#and then put it down very gently and curl up to take a nap next to it

[schilders]

note: more sleepy implied nerd!gojo

When you enter your apartment, it’s quiet—which isn’t surprising—and all the lights are dimmed. Which, if you were the last one to leave, it wouldn’t be all that shocking, but you weren’t the last one here. Satoru was, and you’re sure he is still here, but where he was you didn’t know.

“Satoru?” You call out as you toe off your shoes before stepping further into the apartment. The t.v. in the living room is on, but the sound is muted. “Toru?”

You enter the kitchen next, flicking the light on and placing the few bags of groceries you had purchased down on the counters.

“Jeez, Satoru,” you sigh, shaking your head. There was a plate of unfinished food left by the sink, and it gave you an idea of just where he was and what he was doing.

He had a habit of not eating properly when studying or working on a project, so if you had to guess. . .

Taking your time, you put away all the groceries and clean up the mess Satoru left behind before fixing him a quick sandwich and a glass of ice water. It would probably have been earlier today that he last ate, so he’s hungry even if he tries to deny it.

“‘Toru?” Your voice is soft when you call for him, not wanting to disturb him. The light to your bedroom is on, peeking out from under the doorway. You gently push it open with your shoulder, not wanting to drop his food. “Hey, I made you something—”

Oh.

Well that’s not what you were expecting to see.

He’s curled up on your bed, schoolwork abandoned on your desk. He’s got his arms folded, cheek squished against them, and if you look a little closer, you’d notice the small bit of drool on the corner of his mouth.

“My precious ‘Toru,” you murmur quietly, quickly placing down the plate and glass of water. The bed dips beneath you when you make your way beside him, a hand reaching out to brush back the soft white strands of his hair.

You don’t understand how he’s comfortable sleeping the way that he is. You want to wake him up to help him change into something more comfortable and help him settle in properly, but at the same time, he looks way too peaceful.

For right now, you continue to run your fingers through his hair, watching the gentle look on his face as he sleeps. His brows furrow a bit, and then there’s a soft murmur of your name.

“‘Toru?” You swipe a finger over his bottom lip, and he twitches under your touch. A quiet giggle escapes you at the sight, and then he’s murmuring your name again.

Again, you consider waking him up, and this time you give in. He’d easily fall back asleep anyways.

“Satoru,” you say, firmer this time, hand going to his shoulder to shake him gently. “I need you to wake up, baby.”

Stirring slightly, his lashes flutter gently, and you have to stop yourself from tracing along them. You think he’s about to wake up, but he just buries his face deeper against his arms, incoherent words leaving him.

Sighing softly, you shake him a little harder, watching the way his lips form a thin line before his eyes open.

“Hey.”

And at the sound of your voice, his eyes are opening a little wider, pretty blues coming into view as he blinks slowly, like he’s trying to process everything.

“Hey,” his voice is raspy, and he clears his throat before trying again. “Hey.”

“What happened here, sweetheart?”

It takes him a few moments to register your words, his brows coming together. “W-what?” Then he’s trying to sit up, and you reach to help him, hands cupping his face once he’s fully upright.

Without saying anything, you nod towards the desk, where he’s got his laptop open and forgotten, he’s got a notebook and a book or two as well.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

Licking his lips, he nods, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his head. “I got tired and figured I could take a quick thirty-minute nap.”

That surprises you because Satoru is not the type to abandon his work in favor of resting, you’re very familiar with this fact.

He can see the look of surprise on your face, a blush settling on his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. “I knew you wouldn’t be happy if I didn’t rest, so. . .”

The thought has your heart fluttering softly and without saying anything, you pull him in for a quick kiss, your lip gloss rubbing off on his mouth as you do so, and he smacks his lips at the fruity taste. It takes everything in you not to squish his face.

“How about this,” you begin, brushing your fingers through his hair again, attempting to fix the mess it has become but only succeeding in further ruining it. And he’s looking at you with heavy lids, hands bunching up the comforter beneath him. “Eat something first, and then we can lie back down and get some more sleep.”

“But. . .” He’s licking his lips again, eyeing your desk where his stuff sits. You can tell there’s a battle going on in his head, one that’s telling him to pick back up where he left off and the other saying to get in bed with you. For a second there you think he’s going to further protest, but then his eyes are back on you, his gaze softening, and he’s nodding. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay,” you say quietly, a small smile on your face, but then another thought crosses your mind. “Or after you eat, we could take a bath together?” You suggest.

He’s nodding almost immediately, hands joining yours where they rest on his face, giving them a soft squeeze. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

You can’t help but giggle, your inner thoughts taking over this time, squishing his cheeks til his lips pout, “You’re so cute, ‘Toru!”

end note: prolly gonna write the soft bath scene

[guiltyandashamed]

headcannons: jealousy

The 7 brothers and their responses to you getting buddy buddy with someone else.

Lucifer

Outwardly calm, inwardly devising a plan to remove the other person.

He tells himself it's beneath him to be jealous—but the way his jaw ticks when you're laughing a little too hard at someone else's joke gives him away.

He won’t interfere directly but will mysteriously show up at your side, arms folded, expression unreadable, standing just close enough to claim territory.

If you ask him directly? He’ll deny it, then casually change the subject and assign you more tasks so you spend more time near him.

You know he's jealous when he offers to escort you to RAD, normally he leaves earlier than anyone else, but he'll put his responsibilities aside (temporarily) until he's satisfied with time spent with you.

Mammon

Horrible at hiding it. Truly, pathetically bad.

Starts off huffy and sulky, arms crossed, muttering under his breath. “Tch, what’s so great about them anyway?”

Gets louder the more he tries to act like he doesn’t care.

Will suddenly be clingier, draping himself over your shoulder, bringing up shared memories loudly in front of whoever made him jealous.

May go full on “I’m your first, remember?!”

Will probably demand cuddles or attention afterward and won’t let go until his pride is patched (which may take a while).

Leviathan

Avatar of Envy, duh.

Withdraws first. Goes quiet. Eyes follow you but he doesn’t say much.

Starts comparing himself to the person you're talking to, convinced they’re cooler, more normie-attractive, probably a better match.

Will game aggressively to distract himself, drown himself in anime and manga, but he starts seeing parallels so he freaks out even more.

Needs reassurance, a lot of it. His face will be hiding in his hoodie and you know you've won him over when he finally stops hiding in it.

Satan

Possessive in subtle ways.

Doesn’t make a scene, but will insert himself into the conversation with charm that borders on cold.

Suddenly has facts or anecdotes that one-up the person you're with, effortlessly.

His smile doesn't reach his eyes when he’s jealous. That’s the tell.

Will call you out later in private, “You seemed very entertained tonight.”

If you reassure him, he relaxes instantly—maybe even smirks and says, “Good. I don’t share what’s mine.”

Asmodeus

Jealousy? From him? Never... unless… wait, are you flirting??

Overcompensates by trying to outshine whoever you’re talking to. Laughs louder, touches your arm more often, plays the charm up to eleven.

If it doesn’t work, he deflates a little.

Will pout in your room later, lounging upside down on your bed, demanding, “Do I not make your heart flutter anymore?”

Needs physical affection to feel reassured: cuddles, kisses, anything to remind him he's still your favorite.

Once soothed, he snaps back to being sunshine and glitter like nothing happened.

Beelzebub

Confused at first. Then bothered. Then protective.

Doesn’t know why he suddenly doesn’t like the way someone’s leaning too close to you, but it makes his stomach twist in a way that isn’t hunger.

Watches you quietly, then stands behind you like a silent wall.

Subtly moves you closer to him—maybe by offering you food or gently steering you away.

If pushed too far, he might say “I think you’re standing a little too close” straight to the point.

Tells you afterward, “I didn’t like the way they looked at you,” and hopes that’s enough to explain it.

Belphegor

Doesn’t hide it. Blatantly obvious.

Glares openly. Broods. Gives the person you're with a long, deadpan stare that makes most people nervous.

Will pull you into naps more often. Hugs you tighter. Might whisper snide things about the other person as he drifts off on your shoulder.

“Tch. Can’t believe you were smiling like that for them”

Will absolutely steal your blanket and refuse to share it until you give him a kiss or acknowledge he’s your favorite.

Grumbles less once you curl up next to him, but still mutters “Mine” under his breath when he thinks you’re asleep.

[madhattervanessa]

Care

Summary: A bad day.

Warnings: uhm, depression naps, loss and regaining of appetite, excessive sleeping, Simon lets himself in, fluff

Words: 1169

A/N: This is very self-indulgent but I felt like posting it anyways. Sending love to anyone who can relate.

Requests are open as always.

Masterlist - Mobile Masterlist

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You let your water glass clink against the sink and move back towards the sofa. The morning sun is barely peeking through the curtains but you feel tired.

