clean blankets wrapped around your shivering form.)

“joshy,” you whined from your spot as he wiped down the mattress protector. that’d been his idea after you spilled your tea once, just to ensure that it wouldn’t happen again. “i’m sorry.”

he paused from where he’d been reaching for the fitted sheet to unravel, turning back to look at you. you were pouting, and he had to fight back a smile at how cute you could be. “it’s okay,” he crouched down, reaching for your hands instead. he pulled you forward, at first just to plant a kiss on the top of your head. “just... be more careful from now on, okay? tell me if you don’t feel good.”

“but i’m fine,” you whined. despite your protests, you let him pull you up to your feet. “i just... dropped the bowl by accident.”

he’d seen the way your hands shook for a moment, and he knew it was a lie. another downplay of how awful you felt. wordlessly, joshua pushed you toward the chair, letting you settle down. getting you back into bed would be easier if you were sitting higher up.

“i wouldn’t mind feeding you,” he said. “that’s what husbands are for, right?”

the tiniest smile crossed your lips as you looked up at him. “you’re not my husband yet, joshy.”

he ignored the urge to kiss you then and there. as if you didn’t call him your husband when the two of you were with strangers, always dropping the word so casually because you knew how giddy it made him. he’d referred to you as his spouse before, too. ever the dutiful lover, joshua turned away from you to focus on making up your bed again. the sooner it was done, the sooner you could rest... and the sooner he could have you back in his arms, once he gave you your medicine.

it was easy enough to go through the tiring habit of making your bed (something joshua always preferred to do with you, just to share the work and lessen the load), to start the washer to remove the stains, to give you your medicine once you were tucked underneath your layers of blankets. taking care of you would always be the easiest thing for him to do, if he was honest, even when it seemed tiring.

(”it’s easy because i love you,” he had said the last time you were sick. “it’s always easier for people like that, y’know?”)

he’d reached out for you, expecting for you to do the usual when you were sick: fold yourself into his arms and tease him about how he was oh so clearly in love with you. yet this time, you pulled away. before he could question it, you looked up at him as he leaned over you.

“you’re going to get sick,” you whined a little, already looking as though you were about to nod off. “i don’t wanna make you sick...”

he snuggled in anyway. “i don’t get sick. it’s fine,” he pressed a kiss into your neck. “you should sleep if you want to.”

after a moment, you cuddled closer to him, pressing your warm lips against his arm. he listened to the way your breathing grew slower with fatigue, your head drooping against the pillow.

“shua?” you mumbled at one point, not quite asleep yet. “i think we’re soulmates.”

he’d smiled as he kissed your shoulder once more, before snuggling in for a nap with you. “i think so, too.”

[jadedvibes]

Always (I)

Summary: One last bonfire at the beach with your friends before graduation brings to light feelings Bucky didn't fully realize he had – too bad it's too late.

Pairing: best friend!Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff, dancing, lots of feels, angst, swearing, pet names.

Word Count: 1.5k

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This was exactly what you’d needed, a calm night at the beach with friends, sitting around a cozy fire, talking about nothing and everything, eating delicious s’mores without a worry in the world. 

Life had been a lot lately and you cherished the moments where you got to pretend that you didn’t carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, or more specifically the pressures of graduation. As you looked around the bonfire at Nat, Sam, Steve, Wanda, and Bucky, you felt truly grateful for your solid friend group. You had all grown so incredibly close throughout the last four years and you knew no matter what they’d always play a big role in your life. 

The full moon casted a ghostly glow over the ocean, and even though the sun had set, you could still see everyone perfectly thanks to the bright shine above. With limited time left together, you all decided to have one last beach trip before finals and the stresses to come.

Your friends were in a playful but heated debate over whether a bowl of cereal was technically soup when Bucky nudged you. 

“Do you wanna go for a walk?” he asked with a soft smile. “I have a feeling this isn’t going to end anytime soon.” 

Nodding your head, you placed your hand in his and let him help you up off your beach blanket. When your pals got started, you never knew how long their silly debates would last. 

“Be back in a few,” you said to the group, but they didn’t seem to notice. Sam shouted something about milk being a broth and you shook your head, smirking at Bucky. 

Linking your arm with his, you strolled a bit closer towards the edge of the water. The tides were high, and the waves appeared luminous in the moonlight. As a cold breeze washed over your cheeks, you leaned into Bucky for a little more warmth, missing the smile that graced his lips when you did that. 

“So now that it’s just the two of us…” he paused, and you peeked up at him to see a serious look on his face. “Is it a soup or not?” 

“B!” you giggled, pushing him away from you. 

He held up his hands with a grin. “Fine, fine. You’re right, it’d only tear us apart.” 

“And we can’t have that right?” you asked sarcastically, knowing that graduation was going to do just that for you anyways. 

Bucky watched as a somber expression appeared on your face, and how you quickly turned towards the ocean so that he wouldn’t read into it. But he knew you too well, and he already understood where your mind had gone. 

“You know, I’ll always be here for you right? Distance won’t change the fact that you’re my best friend,” he wrapped his arm around you. 

“I know,” you whispered with a small smile.

The two of you watched the water ebb and flow, feeling the weight of the heavy words left unspoken.

You were used to doing just about everything with Bucky. He was your day one since college orientation, and the two of you had been inseparable ever since; from late nights in the library, random pizza runs, to impromptu heavy chats after a long day. You had gotten accustomed to him showing up at your door numerous times throughout the week, always finding new ways to entertain yourselves. 

When you were together, there was never a dull moment. And even in the quiet, no silence between you ever felt awkward. 

You couldn’t help but freak out over losing him, but a great job offer in a different city didn’t give you much of a choice. Bucky had to take over his dad’s architecture firm in the city, and you couldn’t turn down your own amazing offer close to family on the other side of the country. 

What you didn’t know was the brave front that Bucky was putting on for you. He wasn’t sure what a life without you would look like, but he wasn’t looking forward to it. He knew that in a few short weeks he’d have to find a way to be in your absence, and that scared him. 

The only fact that gave him solace was that you were strong, and he knew you could handle yourself. You would be fine. He would be fine – or at least that’s what he kept telling himself. 

“I’ll come visit you, and if you’re ever free you can always come back to see me,” he squeezed your shoulder. 

A sad smile tugged at your lips, and you were about to reply with some half-hearted agreement to his words that you didn’t mean when a jazzy song started playing back near the bonfire. It had to be loud for you to be able to hear it so clearly from where you were. Both of you looked over to see Nat and Wanda moving from side to side, dancing to “Moondance,” by Van Morrison on their portable speaker. 

“Well that’s the perfect song choice,” you let out a laugh. It was better not to ruin this last group outing with heavy feelings about the future, the time for those emotions would inevitably come later. 

Bucky turned towards you, his hand sliding down to grab yours. As his eyes held yours, he gave you a lopsided grin illuminated by the soft moonlight. You couldn’t help but smile back because you knew what he was about to do. He coaxed you into twirling before tugging you against his broad chest, just like he’d done so many times before; at formals, concerts, and bars you’d frequented throughout the years, he was always your designated dance partner. With one hand on his strong shoulder and the other placed in his hand, you moved together to the easy rhythm. 

Gazing into his dark blue eyes, you tried to memorize the way it felt to be with him. From the moment you met, he made you feel safe, valued and special. That was a lot to receive from one person, but that was Bucky. You hoped you’d find another friend like him; although deep down you knew he was irreplaceable.

As he smiled down at you, you didn't recognize the inner turmoil Bucky was hiding from you. He wanted you to stay, he didn’t want this to be your last dance. He needed more time. And he was on the verge of saying something he shouldn’t, when you started humming along to the song. 

It could wait, he thought before spinning you out into another twirl. 

You giggled into his chest when he pulled you back, and what a sweet sound that was to him. It flooded his chest, the echoes of your laughter reverberating in his heart. He wondered how long it’d stay that way, and whether time would fade out the joy that filled his soul because of you. He didn’t ponder for long however, because deep down he knew the answer; you were the light to his darkness, a radiance he couldn’t live long without. He’d always need you.

Pressing a warm, lingering kiss to your forehead, he whispered, “I love you, honey.”

He was playing with fire, his brain heavily blurring the line between friend and something more – but he couldn’t help himself. 

Bucky had uttered those words countless times before, but tonight he felt that it held new meaning. Maybe they always did, but now he knew it for sure. Knowing that he was going to lose you put everything into perspective. 

He was in love with you – and it was too damn late. 

“I know, B,” you smiled before nuzzling your face into his chest. “I’ll always love you,” you murmured, knowing that you would. Comfortable in his embrace, you pushed away the lingering thoughts about how much you cared for him, and how truly you meant your words. He was your best friend, you couldn’t go there. 

“You think those two will ever get together?” Sam asked Steve, the duo watching as you both swayed together.

“If they haven’t by now, I doubt they ever will,” he shrugged. “It’s a shame though, they’re the happiest when they’re together.”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “They are.” 

