#Hiccup the cuddle bug

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I want to know what they talk about in the quiet hours of the night.

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Requested: yes.

Synopsis: your and Harry’s daughter has been sick with some sort of fever and stomach bug for the last few weeks— a month after Harry went away on tour meaning your daughter was clingy for her dad, her separation anxiety getting worse. Harry hears of the news from you and he despite reassuring you that he’ll continue touring can’t just let his baby girl be sick and needing him… read on to find out what he does.

Dad! Harry x yn x daughter reader

Warnings: mention of being sick, puke, being poorly but mainly fluff of both daughter and reader. Enjoy!!

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

Your daughter Layla was sick with a nasty bug. She had been for the past three weeks and she was constantly crying for her dad. It was heartbreaking for you because you hated seeing your baby girl crying. You were resting on the sofa arm wrapped around your daughter as she was curled up in your side, a bucket by your feet filled with puke and loads of used tissues sprawled out all over the place from the amount of tissues she had used. Layla was only 7 so being sick wasn’t nice for her— she had been puking for days now and you were concerned, getting advice from doctors who advised you to keep her home and let the medication work through her body. Which you did. But of course it wasn’t going to instantly make her better. You just had to be strong for her. You sigh softly running a hand through your hair which was messy from how stressed you had been. “Mummy” the little girl soon cried out, hiccuping and you quickly grabbed the bucket holding it underneath her chin just in time for her to puke into it her eyes remaining shut clearly still half asleep.. “you’re okay baby. Mummy’s here… mummy’s here..” you guided rubbing her back gently, soothing her through it as you pushed down the twisting in your stomach. It had occurred to you last night that you had most definitely too caught the bug but you didn’t care. You needed to take care of Layla.

You sighed quietly pushing her hair back as you hushed her gently, her soon leaning down again cuddling into you as she relaxed. You played with her hair lightly until eventually she had fallen asleep Toy Story on in the background before your phone buzzed. You without looking answered it lifting it to your ear “hi.” You murmured clearing your throat. “Hello my love.. how is she?” Harry’s voice rang through the phone and you sighed, you missed him deeply, you missed his touch— his smell. “Not great.” You admitted softly gazing down at the little girl. “She’s thrown up 24/7. She’s got a fever and I’m just concerned about her.” You murmured quietly to make sure not to wake her. “Want me to come home?” He questioned and you quickly shook your head before realising he couldn’t see you, you were sleep deprived to say the least. “No. Don’t let your fans down.. Ive got this under control.” You assured him yet his silence proved he was doubting you, worried about you and tempted to come home. “Harry keep doing what you love. Okay? I love you. I’ll face time you later on tonight as Layla wants to see your face okay?” Harry remained silent for a few moments silently contemplating whether to come home or not before he sighed softly “okay my love… I look forward to that. Sending my love. I love you.” “I love you too.” You spoke with a small smile before hanging up as you relaxed back into the sofa gazing at the tv as you began falling in and out of consciousness yet you never could properly fall asleep needing to make sure Layla was okay no matter what.

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You weren’t sure how long had passed maybe a couple hours as it was now nearing morning time again, but you were holding your daughters hair back as she threw up in the toilet “it’s okay… good job… I’m here.” You comforted. Your stomach churned once again and you had to hold back your own sick, taking a deep breath as you attempted to breathe through it a strange pain in your stomach. As Layla finally stopped you helped her get up wiping her mouth and flushing the toilet before helping her walk back towards her bedroom all until a rather loud creak grabbed your attention making you tense up– you looked towards the source of what had created the sound before your eyes locked on those familiar green eyes. “Harry….” You whispered tears threatening to form in your eyes, Layla letting out a squeal Harry grinning from ear to ear as he slowly crouched down, bag slipping off his shoulder and falling onto the floor staying crouched to Layla’s height before he opened his arms for her his smile wide and bright as he tilted his head to the side “oh baby girl are you feeling a little bit poorly?” He questioned, you let go of Layla’s hand the small girl sprinting towards her daddy before she jumped into Harry’s arms almost knocking him over, but he stayed upright wrapping his arms tightly around her as he lifted her up spinning her around once. You watched with loving eyes your vision going slightly dizzy “harry— I just need to rest for a bit.. okay.” You spoke softly, you felt awful and although you wanted to hug him you didn’t think your legs would manage to keep you upright and you didn’t want to scare your daughter. Harry nodded watching as you entered your bedroom, his attention falling back to Layla as he set her back down on the floor hands lightly resting on her waist as he looked into her eyes before he raised a hand to her forehead “oh dear you are rather warm.” He murmured with a frown before he stood up straighter grabbing onto her hand as he walked with her back down stairs having her sit down on the sofa before he began searching through the medicine box.

He soon found Calpol and a thermometer before he walked back over to Layla “can I sleep daddy?” She murmured sadly Harry looking into her eyes seeing the exhaustion and sadness before he nodded “of course baby. After this okay?” She nodded and Harry smiled. “Arm up sweetheart.” He spoke pressing the small round button hearing the beep before he slid the thermometer underneath Layla’s armpit allowing it to take her temperature as he measured out some medicine for her to take, carefully spooning it into her mouth “good girl.” He praised with a small smile just in time for the thermometer to beep and he pulled it away from her checking it… too hot for normal. He exhaled calmly “it’s not good baby. But hopefully the medicine will get rid of your pains okay? Let’s go back upstairs yeah?” He spoke and she whined attaching herself to his neck, and Harry smiled softly before he lifted her up into his embrace as he carried her towards the stairs, carrying her up them her legs wrapped around his waist. “I missed you daddy.” She murmured to him quietly making his heart clench. “I missed you too darling. But I promise to be here for you until you feel better.”

Unbeknownst to you Harry had postponed his entire tour extending the days to another day just so he could see Layla and you. He carried the small girl into her room before laying her down and tucking her in, the Calpol already working as she fell into a deep sleep drowsily murmuring that she loved him. He covered her up in her blankets securing her favourite teddy under her arm before he kissed her cheek, turning on her night light before silently exiting the room pulling the door to so it was closed but not fully shut. He then wandered into your and his shared room finding you fast asleep, curled up, hands pressed firmly against your belly. He frowned in slight concern and walked towards you, sitting down. As the bed dipped and you felt a hand touch against your back you whined softly. “Darling you’re boiling.” The familiar voice spoke feeling your forehead and Harry exhaled “let me get you some medicine” “no.” You grabbed onto his wrist “already done…” you murmured tiredly and he nodded noticing a sick bucket off to the side on the floor. You must’ve caught the bug. He gently wrapped his arms around you pulling you close, as his slender fingers stroked against your stomach soothing it as best as he could, listening to your breathing as it began to calm down until you had fallen asleep. He remained awake keeping an eye on you for about fifty minutes.

“Daddy” he heard a whimpered voice, a small hand resting against his back and he slowly sat up, seeing Layla teddy in arms as she was close to sobbing. “I don’t feel good daddy.” He carefully leaned forwards helping her up onto the bed before he laid down with her, having her between you and him “I don’t feel good” she whimpered and Harry stroked her hair soothingly “I know baby… I know…” he began humming a soft tune to her, her hands soon grasping onto his larger one as she began playing with his fingers until eventually she was half asleep, tracing his tattoos lightly before she had fallen into another deep sleep. He too began relaxing before he fell into a sleep like state… but what felt like seconds later which was actually twenty minutes he felt the bed move abruptly eyes snapping open enough to see you rushing towards the bathroom hand covering your mouth. He silently but quickly stood up, hair slightly messy from where Layla had woken up unbeknown to him and played with his hair slightly. He rushed after you and when he found you he quickly pulled your hair back securing it back with a hairband he found on the counter as his free hand then slid down to rub against your back as you threw up until eventually you had fallen back into Harry, forehead sweaty and hot as he held you as you panted grimacing in pain “I don’t want to get you sick…” you murmured tiredly but Harry didn’t respond only holding you closer, he didn’t care if he got sick. He had to be there for you and Layla even if it risked getting the sickness… he honestly didn’t care. You and Layla were the most important things in his life. Nothing else. He had to look after you no matter what. And he always would.

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Bestie could you pls write something about dadrry taking care of his sick toddler. Just him cuddling them and dotting all over them 🥺

Sick On Tour.

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in which, touring europe was meant to be a fun thing to do as a family, but when your toddler suddenly developes a sickness bug, you watch with fond eyes as your husband takes care of your little one, nursing them back to full health.

You stood by the hotel room window, the sun casting a warm glow across the room, as you watched a vibrant blue sky stretching as far as the eye could see.

It was a beautiful day outside, but inside your heart was heavy with concern.

Your three-year-old daughter, Willow, lay curled up in bed, battling a nasty stomach bug which had developed during the middle of the night when she came running from her adjacent hotel bed and onto yours and yours husbands.

The tranquility of the night was abruptly shattered when a soft whimper filled the room, jolting you awake. Your eyes blinked open, adjusting to the dim light, as you turned your head towards the sound.

There, in the faint moonlight, you saw your three-year-old daughter Willow standing by her bed, her little face etched with worry. Instinctively, you sat up, your heart pounding, and motioned for her to come closer. She hesitated for a moment, then shuffled her way towards you, her tiny feet tiptoeing across the carpeted floor.

She crawled onto your bed, her small body trembling. The scent of vomit wafted through the air, and you immediately understood the cause of her distress. Panic surged through you as you glanced at Willow's bed, confirming your suspicion.

"Oh, sweetheart, you've been sick," you whispered, gently pulling her closer. She buried her face against your shoulder, her cries muffled against your nightgown.

Harry stirred beside you, awakened by the commotion. His sleepy eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. Without a word, he reached out to Willow, drawing her into his protective embrace.

"What happened, love?" Harry asked, his voice filled with concern.

Willow hiccuped through her sobs, trying to form words between her tears. "I... I feel... sick," she managed to say, her voice quivering.

You looked at your husband, worry etched across your face. "It's alright, Willow. Mommy and Daddy are here for you," you assured her, rubbing her back in a soothing motion. "Let's get you cleaned up, my love."

Harry carefully lifted Willow from the bed, cradling her against his bare chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as if he were her lifeline. The three of you made your way to the bathroom, where you began the process of cleaning up the mess.

As you gently wiped away the traces of illness, Willow gazed up at you, her wide, tear-filled eyes searching for comfort. "Mommy, I don't feel good," she whimpered.