The walking pad you had gotten remains unused as you lie down.

Everything hurts. There are days like this, where it just does and a bone-deep tiredness just blinds you, pulling you to sleep, even though you had already slept for 10 hours.

It’s no use trying to resist.

So you sleep, again, curled up on the couch under your blanket.

It’s already enough that you don’t go to work but when Simon texts you, asking where you are, it makes you hide underneath the blanket even more.

You don’t want to bother anyone with your sudden, overwhelming sadness, is what you text back. You really don’t.

Another text.

You ignore it.

When you wake up again, it’s well into the afternoon, almost approaching evening.

At least you feel comfortable now, still tired and sad, but comfortable.

The creak of your front door makes you freeze, going completely stiff, as the door falls back into its lock.

The heavy footsteps are familiar and you tug your blanket away from your face just in time to see Simon appearing in the kitchen.

He doesn’t say anything, just stands in the door frame for a moment.

He approaches with care. It's like you can feel his heavy gaze on you as he rounds the couch and comes to another halt right in front of you.

And then he produces a paper bag and puts down a steaming paper cup (a little cardboard sleeve already wrapped around it), right in your eye sight, on the coffee table.

You furrow your brows and already feel tears gathering in your eyes. So you ruck the blankets a little higher. The dull sound of your water bottle hitting the wood of the table follows.

He puts the paper bag down, too.

Then, he just turns on his heel and leaves again, locking the door behind himself.

You fall into an uneasy slumber after that, but manage to take a few sips of the drink he had brought you, before hiding underneath the blanket again.

The next time the door opens, he locks it behind him.

The warm, savoury smell of food wafts through the air but this time, Simon’s footsteps are so quiet, you wouldn’t know he was inside if you hadn’t heard the lock turn, moving through your kitchen like a ghost.

You sigh and push your nose deeper into the cushions.

You jump when you feel Simon sitting down on the couch, already having nodded off again.

He wordlessly checks how full the water bottle and the paper cup are, before gently pushing them to your side and setting down the crinkly, white plastic bag in his hand. It clinks metallically as it hits the table and your eyes automatically follow the movement of his hands.

He unpacks a plethora of black boxes, some of them steaming, some seeming cold.

You recognize the packaging immediately- your favorite sushi place.

You can feel your mouth salivate a little, a sudden ache pulsing behind your eyes that reminds you that you had barely had breakfast before you had slept for another eternity.

He puts down two beers and one of those yuzu lemonades you like to get sometimes, before he eventually leans back. He glances at you before demonstratively patting the cushions, obviously searching for the remote.

You huff and carefully extend an arm out of your cocoon to reach for it. 

He hums when you give it to him.

When he opens his beer with one hand, you instantly realize that you desperately need to go pee.

Simon’s gaze follows you, as you get up and quickly retreat to the bathroom.

As soon as you are back, you stop in your tracks.

Simon has spread out all of the food on the table, containers opened.

Additionally, he has put a blanket on himself, his legs spread invitingly.

You chew on your lip and hesitate for a moment.

He wordlessly flips the blanket open and meets your eyes.

You keep chewing on your lip but you are cold and you know Simon is a walking heater. 

So you cave and crawl into the offered space.

Simon manhandles you until you are comfortably sitting back against his chest.

He is quick to positively swaddle you in the blanket, making sure to fold the edges down underneath your feet. On screen, a trashy dating show is already on, running on low volume.

He grabs one of the boxes and wordlessly deposits it on your lap. You quickly notice a second pair of chopsticks lie in the box as he starts to eat.

It takes him getting through just one of the takeout boxes for you to grab hold of the chopsticks and start getting into a few of the side dishes, before you eventually start picking out your favorites from the other boxes. Behind the armrest of the couch, Simon carefully collects them in another bag as soon as you are both done with them.

As the show goes on, you eventually come back to doing your little quips, commenting on who you think is a toxic asshole and how the women deserve better. Simon grunts his approval or murmurs something about those bloody idiots, while steadily making you eat up the rest of the food.

With your belly full and your mind busy with the trashy tv show, you don’t even notice the time passing. Simon keeps you warm, his hands constantly rubbing over your skin, petting at your waist, wrapping his arm over you, rubbing his cheek against your temple.

When the last episode finally wraps up, Simon turns you in his arms until you can nuzzle into his neck.

He lets his hand stroke over your back as you try your best not to let the weight of the day get to you again, the aching emptiness.

He just holds you, silently. Providing you with the steady up and down of his breathing and the blissful absence of any questions.

Eventually, his hand wanders up to gently wrap around the nape of your neck, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb in slow circles over your scalp.

“D’you want me to stay over?”

You don’t answer.

You do, you desperately do, but this already feels like you have required too much of him. All of your thoughts are circling around being a burden, not even being able to open your fucking mouth-

“Tell you what”, he mutters, “‘m gonna watch a few episodes of a show I wanna see. Finish my beer. You just stay there and keep me warm and comfortable, yeah?”

You make a non-committal sound.

He switches on some sort of moody, crime focused show and keeps petting you. His thumb strays from your hair to your pulse every now and then, gently stroking over it, until your eyes eventually fall shut and you drift off.

-

[rejiun]

A perfect Moment

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summary. two lovers just having a chill day at the dorm

pairing. jake x f!readerㅤ

wc. 500+

genre. fluff , cuddles, jake is down bad

warnings. Very lovey dovey, reader kisses jakes forehead, skinship. (let me know if i missed anything.

notes. hi this is my first work on this account and i haven't written in a while. I know this account is mainly just a repost account i though i might add some of my own work <3

 It’s a rare, quiet day at the dorm, and the usual hustle and bustle of rehearsals has taken a break. Most of the members are lounging around, taking naps, or simply enjoying the calm. You and Jake find yourselves in the living room, a place that’s often filled with noise and energy, but today it's serene—just the two of you.

You’re curled up on the couch, a soft blanket wrapped around your legs, and a book in your hands. The room is dimly lit, with sunlight filtering through the curtains. Jake is sitting on the floor next to you, leaning against the arm of the couch, his head resting lightly on the cushion beside you.

"I’m so glad we have a day off," Jake says softly, his voice a low hum that doesn’t disturb the peaceful atmosphere. His eyes are half-lidded, relaxed, as he gazes at the TV, though the screen is muted.

You glance over at him, smiling. "Yeah, it’s nice to just breathe for a minute," you reply, flipping a page in your book. You’re reading, but you can’t help stealing glances at him every so often, feeling content in his company.

Jake picks up his phone, checking his messages, but then he puts it down and leans back even more, clearly enjoying the quiet. His presence is warm, comfortable, and you can feel the connection between you both growing with every shared moment like this.

After a few minutes of silence, Jake shifts closer to you, pulling the blanket up over both of you. He nudges your arm gently, a small grin forming on his face. "Mind if I join you in this little cocoon of comfort?" he asks, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You laugh softly, not even bothered by the playful teasing. "Of course, come on."

Jake settles in beside you, his body close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from him. He rests his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes for a moment as the two of you just breathe in the peaceful stillness of the room. The faint sound of birds chirping outside mixes with the soft hum of the air conditioner, and for a while, it feels like time has slowed down completely.

“You know,” Jake says quietly after a while, his voice barely above a whisper, “I think these are the moments that I love most. Just being with you, without any rush or stress... just like this.”

Your heart flutters a little at his words, the sincerity in his voice making you smile. You gently run your fingers through his hair, the gesture comforting. "Me too," you reply softly. "I feel so at peace when I’m with you."

The two of you lay there for a while longer, enjoying the quiet, the stillness, and each other’s presence. There’s something simple yet so meaningful about this moment—just the two of you, no expectations, just comfort.

Eventually, you shift, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Jake’s forehead, feeling his smile against your skin as he turns his face towards you. “I’m glad we’re in this together,” you say, the words coming naturally.

Jake opens his eyes, his gaze warm and full of affection. “Me too. This feels right,” he murmurs, pulling you a little closer as if he never wants to let go of this peaceful bubble you’ve created.

It’s a perfect moment—simple, quiet, and full of everything that matters.