When the song ended, you both made your way back to the group, knowing that the cereal debate was tabled for the time being. Bucky wordlessly tugged you closer so that he could keep you warm, and the two of you snuggled up as you fell into easy conversation with your friends around the bonfire.

As you peered up at the vast night sky, you saw a bright star twinkle before shooting across it. There were so many things you could have wished for upon that shooting star; an easy transition into your new job, winning the lottery, finding a great new love. However, looking at the guy whose arm was linked with yours, you knew exactly what to wish for.

Sadly, you weren’t sure that it could come true – nevertheless, that wouldn’t stop you from believing in it. 

Part II

[daenysx]

I just wanna kiss james !! Or Robb !!! Like I know it would be so sweet esp on lazy nights on Fridays after a long day :(( ilysm gorgeous !

i love u too, thank you so much for requesting angel!! if you have any robb stark requests please send them lovelies!

robb stark x fem!reader, modern au - fluff and a bit suggestive at the end ♡

robb swears everything tests his patience today.

how much can a person deal with misfortunes in one single day? he woke up with a stupid headache, you were at your own apartment so he didn't get to see you first thing in the morning, his shirt wasn't neatly pressed as he likes, and his morning coffee had too much milk.

things at the office had been hectic too; he had to deal with too many people who were only after his name and nothing more, jon didn't come at all because he was sick, his assistant also took a day off so robb had to plan everything. it is maddening at this point and robb thinks he'll never make it home.

but, well- he does make it home somehow.

it's a friday night, meaning he doesn't need to leave his apartment all day long and if you agree, he'll plan a long day of staying in bed with you. he loosens up his tie, throws his suit jacket on the couch, and follows the smell of pesto until he gets into the kitchen.

there you are, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and his old football team t-shirt he wore back in university. he adores the sight, you are stirring the sauce in a huge pan and the kettle is turned on. his shoulders curve slightly, his back dies to get free of the tension he held all day.

you finally see him when the kettle stops and you turn around. you are quick to give him a hug, arms wrapped around his neck as you kiss the skin next to his ear. robb welcomes the hug with open arms and fond lips, he can smell your shampoo when he kisses your hair. he feels better already, the comfort of you in his home works like magic.

"hey." you mumble against his neck.

"hey." he says back. "hey, sweetheart."

"are you hungry?" you ask, leaving his arms to keep stirring the sauce. "i'm making pasta with the sauce you like, i just got back from school and i'm really hungry, i couldn't wait to cook something fancy."

you tone is sweet and teasing, the favorite one of robb's. he smiles, comes right behind you to kiss your neck from the open collar. "it smells perfect."

"yeah?" you say, smiling at his tired voice. "go change your clothes, baby, then we can set the table."

the dinner fixes almost every wrong thing in robb's head. you tell him about your day, your classes, your appointment with your professor. he talks about his morning coffee and his idiotic clients. he gossips a bit about jon and the new employee who he's absolutely sure has a crush on jon. you laugh at the jokes he makes, lips covered in sauce and cheeks blushed with the joy.

after you're finished with the dinner and the dishes, robb offers to make some tea. you sit on the couch, trying to choose a movie for the background noise. you don't think neither of you can actually manage to focus on something for two hours. you get under the huge blanket, the one you've brought from your own apartment for robb when he got so sick and needed something to keep him warm. your boyfriend thinks the cold weather would never affect him but he was wrong for that time and you were quick to show your affection with a steaming bowl of soup and a fluffy blanket.

robb comes back with two cups of tea, he puts them on the coffee table. you lift the side of the blanket for him and he sits next to you. he kisses the side of your head before taking a sip from his cup. you spend minutes on drinking tea with you playing with his curls, exchanging silent words, and sometimes commenting on the movie. it's nice to end the day with the love of your life, you think. nights like these are always peaceful with robb.

after finishing his tea, robb puts his head on your thighs. a silent indication to show you how desperate he is to feel your touch. your fingers play with his curls, you rub his forehead with a little firmer touch. he's still tense and clearly needs rest so you do your best to give him some comfort. robb closes his eyes, lost in deep pleasure he'd been dreaming all day as you rake your nails softly on his skin.

"feeling any better?" you ask silently, drawing a star on his shoulder.

he nods, a deep sound from his throat rises to tell you how perfect you are for him. "thank you, baby."

you don't think you'll ever get used to hear the word baby from robb stark's lips. his voice is silky smooth and deep, he can make you do anything only by using that voice and he chooses to call you baby. his baby, his sweetheart, his angel girl. his girl. his.

you lean in an uncomfortable angle to kiss his forehead. he opens his eyes after a few seconds and gives you a smile. it's small but still he earns a smile back from you. he sits normally on the couch, and then leans on the other side of the couch to motion his hands towards you. "come here." he says and you follow.

robb pulls you on his body; your thighs on either sides of him, your face tucked nicely to his neck, and your arms staying limp on the couch. he kisses your hair, inhales the scent of your shampoo deeply. his hands are huge and he uses them expertly to rub your back. one hand cups your neck to press lightly on your tight muscles and the other one massages your entire back with gentle fingers. you close your eyes, letting him carry all your weight. all the stress and tension melt in his arms.

"i'm gonna fall asleep." you mumble. robb only kisses your hair as a response. "i'll carry you to bed, sweetheart." he whispers. he keeps his pressure on your muscles and you feel so needy for him even though his hands are all over you.

"robb-" you start, thighs clenching unconsciously.

"shh." he says quietly. "you are too tired, don't force yourself."

you nod, he pushes his thigh in between yours to give you something to press on. it's a relief and it's working, you can feel the hard muscle of his thigh against yourself.

"but-" you say with a small yawn. "in the morning?"

robb chuckles lowly. he gives you a fond kiss on your forehead. "in the morning i'm gonna wake you up so nicely, i promise."

it's the only promise that can put you to sleep. your eyes close finally, permanent for the night. robb has always been a nice pillow for you but especially after a tired day, both of you long for the contentment of each other and it feels like magic. your head stays on his heart, his heartbeat a beautiful lullaby to dream to.

[natriae]

chapter 8

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That night you placed your phone down on the table and thought about what Ushijima could be needed to talk to you about. It seemed urgent, but you didn't want to face your problems right now. What if he wants to talk about what you think it is? What if he's just being dramatic to get your attention? You won't know until you text him back, but it was a Wednesday night and you have work tomorrow. You're not dealing with this tonight, so you'd rather remain with his thoughts unknown, and live with the question of what he wanted to talk about. You wouldn't respond to him soon, right? Or hopefully you could pass it with him thinking it was the wrong number.

You laid-back on the couch and pulled the blanket up. Turning so you could watch Isamu's bedroom door. You didn't want to mess up his life more, and you have a feeling that if you respond to that message things will change, a lot. Your eyes started to close through all your racing thoughts. You woke up to the sun shining through the windows, and began your morning routine of folding up the blanket you were using, putting it in the closet, and then taking your pillow and placing it on top of the blanket. You walked in to Isamu's room and gently shook him awake. You opened his blinds, and then walked back to his bed and placed his glasses on his face. You left him with a kiss on his cheek, and told him you'd start working on breakfast while he got ready for school. You made him his favorite bento. Hayashi rice on the bottom container and some of the leftover onigiri in the top. More then enough food for your growing boy. You wrapped up the bento in a green cloth with small pandas on it. By the time you finished Isamu was ready for the day and came walking into the kitchen with his uniform.

"mom are you sure you don't want to sleep in my bed. We could share I don't mind," He said. His big doe eyes watched you tie the cloth for his bento. You knew he felt guilty for being the only one with a room, but you wanted to give him as much as you could, and if that meant no bed for you then you will do it. Plus, you've spent every night for almost 6 years on that couch. You're more then used to it by now.

"i'm sure baby, now eat up," you placed a bowl of rice, tomagoyaki, and miso soup on the living room table for him to eat. You also placed a mug filled with hot water on the table for him to drink. Ushijima told you a long time ago that starting your day with hot water is good for your body, and it has stuck with you ever since.

"are you gonna eat," He asked, his cheeks full of rice. He glanced over to you washing all the materials you used to make his food.

Lying you turned back to your son and said, "no, there's food at the office, i'll grab something there," There was not food at the office, but Isa's never been there to know. You bank account was low and you could starve yourself for a bit if it meant you growing boy's belly was full. You would find scraps to eat if you really needed too. Just a few more days till pay day. You could make it. It's not the first time you had to do this.

Isa finished his food and began washing his plates before he left the house for class. You guys had a routine, Isa would walk to school with his friend and you would pick him up when the day was over. You went to the closet in the bathroom and grabbed your work clothes. Changing quickly while Isa finished washing his dishes. Coming out Isa was holding his bento and had his bag on. He ran up and gave you a hug. "have a good day mom," he said in your stomach. You responded with a quick you too and gave him a kiss on his head. Before you knew it he was out the door running to his friend who lived down the hall.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you pull it out to see a text from Sakusa. You felt you face heat up at the thought of him and immediately opened the message

Sakusa: hey, are you and Isa free this weekend?