You kissed her forehead softly, offering words of reassurance. "It's alright, sweetheart. Sometimes our tummies get upset, but we'll take care of you. Daddy and I are here to make you feel better."

Harry, ever the rock in times of need, interjected, his voice filled with warmth. "That's right, princess. We'll take care of you until you're all better."

Returning to the hotel bed, you settled Willow between you and Harry, cocooning her in your embrace. She nestled against her father's chest, seeking solace in his familiar heartbeat. His arms enveloped her, providing a sense of security and protection.

Willow's sobs slowly subsided, her trembling body finding solace in her father's warm embrace. Harry's gentle voice continued to offer words of comfort, soothing her worries as she drifted back to sleep, nestled against his chest.

You had been eagerly looking forward to an afternoon out with Sarah and Glenne for months, when Harry had told you that he was going to be touring in Wales, the three of you were going to go and look round at all the different sights that city had to offer, but now the thought of leaving Willow alone in her weakened state weighed heavily on you.

Every parent hated seeing their child sick, every toddler was bound to get sick just like when you all had the flu and Harry had to cancel some of his shows, you were all suffering with the flu but Willow took it exceptionally hard due to the fact she couldn’t exactly voice all her thoughts and feelings.

Just then, your husband Harry walked into the room, a sympathetic expression on his face which made you snap out of the daze you appeared to be in.

He understood the dilemma you faced and was determined to find a solution.

"Hey, love," Harry began gently, coming over to stand beside you. "I know Willow isn't feeling well, but you've been planning this day with Sarah and Glenne for so long. They've been looking forward to it too. Maybe we can find a way to make it work?"

It was true, seeing as this was one of the only days where you didn’t have anything planned, Harry had told you that it was fine that you go out with the girls and see the city of Cardiff but that was before Willow got sick.

You didn’t want to let your best friends down but you didn’t want to leave your daughter all high and vulnerable.

You turned to face Harry, the sunlight highlighting the worry lines on your forehead. "I can't bear the thought of leaving Willow like this, Harry. She's so sick and uncomfortable. What if she gets worse?"

Harry reached out, taking your hand in his, his touch providing a sense of comfort. "I understand your concerns, sweetheart. But remember, everyone’s here with us., and they all love Willow as much as we do. If I need any help, Mitch is next door who has a toddler himself, he can help take good care of her while you're gone."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at Harry, your voice filled with worry. "What if she needs me? What if she feels scared and doesn't understand why I'm not there?"

Harry's voice softened as he pulled you into a reassuring embrace, the warmth of the sun's rays wrapping around you both. "I promise you, love, if Willow needs you, I'll call you immediately. We'll make sure she feels safe and loved. And sometimes, kids surprise us with how resilient they can be. Right now, she needs rest and care, and you deserve a break too."

You hesitated for a moment, torn between your desire to be there for your daughter and the longing to spend time with your friends.

Eventually, you took a deep breath and nodded, drawing strength from Harry's presence. "Okay, Harry. I trust you. Let's give it a try, but just know that you’ll be getting a text at least every twenty minutes to check on Willow.”

A genuine smile lit up Harry's face as he squeezed your hand gently. "Absolutely, love. I’ll keep a close eye on her, and if anything changes, you’ll be getting a call straight away to come back immediately. Sarah and Glenne are waiting for you, and they'll understand if you need to leave early."

With Harry's unwavering support and reassurance, you made your way to the door, the sunlight filtering through the window like a gentle reminder of hope.

"Remember, I love you, and you're just going to be just a phone call away," Harry whispered, his voice carrying a reassuring warmth. "Enjoy your time with Sarah and Glenne, and know that when you return, Willow will be in your arms, feeling better."

With one last glance at Willow, who lay sleeping peacefully, you let the sunlight guide you forward, casting aside your worries for a few hours. The day outside held the promise of healing, and you allowed yourself to immerse in the present moment, trusting in Harry's words and the love that surrounded Willow in your absence.

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Harry stood in the hotel room's small kitchenette, a pot of soup simmering on the stove. The aroma of warm broth and vegetables filled the air, creating a comforting atmosphere.

Once the soup was all cooked, he settled it next to the sippy cup of water on the tray and made his way over to where the hotel bed was.

With a tray in his hands carrying a bowl of warm soup. Willow, his three-year-old daughter, sat propped up against the pillows in the hotel bed, her small frame wrapped in a cosy blanket.

Her cheeks were flushed from the fever, and she looked weak and tired.

"Hey, angel baby," Harry greeted her softly, placing the tray on the nightstand. "I made you some soup. It's going to help make you feel better."

Willow mustered a weak smile, her voice frail. "Thank you, Daddy."

Harry settled himself on the edge of the bed, picking up the spoon and gently blowing on a spoonful of soup to cool it down. "Here, sweetheart, open up. Just take small bites."

Willow obediently opened her mouth, allowing Harry to feed her a spoonful of the warm soup. She tried her best to swallow it, but a wave of nausea washed over her, and she coughed, spitting the soup back into the bowl.

"Oh, it's okay, Willow," Harry reassured her, his voice filled with empathy. He grabbed a tissue and gently wiped her mouth. "We'll take it slow, alright? No rush."

Tears welled up in Willow's eyes, frustration evident in her voice. "I don't want to be sick, Daddy."

Harry's heart ached for his daughter as he gathered her into his arms, holding her close. "I know, sweetheart. It's not easy. But we're here with you, and we'll do everything we can to help you feel better."

Willow nestled against her father's chest, seeking comfort in his embrace. Harry stroked her hair soothingly, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Let's try again, okay? Maybe just a tiny sip this time."

Willow nodded, sniffling softly. She took another small sip of the soup, her face scrunching up in discomfort. She swallowed, but her body rebelled, and she vomited once more, tears streaming down her face.

Harry held her tightly, wiping away her tears. "It's alright, Willow. You tried, and that's what matters. We'll find something else that won't upset your tummy."

Willow's voice trembled as she spoke, her disappointment evident. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I just can't."

Harry kissed her forehead, his voice filled with love and understanding. "You don't need to apologize, my love. It's not your fault. We'll find another way to nourish you. How about we try some dry crackers or toast? Something lighter that might be easier for your tummy?"

Willow nodded, finding solace in her father's words. "Okay, Daddy. Maybe that will be better."

Harry gently guided her back onto the pillows, reaching for a plate of crackers and a slice of toast. He placed it within Willow's reach, his voice soothing. "Take your time, sweetheart. Whenever you feel ready, you can have a nibble. And if you're not hungry right now, that's perfectly alright too."

Willow nodded, her energy depleted. "Thank you, Daddy. You're the best."

Harry's heart swelled with love for his daughter as he caressed her cheek. "You're welcome, my brave girl. I'll always be here for you. We'll figure this out together, and you'll feel better soon."

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Harry stood in the bathroom, a concerned look on his face as he carefully prepared a warm bath for his three-year-old daughter, Willow, who was battling a stomach bug. He adjusted the faucets, ensuring the water was just the right temperature to provide some relief to her discomfort.

Taking a deep breath, Harry glanced at the assortment of bath products on the counter. He reached for a bottle of soothing lavender bubble bath, knowing its calming scent might bring some comfort to his little girl.

"Alright, Willow, we're going to have a special bath today to help you feel better," Harry said, his voice filled with gentle reassurance. "Let's make it extra relaxing, shall we?"

Willow, her face pale and tired, nodded weakly. She clutched her stomach, her tiny body aching from the persistent bug. But she trusted her dad to make things a little easier for her.

Harry stood in the bathroom, a concerned look on his face as he carefully prepared a warm bath for his three-year-old daughter, Willow, who was battling a stomach bug. He adjusted the faucets, ensuring the water was just the right temperature to provide some relief to her discomfort.

Taking a deep breath, Harry glanced at the assortment of bath products on the counter. He reached for a bottle of soothing lavender bubble bath, knowing its calming scent might bring some comfort to his little girl.

"Alright, Willow, we're going to have a special bath today to help you feel better," Harry said, his voice filled with gentle reassurance. "Let's make it extra relaxing, shall we?"

Willow, her face pale and tired, nodded weakly. She clutched her stomach, her tiny body aching from the persistent bug. But she trusted her dad to make things a little easier for her.

Harry knelt down beside her, placing a hand on her back. "I know it's been tough, sweetheart, but we'll do our best to make you feel a bit better, alright? The bath will help soothe your tummy."

Willow mustered a faint smile, grateful for her dad's comforting presence. She leaned into him, seeking solace in his touch.

With great care, Harry helped Willow undress, taking his time to ensure she felt safe and comfortable. He selected her favourite towel, soft and fluffy, ready to embrace her delicate skin.

Harry stood in the bathroom, a concerned look on his face as he carefully prepared a warm bath for his three-year-old daughter, Willow, who was battling a stomach bug. He adjusted the faucets, ensuring the water was just the right temperature to provide some relief to her discomfort.

Taking a deep breath, Harry glanced at the assortment of bath products on the counter. He reached for a bottle of soothing lavender bubble bath, knowing its calming scent might bring some comfort to his little girl.

"Alright, Willow, we're going to have a special bath today to help you feel better," Harry said, his voice filled with gentle reassurance. "Let's make it extra relaxing, shall we?"

Willow, her face pale and tired, nodded weakly. She clutched her stomach, her tiny body aching from the persistent bug. But she trusted her dad to make things a little easier for her.

Harry knelt down beside her, placing a hand on her back. "I know it's been tough, sweetheart, but we'll do our best to make you feel a bit better, alright? The bath will help soothe your tummy."

Willow mustered a faint smile, grateful for her dad's comforting presence. She leaned into him, seeking solace in his touch.

With great care, Harry helped Willow undress, taking his time to ensure she felt safe and comfortable. He selected her favorite towel, soft and fluffy, ready to embrace her delicate skin.

As Harry prepared the bath, he added a few drops of the lavender bubble bath, watching as the water transformed into a frothy, fragrant oasis. He swirled it gently, creating a cloud of bubbles that floated atop the surface.

"Look, Willow! We've got magic bubbles today!" Harry exclaimed, his voice filled with playful excitement. "They're here to make you feel all cosy and relaxed."

He lifted her into the tub, ensuring her body was well supported. Willow winced as she eased herself into the warm water, the discomfort evident on her face.