[paucubarsisimp]

Héctor fort moving in with reader, and acting like he hates her little ginger kitten but then one day she comes home to him asleep on the couch with the kitten cuddled tightly on his chest, curled up against him.

milo

pairing: hector fort x reader

summary: in which your cat and hector don't get along very well

warnings: none!

tagged: @barcapix, @universefcb, @nngkay, @joaosnovia, @ilovebarcaaaa, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

when you and hector first moved in together, you warned him about milo, your adorable little ginger kitten. "he’s protective," you’d said, chuckling. "but he’s also the sweetest thing ever. just... don’t take it personally when he tries to keep you away from me."

hector had been a bit skeptical. "i love cats," he’d said with that boyish grin of his, his dark eyes sparkling. "i’ll win him over in no time."

but the reality was that milo was not having it. the first time hector tried to get close to you, milo hissed and swiped at him, making sure that he knew he was the one who had dibs on you.

you tried to hide your laughter. "he’ll come around eventually," you reassured hector, who sighed dramatically. "he’s just... protective."

it was funny to watch how hector, who could tackle 100-pound players without a second thought, was completely helpless against your tiny, feisty kitten. milo wasn’t afraid of his size or the fact that hector was a football star—milo just knew one thing: you were his, and no one was going to steal you away from him.

but over time, as hector spent more days in your home, something unexpected happened. hector started leaving little treats out for milo, trying to get on his good side. he even started talking to him in soft tones whenever milo was around, hoping to earn the kitten’s trust.

and eventually, milo started to soften, but there was still one major thing—milo was always between you and hector.

you came home one evening, exhausted after a long day of work. the apartment was unusually quiet, and you figured milo must have been napping. when you walked into the living room, you were caught off guard.

there, on the couch, was hector—lying on his back, looking completely relaxed, a rare sight for someone so driven. but what made your heart flutter was the sight of milo, your little ginger kitten, curled up tightly on hector’s chest, purring softly.

milo’s tiny paws were tucked underneath him, and he was completely relaxed, pressed up against hector as if he belonged there.

you froze in the doorway for a second, watching this peaceful, beautiful moment unfold in front of you. hector, the man who had been almost put off by milo’s constant protectiveness, was now holding the kitten like he was the most precious thing in the world.

hector’s eyes opened lazily when he heard you, and he looked at you with the softest, most sheepish smile. "i... i think he finally decided i’m not a threat," he said quietly, his voice full of surprise. his hand was gently stroking milo’s back, and the kitten responded with a contented purr.

you walked over and sat beside him, your heart warm. "looks like he’s finally come around," you teased, reaching out to scratch behind milo’s ears. "i guess you’re officially part of the team now."

hector chuckled softly, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. "i guess so," he said, his voice still soft as he looked down at the tiny kitten resting so comfortably on him. "he just needed to know i wasn’t going anywhere."

you smiled at him, your heart swelling with affection. "he’s lucky to have you," you murmured, leaning in to kiss him gently on the cheek. "and so am i."

hector’s arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you closer as you sat next to him. he kissed the top of your head and then let out a small laugh. "i’m the lucky one," he whispered, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. "i love you... and i think i’m starting to love milo, too."

milo stirred in his sleep, letting out a tiny, contented mew as if agreeing with hector’s words. you smiled, knowing that somehow, in this quiet moment, everything had fallen into place.

hector pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, his hand brushing through your hair as you melted into him. "i’m glad we’re all together like this," he whispered, his lips barely brushing yours. "with you... and milo... everything feels right."

you grinned, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. "me too," you said, snuggling up closer to him. "this is perfect."

and as the three of you sat there, wrapped in warmth and soft affection, you knew that the little family you had made was exactly where it was meant to be.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: Saw this and had to do it! So thank you @defututus for the inspo.

“Coralee’s First Words”

(feat. a very proud Dungeon Master dad)

Coralee was seated on the living room floor, surrounded by a battlefield of plush monsters, mini figurines, and a very battered dice set sealed tightly in a velvet bag that Eddie had let her “borrow” months ago. Her dark curls were wild from nap time, and her little Metallica onesie had oatmeal smeared across the shoulder. She was babbling nonstop to herself, content in her own little fantasy world.

You peeked around the corner from the kitchen, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you dried your hands on a towel.

“She’s talking to herself again,” you said gently, watching her cradle a tiny, plastic mimic chest Dustin had made her like it was a baby doll.

Eddie looked up from the couch, where he was sketching out a new campaign map with his tongue between his teeth. “Babe,” he said without even looking. “She’s not talking. She’s strategizing. There’s a difference.”

You chuckled. “Right, sorry. My mistake.” You made your way towards the kitchen to sit next to Eddie on the couch to peer at the map.

Just then, Coralee let out a loud squeal and smacked the mimic against the floor, letting out a proud, “CRIT!”

Both you and Eddie froze.

Your heart stuttered. “Did she just—?”

“CRIT!” Coralee shouted again, flinging a stuffed goblin across the room with surprising gusto. “CRIT! Baba, CRIT!”

Eddie’s pencil fell out of his hand. He stared, wide-eyed, mouth hanging open like he’d just witnessed divine intervention.

You blinked at her in stunned silence, then burst into laughter. “Oh my god. Her first word wasn’t ‘mama’ or ‘dada’—”

“It was crit.” Eddie whispered like he’d just been knighted. He suddenly scrambled off the couch, crawling dramatically across the floor to her on his knees. “Baby girl, did you just say crit? Are you telling me you just landed a natural 20?”

Coralee giggled and nodded—though let’s be honest, she didn’t really know what she was agreeing to as she started to blow raspberries at him.

Still, Eddie scooped her up like she’d just rolled the final blow in a boss battle. “That’s my girl. My sweet little sorceress of death.”

Coralee squealed in her father's arms, her little body wiggling in delight.

“She’s not even two,” you said, hand over your mouth in amused disbelief. “Eddie, you’ve infected her.”

“She’s perfect.” Eddie pressed a kiss to her cheek as she drooled happily down his shirt. “Her first word is CRIT. I mean, this is fate. Destiny. Roll-for-initiative level destiny. We’re raising a little campaign killer.”

“She’s going to take over your Hellfire Club,” you teased, walking over to kiss Coralee’s head too. “You’re doomed.”

“Gladly..happily...forever....like a curse I don't want to get rid of,” Eddie said, grinning ear-to-ear. “I’ll pass her the dice with pride.”

And with Coralee still babbling “crit, crit, CRIT!” while gnawing on a the mimic plush that Eddie had put back in her little hands , you knew one thing for sure;

Eddie Munson was never going to stop bragging about this moment for the rest of his life

[sapphireneil]

Pillow Talks // OM! Brothers Aftercare hcs

Cw: none really, just fluff after a scene because aftercare is SO important, based on a convo i had with one of my bsfs (mentions of rough sex, bite marks and hickeys)

Gender neutral reader!

A/n: I'll work on the requests soon i swear!

- Lucifer -

Man is so so gentle with you after it (in contrast to just a few minutes earlier)

PRAISE !!!!

Would definitely clean the both of you up and give you one of his shirts to cuddle into

After making sure you're alright and doing well he would brew the both of you some tea

Asks you if you would like to listen to a specific record and if not, he'd just put on something calming

Definitely spends quite some time in bed with you, cuddling and talking about everything and nothing, only going back to his work when he's 100% sure you're mentally and physically alright

- Mammon -

Would not give a single fck about the mess the both of you made, you're immediately wrapped up in his strong arms

He'd definitely would shower you with innocent kisses all over

Naked cuddles!! I repeat, naked cuddles!!!

Would also make sure you have everything you need, not leaving your side for more than five seconds though

Cracked jokes about what just happened!!!

Would probably spend hours just lying in bed with you, the both of you just scrolling through Akuzon, voicing out your thoughts about certain items you stumble across (he takes mental note of everything you mention to be to you liking )

- Asmodeus -

Spa time!!! Bubble bath especially!!

Would totally rant about how beautiful you looked earlier

Cuddles in the bathtub, facemasks and candles

If you would be sore anywhere he would totally massage it

Washes your hair and body for you, he just wants you to relax

When he dries you off, he'll wrap you in the softest towels and carry you to bed after he sprayed you with his perfume just so you still smell like him

- Satan -

would definitely question if he was too rough on you

Totally kisses any marks or hickeys that he'd left and brush over them gently

Cleaning up kinda is teamwork, until you curl up next to him, scrolling through ur DDD a bit

A book in one hand, the other arm wrapped around you, keeping you close

Makes sure to wrap you up in a nice fuzzy blanket too, he doesn't want you to feel cold after all

You fall asleep before him, but he eventually gets tired too, the book is now on his face, you still cradled in his arm, your DDD dropped next to you

- Leviathan -

Asks you if you enjoyed it and if you felt good immediately

Admiring all the love marks hes left on you

Cleaning up and then he seats you in his lap in one of his hoodies

Also quite literally SHOWERS you in kisses, extremely flustered

It's your decision what you want to do, rather its just cuddling, watching anime or him playing a a game, or even playing something together

Man is clingy asf, he knows that the afterglow is a quite vulnerable state so he keeps you as close as possible

- Beelzebub -

No doubt, this man carries you to bed after he cleaned your up. Bridal style. No exeptions.