Sakusa: It's my last day here, and I wanna take you out on a date, and get to know Isa more.

You: Sure!

You: Are you sure you want Isa to come with?

Sakusa: Yeah, I'm gonna be completely honest with you. I want to get to know you more so we can be something more then friends. Isa should probably get comfortable with me.

You thought about his words, and this is the first time in a long time someone has actually tried to be with you. Maybe you should give him a chance. I mean Isa likes him too.

You: Sure why not!

You: I too think we could be something more.

Maybe it was the joy of getting attention, but you were excited to see where this realtionship would lead. You couldn't help but imagine seeing Isa excitement if you were dating his idol. Also Sakusa was very handsome it would be nice to have him by our side. He was tall and sweet. Yes he did lie to you, but he probably didn't want you to get very confused with everything. I mean it was in the pass. You guys need to move on.

You spent your whole work day thinking about your date with Kiyoomi. You smiled at the thought;He insisted you called him Kiyoomi. You were on a small high from the attention and got through more work then usual. Your day had ended, and on your way to clock out or manager commented on how proud they were with your work ethic today. You smiled walking out of the office building and the bright sun was shining over tokyo. Maybe you were wrong, this would be a good week.

You picked up Isa and he gave you a hug. Once you were away from enough people you told him the good news. Keeping out the part that it was technically a date. As expected he was so excited he started jumping up and down while holding your hand. Between his happiness and yours you could help but jump with him. Just a mom and her son jumping around a random street in tokyo. Cheering and high fiving each other.

Before you knew, it was Saturday, and you and Isa were on the way to the park. Sakusa had said he would handle everything needed for the picnic. You thanked him in your mind for a much different reason then you actually thanked him for. You said thank you as a courtesy, but you were truly greatful because food was getting low and all you had left were canned food items. You didn't need him to see how little your income was. At least not yet. Once you go to the park you see the curly haired man sitting under a tree with a big red picnic blanket under him. There seemed to be three bentos. There was a blue, pink and black cloth covering them and a small cooler set up for what you assume is for drinks. The black bento seemed much larger then the others, and you wondered what he was hiding. Walking up to the blanket Isamu began to walk behind your legs. Seemingly shying away from Sakusa's view. You've never seen him like this, but he seemed cautious of Sakusa. Honestly the little boy was worried he'd ruin this for his mother. Yes, he was a fan of Sakusa but in real life Sakusa was much taller then him and far more powerful. He was worried Sakusa would take his mom's attention away from him.

The curly haired man looked up from his phone and let out a small smile seeing the two of you walking over. You took your purse off and sat down letting Isa sit in your lap. You thanked Sakusa once again as he began unwrapping the bentos. Isa was looking around everywhere but Sakusa, yet when the bentos were finally open and displayed in front of him he couldn't help but fanboy over the umeboshi.

"do you like umeboshi too?" Sakusa asked the young boy.

Isa wide eyes looked at Sakusa and shook his head, "i've never had it," He said. When Isa looked back up at him Sakusa genuinely felt guilty for telling Ushijima instead of letting you do it. He watched the way you let Isa sit on your lap, how you would feed him, and how you smiled at the school boy like he was the north star. It's not all Ushijima's fault he knew that, but his crush on you since highschool glossed over the fact, and he would take all his anger out on Ushijima.

He had to see it every god damn game against Shiratorizawa. The way you would tend to Ushijima's injuries and give him affirmations before he went back on the court. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that you guys had lived so close to one another. It wasn't fair that Ushijima got to hold you, and kiss you, and make love to you when he treated you like shit. Of course he didn't know the whole story, but he knows enough. Why did you keep his kid? Why do you take care of his kid so well? It's not fair, you should be holding his child, taking care of his kid, and he would make sure that one day you would. That Isa will no longer get his mother's support because he has a bastard as a father.

The whole picnic Sakusa couldn't help but glare at the innocent child. So much of him looked like Ushijima it was sickening. The way he smiled, his hair, and the way he spoke.

You felt you phone buzz in your purse, and you took it out while you chewed on your delicious food. Your work was calling, and you couldn't help but get excited at the thought that they finally saw your hard work and were going to surpise you with a raise. Excusing youself from the two you turned your back and walked over to a more secluded part of the park.

On the blanket Sakusa tried to make conversation with the little boy. "so do you play volleyball," he asked. He assumed the boy did seeing his bright smile on his face.

"No my mom never let me. She doesn't want me getting hurt, but i like watching!" Isa responded happy to have a conversation with the spiker. Sakusa nodded at that looking at the rim of the boys glasses.

"i'll teach you," Sakusa said.

"really..." the little was was excited, but his smile fell when he remembered his mom's words. She wasn't even here for him to get permission. "Actually I shouldn't. My mom will be mad," Isa said.

This was gonna be a lot harder then he thought. That's when a great idea popped into his mind. "She'll be fine, it's with me, a pro..." He could see Isa was still lost in thought of what his mother would think, "i'll tell you a secret if you play with me," Sakusa said quietly. Bingo. Isa hopped up at that and picked up the volleyball that sat at the edge of the blanket. He ran over to a grassy area not far from the blanket. Sakusa smiled and was happy he would finally get this meddling child out of the way.

Across the park you had picked up the phone.

"hello is this l/n y/n?" the person on the line questioned.

"this is she," you said, attempting to keep your voice confident, but not show to much excitement.

"hi, were sorry to tell you this, but your gonna have to wait another two weeks for your check," you faced dropped at the statement, "there were some issues with your bank and that's the best we could do. We'll combined that check with your next one. Sorry for the inconvenience." They said before hanging up. What were you gonna do. You needed to pay bills, and rent, and you definitely can't tell anyone. You took a deep breath to calm down and began walking back over to the picnic table. You started walking faster and then running when you heard the fimilar crying of a little boy. Sakusa was off to the side leaning on the tree with a pissed off face. Your little boy was sitting with his head down, and that's when you saw the blood over his hands, and clothes. Running over and sitting quickly on the blanket you lifted his face up to see one of his glasses' lenses shattered. There was a small cut on the side of his face and his nose was bleeding. He had the eye of the shattered lense shut in pain.

"mommy it hurts," Isamu wailed. Other park goers watched from afar as you looked up to the younger man still leaning against the tree. His face changed quickly seeing you glare at him.

"what happened?" you asked, still holding Isa's face. You were more then pissed trying to make sense of everything happening. You took his glasses off, and grabbed the pink bento cloth to try and stop the bleeding. Sakusa finally got off the tree and got down next to Isamu to "try" and help. He still hadn't responded when you saw Isa flinch at the movement of Sakusa hand. Tears started to well up in your eyes seeing you baby in so much pain. All from a man you thought you could trust.

Seeing that Sakusa still hadn't responded a near by family having a picnic too stated that Sakusa had spiked the ball in your son's face. Someone further way said they had a recording.

"yeah, he laughed after too. Didn't help the kid at all. He wouldn't let anyone come over because the kid could help himself,"

What. The. Fuck. You turned over to Sakusa flaring your nose not even being able to comprehend your anger. Another person in the park said that it seemed intentional. Isa shakly crawled into you lap his nose and face still bleeding. His glasses were too broken to be on his face, so you held your baby in your arms quickly grabbing your purse and running away from Sakusa. Tears started to fall from your eyes because you were so angry. Isamu was still crying in your arms, and it was abundantly clear that small pieces of glass were in his skin and eye. Definitely making the pain worse. You couldn't do this alone so you were left with no choice, but to call the one person's number you had that was in Tokyo. It got harder to breathe and you felt another attack coming on, but you needed to be there for Isa he was clearly terrified, and needed to see his mom be strong.

Hitting the call button you brought the phone up to your ear, shaking, and panicked that you wouldn't be able to get your words out. As sook as the phone was picked up the man on the line told you to take a deep breath before talking.

" I-I need you really badly right now," you spit out quickly feeling the lump in your throat get bigger as Isa wails got louder.

"send me your location. I'm on the way," He said, in the background you could hear the fading voices of people calling his name. You quickly ended the call and sent him your location. Thank god Sakusa didn't come looking for you, probably on a call with his manager over the soon to be leaked video. You were taking deep breaths and leaned your head back feeling it much heavier then usual. You could sense Isa panic at your state, and he tried to grab your head to looked at him. You looked down at the boy and repeated that everything would be okay.