Harry sat on a stool next to the tub, a washcloth and a gentle, fragrance-free soap at hand. He dipped the cloth into the water, wringing it out before carefully washing Willow's body, mindful of her sensitivity.

As he washed her, Harry maintained a soothing conversation, speaking softly and tenderly. He distracted her with stories of their favorite adventures, trying to ease her mind from the uneasiness caused by the stomach bug.

"Remember that time we went to the park and fed the ducks, Willow?" Harry asked, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "They quacked so loudly when you threw bread to them!"

Willow managed a small smile, her eyes flickering with fleeting joy. "Yeah, Daddy. They were funny."

Harry continued to cleanse her, moving with gentle strokes and utmost care. He avoided any sensitive areas, mindful of her discomfort. Willow leaned into his touch, finding solace in her father's loving presence.

As the bath went on, Harry noticed Willow's fatigue growing. He poured warm water over her hair, gently massaging her scalp with his fingertips. Willow closed her eyes, surrendering to the soothing sensation.

"Daddy, I don't feel good," Willow murmured, her voice barely audible.

Harry's heart ached, his love for his daughter shining through his eyes. "I know, sweetheart. I wish I could make it all go away for you. Just a little while longer, and we'll get you out of the bath and into some cozy pajamas."

He carefully rinsed away the soap, making sure not to get any water in her eyes. Once Willow was clean, he lifted her out of the tub, enveloping her in a soft, warm towel. She leaned heavily against him, seeking his support.

Harry carried Willow to her bedroom, laying her on the bed. He dressed her in the softest, most comfortable pyjamas he could find, being extra gentle as he handled her delicate frame.

"Almost there, my brave girl," Harry whispered, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. "Now, let's get you settled and rest up."

"Daddy, can we cuddle on the sofa? My tummy hurts," Willow requested, her voice soft and vulnerable.

Harry's heart melted at the sight of his daughter in need of comfort. He nodded, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "Of course, sweetheart. Let's make you feel better."

Harry carefully lifted the duvet from their bed and spread it over the sofa, creating a cozy nest for their cuddle session. Willow eagerly climbed onto the sofa, nestling herself against Harry's side. He wrapped the soft duvet around their bodies, cocooning them in warmth.

"Are you comfy, my little princess?" Harry asked, brushing a strand of hair away from Willow's face.

Willow nodded, her eyes lighting up with anticipation. "Yes, Daddy. Can we watch 'The Little Mermaid'?"

Harry couldn't resist her request, knowing that the familiar story would provide a soothing distraction from her discomfort. He reached for the TV remote and found the beloved Disney film, adjusting the volume to a gentle level.

With the movie playing, Willow nestled closer to Harry, finding solace in his embrace. She rested her head on his lap, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath.

As the film unfolded, Harry couldn't help but marvel at Willow's innocent wonder. Her eyes were glued to the screen, captivated by Ariel's underwater adventures. He smiled, knowing that even in the midst of her illness, her spirit remained resilient.

Halfway through the movie, Willow's eyelids grew heavy, her body succumbing to exhaustion. Harry continued to stroke her hair, his touch gentle and soothing.

"Daddy, I'm tired," Willow whispered, her voice barely audible.

Harry's heart swelled with love and tenderness as he looked down at his daughter. "It's okay, my love. Rest your eyes. I'll be right here with you."

Willow snuggled deeper into her father's lap, finding comfort in his presence. Within moments, her breathing steadied, and her little body relaxed into a peaceful slumber.

Harry couldn't help but smile, his heart overflowing with affection. He watched as the characters on the screen continued their enchanting journey, but his attention was solely on his sleeping daughter. He marvelled at her innocence and the depth of his love for her.

It wasn’t long before you were walking through the hotel door.

You turned the doorknob and stepped into the hotel room, feeling a mix of exhaustion and excitement after a day of sightseeing in Cardiff with your friends.

As you entered, a heartwarming sight awaited you - your husband and your precious daughter fast asleep on the sofa, their peaceful expressions revealing the toll the stomach bug had taken on your angel baby.

A soft smile graced your lips as you quietly approached them. The scene was too precious to resist capturing, so you reached for your phone from your back pocket, snapping a photo to cherish the love and vulnerability that filled the room.

It would most likely become your wallpaper later.

After taking the picture, you leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to both Harry and Willow's foreheads, whispering, "I love you both more than words can say," as your lips met their skin.

The soft touch of your kiss stirred Harry from his slumber, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. He blinked a few times, a sleepy smile forming on his face.

"Hey, love. You're back," he murmured, his voice laced with warmth and held a slight rasp due to the fact he just woken up.

You settled down beside them on the sofa, grateful for the comfort of their presence.

“Yes, I'm back. How was your day here with Low?" you asked, your voice filled with curiosity.

Harry shifted, making room for you on the sofa, careful not to disturb the snoozing tot.

"It was eventful, to say the least," he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Willow had a bit of a rough time with her stomach, but we managed. We watched 'The Little Mermaid,' as she requested, and cuddled up together. She fell asleep just a little while ago."

A mix of relief and concern washed over you. "I'm glad she had you by her side, Harry. You always know how to make her feel safe and loved," you said, admiration evident in your voice.

Harry smiled, his eyes shining with love. "She's my little princess, after all. Taking care of her is the most important thing to me."

You took a moment to gaze at Willow, her tiny frame nestled against her father's. A surge of gratitude filled your heart for the incredible bond they shared.

"How was your day with Sarah and Glenne?" Harry asked, curiosity evident in his eyes.

You recounted the adventures of the day, sharing stories of the places you had visited and the laughter you had shared. The joy in your voice was contagious as you reminisced about the memories made with your friends.

As you finished sharing your day, you turned to Harry, your eyes filled with concern. "And how was Willow? Did she have a tough time today?"

Harry nodded, his expression filled with reassurance. "It was a bit challenging at times, but we managed. She had her moments of discomfort, but we made sure to give her the care she needed. She's a strong little girl, just like her mum."

A warm feeling spread within you, grateful for Harry's unwavering love and dedication to your family. You placed a gentle hand on Willow's back, feeling the rise and fall of her breath.

Love On Tour.

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Let your boyfriend soothe you.

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CW: Mean Thoughts, PinV, Smut, Oral(reader reviving), clit called cock.

You had been dating Angel for a few months now, and you loved it.

Angel is everything a boyfriend should be. He’s kind, give you flowers, takes you out, and takes you apart so sweetly, always calling you his darling boy as he pushes you higher and higher.

But…

Angel is constantly worried about Valentino seeing you.

It’s sweet. Really it is..

Angel just wants to protect you, keep you safe and secure.

You were always an over-thinker. And this time is no different.

“Sorry, baby boy, not tonight.”

You were barely holding on, and that sent you spiralling.

‘Am I not good enough?’

You smiled softly and told him you understand, and waved him off as he walked out, before you ran to your shared room.

You changed into Angels hoodie, and laid down in bed, trying desperately to ignore the thoughts of not being man enough for your gay boyfriend.

You weren’t entirely successful.

Tears started falling down your face as you were bombarded with thoughts of Angel leaving you for someone else, not being satisfied with you.

When Angel finished his shift, that was how he found you. Curled up in his hoodie, Fat Nuggets cuddled into your chest as you hiccuped on sobs, cheeks wet with tears.

It wasn’t rare for Angel to find you this way, but it still broke his heart everytime.

Carefully climbing onto the bed, Angel took you into his arms whilst trying not to move Fat Nuggets, and hummed to you.

When the hiccups and sobs died down, Angel picked Fat Nuggets up and set him down on the bottom of the bed, before picking you up and cuddling you into his chest.

“Hi Baby, is your head all noisy?”

You nodded wetly against his chest.

“Can you ask it to stop being nasty to my darling boy?”

Angel felt renewed wetness against his chest.

“Honey? What’s wrong? Talk to me handsome?”

You mumbled all the thoughts that had been plauging you, and Angel felt his heart break as you told him you weren’t ‘man’ enough for him to want to stay.

Angel pulled you away from his chest to look in your eyes.

“Sh sh, listen, listen to me okay Mister?”

Angel waited for you to nod before continuing.

“You are all the man I need. Every part of you is perfect. From your fluffy manly hair,” Angel kisses your head. “To these manly feet,” Angel pauses to tickle your toes getting you to giggle, “And every part in between. This handsome body, these toned manly legs, this pretty boyish face, even these adorable manly eyelashes. Every part of you is completely manly and perfect. I love everything about you, even your smelly farts.”

Angel smiled as you giggled again. He noticed Fat Nuggets had snuck out the doggy door, probably going to bug Husk.

“And you know what my favourite part is, Prince? This beautiful masculine smile you have, so don’t cry handsome, my perfect boy has no reason to.”

You’d stopped crying in the middle of his speech, and now your emotions were slipping south.

Angel of course, noticed.

“You know what else I love?”

Angel began to lift his sweater, hands caressing your top surgery scars.

“These marks of your bravery. How pretty your little pecs are, the muscle in your chest, your handsome nipples.”

Your breath hitched as Angels top hands slowly pulled the sweater of, and his lower pair skimmed back and fouth over your nipples, body jolting as he quickly changed tactics to pinch and tug on them, revelling in the pretty sounds he was pulling from you.

“This manly sthomac, allll the way down tho this handsome happy trail.”

You sucked in a sharp breath as Angel began working your pants off, still playing with your nipples.

Pants finally off, Angel continued.

“I wonder where it leads.”

You jolted as his lower hands slowly dragged around your clit.

“This pretty little cock, look how responsive it is.”

You moan and whine, body spasming as Angel played relentlessly with your cock, never letting up his administration, or stopping his words.

“Look at my Princes cock, how perfect it is to play with.”

You screamed as you came on his hand, Angel changing his rythm, gently grinding you through your orgasm.

“Fuck baby, shit.”

Angels voice was low and raspy, and you felt the spiders cock poking you as Angel moved you off his chest and laid you down, before sinking down the bed.

“Lemme taste my prince.”

That was all the warning you got before Angels tounge meet your cock, lapping at the folds around it and coaxing more sounds from you, a few times his tounge dipped inside you, but the majority focus went on your cock, podding and probing the sensitive bundle.

Your back arched as you came with a second scream.

Angel lapped hungrily at the juice that flowed from you.

Before slowing working how way back up your body, trailing kisses over his ‘perfect boy’ as he went.

“Good boy, pretty boy.”

You whined, drunk on the double orgasm and freeing feeling your boyfriend always provided.