Tucks you in carefully and would feed you your favorite candy from the jar in his room

Keeps you in his arms until you are fast asleep, then quietly goes to clean up the kitchen

Would totally kiss the bite marks he left, probably even lick over them apologetically

He finishes that cake you had started only for you to wake up to an almost empty plate of it, and a very sorry Beel

- Belphegor -

It takes him a while before coming down from his high, so hes perhaps a bit quiet at first and just keeps his arms wrapped around you, processing in silence

Veeeeryyy sleepy afterwards, but also cold

Will probably get another fuzzy blanket after wiping the both of you down lazily

Naked cuddles part II

Gives a lot of small tired pecks and pulls the blanket over both of you

Hes not gonna let go of you this soon, but that's okay, the both of you will take a nap first anyway

Heya everyone, this is it for today (kinda short im sorry) these are actually my first hcs posted on here, enjoy!!!!

[confused-wanderer]

The entire superman family has at one point just picked up one of the batfam and flown them in the sky to force them to rest.

Bats were such active creatures. And each of the batfam never rested, never took breaks. It was like Gotham was constantly humming to them, constantly talking to them on where to go and who to help.

The city was always colourful, always too many sounds from different directions, explosions of light and crimes that kept each of them moving no matter how long it had been, no matter how injured they were.

It started when Kon was frustrated.

He’d noticed Tim hadn’t gotten any sleep for the past week or so, the other man contently focused on tracking down seventy three gang members all by himself. He was also working on a plan to frame three mafia families to land them behind bars, and solve twelve unsolved mysteries somehow related with the whole mess.

And he’s tried so hard to reason with Tim. To try and trick him into taking a nap. But he swore Tim could hear something in the city he couldn’t. Gotham and the bats communicated with sonar, he speculated because somehow Tim always had somewhere to go, somewhere to be.

So when he’s had enough, he just swooped up the other man, flying high enough that the sound of the city disappeared. It was bright and clamouring one second, silent and dark the next.

Tim’s tense, he’s probably yelling at Kon to put him down and smacking him with the pole but Kon couldn’t hear him over trying to figure out what to do next that wouldn’t earn him a kryptonite shaped hole in his chest.

But after a few minutes he shivers, curling closer to Kon as the winds whip past them. And in the silence of the night, as time slowly ticks by, he notices Tim’s grip on his shoulder slowly lessening, before it finally falls slack.

He waits for a bit, listening to Tim’s heartbeat until it finally steadies and slows, gently cradling the other man as he silently slips into the manor, and sets him down in bed. He does let the other bats know Tim’s asleep (they’re an overprotective bunch although very few would actually admit it)

And when he’s back with Superman, Clark grumbling about how he’s so close to just knocking Bruce out himself, Kon just gives him the same advice. Gotham’s sonar is silenced, everything else falling silent.

And it works.

Somehow, if you disconnect the bats from their city for more than five minutes each, every single one of them will succumb to sleep. It’s like all the noise and constant rush that’s been in their minds is flipped off and they’re left above their worries, nothing pressing to keep them moving so they drop fast asleep.

Supergirl jokes that they’re like actual bats in that way. You hang them up high when it’s time for them to rest. None of the batfam is amused.

[shogunish]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼𝘀 & 𝗶. [𝟬𝟰]

synopsis. you got your period & satoru bought too many pads.

words. 996

warnings. reader cusses like once

note. i got my period and thought, hey why not turn this into some cute fluff for the series 😔🤞🏻

comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! <3

previous || next

odd.

no calls, no text messages and the ones satoru sent you all remained on delivered.

usually, you’d ask satoru how megumi was doing, ask for pictures of the dogs, but this time it felt like your very presence was erased from the face of earth aka the display of his phone. a coil of worry sat in his abdomen like a snake, just waiting to crawl up his neck and slowly suffocate him before it’d eventually eat him up in one go.

“are you still alive?”

after thirty minutes of no reply, satoru got up from his seat on the couch and made his way over to your apartment. with a spare key — which you’d given him for emergencies — he unlocked your door with a quiet creak. “[name]?” he called out carefully, but got no reply. satoru swore he heard a shuffling of blankets from the living room.

with the curtains half-drawn, only a few sunrays dappled the living room. on the coffee table rested an empty pack of painkillers, a half-empty bottle of water and an empty bowl of chili chips. the tv was still running on the lowest volume, playing some movie satoru didn’t care about; not when you laid on the couch curled in on yourself and buried underneath a fluffy blanket like a hedgehog.

“satoru?” you raised your head from the pillow and rubbed some sleep from your eyes. you’d been taking a nap, satoru guessed.

taking a seat on your couch, satoru peered into your tired eyes and the pained expression painted across your face when you moved. “you look like shit,” he deadpanned, “what’s up? you haven’t been answering any of my messages.”

with a little hiss slipping through your teeth, you sat up on the soft cushion. a hot water bottle was stuffed in the waistline of your sweatpants. “sorry. i got my period and i’ve been feeling like shit all day. thanks for pointing it out, by the way.”

there was a little tug at satoru’s heartstrings when he saw your face so unusually pale and the discomfort in your body. he knew there was little he could do, yet he still asked. “is there anything i can do for you?”

satoru was too good for his own good. he didn’t have to check up on you and make sure you were alright. after all, you were supposed to be nothing but his son’s babysitter. or nanny. or whatever satoru called that arrangement. yet, here he was, in your home and looking at you with eyes that betrayed the worry in his abdomen. how could you refuse such an offer? you couldn’t, that’s how.

“actually..could you fetch me some pads and painkillers? i’d go myself but– oh fuck.”

as another cramp seemed to stab your womb, satoru gently put his palms on the slope of your shoulders and pushed you back down onto the soft cushion of your couch. to see you so out of commission tugged at his heartstrings in way it probably shouldn’t. “say no more. you just rest. i’ll be right back.”

all you managed was an affirmative grunt and a nod of your head before satoru made his way out of your four cozy walls to fetch you some pads and painkillers.

about half an hour later, he came back with a bag of the things you asked for and some salty and sweet snacks as well as some heat patches for your lower back.

“..why’d you get so many pads? these are enough to last me a year.” a smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you pulled out item after item.

satoru shrugged his shoulders, a sheepish smile on his handsome face. “you didn’t specify which pads you needed, so i asked the lady in the aisle for help. well, in the end, i wanted to be sure and bought a little bit of everything.” he filled the bowl on your coffee table with some salty chips and stole one or two chips for his own before letting you have a taste. “i think i did a good job. i made sure all of them have wings, too!”

laughter bubbled in the back of your throat and for a moment, you forgot that your uterus was made of knives – or maybe it was thanks to the painkillers you had swallowed. “yeah. you did the best job.”

when your praise went in his ear like sweet honey and you looked at him with those sweet eyes, satoru swore his heart skipped a beat under his ribs. a feeling he hadn’t felt in so long, but it wasn’t too bad. at least, it was better than the snake of worry in his tummy.

“you didn’t have to buy all these things though,” you said and turned around so satoru could reveal the skin of your lower back. with careful fingers, satoru stuck the heat patches to your skin before pulling your shirt back down.

“you’re right. i didn’t have to, but i wanted to,” satoru replied, sitting back on the couch and casually draping his arm over your shoulder to pull you a bit closer to him. “besides, you looked so miserable that i took pity on you.”

“..i’m gonna pretend like i didn’t hear the last part,” you grumbled and snuggled up to the taller man who took up half of your couch, but you didn’t mind. in fact, you appreciated the warmth he radiated and so willingly shared with you.

satoru found a piece of home as you were cuddled into his side and watched the movie running on tv. how sweet it was to have a pretty woman in his arm, finding amusement in the silly lines of the characters and eventually snoring away on his shoulder like it was where you belonged.

satoru made a mental note to come by in four weeks again when your period would start just so you’d let him cuddle you.

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[hmshermitcraft]

skizz can shapeshift. this sounds great, but... he... isn't too good at the actual shifting part. when he's stressed, tired, anxious, scared, all of those things, he can often get stuck in one form.

one day he goes to prank impulse. for more stealth, he shrinks down to the size of one (1) apple, and goes at night. everything's going great, until he's startled by a creeper. the subsequent explosion leaves skizz pretty badly hurt, and blows a large hole in the side of the wall surrounding impulse's city. obviously impulse hears the explosion, and goes, irritated and still in his pajamas, to fix whatever hole probably was created. he does that, and then moves to patch up the crater in the ground, before seeing a bunch of mobs trying to get at a little hole- clearly dug out- in the ground. goes to investigate and finds a very tiny-sized skizz hiding in it, pretty clearly panicking from the lack of ability to shift back, and all the mobs. impulse kills them and then gently picks skizz up, carrying him back to impulse's safe, warm room. in the process though, he has to use both of his hands to get stuff ready, and, not wanting to leave skizz on the cold ground or accidentally step on him, he puts Skizz in the pocket of his pajama shirt. turns out being able to curl up in a warm place and listen to your best friend's heartbeat is pretty calming, and skizz ends up falling asleep. impulse doesn't really know what to do from there so he just lies down to sleep, being careful not to crush Skizz. the next morning when Skizz wakes up, he's still in impulse's pocket, and the man himself is moving around the little living space of his base, making breakfast. when he asks about it, impulse explains that he didn't want to wake Skizz up, feeling bad for the events of the night before. skizz shrugs and climbs out of impulse's pocket, shifting in some wings and gently floating to the ground, then goes back to normal size. he and impulse eat breakfast together :)

and... if Skizz mentions that being in impulse's pocket was weirdly comforting? if impulse sews a little pocket into all of his shirts and jackets? if Skizz makes a habit of going tiny and climbing into those pockets whenever he's feeling bad?