A tall man came running through a crowd. His face strong and filled with worried. His green hair was blowing in the wind as he picked up his speed seeing you and Isa in such shambles. He lifted the two of you off the bench and brought you into a hug. Behind the two of you Ushijima could see a figure of Sakusa jogging closer to you guys. "follow me, we're going to the hospital," He stated, as he reached over to grab Isamu from your arms. However, before Ushijima could grab him Isa hooked his arms around you neck and asked in a small voice. "is he my dad...is that why you called him?"

tags: @mineta-phobic @rukia-uchiha-98 @ssc7514 @megumuro

i'm so sorry guys

[depravity-n-savagery]

Billy Taking Care Of You While You're Sick Headcanons ♡

♡ A/N: I'm sick and I need the comfort, so here we go 😭🤧 - 18+ Minors DNI - implied smut, comfort, flirting and fluff ♡

♡ - You'll try to put distance between the two of you. Telling him not to come over or get too close to you because you don't want to get him sick. Does he listen? Of course not. He shows up at your door with a bag of medicine and other things, pushing past you when you try to block him from coming in.

♡ - "I'm taking care of you. If you got a problem, then do something about it." He'll say with a grin, knowing you're feeling too weak to fight with him. "That's what I thought."

♡ - To your surprise, he goes into total mom-mode (with a healthy dash of Billy-typical roughness to it). Following a routine he remembered of what his mother used to do for him when he was sick. Making you soup and tea. Wrapping you in a cocoon of blankets and giving you medicine at the appropriate times. You're a total brat about it, huffing and mumbling that you can take care of yourself. He pays it no mind, finding it kind of adorable actually. Hard to take your attitude seriously when you're face is flush from a fever and you've got a permanent little pout on your lips.

♡ - He stays overnight, only leaving to pick up more soup and to rent a few of your comfort movies. Steve looks at him like he has two heads when he sees the tapes in his hand. "Since when are you into musicals?"

"Since my girl needs a pick-me-up. Why do you ask, Harrington? Jealous?" 😏

Steve hurries to get him out of the store, hiding how flustered he was.

♡ - Halfway through The Sound of Music, laying across the couch with your head in Billy's lap, you're not even paying attention to the movie anymore. You're just staring up at him, giving into how loved he made you feel. "You're beautiful, y'know that?" You say, drawing his attention away from the screen. At first he tries to play off how your words made him feel. "I think that fever's got you a little delirious, babe."

You don't let up. You want him to feel just as loved as you do right now. "I mean it. Prettiest boy I've ever seen. Best boyfriend too." This time he can't hide the pink in his cheeks. He just scoffs and allows a smile to creep across his face. "Shut up."

Satisfied, you smile back. "I love you too."

♡ - He tries to go in for a kiss, but you quickly cover your mouth. "Nooo! I don't wanna get you sick. It's already risky having you here. I draw the line at swapping spit. Not until I'm better." You try your best to get across how serious you are, and he actually pulls back. "So I can't kiss you here?" He asks, pointing to your lips. You shake your head 'no'.

"What about here?" He points to your cheek and you nod, so he presses his lips softly to your warm cheek.

"Here?" He lowers his lips to your jaw, "What about here?" Then your neck. Each kiss slowly shifting from gentle and chaste to sinful and scorching hot. By the time he got to your collarbone, you felt the arousal between your legs threatening to soak through your panties. "Come on, beautiful." He'll pick you up, and carry you upstairs to the bedroom. "Let's get you to bed. I got a few ways we can sweat that fever out."

♡ - Speaking of carrying you, you didn’t expect how hot it would be to watch him care for you. You were usually turned on by his aggressive displays of strength, like the way he manhandled you during sex. But the simple and even helpful ways he showed his strength? You were practically drooling. The way he would carry you around with ease if you felt too weak to make the walk. Helping you in and out of the tub. Watching him carry a tray with a full bowl of soup and a mug of tea on it with one hand, and holding a medicine bottle in the other hand. He didn't even struggle.

♡ - A few days later, your symptoms finally start to fade. The fever is gone. Your voice sounds almost normal again, just a bit strained. Your runny nose has been reduced to very mild sniffles. "Thank you, Billy." You allow him a tight hug, but still no kiss. "I honestly don't know what I'd do without you." He was about to say some smart response, until a sneeze interrupted his speech. The two of you freeze.

"Goddamn it... I TOLD YOU I'D GET YOU SICK!!"

♡ A/N: I hate this time of year 😮‍💨 I get sick so easily and so often. UGH!! This is gonna be miserable 🥲 Send me some good Billy or Eddie fic recommendations so I have something to keep my mind off of it ♡

Masterlist, Ao3 ☆

[bkglove]

Soup

Fluff, sickfic, cuddling, dorms

You got sick and a certain grumpy blonde is determined to take care of you

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Bakugou knocked but didn’t wait for your answer before he roughly swung open the door.

You made a loud, drawn-out, groaning sound as you opened your eyes and then a high-pitched “eep!” and huddled under your blanket once you saw it was him.

“The fuck? Stop hiding dumbass, it’s jus’ me.” Bakugou shut the door, raising an eyebrow at your antics and the state of your room. Dirty tissues on the ground, garbage can overflowing, boxes of tissues stacked next to your bed. The air was bordering stale. You had a nest of blankets but were only under one.

“I look gross,” your voice came out muffled and stuffy from your hiding spot.

“You always look gross,” he replied unbothered. “I brought soup.”

You peeked your head out to pout at him. “You can’t be mean to me, I'm dying .”

Fuck. Yes, you looked like absolute shit; watery eyes, bright red nose, splotchy complexion, your hair was a rat's nest with some flyaways more gravity-defying than his, but somehow, Bakugou still found it cute? He was glad for the bowl in his hands; he might not have been able to resist the urge to climb into your bed and cuddle otherwise.

“M’gonna bully the sick outta ya,” he replied as if he didn't have the stupidest, most domestic thoughts filling his brain.

You pulled the blanket a little further down, keeping it wrapped tight around your shoulders. “I don’t think that’s medically sound,” you whined before a coughing fit interrupted. Bakugou frowned, hating that there was really nothing he could do to help as you huddled further into yourself. “You’d make a terrible doctor,” you finally finish once your coughing fit has subsided.

He shrugged. “Fine, don’t take my soup.”

At that, you finally sit up. “No! I would very much like soup, please.” You reach your hands out to take the bowl, only to bring them back to cover your mouth with your elbow when you cough again.

Any other time Bakugou would have teased you and made you take back the doctor comment before giving in, but, under the circumstances, once your hands were back out, he just carefully handed you the bowl.

“Thanks.” You smiled and then sniffled a little before taking a spoonful.

“Whatever,” he replied, watching your enthused reaction, warmth spreading through him at your pleased smile before he went to look for where you kept your garbage bags.

“Maybe you could make a great nurse,” you conceded with a happy sigh. Then took another sip and continued, “you don’t have to stay; I don’t want you getting sick.”

“I’d make the best fuckin’ doctor and nurse,” he retorted with a half-hearted scoff, “and my immune system would kick this sicknesses ass, you’re just weak,” he finished, pulling out the bag and starting to go around and collect the tissues from your floor.

“Rude! My immune system is doing its best,” you huffed, coughed, countering your point, and then exclaimed, “you definitely don’t have to clean up!”

Bakugou just rolled his eyes, you were so fucking stubborn. Why wouldn’t you just let him take care of you? “Well, obviously you’re not gonna do it, shitty woman.”

“I would’ve, in a bit, probably, maybe…” you trailed off, eyes following him, “but really, you don’t have to. It’s all gross dirty tissues.”

He looked at you exasperated. “We swap spit all the time, it’s not that gross.” To emphasize his point, he collected a bunch of the tissues and over-exaggeratedly tossed them in the bag.

You sneezed and then groaned and sniffled, taking another sip of soup before continuing to argue, “making out and picking up dirty tissues are very different.”

“Shut the fuck up, dumbass, and eat your soup. You know I wouldn’t do this shit if I didn’t wanna.”

Another coughing fit stopped you from rebutting, Bakugou almost grabbed the bowl from you, but you managed to not spill. When you stopped, you settled a little bit more into your bed and pouted at him. “Okay. Thank you. You’re the best.”

“Goddamn right, I am.” He took a second to stand straight and puff his chest, drawing a scraggly laugh from you, and then went back to cleaning as you finally started to quietly and contentedly eat.

He couldn’t help sneaking glances at you while he cleaned. This was not shit he ever thought he’d do, much less want to do. He balked at those scenes in his romance novels; people should take care of themselves was something he’d always believed so strongly. But here he was, arguing with you so he could take care of you. Not complaining or feeling like he had to. Even just the thought of you trying to get through this without letting him help annoyed him more than he’d ever admit.

Fucked up what love does to a person.

Once he finished cleaning, he tied up the two tissue-filled bags and replaced the bag in your garbage can. With that settled, he was on to the next task. “You need some fuckin’ fresh air in here.”

You put down the bowl after drinking the last of its contents and frowned at him. “It’s cold.”

“Then use more blankets, stupid.” Bakugou gestured to the fact that you only had one from your nest wrapped around you.

“But then it gets too hot,” you sighed, sinking more into your bed, so you were a weird way between sitting and lying.