Angel slowly pumped his two fingers in your swollen hole, thumb gently grazing your cock, drawing needy whines and pleas from you, before Angel dragged your lips into a soft kiss and pushed his heavy cock into your hole, mumbling how perfect you were against you lips.

You yowled as Angel slammed his cock in fully, eyes rolling back.

Angel repeated the movement, enjoying the noise you were making.

It didn’t take long for Angel to cum, already worked up from the earlier activity’s, and he shoved his cock as far as he could, pushing against your cervix as he did.

At the first pulse of hot cum, your eyes rolled back and you howled as you squirted over Angels cock, blacking out.

When you came too, Angel had cleaned you up and was making the bed. He noticed you were awake.

“Listen, Handsome, you are more than man enough in every way. I love you for all of you, not just some parts. I will always love all of you.”

Your thoughts were soothed as you heard the sincerity in his voice, for now at least.

Angel picked you up and laid you down on his chest in the freshly made bed.

“Sleep now prince, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You feel asleep to the sounds of his breathing, and dreamt of a pretty blond boy with hetrochromia.

Feedback is always appreciated.

Comments are my high.

They make me write faster.

I hope you like this and it lived up to your expectations!

~Vyrus

[pablitogavii]

hey, could you do one we’re Gavi went to work out and when he gets back home, he finds her crying in bed over a tiktok of a dog

thank u and i love ur writing

Something similar, hope you like :))

“I’m home Princesa!! And I want all your cuddles right now!” Pablo was in quite a good mood having done well during training and gym session and happy to be with his girl for the rest of the night.

“Amor?? Que pasaba?? Why is it dark in here??” he walked into your shared bedroom to find it completely dark and you curled up under the blanket.

“Are you crying???” He sat down trying to move the blanket to find and see your face but you clenched onto it tightly sobbing a little.

Pablo was worried now especially since he talked to you an hour ago and you were perfectly fine and excited for cuddles…what happened???

"Preciosa, can you come out and look at me please?" he said pulling on the covers only to revel your tearful face that broke his heart. Who dared make his precious girl cry!? Not while he is alive!

"Que pasaba? Tell you Pablito. Huh?" he moved to lay besides you pulling you into his lap and you cuddled up to his side hiding your nose into his neck while whimpering.

"H..he c..cheated" you were mumbling and Pablo couldn't understand you clearly feeling scared that some fake news made you think he cheated which he would never do! You were it for him...the love of his life!

"No, amor!! I didn't! I promise!" he started but she shut him up by placing her small hand on his mouth muffling his apologies.

"Not you P..Pablito..um..this other footballer on his girlfriend" you said and Pablo relaxed knowing that it was your 'girl days' and you got super sensitive during those time. He secretly loved it!

"So why are you crying about it cariño?? Do you know her?" he asked moving a piece of your hair from your face before drying up your tears with his hand while you shook your head.

"But..but..how can he do that?" you were hiccuping between words and he forced himself not to giggle at how cute you were right now kissing the top of your head. He loved how much you cared and how you wanted everyone to be happy.

"Shh princesa..I don't know....some people are weird and they think doing it makes them cool" Pablo spoke calmly and you appreciated that he wasn't calling you stupid but instead talking to you about it.

"He..kissed another girl at the club when his girl was waiting for him at home..que horribles!" you said and he raising your chin up kissing your lips while he nodded his head.

"You feeling a little better amorcito?" he asked and you nodded although there was still something that bugged you and he could tell.

"You can tell me everything, mi vida..I promise to listen, bueno?" he said and you smiled knowing he knew what you were talking about.

"Do all footballers cheat, Pablito???" you look up with a pout and he knew you had every right to ask him this. Footballers have certain record of being disloyal, but it was nowhere near that every one is the same. He knew he would rather die than cheat and hurt you!!!

"Its easier for them to cheat, amor..all the garotas that want them for fame but I think it takes someone owning your heart to keep you loyal..like you own mine, princesita" he said kissing your nose while giggling and you blushed nodding your head while laying it down on his chest and he let you relax in his hold.

"But which footballer you know that hasn't been accused of cheating???" you say and Pablo smiled immediately knowing the right answer to that question.

"Frenkie...and me" Pablo said and you smiled looking up and nodding your head really knowing how much he respected and loved Mikky. When you heard they were waiting a baby, you were both so happy!

"You did say you look up to him recently in an interview???" you smile and Pablo nodded leaning down and kissing your lips.

"Mhm..I want to become as good of a midfielder as him..and I want to have a baby with you in the future" he whispered the last part and your whole body contracted. He never said something so directly before..you were in a happy shock..all your insecurities vanishing!!!

"Amor!!!" you blushed hiding your face into his neck and he smirked knowing his work has been done now that you were a blushing mess clenching onto him. It might sound silly to you now, but Pablo meant every spoken word :)

Ik it's short and that I don't post as much (sorry for being inactive!!!) but I hope you enjoy it <333

[atlasscrumpit]

Miguel x Reader (platonic) 🟡

Unfair

Miguel was going on a walk through the streets of the city at 3am in the morning, he didn't have to worry about criminals, he could squash them like bugs after all.

He passed an alleyway and heard someone mumbling and giggling to themselves.

He went further in and noticed they were standing over a body, he gasped, catching the attention of the stranger.

"I did good... I did good, I did good. Look!" You said excitedly as you pointed at the dead body.

Miguel's eyes widened as he stared at you.

He knew the best thing was to try and defuse the situation for the time being.

"Hey, it's okay. Can you tell me your name?" He asked as your shook your head.

"No, my daddy told me that I shouldn't tell people my name." You said as he nodded.

"Okay, that's okay. Well, my name is Miguel. Did you hurt this man?" He asked, glancing at the body.

"Yes! Yes, I did, I did! Look, I did good!" You said rushing towards him making him step back a little.

"Did someone tell you to hurt him?" He asked as you giggled and clapped your hands like a child.

"Yes! Daddy told me! Daddy said he would love me!" You said happily before you heard a noise.

Miguel looked behind to see a large man coming forward.

"Has my little girl made a friend? You know you're not allowed friends, sweetheart." The man said as you squealed and ran forward to hug the intimidating man.

"I did it, daddy! I hurt the bad man!" You said as the man chuckled and hugged you back.

"That's my good girl. Now, turn away darling I need to deal with your new friend." The man said as you nodded and went to the entry of the alleyway and blocked your ears.

Before the man could shoot you Miguel shot his webs at the gun and grabbed them before they were locked into a battle.

You turned around and saw Miguel about to kill your father.

You ran to him and hit him but it did nothing.

"No! Let him go!" You screamed before Miguel pushed you away and threw your father against a wall, knocking him unconscious.

Miguel went up to you and wrapped you up in webs, to stop you from leaving.

"Now, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to get the authorities take your father away and hopefully get you some fucking therapy and foster care." He said as you began to cry.

"No... No please, please, I don't want to! I didn't mean to get caught, I was bad, I was bad he's going to hate me." You sobbed out as you rocked back and forth.

Miguel looked at you and his tough exterior began to chip away.

"Don't let them take me, don't let them take me, please." You cried out as Miguel thought for a while.

"Dammit." He growled before he helped you untangle from the webs and picked you up.

"I can't let your father be free, I'll make sure he's taken away for good, but I won't let them take you, okay?" He asked as you hiccuped and nodded, cuddling into him.

"My daddy will be so angry with me..." You muttered as Miguel cradled you in his arms.

He had failed his own daughter and now he had a chance to redeem himself, he wasn't going to let you go.

"He won't hurt you, don't worry. You're going to be safe with me." He said as he began to walk away from the scene of the crime and back to his apartment.

Once he got to his door he noticed you were asleep in his arms.

He got you into the apartment and laid you on the couch before he grabbed a damp cloth and began wiping away the blood from your face and hands.

He couldn't believe a father could do this to their child, you were only about sixteen and your father had made you into a killer.

It didn't seem fair, Miguel had fought for his daughter and lost everything for it. Yet this man could have a daughter and treat her like this.

He sighed and ran his finger down the side of your face.

"You'll be safe here."

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Miguel had gotten you cleaned up and let you sleep on the couch for a bit.

When you woke up he had some dinner ready and looked to see you hugging your knees to your chest and just staring at the wall.

"Do you think you could tell me your name now?" He asked as he placed a plate in front of you.

"Y/N." You whispered making him smile softly.

"It's nice to officially meet you, I'm Miguel." He replied seeing a small smile on your face.

"I'm not ever going to see my father again, am I?" You whispered as he looked at you sadly.

"I'm afraid not, but do you really want to?" He asked as your smile faded.

"He was all I knew... But, he used to hurt me so much. He got so angry at me and would hit me." You whispered as Miguel looked at you with sadness in his eyes.

He noticed that even though you were sixteen you seemed almost like a seven year old, but it was surprising considering the trauma you'd been through.

"Your father shouldn't have hurt you, no matter what you did, okay? People that love you won't hurt you." He said as you nodded a little.

"Are you going to be my new dad?" You asked making him smile a little.

"I don't know, little one. Maybe, we'll have to see what the future holds. But, know that I'll protect you and keep you safe and comfortable no matter what, okay?" He replied as you smiled an dleany forward to hug him.

He hugged you back tightly.

"Okay, Miguel."

[natashaslesbian]

Tiny Dancer

Summary: You’re sick during the night and your mama looks after you

Word count: 665

Parings: Little/Kid Reader x Mama Natasha Romanoff (mention of Bruce)

Fluffyyy

Warnings: Mention of throwing up

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“MOMMY!” your little voice mustered up all the noice it could make “MAMA!” Natasha came running to your bedroom, hearing her daughters screams. “Y/n baby?” She called. She threw open the door and her 5 year old came crashing into her arms. “MOMMY!” You continued to cry. “Mommy’s here baby, what’s wrong?” She said as she lifted you up in her embrace. “Can you tell mommy what’s wrong?” You pointed over to your bed and Natasha walked over to investigate. She pulled back the duvet to find the remains of your dinner that you had just thrown up.

“‘M sorry mama” you hiccuped as you clutched onto your mommy’s sweatshirt. Your tummy flipping and tumbling all around. “Oh sweetheart it’s ok, you don’t have to be sorry y/n/n. Are you sick tiny dancer?” You nodded and pointed to your stomach “tum tum all icky” your tear stained cheeks broke Natasha’s heart, how had she not noticed you had gotten sick. Granted, your energy had dropped the last 24 hours but Natasha just put it down to you not sleeping right. Come to think of it, maybe you weren’t sleeping right because you were sick.