...if that eventually progresses into Skizz taking naps (in tiny-size) with impulse? if that progresses into the two of them going over to each other's bases every night, just to fall asleep next to each other?

if it turns into the two of them sharing kisses in-between the events of their days?

well. they don't need to tell anyone about that, now do they?

Impulse's favourite spot to make pockets is right on the dot of his 'i'. There's something funny about watching Skizz poke his head out from it, and people's reactions to him!

Mostly... He's just glad he can bring some comfort to Skizz when he's stressed. And that when Impulse is stressed, Skizz can sit on his shoulder and kiss his jaw until he feels better too.

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

Hi Kerry!! Could I please request #135 and also #146 if youre so inclined for the prompt game please? Thank you! ~Jenn❤️

Hi Jenn!

Of course!! :)

“Come on, babe,” TK said as he pulled his boyfriend through the door of their loft. “We’re home.”

“We’re home?” Carlos said sleepily. “On the range? Are the deer and antelope playing?”

“Yes, yes they are,” TK chuckled. Carlos had just had his wisdom teeth taken out; specifically, five of them. TK had the rare opportunity to drive Carlos’s car when he drove them home, and he had the next two days off  to look after Carlos.

“Wait, TK,” Carlos said as TK started to deposit him on the couch. “Stop. I need…” he stopped and yawned. TK could see the gauze in his mouth.  

“What do you need, baby?” TK asked.

“Dentist,” Carlos said, his eyes half closed. “Hafta to go to dentist.”

TK gently pushed Carlos onto the couch. “You did go to the dentist, baby,” TK said softly. “Dr. Brickell already took out your wisdom teeth.”

“He took my wisdoms?” Carlos said as TK propped up a pillow behind Carlos. “What if I need them?”

“You won’t,” TK sat next to Carlos on the couch. “Because they found that you are actually so smart, the wisdom teeth were the dumbest of all your teeth. All of your other teeth were way smarter, and they were tired of the wisdom teeth bringing your mouth down.”

“They sound… mean,” Carlos shook his head. “Mean teeth.”

“Very mean teeth,” TK agreed, unable to stop smiling. He couldn’t believe he and his boyfriend had two whole days together. “But now it’s just you and me,” TK said, “I’ve got everything covered. You want to rest, or do you want some water, do you have to go pee, or…”

“TK.” Carlos put his hand forward… clearly trying to put his hand over TK’s mouth, but just put his hand over TK’s heart like he was trying to say the Pledge of Allegiance. “TK.”

“I’m here, baby,” TK took Carlos’s hand in his own and kissed his thumb. “What can I do?”

“I love you,” Carlos said dreamily. He blinked at TK and smiled bashfully. “I love you a lot.”

“I love you a lot too, baby,” TK kissed his nose. “And I will when your painkillers wear off, too. Do you feel like taking a nap?”

“No!” Suddenly, Carlos sat up suddenly. “No nap!”

“Okay,” TK said, surprised by how adamant he was. “What do you want to do, baby?”

Carlos reached forward and cupped TK’s face in his hands. “Marry you.”

“What?” TK said, blinking.

“Marry me,” Carlos said. “Right now. Before someone else steals the rest of my teeth.”

“We’ve got some time before that happens, baby,” TK told him. “Right now, you should really rest…”

“TK,” Carlos whined. “No rest! Married!”

“Baby,” TK said gently. “You’re on painkillers. We shouldn’t make any big decisions now.”

“Why not?” Carlos stomped his foot on the couch. I wasn’t planning on asking you, but I’ve come to realize that life is short. Will you marry me?” Before TK could answer, Carlos looked around, confused. “My mouth is fuzzy.”

“I’m going to get you some water,” TK said, kissing the top of Carlos’s head. “And it’s not that I don’t want to, babe,” he said as he put some ice cubes in a glass. “Or that I don’t think about it. It’s just that…” his voice trailed off when he got back to the couch and saw that Carlos was asleep.

Like he was out cold.

“Baby?” TK said softly, sitting down next to him. “Can you hear me?” Calros gave no indication that he did. He was asleep sitting up on the couch, his legs curled next to him; he was almost sitting the way TK sat on the couch.

“Baby, you have no idea how badly I want to marry you,” TK said. “I remember leaving that police station two years ago and thinking, ‘I think I’m in love with you… and it scares me to death’. You were so together. A grown up. I couldn’t imagine why anyone like you… fuck, anyone who looked like you.. why you would give me the time of day.” TK glanced at his boyfriend. He was still sound asleep.

“Then I did what I do,” TK sighed. “I fucked it up. Again. I always fuck these things up. Every time I blew up my life in New York, my parents fixed it. Because they’re my parents. They’re biologically stuck with me. But you…” he looked at the most wonderful person he had ever known, asleep, with a mouth full of gauze and drool running down his chin onto his shirt.

“You,” TK said softly, wiping the drool from Carlos’s chin, “I gave you a million plus two reasons not to wait for me to wake up from that coma. To move on with your life. And you didn’t move on. You waited. You brought me back.” TK leaned forward and kissed his chin.

“I do agree with the thing that it’s fucked up in fairytales they would kiss someone on the lips who’s asleep,” TK said. “But I can say this.” He reached over and took Carlos’s hand. “You could ask me to marry you on this couch… a fancy restaurant… our shower… a carwash… and I’d say yes. More than anything, I want to marry you so bad.”

Thank you for the ask!! This turned out longer than I expected!

[kay-elle-cee]

@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 12 || 314 Words || Read on Ao3 —

28 November 1995

“—and Harry says Quidditch practices have been going well and he’s excited for you to see the plays the Chasers have been working on when we come for the match against Hufflepuff.”

Lily folds the letter and sets it down on her nightstand, leaning over to brush some damp curls from her husband’s sweat-drenched forehead. He’s been laid up with a stomach bug for a few days now, relegated to their bedroom while Lily nurses him back to health. She titters.

“You took a good nap earlier, are you feeling any better?”

“Hardly,” he croaks. “Though I smell leek and potato soup? I think I might be able to manage a cup of that, maybe.”

Lily’s face warms at his words, and she rakes her fingers through his curls, causing James’s eyes to flutter closed for a brief moment.

“I knew it’d just take a little Quidditch news to turn you around,” she teases softly, making to carefully move from where she sits next to him on the bed. “I’ll go dish some up now, while you’re hungry.”

Gently, James grabs her wrist to keep her from leaving and gives her an appreciative smile when she looks back at him with mild surprise.

“You take very good care of me, you know that?” His voice is a little groggy and Lily grins at him as he brings her hand to his lips. His brow quirks and the curve of his lips takes on a form she knows too well, his next words teasing. “You know, sometimes I wonder if you’re in love with me.”

Delighted, she leans forward a bit, straightening the glasses he’d hastily put on his face when she came into the room. “You see right through me, don’t you?” she quips, standing as she backs out of the room. “And here I thought I was being so subtle.”

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[12:14 am] 

It was getting increasingly harder and harder for your eyes to stay open. The bright light from the tv or the plot of the show weren’t doing their intended job of keeping you awake as you had hoped.

Jeno had originally told you that he would be home 3 hours ago and then it got pushed back more and more. First he had to record his lines, then their new choreographer wanted to practice just the chorus, which then became practicing the pre chorus. Then Jeno’s manager wasn’t there to give him a ride and everyone had gone home so he had to wait for his manager to go and get him.

By the time Jeno trudged through the door of your shared apartment you were peacefully curled asleep on the couch. His shoulders sagged, he felt bad seeing as how you had clearly been waiting for him to come home. He knew it was out of his control but it didn’t help seeing you curled up in the couch and not the comfort of your bed.

He shook your shoulder lightly, “baby, let’s go to bed.”

Your eyes blinked open slowly, “Jeno? What time is it?”

“Time for bed, let’s go,” Jeno replied quietly, helping you get up before he turned off the tv and folded the blanket you usually kept on the couch.