Bakugou groaned, resisting the urge to flick you. “You’re not gonna get better without fresh air.” He walked over to your window, not giving you further choice in the matter. The cold breeze that came through almost immediately after he opened it made him frown. He walked from the window to your bed, before you could say anything grabbed one of the lighter-looking blankets and pulled it on top of you. You raised your arms and the bowl so he could tuck you in. You were looking at him, so fondly, it brought a flush rivaling the colour of your nose to take over his ears and start spreading across his cheeks, as he pulled a slightly heavier blanket on top of that one. “You’ve got layers now, so quit complainin’” He crossed his arms and refused to look at you again.

“Thanks, Katsuki.” He didn’t have to look to hear the smile and adoration in your voice.

“Whatever,” he replied again, trying to brush off the overwhelming affection he felt. He really did not want to get sick, but he couldn’t stop himself from pressing a quick kiss to your far too-warm forehead before he stepped back again.

You were doing a terrible job at hiding your smile.

He picked up the garbage bags and scanned your room for anything else you might need; you had medicine and cough drops on your bedside table. He made a mental note to bring you more water, your cup almost empty. He took the bowl from your hands. “D’you want more?”

Your eyes lit up. “Yes, please.”

He gave a curt nod. “Back in a sec. Don’t fuckin’ hide this time, weirdo.”

You laughed a little and then called before he could head out, “Thanks doc.”

“Thought I was a terrible doctor and a great nurse.” He looked over his shoulder with a smirk.

You sneezed before you responded, high pitched, over dramatic, disgusting, and cute. “You’ve been promoted due to excellent application of blanket treatment.”

He shook his head, unable to fight the smile, not even caring to point out that doctors and nurses were completely different professions. “Dumbass.”

True to his word, Bakugou was down and back as quick as he could be. He ignored his friends calling for him to join them in playing video games and only took a little extra time to swear at anyone who tried to eat the soup he was still leaving on the stove. When he got back to your room, you were lying down again, as huddled up as possible, but you didn't try and hide, just lazily lifted your head and blinked the weariness from your eyes as you sniffled and looked at him.

“Thanks.” You moved to sit again as he handed you the bowl and set down a full cup of water on your bedside table. He probably should have grabbed the other one already there, so you didn't start another cup collection; he made a mental note to grab it when he went to wash your bowl.

“Whatever,” he grumbled back, hands in his pockets once they were free, unsure what to do now but still wanting to be useful.

You swirled the spoon in the bowl as you chewed your lip.

He rolled his eyes. “Spit it out.”

You blinked at him, still fiddling with the spoon. “I really wanna cuddle, but I don’t want you to get sick,” you admitted, at last, pouting to yourself.

“Really, dumbass.” Bakugou rolled his eyes again (partly at himself for how good that confession made him feel) and was moving to climb into your bed before you could say anything else. The movement helped to hide the smile he couldn’t suppress for a second. “Already told you my immune system is the fuckin best. Your shitty cold can’t handle me.” He climbed over to the side by the wall so you would still have access to everything on your bedside table.

“Okay, but now you can’t blame me if you do get sick.” You adjust so he has space and can have an arm around you while you finish eating, leaning into his side as much as you can.

“Not gonna get fuckin sick,” he chastised again, pressing a quick kiss to your temple that had a contented sigh leaving your lips, “do you wanna watch something or just go to sleep?”

“Watch something; you can pick,” you answered decisively, leaning over so you could grab your laptop and hand it to him. “I basically slept all day.”

He started searching for that one movie you’ve been talking about rewatching for a while, but haven't gone ahead and actually done yet. “Good, you’re falling behind, so you need to get better already.”

“You’ll catch me up with study dates.” You gently nudge him with your elbow, it’s strategic, he can’t nudge you back, or you might spill.

“Not dates, just studying.” He answered in a deadpan, clicking out of the streaming service and into another.

“Whatever you say.” You sing-songed, your stuffy nose making it sound even more obnoxious, then you continued, tone a little more serious but still light, “thank you though, I know I said it before, but you really are the best, and the best boyfriend anyone could ask for.”

He scowled at you. He might as well have caught your fever for the heat that took over his face. “Shut up, it's nothing.”

You just hummed and rested your head against him again, with a soft smile, going back to eating.

He finished setting up the movie and hit play.

The second you emptied your second bowl, you made quick work of snuggling into his side after putting it down so you could reach what he could only assume was optimum comfort. You’re out cold pretty early in, which is rare for you, usually fighting to stay up and watch, even if it’s already stupid late. Hopefully, it meant you would be better soon if you had (actually) also slept all day.

Bakugou knows he should leave and untangle you from himself because, despite his earlier arguments, he does not want to risk getting sick either. But the thought of waking you up, or leaving you while you're still feeling shitty like this, trumps his sense of self-preservation, and pretty soon, he’s out cold too, movie forgotten, as instead of bullying the sick of you, he cuddles it.

(And if he's fighting a little sniffle next week he's definitely not mentioning it to you and is arguing that it's nothing if anyone brings it up. He’d be damned if you tried to stop him from helping you again because of something so stupid.)

[lunar-writes-things]

22) A Grain of Love

"This is Scar's fault." Y/n pouted to Grian  as he made warm soup in the kitchen while Y/n lay in the bed of her starter base 

“I think it's both of your faults.” Grian said, “You didn't stop him from dancing in the rain.” 

“... You have a point there but-” Y/n tried again 

“No buts! Not unless you're complimenting mine.” Grian grins as he turned around, a bowl of warm soup in his hand 

His words squeeze a laugh out of Y/n that turns into a coughing fit and he comes up to place the bowl down and rub at their back 

"Eat some soup and get some rest." Grian's grin softened "I'll make a bowl for Scar and give some to have." 

"Okay," Y/n smiled at him "be safe Hon." 

Grian seemed to melt at the pet name  and pressed a kiss to their forehead 

"After this, I'm gonna take you out on a date, when you get better, Okay? But We'll be building and then star gazing. So dress warmly." He said and watched as Y/n's eyes brightened with excitement 

"Okay! I can't wait." They grinned 

It took a week and during that week, Y/n watched with worried eyes as the moon grew bigger and bigger. 

However, during so, she was visited by everyone excluding scar because he was still sick and she sent letters via Boatem member to keep in touch with him. 

"Ready Y/n?" Grian asked sitting on the bed as wrapped the last of the food you would take to eat even if Grian was insisting that you didn't need it 

"With you around? Always Lovebird." Y/n turned to look at him from their mirror, eyes shining with adoration and excitement as their wings fluttered from their barely contained joy 

Grian stood up and reached forward to grab their hand, pulling them into him and letting his arm and hand rest on their waist as he grinned up at them 

"Then Come Precious Angel into a night of wonder and when dancing won't get you sick." Grian gave a goofy smile and Y/n swore they felt their heart melt 

Grian whisked Y/n away, grabbing their hand in the process, and dragged them to the top of his mountain where there was a half build cylinder and a picnic blanket near with a ton of finger foods and snacks along with containers that had warm steaming food in them. On the blanket was a bunch of pillows and blankets and Grian set up his communicator to play a movie while he builds 

"I know you're not into anything fancy, And truth be told, All of us mainly just want to spend time with you." Grian said "I'm gonna be building and finishing this off but you are free to help! I have supplies in this chest here and the blueprints right there. I know how much you like building but if you don't wanna feel free to sit and relax to this movie, I know it's your favorite." 

"Let the movie play in the background," Y/n murmured and walked up to Grian, wrapping their arms around his shoulders "Let's build." 

Grian was building a conservatory to keep track of the moon to see if it was actually getting bigger and bigger. He explained the simple science of it while they two sat and ignored the movie in front of them to look at each other and listen to each other like they were the most interesting people in the world. 

"This really cool! It's quite simple actually." Y/n smiled "Simple is good. You don't need to overdo things to be smart." Y/n smiled and curled into his side even more as a cold breeze blew by 

although... it was a little hard to curl into someone shorter than them... 

eh

who cares? 

Y/n felt safe and warm by the side of the mischievous avian and that's all they could really ask for.  

The night passes with whispers and laughs shared between the two. Each time Grian laughs Y/n couldn't help but be captivated by the man in front of them. With hair that shined like silver in the moonlight, eyes glittering like the stars above and a smile as bright as the moon. 

“Hey Y/n?” Grian asked softly, catching Y/n’s attention from their drooling 

“Yes, lovebird?” Y/n replied in a matching hushed tone, leaning forward towards Grian “What's going on in that pretty little head of yours.” 

“Would you like to dance?” He asked and held out a hand, palm up with his eyes staring straight into their soul

How could they ever say no?