“Let’s get you some medicine, yeah baby girl?” You burrowed into your mamas neck and shook your head “taste gross” you whined. “I know sweetheart but it’ll make you feel better I promise, come on baby” Natasha said as she carried you into the main bathroom of your mini apartment Tony had designed on a lower floor of the tower. She grabbed the medicine and headed to the kitchen to make a glass of water and a hot water bottle. “Ewy ewy!” You complained as you swallowed the medicine. “I know y/n/n. Here have some more water to get rid of the taste”

After wrapping the hot water bottle in a thick tea towel to avoid you getting hurt, Natasha brought you both to the couch and swaddled you up in her arms. She rocked you gently with the hot water bottle resting on your tummy. She hummed a soft tune as she wiped away your stray tears. “Widow bear mommy” you whispered. “You want Widow bear? Shall we go and get her?” You spoke a quiet ‘yes’ and Natasha scooped you up of the couch and headed back to your bedroom. You made little grabby hands out to widow bear, a light brown teddy bear dressed in a black widow suit - your mommy gave her to you the day you were born.

“You ready to go back to sleep beautiful?” You had called for your mommy at 2am, it was now 4am, Natasha suspected you would be doing lots of sleeping until you were better, you looked exhausted. “You can come sleep in mama’s, I’ll get yours cleaned up in the morning” you loved sleeping in mommy’s bed, as proved by your sleepy “yay” Natasha sadly laughed at your adorable yet sick state, she grabbed your paci and carried you to her bedroom. As soon as she set you down on the bed you crawled right up to her side, inhaling the scent of your mama on the pillow.

Natasha climbed in on the other side and smothered you in a tight cuddle. “How does your tummy feel now baby?” She asked. “Still icky but less than before” you mumbled out, eyes already closed. “Get some rest y/n, you’ll feel better soon I promise” Natasha said as she reached over to turn of one of the nightlights (you still needed at least one on) “I love you mommy” you spoke as you drifted off into dream land. “I love you more” was the last thing you heard from your mama as you fell asleep.

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The next day you were much worse. You refused to eat and spent more than 3 hours over the toilet. Natasha took you to see Bruce at the first chance, you had been crying all morning and Natasha knew this was more than just a tummy bug. “It looks like the flu” Bruce diagnosed. “It’s most likely to get worse today and tomorrow but after that the symptoms should start to clear up” Natasha’s heart was shattered, you’d had the occasional coughs and colds but never the flu and she knew you felt terrible. She was devastated you would have to go through this for even longer.

When you were finally asleep, Natasha called Fury who immediately gave her all the time she needed to be with you. She spent the next three days by your side every second of every minute. She made you your favourite dino nuggets when you had more of an appetite. She sang you sweet lullaby’s while you were curled up in her arms with widow bear. Together you watched every barbie film imaginable and spent endless hours in the bathroom. You couldn’t wait to get better, but you were so happy to have your mommy with you through all of it.

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You tried your best to return the favour a few days later when your mama wound up sick, until auntie Wanda took over. You gave Natasha widow bear to make her feel better and delivered her tons of drawings. “Thank you tiny dancer”

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Thank you for reading :))))

This is the first little piece in a series of short stories I’m writing about Natasha and her daughter

Widow bear was an idea from another writer which I really wanted to include in this so if you know the origami creator please let me know so I can give credit<3

-Astara🩷

[ddejavvu]

hi hi hi can i please request a dealer!remus x reader where the reader only smokes weed but doesn’t do any drugs. and she’s at a party and one of his friends tricks her into smoking weed that’s laced with something and she is like really fucked up and is really scared and calls remus? maybe just like him being angry as fuck with the guy and then looking after her afterwards and it ending with cuddles? love u 🧡

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

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"Baby," Remus tries to keep his voice calm despite the fact that he's frustrated, "Tell me again, please? I can't understand you very well. Just take your time, talk slow, okay?"

"Mm-hm." You whimper pitifully into the phone, "I- I saw someone smoking, jus' like you, and they offered me some. I re-" Your word shatters with a hiccup, "I remember you sayin' not to trust people. So I made sure I asked first if it was safe."

Something heavy and dull sinks in Remus's chest, "And what did they say?"

"'Said it was fine," You recounted, "But- but I didn't like it, Remmy, it didn't feel good. I- I think there's something wrong." Your legs are wobbly and you collapse onto the staircase you were trying to conquer, "I can't see straight, and-and my legs don't work, and I don't know what to do!"

You dissolve into sobs, and Remus is already pocketing his keys, intent on rescuing you from the party, and slitting someone's throat. He just hopes that whoever drugged you is still there, because if he doesn't get to exact justice for your naivety, he's sure he'll explode.

"Okay, baby, just stay calm please. Don't let anyone near you, okay? Wait for me somewhere safe, I'm coming to get you."

Remus definitely breaks speeding laws on the way over to the house party you've gone to, but he'd pay a thousand fines just to get you home safely. He bursts through the door in a commotion akin to an action movie, but no one's attention is on him as the party rages forward. He spots you immediately, crumpled on the lower steps of a staircase, your shoulders shaking as your head is buried in your knees. He rushes for you, making sure to announce his presence before touching you.

"Y/N," He taps your shoulder gently, "Y/N, it's me, it's Remus. We're gonna go to the hospital, okay? I've gotta make sure you're alright."

"The hospital?" Your voice quivers along with your lips, and Remus hates causing its tremble, "I- I don't wanna go to the hospital, Remus! That's scary."

"I'll be there the whole time." He soothes you, helping you to your feet and catching you around the waist when you threaten to fall, "But we gotta go, bug, just to be safe."

"Okay," You whimper miserably, tears streaked down your flushed cheeks, "Remus, carry me?"

He tells himself he's only giving in because you're unstable, but he knows he'd carry you to the ends of the earth any day if you asked him to. He nods, hoisting you into his arms and letting you bury your head into his neck, "Do you remember who it was?"

You point at a mousy brunette that sits on a couch opposite the door, though he doesn't catch your gesture. Remus commits the face to memory, hellbent on exacting revenge, "Good job remembering, baby, that'll help."

"Help?"

"I'm gonna.. tell him off."

"With your fists?" Even delirious, you know Remus too well.

"Maybe," Remus mumbles, throwing the door open again and rushing to the car, eager to get you to the ER, "'S not important, baby, just sit still."

He straps you in and tries to step back, but you catch his wrist with an adorably concentrated expression on your face.

"Violence is never the answer, Remus." You scold, your eyes slightly drifting out of focus, "Don't hit him."

"Okay." Remus placates you, leaning forward to kiss your forehead, "Okay, bug, I won't hit him."

"Thanks." You grin up at Remus, and if he wasn't so worried about your safety, the expression would have melted him. You let go of his wrist, twisting in your seat to recline against the headrest "Now c'mon Remmy, take me to the doctors."

[alyswritings]

jj x daughter reader where she has period cramps and she’s crying, has been in a bad mood all day and snaps at the Pogues as she just wants peace and quiet. Then she slams the door going into the room she stays in and jj follows her after going to complain about why she’s being rude then sees her crying. She tells him and he comforts her, turning off the light and cuddling his daughter. (age 13-14)

I have bad period cramps rn and No one can cuddle me!!!

i wish i had somebody to cuddle with on my periods

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Y/N sits curled up on the couch, rubbing her temples while her dad, aunts, and uncles get too rowdy while playing a game. They also have basketball on the TV, the three guys cheering whenever their team scores or complaining when the other team scores.

She had denied their offer to play games with them, and given she told them no a little too harshly, they didn't try to persuade her.

Y/N grimaces as John B and Kie protest something about the game.

"Oh, my God, can you guys just stop?!" Y/N shouts, getting the five adults to go quiet. "God, you are all so fucking loud. It's not that hard to be quiet. It'd actually be really fucking nice if you weren't so freaking loud all the time and knew what quiet was. Just chill out. Neither basketball nor a stupid board game are that serious!"

They watch the thirteen year old storm off and they hear the bedroom door slam shut.

"What the fuck was that?" Kie questions.

"I don't know. She's definitely JJ's daughter, though." Sarah comments, the four laughing.

"Ha, ha, ha." JJ rolls his eyes. "I'm gonna go find out what that all was." He says, getting up, and walking away.

He goes down the hall and knocks on the door before opening it.

"Hey, sweetie, look, I know emotions are important to express and all, but you don't need to snap at--" JJ stops when he spots the tears streaming down Y/N's face as she tries to wipe them away.

"Whoa, whoa, hey. Baby, what's wrong?" JJ frowns, walking over to her.

"I'm sorry." Y/N hiccups. "I just-- I'm on my period and my cramps are bad and-- and I've been out of it all day. I just want it to be quiet. I'm tired." Y/N sobs.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, baby girl. It's okay, you're all right." JJ soothes, pulling her into a hug, letting her cry into his shoulder. "It's all right. I got you." He continues to hug her for a few moments until her cries turn into sniffles.

"Okay. Here, you get comfy in bed and I will be right back, okay?" JJ tells her.

"Okay." She sniffles. JJ kisses her on the head before leaving the room.

"What's up with baby Maybank?" John B asks.

"She's on her period." JJ informs. "Look, um, you guys can still play games and watch basketball, but just try to keep it down, okay? She isn't feeling well and all the noise is bugging her." He tells them while he grabs a water bottle, some chocolate, and a bottle of pills.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course, man." Pope says.

"Anything." Sarah nods. "Let us know if she needs anything."

"Yeah, cool, thanks." JJ says, going back to the bedroom. "Okay." He gently shuts the door after he walks in.

"Here. Take those -- only one or two. Down it with the water. Here's some chocolate shall you choose." JJ puts the chocolate on the nightstand and Y/N takes two of the pills, washing them down with the water.

"All right." JJ turns the light off. He uses the light from the hallway that shines under the door to help him to the bed. "Just you and me in here, in our own little world. Pay no mind to any noises."

JJ climbs in the bed, getting under the covers.

"Those meds should kick in in a bit. Hopefully that'll help your cramps." JJ says.

"Thank you." Y/N mumbles.

"Anything for you, sweet girl." JJ says as Y/N cuddles into his chest. JJ holds her tightly, kissing her on the head. He rubs her back and plays with her hair while she snuggles as close to her dad as she can.