You settled under the covers, watching as Jeno slowly shuffled around the room getting into his pajamas. He finally slid under the covers and laid his head on your shoulder while he laid on his side. His eyelids were low, you could clearly see how exhausted he was.

He began mumbling on and on about how long the day was. One thing led to another and suddenly he was working with half an hour until the new day. He was relived however that they only had dance practice the next day for a few hours. As he spoke you gently dragged your nails up and down his back, “we get… get to go in… afternoon.”

You continued to gently scratch his back until he was lightly snoring and sound asleep. You couldn’t fight the silent, sleepy chuckle at just how easily Jeno fell asleep. All it took was a soft series of scratches down his back and he would be out within 2 minutes. It worked like a charm every single time. When he had long days like today, when he was sick, when he was a little crabby and needed a nap to reset his attitude, he would simple lay himself on your side and place your hand on his back to give you the cue that he wanted you to scratch his back.

There were even times where he’d tell you that he wished he could bring you on tour with him when jet lag was kicking his butt. One time Jaemin even told you that Jeno had sheepishly asked him- and made Jaemin swear he’d never tell anyone- to scratch his back. Though it didn’t take the usual 2 minutes for him to sleep, because Jaemin “didn’t have the touch,” Jeno did fall asleep after 15 minutes.

You couldn’t stop laughing at the thought of Jaemin whispering it to you and Jeno’s embarrassed red cheeks when you brought it up. Current Jeno on your shoulder hummed sleepily while one eye blinked open. You stopped laughing quickly, shushing him like you would a baby, and continuing the scratching down his back while you apologized for unintentionally waking him up.

Jeno wrapped an arm around your waist, his thumb rubbing small circles on your hip bone. You eased him to sleep while the lazy circles on your hip eased you back into slumber. Before you knew it you were both knocked out, having put each other into a restful night of sleep.

-

a/n: very short one this week, enjoy! :)

[justastraymoa]

ADVENTURES WITH CHEESE EXTENDED EDITION PT 7

The air was thick in the apartment today. It started when Bin came home in a bad mood. He nearly slammed the door closed and even left his shoes in a pile by the door instead of putting them away properly like he usually does.

He brushed Cheeses affectionate hellos away and passed by me in the living room without a word before closing his bedroom door and locking it audibly.

I chewed on my lip staring at his door for a minute debating on whether I should offer any help or leave him be. In the end the locked door was a clear sign that he wanted to be left alone.

I gave Cheese some extra scritches when he came up on the couch with a questioning meow. He wasn’t used to being ignored by anyone in this household. And Bin was just downright cold to him. Poor baby’s feelings were hurt.

The other 3 came home together not long after. Bin was still in his room and besides a few clunks and noises of life from inside the room he had been quiet.

“He is here! What the fuck!” Lino snapped flinging a hand towards the sloppily discarded shoes Bin left in the doorway.

Chan grabbed the shoes and put them where they belonged without a word. His face was a blank mask, very unlike him. You could usually read his emotions on his face if you knew how to look properly. He had long since stopped trying to hide when he was in the apartment, instead letting the rest of us in to help him when he needed it. Something I was very proud of him for. Showing vulnerability and asking for help is very hard. Especially for Chan who was leader and felt he had to be perfect and take care of everyone else before himself.

Hyune was also quiet, but his emotions showed well. He was down. His eyes looked dull with exhaustion and sadness. He walked around a still mumbling Lino and beelined for me on the couch.

Without a word he curled up next to me and hid his face in my stomach, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly. I gently started playing with his hair, dragging my nails lightly along his scalp and petting soothingly down his neck and spine.

I looked up at Chan as he set his stuff down and settled in. “What happened? You guys okay?”

He sighed heavily. “Yeah, we are fine. It was just a really bad day.”

Lino stalked past and went to his room slamming his door closed behind him. I flinched at the sound and Cheese crouched close to the floor and scurried under the chair.

“I’ll order dinner in. Any requests?” I pulled my phone out with my free hand, keeping the other one moving in Hyunes hair. His arms were relaxed around my waist now, so hopefully playing with his hair was helping.

Chan passed by and kissed the top of my head affectionately. “Not really. Whatever sounds good to you is fine. Thank you, y/n.”

I ended up ordering enough BBQ to feed 10 of us. BBQ felt like a good comfort food to have today.

When the food arrived Hyune was sleeping on my lap, Bin and Lino were still in their rooms, and Chan was puttering around the house picking at things and doing chores that didn’t really need to be done, just to stay busy.

Chan moved to open the door and Hyune nuzzled into my stomach sleepily, the doorbell having woken him from his nap. “Time for dinner, hun.” I told him quietly gently rubbing his back to help keep him from falling back asleep. He hummed but didn’t open his eyes or make a move to get up.

“Help me set up, Hyunjin.” Chan ordered from the kitchen.

The sleepy man in my lap groaned but sat up slowly. I patted him on the back before getting up to get the others from their room.

I started with Bin, who I hoped had time enough to decompress now. Knocking gently, I called that dinner was ready through the door. There was an affirmative noise on the other side, so I moved on to Linos’s door.

It swung open before I could knock making me jump a foot in the air and clutch my chest like some swooning maiden. “Dammnit Lino, you scared the crap out of me!”

“Dinners ready. Yeah, I heard.” Lino intoned before slipping past me.

I sighed deeply. This was going to be a fun night. Not.

I’m glad everyone seemed to be in a better mood today. They seemed to be able to shake off whatever funk they got themselves into and were now back to normal. Well normal for them at least.

I really was absolutely sure that Cheese was attacking Lino because Lino scared him when he slammed the door. I wouldn’t be shocked if he attacked Bin too for ignoring him.

And I was not about to tell Chan that I had gotten in contact with his sister, and we had a very long message chain filled with embarrassing pictures and stories. Also, useful things like recipes from his childhood I could make him when he needed it. Things he wouldn’t feel the need to tell anyone because he was always the one taking care of everyone else.

We all had a few days off coming up. How our days off lined up is unknown. It’s a downright miracle. And we all agreed that we planned on doing absolutely nothing but hang around the apartment and chill.

Chan was hanging out with some other friends and Lino was making a trip home to see everyone while he had time.

I was hanging in my room. I repotted some of the plant Cheese destroyed that I got to grow roots again. This time I put it in a more secure location so Cheese would not get into it. The poor thing had been through enough trauma.

Speaking of Cheese. I looked around the room for him, suddenly realizing I hadn’t seen him for a while. It was unlike him, but maybe he was hanging with someone else. I was sure Hyune was here, but I wasn’t sure about Bin.

Cheese liked to curl up on Hyunes lap while he painted sometimes. So maybe that is where he was. I pulled my phone out from the covers where I threw it earlier and pulled up our group chat. I didn’t feel like shouting through the apartment and shattering the peace we had going on.

While I waited for everyone to respond I started walking around the apartment looking in all Cheeses usual sleeping spots. All the places he liked to hide, even in the bedrooms of Chan and Lino. Chan’s bed was his new favorite place to sleep. With Chans insomnia he was up when no one else was for pets and cuddles. He took advantage of that.

Bin and Hyune came out of their rooms almost immediately after it was confirmed no one had Cheese. Hyune went around the apartment checking the same spots I did, just to make sure I didn’t miss him.

Bin came over to me and pulled me into a hug, rubbing my back in comfort as I quickly lost control of my breathing and started tearing up.

This wasn’t happening again! I couldn’t go a night without knowing if he was okay again, I barely made it the first time!

And it was so much more dangerous around here than it was at our old place. There was more foot traffic than car traffic at our old apartment. And I knew of several people in that neighborhood that fed the stray cats that roamed around catching mice and rats.

Here no one liked stray cats. I had witnessed people kicking some of the ones who came around occasionally. It absolutely broke my heart then, and now they could be doing it to Cheese! My baby Cheese!

A/N: and the angst starts as our favorite troublemaker goes missing!

Thank you for reading and interacting. One or both, doesn’t matter, I appreciate it all.

I hope you enjoyed it. See you next time! 😉

Skz + pets masterlist

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[idontplaytrack]

All the snuggles

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: self-indulgent :p, fluff, reader is very whiny, age regression, sickfic kinda

- w.c.: 2.8k

After receiving a very concerning text from you, AJ’s been trying to reach you to no avail. “Gabi, can I have your keys?” 

“Sure.” Gabi handed it over to her sister, noticing the concern on her face, “What’s wrong?”

“y/n’s sick, I think. And she doesn’t have anyone at home to look after her.” 

“Flu?”

“Not sure, but she just threw up.” AJ sighed, “I’m gonna go over to her house.” 

“Yeah, go. Keep me updated if you can.”