“Of course Lovebird,” Y/n said and took his hand

The two smiled at each other and let go to stand up. Grian took Y/n’s hand again and led them to the edge of the stone they were laying on 

“Do you trust me?” Grian whispered the grip he had on their hand so tight... As if Y/n would say no

“... With everything I am,” Y/n started, looking Grian straight in the eyes “I give you all my love and trust. For you and everyone else in this beautiful village are my world and will continue to be until this world ends. I trust you Grian, and I will trust you with everything I have.” 

“Hold on tight then Angel,” Grian said and wrapped his empty arm around their waist tightly, wing flaring out as he dragged both of them off the cliff and with powerful flaps held the two up against the constellations. 

Y/n’s breath was taken away and they helped Grian, slapping their wings along with his until, after trial and error, their pattern synced up. Y/n was starstruck, they were so high above the clouds and the stars looked so close Y/n could touch them. 

Y/n stared at the sky until Grian began to lead them in a soft and subtle sway. A low baritone voice humming a small tune. Y/n looked at Grian only to see he was already staring at them as if they were the moon. 

Glorious

“Wasn't really thinking, Wasn't looking, Wasn't searching for an answer,” The words escaped his lips so softly that Y/n could barely hear him “In the moonlight. When I saw your face.”

Y/n had heard his story of when he fell in love with him not even five minutes ago. They were knocked out from overworking themselves and needed someone to hold them. That someone was Grian. He was awake when they were passed out. He said he felt complete with them in his arms. 

Y/n couldn't agree more

“Saw you looking at me, Saw you peeking out from under moonbeams, Through the palm trees swaying in the breeze. I know I'm feeling so much more than ever before and so I'm giving more to you than I thought I could do!” Grian exclaimed, spinning Y/n so fast that a laugh bubbled out of their chest and into the starlit sky

“Don't know how it happened, don't know why but you don't really need a reason.” Y/n sang back a hand moving from his shoulder to cup his face m, “When the stars shine, Just to fall in love. Made to love each other, Made to be together for a lifetime... In the sunshine flying in the sky.” 

“I know I'm feeling so much more than ever before,” Y/n admitted softly, heart and soul working it's self I to the lyrics “And so I'm giving more to you than I thought I could do...”

“Oh...” The two hummed as their makeshift song began to come to a close 

“Now I know love is real,” Grian whispered “So when sky high, As the angels try, Leaving you and I. Fly love...” 

Their song trailed off to humming as the two swayed in the ballroom of stars. Their time was spent in coziness and familiarity and Y/n couldn't dare ask for more  

Except for maybe...

“Hey, Grian?” Y/n asked softly, starting to feel shy 

“Yes, Angel?” He whispered

“Can I kiss you?” They asked, closing their eyes tightly

Grian took a sharp breath and made a noise of shock. When Y/n opened their eyes, Grian was staring at them with big pleading eyes

“Is this a joke?” he asked

“No?” You replied before taking a pause “No. This isn't a joke. My or your feelings will never be a joke to me.” 

Y/n could have sworn she saw grain swallow before giving a small nod. 

“I need words Lovebird,” Y/n said 

“Kiss me,” His voice was hoarse and Y/n wanted to swoon, even more so when he licked his lips and whispered a weak “please.” 

Y/n leaned forward slowly and as their lips brushed, Y/n stopped short and asked “are you sure?” 

“If you don’t kiss me right now I will let both of us fall,” Grian whispered and Y/n let out a light laugh and gently pressed their lips to his 

Grian let out a soft sigh as he pressed into the kiss, absolutely melting into Y/n’s touch as the hand that had once cupped his cheek moved to thread fingers through his hair. 

When Grian pulled away he asked softly “Can I do that whenever now? Even in front of the others?” 

“Yes,” Y/n breathed out and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips again “Please do.” 

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[xoxoalette]

Scenario ask: Twins favorite holiday memory with MC!

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twins favorite holiday memory with mc

⭐️ DIVA

Christmas Eve didn’t start out as well as Diva wanted to. She woke up with a cold, having to stay in her room while Eddie took care of her the best he could.

“Diva someone is here for to visit.” Eddie says, walking into her room, you following behind. He places a bowl of hot herbal soup and water by her bed before taking his leave. “I need to go pick up some medicine for Diva, please take care of her.”

You sat at the edge of her bed with a concern frown, stroking her hair gently. “How are you feeling Div?” You asked as she sniffles a bit, reaching over for the bowl. “It could’ve been worse,” she starts off with a croaked voice, “I’m sorry we couldn’t go out today.”

“Hey there’s not much you could do.” You reassured, watching the grey hair girl take a sip of the soup. “Look what I brought!”

Taking your backpack off, you show Diva the contents in it before taking them out. A variety of snacks, from movie theater popcorn to candy and cookies. You had even brought some things to help with her ill state, a heat pad, some cough drops, and a weighted blanket. “Since we couldn’t see the movies today, I thought maybe I’d bring it to you, you have a tv in here with streaming stuff right?” You asked with a smile before setting up the bed.

Diva let’s out a small coughing fit before watching you do all this. You had laid out the snacks and candy neatly, and helped sit her up before wrapping the blanket around her shoulders. She watches as you settle down next to her, pulling her close to lay her head on your shoulder as you grabbed the remote lying in the nightstand.

“What do you wanna watch?”

⭐️ EDDIE

“I can’t believe you dragged me out here and you don’t even know how to ice skate.” Eddie says, crossing his arms. Watching you stumble around had almost given him second hand embarrassment if you hadn’t look so cute with your determined face.

“I almost got it!” You firmly stated, shuffling one feet after another in attempt to push yourself across the ice. “Right, you said that 10 minutes ago.”

“Look I don’t see you doing much, yet you agreed to come along! If you didn’t want to come you should’ve said n- O!” You let out a yelp, your skate getting caught in a crack on the rink. You felt the weight of your body almost slam down into the ice if it wasn’t for Eddie’s arms that were suddenly wrapped around your waist.

Pulling you up, you looked up to meet his eyes. “Then I would’ve said no.” His arms left your waist only for his hand to met yours before he helped pull you along the ice in ease. You felt your face burn, cheeks already red from the cold winter air nipping at you. “Come on, I’ll lead you.” He says.

You press your lips closed before giving him a smile, the two of you skating around the rink for just a little more.

[nitefise-art]

I really, really love the way you draw JV Discoelysium, he looks so moody and profoundly sad. Your art captures him perfectly. I wanna wrap him up in a blanket and give him a warm bowl of chicken noodle soup, even though he looks like he'd bite me for trying :')

Thank you!! He is often drawn looking angry or annoyed or just done with everything which is fair given his voice lines, but his official portrait has these watery grey eyes and there is a line when you show him Kim's photo at the end that is something along the lines of "this is a man who has just seen something that has made him forget his sadness" and I'm like :(

[percervall]

I melt away slowly

Player: Trent Alexander-Arnold Words: 555 Warnings: None, fluff Request: Watching Christmas films @mf0xxx (just saw you deactivated your blog, hope this somehow still reaches you), hope you like it! Merry Christmas!

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The snow had been coming down thick and fast ever since dinner last night. Trent’s phone had been buzzing pretty much non-stop until Klopp had made the executive decision to cancel training for the next day at least. While she was sad for her boyfriend that he couldn’t do the thing he loved most, she loved having him home. They had spent the whole morning cuddling in bed, only leaving the comfort of the blankets to get breakfast and a refill of their tea. By the time the clock struck half past 11, Trent was asleep again. She untangled herself from the bed and his arms, and took a quick shower before getting dressed in a pair of Christmas leggings and one of his old hoodies. She brought the empty mugs and bowls down to the kitchen and loaded them in the dishwasher before getting started on lunch. 

“Hey,” he murmured in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her. She smiled, giving his wrist a squeeze as she kept stirring the soup. She put the wooden spoon down and turned around in his arms.

“Had a good lie in?” she asked him. Trent smiled that slow smile that always gave her butterflies and nodded. 

“Needed that apparently.” She hummed in agreement, turning the stove down when the lid of the pot began to clatter. 

“Wanna watch Christmas films after lunch?” he asked after a while. The soup had finished reheating and Trent had made cheese toasties to go with it. She nodded as she took a bite of her toastie. She loved having any excuse to cuddle on the couch with him, something that had become a rare occurrence these last couple of months with his gruelling schedule. 

“Any suggestions?” he asked, dipping his toastie in the soup.

“Depends, do you want classic or Hallmark-level cheese?” 

“I’m not drunk enough for Hallmark-levels of cheese,” Trent said with a grin, making her chuckle. 

“Fair enough. I heard good things about Arthur Christmas. The Holiday is my favourite. Home Alone is a classic, but I prefer the first one over the others,” she said with a shrug. 

“Start with Home Alone and take it from there?” Trent suggested. She nodded in agreement.

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Although it had been grey outside all day because of the snow, it had gotten significantly darker. Trent had turned on the Christmas tree lights while she had quickly made them hot chocolates.

“Okay, up for one more?” he asked as she sat back down next to him. He immediately pulled her back against his chest as they sat cuddled on the chaise of their L-shaped couch. 