[maygirlsposts]

4,14,24,37,39 and 40 for Piper and Leo!

@scarareg Thank you so much for your ask!

leo x piper is kinda my self-indulgent secret ship heh, it's nice to talk about it sometimes hgjfkl;

4. Their favorite show to watch together?

I think they would love watching stupid movies (romcoms or unnecessarily sentimental and cheesy) together not bc they like them but so that they could make fun of the lines/scenes together like best friends do (bc ofc they are best friends first, lovers later). leo mimicking them in his stupid way, and piper giggling and rofling about like a buffalo the way she can't before others. they are the kinda couple who would enjoy everything they watch together.

but their ultimate fav, repeat to 10000x movie list till they have memorized every line is HTTYD, cuz yeah, leo-hiccup, toothless-festus, and ig piper is a lot like astrid? AND DRAgons!!! so yeah their go-to, top-of-head movie when they are lazy to try something new

(the only thing they never watch is tristan mclean movies lmao)

14. Who falls asleep during a movie?

Neither, but on hectic days when they are super tired, both of them catch the sleep bug and fall asleep.

if Leo is first to wake up to find the movie is over, he'd pick up piper and carry her to their bed, taking care she doesn't wake up (watching her sleep is secretly his fav thing, yk cuz of piper's cute way of sleeping: "inhaling through the nose, exhaling with a little puff through the mouth" and "her hair looked like it had become a nest for a friendly hamster")

on the other hand, if piper is first to wake, she'd prob simply arrange some pillows for their necks and go back to sleep, snuggling into him bc no chance she is getting cold lol

which brings me to the next choice!

24. Sleeping/cuddling positions? (Big spoon, little spoon, etc.)?

ggfhjk i love this question specifically for this ship cuz Piper is 100% the little spoon!

iirc (forgive me my knowledge of HoO is getting rusty! seriously, it's time for a full reread T_T) both piper and leo are the same height, right? maybe as adults, leo gets a late growth spurt of a couple of inches over her (which is annoying cuz leo is finally taller but secretly she likes it, cuz perfect for a side snuggle)

even otherwise, piper is always, subconsciously snuggling into his side cuz he is so hot warm. even if he hasn't used his fire, there is always some residual warmth in him all the time, which she has got used to searching out for. say, if leo gets up in the middle of the night to drink some water/got a brand new design idea in his head he just has to jot down NOW,,, by the time he returns to bed, piper is completely rolled up in his side of the bed, searching for him in her sleep (he loves this habit of hers! it also probs makes him feel better about his fire too)

iirc, his mom's warehouse caught fire in the middle of winter, right?? ig he'd slowly come to like winters better, bc of piper snuggling more into him during winters agfhjk

and iirc, he likes to sleep with a hug pillow, right? his old hug pillow has been replaced by piper!

39. Do they get along with the other's family? If not, how do they deal with the other's family?

on leo's side, hephaestus will be very suspicious of the daughter of aphrodite (cuz of his own experience with her) but talking to piper, he will be slightly mollified abt her… yet, his advice for Leo always will be to trust his machines more than the human specimen of his girlfriend (ofc leo won't take it seriously)

//toa spoilers/// now josephine and hemithea are his foster mothers i am sure piper would get along with them super well as well <3

on piper's side, leo has already met Tristan in Lost Hero and knows him as piper's friend, so he'd be pretty much chill with what pipes does and who she dates,, he might try to give Leo The Talk as his duty as her father, but Piper would kick her dad out before that ever happens (Leo just being the awkward bean like during the whole helicopter ride in TLH lol)

oth, leo would be mildly (understated) scared of Aphrodite. if they ever meet her (by chance) he'd keep fidgeting and tapping 'i love you' on his jeans till piper clasps his hand and taps back 'it's okay' but i think aphrodite won't be as scary as leo imagines in his head; she'd probs find him amusing and intrigued that her daughter actually prefers leo over jason.

40. Who is the skilled shopper for holidays? Who always waits 'til the last minute to get all of their gifts? (Which one gets stressed out easily)?

piper! she won't--but she would use her charmspeak to bargain for the best prices in those overly expensive, money grabbing malls, something that leo always finds terrifyingly awesome lmao,, piper gets excited for holiday shopping and stuff whereas leo tags along obediently (and use his magic toolbelt to stove away the shopping bags lol)

leo always forgets all of the important days because of his adhd (extreme even by demigod standards) and piper, having known him for long, understands this and never gets mad or anything but he'd always feel guilty about this and makes up for it in a completely random surprise gift he handdesigns for her. Of course, piper loves his stupid (affectionately) and most times, completely non-functional (cuz Leo himself doesn't know what they do loool but they are always weirdly complicated) gifts so much! like say a music box that goes moo! but bake out fresh cookies lmao

[leggerefiore]

Those Words

cw: Jealousy, Angst, Self-deprecating thoughts, happy ending,

pairing: Emmet/Reader

Summary: Concerns about your relationship haunt you. Emmet reassures you.

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It shouldn't have hurt.

You were being ridiculous.

If someone could hear the thoughts within your head, they'd laugh at you.

Your throat felt tight while you lied on the couch. It was dim in the room. Street lights bled in through the window, but all the lights were off in the apartment. It was Saturday night, and your boyfriend was out. Usually, he'd get off work, and you'd both spend a lazy evening in, or he would just be going into work for a graveyard shift. Somehow, however, he managed to get a Saturday off. What did he choose to do on the rare and daring free day? Well, go out with Elesa, of course. It stung. Tears burned your eyes.

Ridiculous. This was petty and stupid. She was his best friend and had been in his life longer than you had. Why did you think you could claim his time? You bit your lip. She was much more entertaining than you. A gym leader AND model! What were you? Some nobody who managed to get lost in the station and have Emmet's Galvantula lead you to him. He probably laughed about it for days. Then, you had the audacity to bring him a dessert as a gift. A whimper left you. He might have smiled at you and thanked with those adoring eyes, but who knew how he truly felt.

You had heard rumours about people he had dated. Caitlin of the Elite Four being a notable one in your mind. Why would he like you? You were probably some sort of bed warmer that he allowed to string themself along for his entertainment. A loud sob escaped your throat as you buried your face into a couch pillow. Stupid, you were. He was likely planning a way to end your relationship as you speak. Perhaps, daring to even take Elesa out on some full-day date. A scuttling noise came toward you as Joltik stared at you with glowing eyes. A cute squeaking noise came from them as they nuzzled into you. You cuddled the bug desperately.

For a few moments, you closed your eyes.

All was calm and peaceful as the turmoil from your mind was banished temporarily.

Well, until the door was burst open. Emmet rushed inside, Eelektross standing tall behind him. He was quickly at your side. The light was clicked on by Ingo while Emmet seemingly searched you over. “W-why weren't you answering?” he asked. His tone seemed harsh on your sensitive mind. Tears escaped your eyes again, while you fell into aggressive hiccups and sobs. Emmet flinched. You were pulled into a hug while his arms caged you in. Clinging to him desperately, you cried. All your pent-up emotion left you. “You love her, don't you?” you finally managed to get out after a few moments. He froze. “Love who?” The younger twin softly inquired. You sniffled. “Her! Elesa,” you pulled away to look him in the eyes.

He stared at you intensely before breaking into a laugh. “El-Elesa?” he questioned. His hands cupped your face while he pressed his forehead to yours. “No! Never! She's like a sister,” a gag followed, “That's like dating Ingo. Gross.” You gazed at him. What? “Wh-what about Caitlin?” He shook his head. “I tried dating her for a short while,” he nodded, “Buuut. Verrry scary. I woke her up on accident, and I felt true fear.” You giggled at his 'terrified' expression. A coo left him. “Are you jealous, darling?” His nose rubbed against yours. “Don't be! I love you so much. You're very cute and fun, and cuddle with my Joltiks!” A quick peck was placed in your lips. You felt at ease from his words.

“Ah, is everything alright then?” Ingo called from the entryway. Had he heard all of that?

“Yep! Go home!” Emmet replied. He totally had. You swallowed. The door clicked close behind him and left you alone with Emmet.

“Why were you worried about that?” Emmet asked, taking a seat beside you on the couch. Leaning into his shoulder, you sighed. You didn't feel like you should be able to date someone like him. He had fans and respect with a title. Even if those both weren't a big part of who he was, it was still always there, tormenting you. A famous, strong trainer was better off being his counterpart over you. “You deserve someone better,” you sighed. He turned you to face him and stared deeply into your eyes. His hands held tightly on to your arms.

“I don't want 'better',” he spoke softly with a gentle smile, “I want you! I don't care about deserving. I love you.” You froze. He was being so genuine. Putting aside his usual playful demeanour to hold a serious conversation. “Do you think I want to date a famous trainer? Verrrry wrong. Nope! I want someone who likes me for who I am and gets along with Ingo,” Emmet explained further, “You do both! Perfect. Yep!” You laughed more. That's all he needed? You'd disagree with some of his more absurd needs, but… You felt reassured.

“Why did you spend the day with Elesa, then, Em?” you asked after the emotional waves had truly retreated. He tilted his head before casting his eyes aside with a slight blush on his cheeks. A hand scratched the back of his head. “I… Wanted her opinion on something,” he offered, “She ended up dragging me around with her, though. She was worried I was being impatient. I asked Ingo, too.” You were confused. What kind of question had him so worried? He grasped your hand. “I'm going to go with my first decision! Yep!” he nodded to himself. You could ponder.

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Ingo held the bag with the white velvet box in his hands. How did he end up with this? Emmet was being himself, he supposed. Had he even considered how serious this was? Probably. The older twin just couldn't believe the younger had beaten him. He needed to catch up to him.

[soft-for-yoongi]

Sick Minie

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Sick: Jimin

Caretakers: Jungkook and Namjoon

Tw: emeto, vom*****, mentions of nausea, stomach pain

Word count: 1403

(Jimin catches a bug and has to rely on Jungkook and Namjoon to take care of him)

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"Namjoon-hyung..." Jimin taps the leader on the shoulder, trying to keep composed. Jimin is struggling to sit straight with the stomach pain in his middle. God, when will this award show end. "Yes? What's wrong?" Namjoon takes his eyes off the performance, turning to his side.