AJ grabbed her backpack and left the lecture hall in a hurry, speeding to your house in Gabi’s car while being careful not to go over the limit. AJ let herself inside, promptly locating you in your room, curled up in a fetal position. 

“Hi, sweet girl.” 

You looked up, vision clouded, but you knew it was AJ because you heard her voice.

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling good, bubs.” She rubbed your back after sitting down next to you, “You threw up, huh.” 

You nodded, sniffling pitifully.

“You’re alright, hm? You were so brave.” She stroked your hair, kissing the side of your head, “Does your tummy still hurt?”

“No, my head.” You gulped, choking on a sob. 

“Do you want to go over to my house, honey? Would you like that?” She asked quietly, guessing that you were most likely having a migraine episode given how you were constantly shielding your eyes. You nodded, rolling over to snuggle against her leg. AJ couldn’t help but chuckle, “Sweetie, we gotta go in a minute.”

“Don’t wanna get up.” You mumbled.

“Okay, then can I get up to pack you a bag?” She asked, still stroking your hair.

“No.” You pouted, nearly bumping your nose into her leg. You scrunched up your face. She laughed, “Come on, you’ll be able to see the whole time. I’ll be right here. You wanna pick out a bag?”

You shook your head. “That’s okay, I got it.” She assured, then started to pat your head for awhile before moving her hand to your back. It doesn’t take long for you to get sleepy and be successfully lulled to sleep whenever you were with her��� especially while regressed. “No.” You muttered, but your eyelid were drooping shut then fluttering open. AJ saw this coming, this little truck of hers always worked. She kissed your eyelids gently, then your nose, then your cheeks. You giggled groggily.

Last but not least, she pressed a tender kiss to your lips. You smiled, then she saw your body relax and you’d fallen asleep. So…she got up and went ahead to pack you a bag. She had some of your stuff at her place, but it wouldn’t hurt to have more just in case. AJ was done with the task in just about five minutes and carried the backpack properly on her shoulders before she’d picked you up and carried you downstairs to her car— after she’d made sure that you were holding onto your favourite plushie. She put you in the front seat with her, buckled you in and reclined your seat somewhat. Putting your backpack in the rear seat, she started the engine and drove off from your house.

It wasn’t a long drive, but she was glad you were still asleep and resting. She carried you inside and put you on her bed, catching your favourite stuffed Pua when it fell. It didn’t hit the ground. Putting him back in your arms, you seemed calm again. And while you were still out, she got ready the needed items for when you were dealing with migraines. Medication, fully filled water bottle, snacks and candies— to bribe you into taking your pain meds.

What finally woke you up was her dog, knocking over the bottle of painkillers. It was a little odd how small noises like that had the ability to wake you from your sleep.

“Hi, sweetie.” AJ smiled, patting your side as you laid next to her. She was sitting next to you and scrolling through her phone, but set it down since you’d woken up. She loved the sleepy/slightly confused look you had on your face, but she also knew you were a bit upset about getting woken up from your nap. “Ollie woke you up, huh.” AJ chuckled, rubbing your back soothingly. At the mention of his name, AJ’s Bernese Mountain Dog climbed into the bed to join in. “You wanna say hi?” 

You now had your head in AJ’s lap and petted the dog. He was happy to see you. This made up for knocking your pill bottle off the nightstand. “Okay, let’s eat something then take your meds, hm?” AJ nudged you to sit up. Doesn’t mean that you wouldn’t be leaning against her though, because you were. “My head hurts.” You sulked. “I know, sweetie. That is why we’re gonna make sure you have some food in your tummy before you take the pill okay? It’ll help you feel better.”

“Can I have Goldfish?” You requested.

AJ nodded, “Got ‘em right here.” Reaching over to grab the bag and your bowl, she poured some onto it and handed it to you for you to munch on. Then, she gave you your water bottle too. “Drink some water too.”

“Okay.” You replied, chewing on the crackers as you spoke. She pinched your cheek, making you scrunch up your face. “Do you want me to put the pill in some yogurt or pudding?”

You shook your head, holding out your hand for her to place the pill on your palm. “Alright, here you go.”

You swallowed that with a sip of water. “Attagirl. Good job.” AJ ruffled with your hair, “The pain will go down soon, okay? Just take some deep breaths. You want snuggles?”

You grinned, nodding eagerly and immediately flopped onto her, head first on her lap. “At least you’re smiling now. I don’t think this is very comfy though.” You then crawled into her lap and she just held you like she knew you liked. 

“Are you gonna nap again?” She asked in an airy tone, tickling your tummy. Shelaughed a little and shook your head, saying, “Nooo.” Hearing the jingling of Ollie’s collar, he got himself comfy too and laid down right where you could easily pet him. And you did, you gave him those head scratches he loved for a bit and soon, he fell asleep. “Aw, you got Ollie to fall asleep.” AJ noticed. You beamed, reaching up to do the same to AJ. She squinted, “Heeey, what’re you doing, honey? I don’t need head scratchies.” 

“But you like head scratchies.” You answered softly, though you’d stopped the action, your hand was still on her head.

AJ tried to have a stern look on her face so that you would listen to her and rest. But even then, you weren’t all that interested in listening and ruffled with her hair. AJ’s serious face cracked within seconds, getting replaced by a loving smile and she said, “I do like head scratchies. Thank you, baby.” 

Your sulk disappeared, then you smiled looking at her with such a curious and soft gaze. AJ smiled harder, her heart melting at the sight You really trusted her so much, the fact that you would get sleepy around her, even though you weren’t actually feeling sleepy in the first place? AJ was so glad that she could be your safe space, your person. Lightly, she kissed your forehead while holding you closer. “I don’t wanna eeeeep.” You squirmed, she didn’t want to, but she laughed. “Baby.” She grabbed onto you tighter, “What you doin’? You literally chose to lay in my lap.” 

You stuck your tongue out at her.

“Wow.”

“Wow.” You parroted her. 

She just glared at you— as a joke. She had all the time in the world right now to entertain you. AJ didn’t mind this one bit. So you looked at her too, the eye contact doesn’t waver until one of you laughs. And that’d be you.

AJ chuckled, “I won.”

“Hmph.”

“Come on, take a nap while you can.”

“I’m not eepy.” You mumbled.

“You’re not feeling well though, just close your eyes. You don’t have to sleep, honey.” 

Despite your resistance, both of you dozed off and had a pretty decent nap. You woke up first to the sound of someone coming home. It was definitely Gabi, the two sisters lived on their own.

“Hi, y/n.” She peeked into the room. Your eyes were barely open. You just gave her a smile in response and continued being held by AJ while you had your head on her chest. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up, cariño?”

You shook your head. 

“You hungry? I bought us food.”

Again. You shook your head, not talking. The medicine was starting to wear off so you were also starting to return to how you were like earlier in the day.

“Still don’t feel good?” Gabi asked, noting the closed curtains. 

You just looked at her. She knew. “Maybe later, then. Drink some water, though.” You got off from AJ’s lap and took your water bottle from the nightstand, taking some cautious sips. She smiled when you put your bottle back down, “You bored?”

You nodded, rubbing your eyes. 

“Wanna watch TV? I can help you set it up.”

Your face lit up slightly, she held out her hand, “Yeah? Come on. Remember your Pua.” Gabi reminded, you grabbed him before you got out of bed and held onto Gabi’s hand padding into the living room. 

————

You plopped onto the couch, covering your lap with the throw blanket draped on the couch. “What do you wanna watch?”

You proudly held Pua up to give her your answer. “Alrighty, Moana it is.” She laughed, “Here we go. You wanna eat yet? No?”

“No.” You actually answered. Gabi left the conversation at that, letting you watch the movie in peace while she went back into AJ’s room to check on her. After that, Gabi went to freshen up and change into a new set of clothes before joining you on the couch. Sneaking glances at her food, you eventually got a little tempted and stole a french fry. Gabi gasped playful, “Excuse you?”

“Pleaseeee.”

She couldn’t help it but let herself chuckle once again, “I’m kidding. You can have as many as you want.” 

“Nooo.” You answered, giggling, “Is yours.”

“We can share.” She told you.

“Hey, Gabs.” AJ woke up too.

“Oh good, you’re up! I bought dinner, it’s in the kitchen. Go get yours.” Gabi said, tilting her head towards the kitchen. “She doesn’t want to eat yet.” AJ hummed in response, smacking a kiss on your cheek when she walked past you. You giggled. 

She came back to the couch and you moved a bit so she would have space to sit next to you. “Can I have candy, AJ?”

“Hm, no.”

“Whyyyy.” 

“Because, you know how you get when you have too much candy.”

“I want a little bit.” You frowned, holding your thumb and index finger slightly apart to show your point.

“No.” AJ insisted, so you just sat there while hugging your Pua and continued sulking.