“Only if it’s The Holiday,” she said, taking a careful sip of her drink. Trent chuckled but navigated to the film. She cuddled even more into him, pulling the plaid throw back over her legs as they watched the opening scenes. Trent rested his arm around her waist.

“Ugh, am such a sucker for Jude Law,” she muttered, making him chuckle.

“Should I be worried?” Although she couldn’t see his face, she could hear the teasing in his voice. 

“Never, although I might ask you to do your best Mr. Napkin Head though.” Trent laughed, pressing a kiss to her hair. 

“Mm, for you I’d do anything, love,” he murmured, setting off butterflies in her stomach.

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18.“you cancelled plans for me?” and 30. “you weren’t supposed to hear that!”. From the fluff list. Thank you so much for this!

I finally got to this!! Sorry for the wait and thank you for the request! 💞💞

Fluff 18: "You cancelled plans for me?"

Fluff 30: "You weren't supposed to hear that!"

- Word Count: 1.3k, Wanda x Reader

“We’re headed out!”

You glance up from your phone as you lounge on the couch, peeking around the armchair to see Nat swinging on her leather jacket. Sam and Yelena are jumping around Steve, trying to pump him up for a night on the town.

Holding up your hand, you give a little wave, “You know where I’ll be if you need bail!”

Natasha chuckles, kicking Carol away before she can team up with Yelena to tease her, “You sure you don’t wanna come?”

Sitting yourself up, you give a roll of your eyes, “I’m being a good friend, unlike all of you.”

Sam pokes his head out from the alcohol cabinet for their pregaming drinks, “Hey, I would’ve volunteered if you weren’t so excited to stay.”

You ignore his wagging eyebrows and look to Natasha's eyes that tell you he’s right. Standing, you walk towards them and start to herd them out of the Compound, “You know what, changed my mind. Don’t use your one phone call on me.”

The gang of hoodlums make their way outside and you sigh, eyeing the keypad by the door and briefly debating whether you want to activate all of the security systems. You grin, the security footage of the drunken fools trying to sneak in would possibly be worth the bruising Natasha would give you.

“You’re still here?” you hear a croaking voice behind you, stopping your devious plans from taking form.

Turning around, you see Wanda wrapped up in her fluffy blanket still in her hoodie and sweats. Her face is flushed as she shuffles in her slippers towards the kitchen, trying to find something to eat that she can keep down. She had woken up feeling under the weather and then it got worse.

Wanda had stayed inside her room for the whole day, the team taking over water and ginger ale to try and help. You figured that one of you should stay behind on this Friday night to make sure that she was still alive and ensure she stayed alive.

You walk over to the kitchen, stepping into the pantry as she stares into the fridge, “Figured I should take a break from that bar before I get kicked out forever.”

Wanda giggles, remembering how you almost broke the jukebox because some guy was harassing her. The bar owner wasn’t too pleased with that and gave you a stern warning not to break his stuff if you’re going to play hero.

Holding out two cans of soup, Wanda looks quickly away from your face and stares at the cans. Lightly, she taps the chicken noodle soup can and you quickly get to work at warming it up. She sighs, climbing up carefully onto the counter stool as she rests her head on her fist and gently closes her eyes.

“You get any sleep?” you ask, popping a slice of bread into the toaster and pouring out a small glass of ginger ale for her to sip on.

She shakes her head, “Too much shivering and feeling like I was sleeping in a sauna. But, I was able to keep a cracker down for over an hour.”

You turn to look at her as you stir her soup and raise your brows in fake surprise, “Wow! You’re going to be president tomorrow at this rate.”

Wanda hums, eyes still closed as you slide the unbuttered and plain toast across the counter to her. Her nose moves as she smells it but then her eyes shoot open and fly to you. Your eyes widen as well, your brain trying to calculate if you have enough time to get the trash can to her or if she’d have an easier time throwing up in the sink.

“Why are you here?” she nearly shouts at you.

Leaning back against the stove, you press between your brows as you thank the universe for keeping vomit away from you for the time being. Putting the soup into two bowls, you hop up onto the counter across from Wanda and slide her a bowl as you hold another bowl in your lap

“I uh…” you spoon the soup as you stare down at the chunks of chicken and noodles, “I decided not to go. Make sure you were still in the land of the living.”

Wanda slurps slowly on the broth, “You canceled plans for me? But its your anniversary of joining the team!”

You shrug, chewing on the salty food, “I know right. What friends. They take off and they could be partying here with me. I should quit.”

Wanda laughs quietly as you look over at her with a grin, her tired green eyes watching you with an intrigued stare. Her spoon spins slowly in her soup as you try to keep your breath steady and even, ignoring the funny feeling inside of your stomach. The two of you finished your soups, laughing about a prank against Sam that Wanda had missed when she was napping.

You set up the living room for a comfortable movie night with piles and piles of blankets for Wanda’s fluctuating temperature. You sit next to her, feet resting up onto the coffee table as she curls up against the cool leather of the couch and quietly breaths. She had quickly fallen asleep before the opening credits of West Side Story had finished.

Glancing over to her, you quietly let out a breath as you see how comfortable and beautiful she looks there. The worry she seems to always hold in soft creases on her face has disappeared, looking so peaceful beneath all of those blankets. Reaching over, you carefully brush away some hair that has stuck to her sweaty skin. You grin when you hear the congestion in her nose that comes out as quiet snores and the soft murmurings as she talks in her sleep.

“God,” you whisper as you gently trace your thumb along her flushed face, “you’re beautiful. I could kiss you right now.”

There’s some soft shuffling beneath the blankets and that’s when you see the soft grin on her face and the weight in your stomach. Wanda peeks out from her closed eyes and lets out a quiet cough,

“You’d risk getting sick, too?”

You stare down at her in shock when you hear her congested voice, eyes wider than ever before as you feel your heart pounding in your chest. Her grin grows as she watches how you stutter over your words, trying to find a way to explain that she didn’t hear what she though but you know it’s too late.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that!”

She turns onto her back slowly and raises a brow, “Fine, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear. You can go back to only wanting to kiss me.”

Her eyes close but she peeks out from them, watching your unmoving self as you just continue to stare, “You’re never going to let me forget this, are you?”

She shrugs, “I might keep it between us. But imagine if Yelena got ahold of this dirt?”

Your brows clench now as you point your finger at her, “You wouldn’t dare…”

“I’m not a woman who kisses and tells. But I haven’t been kissed.”

You grin as you feel the warmth that was in your chest growing as you feel the way her cold hand runs against yours. Leaning forward, making sure you don’t press against her stomach, you press your lips softly against her cheek.

“That’ll have to do until you’re not contagious,” you whisper, her hand gently patting your cheek as you hover just above her lips.

“I hope you’re worth the wait,” she teases, presing you away before you try to prove it and end up getting yourself sick as well.

You slump back into the couch as Wanda’s legs rest onto your lap and with it, all of the warmth she was hoarding underneath her blankets, “I should’ve gone out tonight.”

Wanda laughs at your lingering embarrassment, “If it’s any consolation, I’m glad you finally said it.”

You glance over at her and reach over to take her hand in yours, your thumb gliding over her soft skin, “So am I.”

[chaos-writes]

Do you write for Stain from My Hero Academia, and if yes, may I ask for some soft headcanons of Stain x reader? Thank you :)

IM SUCH A STAIN SIMP I PROMISE I WILL DO YOU JUSTICE!!!!!! Warning for some slight angst but other than that SUPER FLUFFY!

So this man has been proven to be like 7 feet tall with good posture. And not only that, but he is one big block of muscle. So, cuddles are THE best. This man is just *chef's kiss* especially when it comes to cuddles. Since he doesn't spend a whole lot of time with you, he makes the best of every second he spends with you.

BIG SPOON!!!!!!! let him hold you and curl up around you!

So protective. Like... kind of a yandere at heart? He doesn't want to put you in a situation where you're stuck with him, but he does want to protect you from any danger and helps you avoid it as much as possible. He will NOT take you to his hideout and will most likely "move in" with you if you have your own place.

Sometimes he feels like he's burdening you and isn't allowing you to live a normal life, since he's one of the most wanted men in Japan and you're literally harboring a criminal. Please remind him of how much you love him and you are willing to go wherever you need to be in order to be with him.

Tell him he's handsome!!! He doesn't have to be complimented or accept praise, but it would absolutely make him feel so warm inside! And he would immediately return it along with a hug, hand holding, or forehead kiss.

PDA is not really a thing, considering he can't even show his face to the public, but if he takes you out at night to watch the stars atop a building, he'll wrap a blanket around you, sit you in his lap, and hold you with one arm while pointing out planets, constellations, and satellites with the other.

His favorite foods are dumplings, takoyaki, and some southern comfort foods like biscuits and gravy, slow-cooker soups and chilis in bread bowls, and seafood boils. (Mmmmm)

Give this man some nutrition, he is TIRED of not having the resources to be able to cook some decent food for himself. He's got a lot of muscle that he has to keep healthy!