"Do you think we could leave soon?" Jimin gives Namjoon a pleading look, hoping he'll take the hint. "I'll work something out." Namjoon smiles, giving Jimin a short rub on the back. He's pleading with the nausea that hasn't left him since he woke up to die down. He cannot and will not throw up at an award show.

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Finally. The comfort of their dorm. Jimin's been waiting for this moment, when he can take his uncomfortable outfit off and slide into the softest pair of pyjamas. Yes, it's only 4pm, but Jimin is feeling like a bag of shit, so he feels like doing nothing apart from curling into a ball.

He does exactly that in his bed, cursing under his breath as his stomach gives a proper churn and a threatening burp forces its way up. He's in too much discomfort to get up. The nausea along with the swaying of his stomach is no doubt concerning. Thank the lord, he can hear someone walking down the hall, with Jimin's door open, the figure walks past and it's recognisably Jungkook.

"Jungkook-ah!" Jimin calls out and the youngest takes a few steps back to peer into his room, a bag of chips in his hand and one halfway to his mouth. "Yeah?" Jungkook doesn't question the pyjamas, he's more worried about why Jimin's in an almost fetal position, tucked away in bed.

"Could you please grab a heat pack and put it in the microwave?" Jimin asks, teeth clenching to keep down his lunch. Jungkook's facial features imidiantly soften. He knows how hard it can get for Jimin and his susceptibility to muscle strain. "Sure thing, I'll be back." And then the maknae scurries off.

"Namjoon-hyung? Do you know what's wrong with Jiminie-hyung?" Jungkook asks the leader, who's sat on the couch reading a book while the heat pack warms in the microwave. "Yeah he seemed off at the show but I don't really know why.." Namjoon looks up at the maknae, pity evident on his face.

"He asked me to get a heat pack, I think his shoulder might be hurting again. Can you come with me to check on him? He was really pale, hyung.." Jungkook shuffles on his feet. Namjoon nods, hoping Jimin isn't coming down with something. With a schedule like theirs, it's hard to work around things like illnesses.

"Hey, hyung. I got a heat pack. Can you tell Namjoonie-hyung and I what's wrong?" Jimin can hear the worry in Jungkook's voice and accepts the heat pack with a tight-lipped smile. "Thank you Kookie and Namjoon-hyung. I-I don't know what's going on with me.... I feel sick, like my stomach is really upset.." Jimin replies, hiccuping in between words.

The two members frown with worry, "Aw, Jimin.... Is there anything we can do to help? Do you want to go to the bathroom?" Namjoon asks, grateful they don't have any more schedules today. Jimin keeps the heat pack close to his stomach, breathing through a tough cramp as it works up his insides. He feels like throwing up, but that's the last thing Jimin wants to do. "Want me to rub your stomach?" Jungkook offers, wishing he could take some of the pain for his hyung.

Jimin nods, "cuddles, Joonie-hyung?" Jimin switches to pleading eyes and pouts his lips as much as he feels needed. How can Namjoon resist. Jimin's pale, shaky frame looking up at him and asking for some TLC. Namjoon climbs into the bed with zero hesitation.

Jungkook runs his fingers gently across Jimin's upset tummy, it's helping but it doesn't take the nausea away, Jimin can feel the pain make him dizzy in the head and the sick feeling settled in his stomach claws up his throat. Jungkook pauses the massage when he sees Jimin's head drop and the laboured breaths escaping his parted lips. "Hyung? You alright?" Jungkook asks and Namjoon looks down at Jimin's head that's buried in his chest.

Silence is all they need for them to worry. "C-can you help me to the bathroom–" Jimin tries to sit up, and manages to do so with Namjoon's help. "Oh—of course!" Jungkook replies and he and Namjoon support Jimin's forearms. They make it a couple small, slow steps from the bed before he pauses, bending over at the waist, eyebrows knitted together in pain.

"Hyung—I feel dizzy... the pain–I think I'm going to throw up." Jimin closes his eyes, gripping tightly to the band members on either side of him. Imidiantly, Namjoon shoots a concerned look to Jungkook. Namjoon is definitely going to go into leader-panic mode. "We got you Jimin, breathe." Namjoon places a hand on the small of Jimin's back. His face is almost as white as paper and Jimin's luscious lips have drained of their pink tint.

Being upright makes the nausea tenfold, like a wet blanket clinging uncomfortably. Jimin can't make it any further, he's going to vomit. Like right now. He brings a hand to his mouth, eyes frantically meeting Namjoon's. "Jungkook get a bin—or a bowel, just something–" Jungkook leaves Jimin's side to dash back into the kitchen. He swipes the bin and rushes back with haste.

"Here hyung! Just let it up." Jungkook thrusts the bin under Jimin's mouth, Namjoon is holding the poor boy up because he can barely stand. Jimin's knees shake and a mouthful lands into the bin, he coughs and tears threaten to spill from his eyes. "Hey, Jiminie, let's sit down, yeah?" Namjoon suggests and he slowly lowers both him and Jimin while Jungkook makes sure the bin stays in place to avoid a mess.

Jimin can hear and feel his stomach complain and a strong gag makes him throw up again into the bin. He does feel better now that he's kneeling down and doesn't have to bare the weight of himself but throwing up is never fun. Namjoon uses his large hand to run up and down Jimin's spine, hoping he'll get some relief. Jungkook is praying that his hyung isn't getting sick and that it was just something he ate.

Jimin whines at a cramp and he's heaving again, shoving his face into the bin, held by Jungkook. The smell is offensive to all their noses but it sets Jimin off even more, making him gag back to back with no breaks. "It's okay Jimin, you'll feel better." Namjoon hopes he's right.

Jungkook is bug-eyed, seeing his hyungs go through hard times is his only hardship after all. Jimin hates that Jungkook and Namjoon have to see him like this even if he is prone to upset stomachs. Jimin swallows down thick saliva, shutting his eyes and willing his stomach to stay down. One hiccup and he's forced back over the bin, adding to the vomit.

Jimin feels himself being wrung out and the uncomfortable emptiness of his stomach. When nothing but a few hiccups and quiet burps come up, Jimin brings himself to wipe his tears. Namjoon is still rubbing his back and moving the hair out his face. "That's it Jimin, you did so well, love." Namjoon praises. Jungkook wipes Jimin's tears for him and gives his glowy but pale cheeks a little squeeze.

"Don't cry, hyungie... are you feeling better?" Jungkook asks, doe eyes searching Jimin's. "Yeah, I feel better. Still a bit dizzy and sore but I'll be okay." Jimin smiles, it's a little forced but it's a smile nonetheless. It gives both Jungkook and Namjoon some relief, the leader was worried he'd end up calling an ambulance.

"How about a nice bath, Minie? I'm sure Jin-hyung will be happy to make you some soup and Jungkook can give you a massage or something?" Namjoon smiles, playing with the hairs on the back of Jimin's neck. "That sounds amazing, thank you Namjoon-hyung and Jungkook-ah. I love you." Jimin sniffles and smiles, successfully getting one from Jungkook and Namjoon, too.

"We love you too, hyungie." Jungkook strokes Jimin's hair, "Of course, Jimin-ah." Namjoon adds, dimples peaking through.

[bratzforchris]

hi! can you do one where michael and luke are dating during the japan leg of tour? and michael gets sick and is sad that he’s missing going to some of the pokémon tourism stuff so luke goes and gets him a huge pikachu stuffie while he’s asleep?

Woke Up In Japan

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Summary: Above

Pairing: Michael x Luke

Warnings: Vomiting, sickness

Word Count: 895

A/N: Thank you for the request! Japansos has my heart >.<

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Michael groaned, lifting his dizzy, heavy head off the pillow. Literally every part of his body hurt at the moment, and he kind of wished he could crawl into a hole and sleep for a thousand years. He shivered, pulling the white duvet closer to his chin. Being sick sucked ass. 

“Morning, honey,” Luke hummed, nuzzling his scruffy chin into Michael’s shoulder. “How ya feeling, hmm?”

“Like shit.” Michael answered honestly, letting out an involuntary sneeze. 

“Awww, you sneeze like a kitten.” Luke cooed, prompting a little ‘shut up’ from a blushing Michael. 

Michael coughed into the blankets, rough barks that shook his whole body and left his abdominal muscles aching. The boy felt himself tearing up, more from being feverish and miserable than anything, but also from being sad. Michael never got sick, like ever. So of course, the world decided to be kind to him and make him get sick the day they touched down in Japan. The green-eyed boy had longed to go to Japan since he was little and had discovered Pokemon, and now that he was here, he couldn’t actually go explore. 

“What’s wrong, love?” Luke asked sadly, reaching over to rub Michael’s bare tummy. 

“It’s stupid.” Michael mumbled, shoving his face into the pillow. 

“Doubt it,” Luke mumbled, running a hand through Michael’s fluffy lavender hair. “What’s buggin’ ya?”

“My head hurts and I’ve wanted to go to Japan since I was little, but now I can’t go explore and I’m so nauseous and just…ugh!” Michael huffed into the pillow. 

Luke threw his arm around Michael’s back, rubbing softly. “I’m sorry, lovey. Do you want some tea?” 

Michael shook his head, rolling over onto his back. “Feel gross.”

“Like sick gross?” Luke asked. “Some tea would help your throat and nose, bubba.”

“Think ‘m gonna puke.” Michael whined. 

Luke sighed sadly, helping his boyfriend sit up. “Let’s get you to the bathroom, sweetheart.” he said gently. 

The blond helped Michael to the bathroom, rubbing his back softly as the lavender-haired boy kneeled in front of the toilet. He had put one of the hotel towels down to minimize the mess and was doing whatever he could to help Michael stay comfortable. 

“I don’t want to.” Michael whined, letting out a sickly hiccup. 

“I know, sweetie,” Luke said, rubbing his back. “But you’ll feel better once you get it up.”

Michael shuddered, leaning over the porcelain bowl as he tried to keep his stomach where it belonged. Before long though, the nausea won and the boy began to throw up into the toilet. Luke held his damp fringe back, whispering comforting words. 

“Huh huh,” Michael panted, tears pricking his eyes as he got a break from the violent vomiting. “Oh god, my stomach.” he whimpered, before coughing roughly. 

“Poor thing, you got a little flu bug.” Luke pouted, wetting a washcloth at the sink and wiping Michael’s mouth. 

Mikey leaned into Luke’s touch like a kitten, humming softly. “Can we go back to bed? I’m done for now…” he whispered. 