His love languages (as previously established) are words of affection and physical contact. He will tell you, no matter what you're doing, that you're doing a great job and you are so beautiful/handsome/gorgeous.

His smile is so beautiful! Make him laugh and giggle, tickle him, play fight, be goofy, or even give him boops (pre-nose obliteration, his chin works too lmao)

He is THE man to go to when you need comfort. And hopefully you can return that and comfort him when HE needs it. It can't just be a one-sided relationship, you know. >:(

Family man!!! He would adore your family if you ever introduced the two, as long as they don't know what Hero Killer Stain looks like. He tries his best to impress them, combing his hair back into a low bun (hot ✋😤), wear a nice black sweater and some new pants, and some dress shoes. If you buy him a nice outfit he's going to wear it to meet your family.

Speaking of Hero Killer Stain, he loves pet names. Chizome, chi-chan, honeybun, sweetness, darling, honey, or any other variations. He'll call you something romantic, like darling, my love, my world, and on the rare occasion if youre being goofy with him, silly or goofball.

He won't let you touch his knives. They are coated in other people's blood and you could get infections or diseases >:(

He also showers, brushes his teeth, and gets rid of the blood smell thoroughly before laying down to snuggle with you.

Will actually melt if you play with his hair. Chizome is actually SO in love with scalp massages. He would fall asleep on yo u with a blush creeping across his face in SECONDS. But dont talk about it unless you don't wanna do it again.

He would die if you wore some of his clothes. Like one of his shirts or something thrown on right when you wake up in the morning is the most gorgeous sight to him. You'll be standing in the kitchen trying to make some coffee and he won't stop pestering you with hugs and kisses until you return said hug and kiss.

There is a lot of nonverbal communication and understanding between the two of you as well. It just... clicks with him.

House work is not really his strong suit but he loves to help. The last thing he needs is a stressed and tired S/O when he comes home from missions.

Hand holding is so frequent you might as well be fused together 🤷‍♀️. It just comes with Chizome's territory.

Above all, his adoration for you goes wayyyyy beyond your appearance. Although you are so gorgeous in his eyes, your personality, soul, mindset, and the way you treat him is what floored his interest in you. He loves you more than life itself, there's no denying it, so please return that love and be nice to him. Mans deserves it.

[savemesomenachos]

Heyy could you do one where Steve and bucky get sick and the reader has to take care of them? And they actually act like big babies and try to convince reader they're fine and don't need the help. ( If you've watched friends, kinda like the one episode where Monica is sick and trying to initiate sex)

Maybe the reader even says " I'm dating two 100 year old babies."

I’ve been waiting for someone to request a Stucky fic coz they’re honestly my favourite ship from the MCU. Hope you like it!!!🌺

You can find my other works on my Main Masterlist.

Getting sick makes me horny

Pairings: Stucky x Reader

Warnings: NON-CANON, fluffffff, talks about sex but no actual smut, Stucky being super cute!!! (as usual)

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Y/n’s POV:

“Babe, we’re fine.” Steve said for the seventh time in 2 minutes while Bucky sneezed. Steve turned to glare at Bucky with betrayal written on his face while Bucky shrugged helplessly.

I chuckled at them and pulled the blanket tighter across our shoulders where we were all huddled on the bed. Bucky cuddled further into Steve and for a second I thought Steve would finally give in with how he melted against us. I spoke too soon because Steve immediately shoved Bucky off him while the latter squawked in protest. He scoffed in annoyance and shoved Steve off the bed while cuddling into my side.

“Steve’s right though, we’re fine. We’re super soldiers so we can’t get sick.” Steve nodded in agreement and lifted the laundry basket in rebellion.

“What the fuck are you doing Steve? Put that down!” I squealed as I rolled away from Bucky and toward Steve.

“Language doll.” He said as he held the laundry basket far out of my reach, in the air. “Steve, put that down. I honestly don’t understand why you two are being so stubborn.”

My gaze shifted between them while Bucky knelt on the bed with a smirk on his face. He started to take his shirt off and Steve choked.

“Bub, what are you doing?” I asked as I hid my smile behind my palm. “I’m seducing you of course. I’m horny babe.” He whined and scooted to the edge of the bed while flinging his shirt off to one corner of the bedroom.

He was interrupted by Steve sneezing real big. He winced and apologised before quickly sporting a similar expression to that of Bucky as he started to take his clothes off as well.

I laughed and crossed my hands in front of my chest as they started to inch closer to me. When Bucky realised that this wasn’t working, he grabbed Steve’s chin and started to make out with him. Steve gasped when Bucky’s hand came down to palm at his ass and he slipped his tongue into Steve’s shocked mouth. Bucky pulled away from Steve abruptly and sneezed.

I immediately shifted forward and nudged them into bed. They both whined and pleaded with me to ‘be reasonable’ and ‘sex fixes everything’. I only chuckled and tucked them into bed again.

Bucky turned his annoyed gaze on Steve and said, “This is all your fault. If you hadn’t sneezed in the middle of our make out sesh, we’d be having sex right now, not lying down in bed.”

Steve gasped in offence and turned his equally challenging on Bucky. “If you hadn’t convinced me to go out in that rain, we wouldn’t be sick in the first place.”

“Aha, so you do admit you’re sick?” I said with a smirk while Steve flicked Bucky’s ear. Bucky was about to retaliate when I grasped his hand in mine.

“Now, children. No more fighting. I’ll go make you some soup.” I said as I placed a kiss on each of their warm foreheads while they sighed and snuggled into each other without complaint.

🤧🤧🤧🤧

“How’re the drama queens?” Sam asked as I stepped into the kitchen. I chuckled and responded with a quiet ‘horny’. He choked on his coffee and burst out laughing. I shook my head at his reaction and went back to the soup. “Well, all the best with them.” He said as he waved goodbye with a sympathetic smile. I responded in kind and lifted the tray of soup and started to make my way to our bedroom.

I walked into the both of them making out with no care in the world with Bucky’s hands down Steve’s sweats, fondling his ass and Steve starting to inch his hand down the front of Bucky’s boxers. I had the sudden urge to join them but I couldn’t risk getting sick too. I coughed to get their attention and with a blush on their cheeks, they turned to look at me.

“Can’t you two keep your paws off each other for a whole of 5 minutes?” I asked between a chuckle as I set down the tray on the bedside table and pushed Bucky’s hair out of his face.

Steve, now feeling left out, cuddled into Bucky’s back and pushed his head against my hand.

I laughed and instructed them both to sit up. They followed suit and sat up against the headboard with Steve’s head nestled in the crook of Bucky’s neck and his eyes almost shut. Bucky giggled at his state of Steve and nudged him awake. He whined in protest but sat up nonetheless.

I handed a bowl to Steve who immediately moaned at the warmth from the soup while Bucky begged with a “Feed me!” and a pout. I was about to say no when he jut his bottom lip out and his eyes started to miraculously glisten like in cartoons.

I sighed in defeat and spooned up some soup and lifted it to his lips. He stuck his tongue out at Steve in some sort of victory before lapping up the soup. For a while, it was quiet except for the occasional slurp from either boys which made them both laugh and me, smile.

“Babe, I’m sleepy now.” Steve said after setting down his bowl and tucking himself under Bucky’s arm.

Bucky wrapped his arm around Steve, pulled his face close and planted a kiss on his puckered lips. I nudged them to rest their head on the pillows and pulled the blankets over them. As I got up to go, Bucky’s arm wrapped around my hand and pulled.

“Cuddle us doll.” He said while the both of them sported a pout. “I’ll get rid of these dishes and be right back bub.” I said while turning to leave again.

“Do them later. Please?” he said while Steve whined some more. I sighed and nodded while getting into bed.

“In the middle doll.” Steve said and lifted me off Bucky and in the middle of the both of them.

While I lay on my back, Bucky nestled his face in between my breasts and wrapped his arms around me. Steve laid his head just below Bucky’s; on my stomach and wrapped his arm around my thigh and the other around both me and Bucky. One of my hands rested in Bucky’s hair and across Steve’s shoulders. I pulled them closer into me if that was even possible. Both of them sighed and Bucky started to place kisses on the top of my breasts.

“Thanks for taking care of us doll. We know we can be a handful.” Steve said as he stroked the inside of my thighs.

“I'm dating two 100-year-old babies but I love you both and I love taking care of you. Now get some sleep and maybe when we wake up, I’ll think about following through on your earlier proposition.” I said with a smirk.

Bucky’s head shot up along with Steve’s and with a hopeful voice, he asked “Sex?” I laughed and nodded.

Bucky lightly nudged Steve’s head to rest in it’s previous place while begging him to sleep. Steve was about to protest when I shut him up with a kiss. Without saying a word, he drifted. Bucky smiled and kissed my cheek with a giddy grin. I wouldn’t change this for the world.

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