“Sure baby,” Luke flashed a tiny smile and helped Michael up and back to bed.

He tucked his boyfriend into bed, kissing his pale cheek. Michael was very pale normally, so he was almost transparent when he was sick. Luke loped over to the kitchenette in their hotel room, grabbing Michael a bottle of water. 

“Small sips, honey.” he told Michael. 

Michael did as told before patting the bed for Luke to come cuddle. Luke let out a small laugh and climbed under the covers next to his boy, putting the plastic bottle on the nightstand. 

“Get some rest, Mikey bear.” he cooed softly, rubbing Michael’s head. 

Aided by Luke’s snuggles and the overwhelming tiredness from vomiting, Michael fell asleep rather quickly, snoring softly. He slept for quite a while, only waking up when he felt that Luke wasn’t near him. The green-eyed boy looked around the empty hotel room. The sun had gone down a bit and all was silent. Looking over at Luke’s side of the bed, Michael saw a little note. 

Mikey, 

Ash, Cal, and I went to grab a late lunch. We’ll be back soon. Call if you need us!

Love, 

Luke <3

Michael smiled to himself, clutching the note to his chest. Luke was so sweet. The boy paused and observed how his body felt, relief washing over him when he realized that he felt slightly better. His aches had gone away slightly and his stomach no longer felt upset. 

Just then, the door opened, revealing Luke carrying a large shopping bag. 

“Hey baby,” Luke smiled. “How ya feeling?”

“Icky, but better,” Michael smiled softly and stretched. “Just woke up.”

“I got you something.” Luke grinned, handing him the bag. 

“Oh?” Michael asked, looking at his boyfriend curiously. 

“Open it!” the blond smiled. 

Michael opened the bag cautiously, before letting out a little squeal. “Luke, you didn’t.”

Inside the bag was a large Pikachu stuffed animal, straight from the Nintendo merchandise store. Call Michael basic, but his favorite pokemon was absolutely Pikachu. 

“I did.” Luke laughed. 

“I love it! Thank you!” Michael squealed, throwing his arms around Luke’s neck.

“I love you, Mikey bear.” Luke smiled. 

“I love you more.” Michael smiled, letting out a cough. 

And if they spent the rest of the night cuddling, no one but Michael and Luke had to know. 

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

If you’re still open- I’d give anything for either maybe 23 or 43 (or honestly anything you feel like!!) for maybe the single mom au or the broader family au- I’ve always been obsessed with those. I go back and reread them all the time 🩷

omg of course oml you don't know how much this made me day🥹 i'm glad you love that au since it's like my first baby

43. "Tomorrow will be better" + 23. "Why don’t you let me braid your hair?"

“I’m so tired.” Jasmine sighed as she got into bed, scooting up close to Daya with a sleepy smile. She chuckled and kissed her hair.

“Oh really? Too tired for some goodnight kisses?” She perked up instantly and grinned up at the taller woman.

“I didn’t say that.” She smiled and kissed her gently and before her hand could come up to her cheek, a small voice spoke out.

“Mamas?”

Daya pulled away little a small sigh. “We’re up, baby bug. It’s okay.” Jasmine had a small pout from their cuddles being interrupted but was quickly gone when Ava opened the door. She was in her little flower night gown and stayed in the doorway. “You wanna come in?”

She nodded and walked over quickly, getting to the side of the bed and climbing up before Daya lifted her up the rest of the way, falling into the mattress with a little bounce. “What’s up, dragonfly?”

“Do I have to go to school tomorrow?” She asked in a small voice, playing with her fingers as she sat between her mothers.

“You do, baby. It’ll be just as much fun as it was today.” Jasmine smiled and rubbed her daughters shoulder. Ava looked down and mumbled.

“What was that baby?”

“School wasn’t fun.” She said louder this time, looking up at them with tears in her eyes. “I hate it.”

Her mothers eyes widened as she started to sniffle, continuing to voice how much she hated school.

“Oh baby.” Jasmine cooed and scooped her up into her arms, the girl burrowing into her and crying louder. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” Daya wrapped her arms around Jasmine and pulled them both closer, rubbing the girls little back and kissing her hair.

“I d-don like it an an it’s so scary! Please don’t make me go morrow.” She sobbed and continued crying as they comforted her.

“Baby look at Mama,” Daya said, taking her daughters hands and holding them tight. “Watch Mama so we can take some deep breaths.” She nodded weakly and followed what her mother did and breathed deeply, her tears stopping only to leave little hiccups.

“Good job, honey.” Jasmine kissed her forehead. “Now how about you tell us what was scary about school today.”

“All of it. Miss Nali was nice but I hated bein way from you an Mama an an everything was so big an I wanted to go home so bad.”

“Oh baby bug.” Daya kissed her forehead and cheeks. “I’m so sorry today wasn’t a good day at school for you.”

“Tomorrow will be better, baby girl.” Jasmine said, running her hands through the little girls hair.

“How you know?” She looked up at her matching green eyes.

“Because it’ll be a special hair day tomorrow. We can braid it and put whatever bows and sparkles you want, baby.”

“Really?” Ava said with a little smile.

“Really. Even Mama can braid your hair.”

Ava shook her head. “Mommy do it.”

Daya gave her a playful glare. “Hey! Why won’t you let me braid your hair, stinker?”

She giggled and hid in her mothers shoulders. “Cause you make it too loose an tickle me too much.”

“Too much tickles? You mean like this?” She had a wicked grin and tickled Ava’s side. The girls eyes widened as she shrieked and squirmed, letting out loud laughs. Jasmine laughed and joined in, watching Avas cheeks turn bright pink. They eventually stopped and she collapsed on the bed in between them, still giggling.

“We love you, Ava.” Jasmine smiled and kissed her cheek. “I promise tomorrow will be the best day of school ever.”

“It’ll be the greatest.” Daya did the same on the other side, watching the girl yawn. “Now get some sleep and have amazing dreams, dragonfly. Night.”

“Nigh nigh.” Ava yawned again and closed her eyes, falling asleep quickly. Daya smiled and pulled up the covers as Jasmine draped an arm over her. They were pulled closer into Dayas chest and we’re about to fall asleep.

“Am I that bad at braiding?”

Jasmine rolled her eyes with a chuckle and kissed her wife gently. “Goodnight, baby.”

[ariisheresstuff]

Nah bcs I See Katsuki sometimes accidentally hurting you during sex like his arms hits your face or sum like that

Like sex with Bakugou can be rough ASFF I say it depends on how he feels during it. But like most of the time it’s rough!!!

“Ohh yeah, fuck- Baby you like that huh?” “Oh fuck! Katsu!” Ima just say y’all are fucking on a kitchen counter (just seems like somewhere katsuki would definitely fuck) “You’re so fucking hot babe shit.” And he’s like full THRUSTING into you making your legs split apart from his waist that you had a grip on, your hands are on his shoulders keeping a grip. “Mm! Ka-Katsuki please.” He smirked at you before cupping your face with his right hand, “Hm? Tell me baby.” Your cheeks are flushed and tears are springing from your eyes, “D-deeper please.” He chuckled before slapping your face, only for you to yelp. Katsuki stopped his thrusting and his eyes went wide, “Babe? Are you okay?” He cupped your face to check for any injuries, he saw a red mark on your face that imprinted his hand. He felt knots in his stomach, you looked up at him holding your cheek that he slapped with tears falling down. “Y-you hit me t-too hard, Katsuki!” You cried out with a whimper, “Shit, baby I-I I’m so sorry, I didn’t expect for myself to hit that hard.” He pulled you into his bare chest rubbing your arms and shushing your light sobs, “Do you need ice or something?” He cupped your neck so you could face him, you shook your head with a hiccup. “I-I’m okay.” Katsuki groaned, now he just felt guilty for slapping you so god damn hard. “Fuck babe, I really am sorry.” He apologized for like the 7th time, you gave him a soft smile. “I-I’m okay now katsu, It’s okay.” He huffed as he kissed your temple, “I’m still gonna hold you and love you till I stop hearing you sniffle and hiccup.” You giggled lightly at him being so serious, “I want cuddles too Mister.” He chuckled lightly as he pecked your nose before picking you up and bringing you to the couch to go and cuddle, “Anything you want princess.”

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Tag-List: @ebiharachan @otomefan @amis-love-bugs @slasherstories123 @writeslikedream

[libraryofloveletters]

Nick Amaro “Wanna come over and fuck?” from prompt list one 😊

Prompt: “Wanna come over and fuck?” 

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The phone buzzed on your nightstand, over and over again. You were off for the next two days, who the hell could be bugging you? You roll over, grabbing the phone to see Nick’s name on the screen. He wouldn't call you this late unless it was an emergency. 

“Hello ? Nick, is everything okay?” 

“Hiiiiiii y/n,” you can hear the giggle in his voice. “Nick, what’s going on?” you ask, sitting up on your bed. 

“Wanna come over and fuck?” he blurts, a stifled chuckle following the words. You bite back the urge to laugh, “excuse me?” 

“You’re so pretty and warm, and you smell so good all the time. It’s distracting.” Nick rambles off to you and you can hear the bottle clinking on his side of the line. 

“Where are you?” you ask him, already out of bed and getting ready. “Home,” he hums, his words paused by a gulp. 

“How much have you had to drink? Where’s Zara?” 

“Zara’s with her mom this weekend,” he hiccups, “I only had like..” you can hear him counting to himself. “6?” he guesses after giving up on the counting. 

“I’ll come over honey, but you gotta promise me no more before I get there.” you tell him and he grumbles something before answering you. “Okay yeah, fine.” 

The drive to Nick’s was 10 minutes, if not less. The roads were empty when you pulled into his driveway. “Nick?!” you shout outside his front door, knocking. He opens the door, a grin on his face when he sees you, pulling you in for a hug. 

“Hi y/n,” he smiles, walking in with his arm around you. “Hi Nicky, whatcha up too ?” you ask him, walking him straight to his bedroom. 

“Are we gonna..” he wiggles his eyebrows at you. You roll your eyes, “no, I’m gonna make sure you get to bed okay and not puke on yourself.” you hum

The man pouts, “that's boring.” 

“I’m boring like that.” You shift him to lay on his side, unbuttoning his shirt for him. “Stay with me?” he grabs your hand, pulling you back to bed. 

“Fine,” you climb over him, sitting next to him on the bed and Nick rolls over and drops his head on your lap, cuddling into your side.