“Don’ttttt give me that look.” 

“Pleaseeee.”

“No ice cream, no chocolate, no candy. Especially not if you don’t want to eat your dinner.” 

The sisters watch tears well up in your eyes, you were defeated. You tossed Pua to the side and basically sat there staring at the TV, not even processing whatever was going on in the movie. The headache was creeping up on you once again, you were frustrated and beginning to be in pain like before, you didn’t have the appetite for anything and just wanted to have a little sweet to cheer yourself up. Of course, neither of them knew that. 

You scooched away from AJ to sit at the far end of the couch, knees hugged to your chest to hide your face and cry. Because of a mixture of reasons. But the pain was the main factor. They left you alone to let you calm down, both assuming it was nothing but a tantrum that you would get over in a few minutes. You soon disappeared from the living room to grab your water bottle, and you began chugging whatever was left in there in despair, hoping it would help your hurting head. Nope, not a chance. This wasn’t due to a lack of water intake, but a full blown migraine. 

You wound up running away to throw up for the second time that day. Nothing but water and what was left of the Goldfish crackers came up, you were miserable and pissed, hating that the point could get to the point of making you so nauseous. You hated throwing up but had to go through that alone— again . Rinsing out your mouth, you sat on the floor by the bed. A shaky sigh left your lips as you sniffled, rubbing your forehead in annoyance but it didn’t help. You heard footsteps, then someone crouched down next to you. It was AJ, and you just backed away. You made her mad and you didn’t like that. 

“Baby.” She stroked your head. “Come here.” 

And, you broke. You cried. She sees you cry. “Don’t feel good.” You hiccuped, “I sorry- I—” She engulfed you in a hug before you even finished your sentence. “No, no.” AJ rubbed your back, “It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t worry.”

“I don’t like throw up, AJ.” You wailed.

“I know, I know.” She soothed, still rubbing your back as she pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “You’ll be alright, baby. I promise. We just need to take the medicine again, okay? Come on.” 

You hesitantly took the painkiller again, then ate some fries from your portion that Gabi’s bought for you. Eventually, you slowly dug into the rest of your dinner, much to AJ’s relief. Only after the meds kicked in, of course. Towards the end of your meal, AJ slides a handful of Hershey’s Kisses to you silently on the coffee table. You saw them and smiled before finishing up the remainder of your chicken burger. 

You retreated to the room earlier that night, just sitting with the blanket over your legs with Ollie next to you. He licked your face, making you laugh and pet him. “Hi, Ollie.” 

He looked at you, then proceeded to lay on you as much as he could. You basically just cuddled him, leaning over him to put your head on him. He was a big dog, AJ’s had him since she was twelve. 

“Hi, sweetie.” AJ knocked on the bedroom door, “You left Pua outside.” 

“Oh.” You sat upright.

“Here.” AJ sat down next to you. “I’m sorry for getting upset over you wanting some candy.”

“Is okay.” You answered, you weren’t ever upset by her not letting you have some candy. You were only crying because of the migraine, everything else just triggered the tears easier— including AJ telling you ‘no’ to sweets. It was fair for her to say so, considering that you tended to easily get a sugar rush, especially this late in the day.

“Ollie, can I have my turn to get some cuddles with her, bud?” AJ chuckled over her words, jokingly squishing his flesh. He moved off of you and AJ pulled you onto her lap, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I love you. I always will, even if I’m in a bad mood. I’ll just need a minute.”

“I know.” You snuggled closer to her, she grabbed Pua and waved to you with his leg. You laughed. “Sometimes…” You continued, “Sometimes I do that too, AJ. Is alwight.” 

AJ sniffled, getting teary eyed. You really held no real anger within you, it was all because you weren’t feeling well and thus feeling frustrated because you didn’t know how to make yourself feel better.

Resting her chin on your shoulder she continued, “Do you wanna finish the movie?”

You two ended the evening finishing up the movie that was playing at dinner. Then, got ready for bed together and promptly crawled under the covers all cozy. “You’re always ready for snuggles, huh.”

You nodded, grinning while you did grabby hands at her.

“One second.” She cracked a smile, hanging the face towel back on the hook by the bathroom sink. 

You whined, pouting. “Baby.” She squinted, laughing, “I’m right here. Come on, okay, okay. Snuggle timeeee.”

You squealed when she smothered you with kisses. “I think, you need some tickles.”

“Noooooo. I need snuggles.” You gave her your best ‘please eyes’, just staring at her until she melted. That always worked. “Okay, you’re right.” She smiled, a sigh leaving her lips, “You, my love, are getting all the snuggles you want.”

“Yaaay.” You muttered, “Can we go play tomorrow, AJ?”

“Sure, honey. If you’re feeling better tomorrow we can go out, okay?”

“Okay. Ni-night, AJ.” 

“Sweet dreams, honey.” AJ leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your head, “I love you. To the moon and back.”

You giggled groggily, “That’s silly.”

“Yeah?” She smiled hearing your laughter, you nodded, snuggling even closer. You love the warmth. “Okay, but I love you. Always. Never forget that, okay? Promise?”

“Promise.”

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[rangersoup]

Where the Fear Comes From

We learn about where Carlos’s fear and disdain for lizards comes from.

***

It’s early, or maybe late, TK can never decide which word to use to describe the morning after a sleepless shift. Never the less, the sun is barely peeking over the hills outside Austin, its golden rays just starting to kiss the city, when he finally makes his way to his car, eye lids heavy and feet dragging.

When he finally makes it home, he steps inside to discover that every light in the loft is still on, and the place is an utter disaster. He finds Carlos passed out on the couch, head lolled back, glasses still on his face, one hand rested on a book lying idly at his side, and the other wrapped around a very awake Jonah who is sitting contently on his lap. Sitting in Jonah’s lap, is Lou 2. The lizard looks as content as a lizard possibly can with Jonah running one little pointer finger down his back, starting just behind his head and moving down to his tail.

TK lets out a long sigh and rubs his tired eyes. He’s exhausted. By all rights, Jonah should still be sound asleep in bed and the lizard should be his cage. Also asleep. Neither of them should be up. And the house not looking like a tornado had blown through would also be a plus. But despite his exhaustion and nothing being in its rightful place, he still can’t help the fond smile that spreads across his face.

“Lou got out,” Jonah explains matter of factly, answering TK’s unasked question.

“And Carlos said he wouldn’t go to bed until he found him?” TK asks. His husband is still softly snoring away.

Jonah nods his head. “He fell asleep reading. Then Lou found us!”

TK smiles but still heaves a heavy sigh. “Well, I think we should put Lou back in his cage before he wakes up.”

“I think so too,” Jonah agrees, and very carefully scoops the lizard up before sliding off of Carlos’s lap. He meets TK at Lou’s cage, but isn’t tall enough to reach, so TK takes the lizard from him and carefully returns him to his rightful place.

“Now I think it’s your bed time.”

“But the sun is coming up!”

“I still think it’s your bed time,” TK says, scooping Jonah up and taking him to his room. “It’s about to be mine too.”

“That’s silly,” Jonah giggles.

TK chuckles a little, “maybe, but I’m very tired.”

“Okay,” Jonah says agreeably, as TK lets him slide out of his arms and into bed. “If you’re tired, I guess I can be too.”

TK finishes tucking Jonah in for what will probably turn out to be more of a morning nap, and then returns to the living room and his sleeping husband. He eases himself down on the couch next to Carlos, and slides his hand into his. Carlos sniffles once, and then very abruptly becomes very awake, sitting up quickly.

“The lizard!” He exclaims, looking around frantically until his gaze finds TK’s. “He got out…”

“He’s back in his cage now. Jonah caught him while you were sleeping.”

“Oh,” Carlos says, letting out a relieved sigh and running a tired hand through his curls. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“It’s okay Babe. Lou’s put up, and I just put Jonah to bed.”

“I’m sorry,” Carlos says, sounding a little defeated, his shoulders slumping. “I wanted to get all that done before you got home.”

“Baby, it’s okay,” TK promises, cupping his hands around his husband’s cheeks and kissing him gently. “I do have to know, though, why are you so scared of Lou 2?”

Carlos blinks once and stares into the middle distance.

Austin TX, 2002

“What do you guys have?” Carlos asks, running up to his sisters. They are both perched on the top rail of the fence giggling. They have something with them, cupped between their hands that they seem very excited about.

“Nothing, go away,” Ana says looking up briefly, and making a shooing motion with her hand.

“No it’s not! If it was nothing you’d let me see!” Carlos argues, stomping his foot on the dusty ground and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Go away Carlitos!” Louisa adds, glaring at him.

“If you don’t let me see I’ll tell mama you’re not being fair!”

His sisters roll their eyes in unison and let out long groans. “You’re so annoying!”

“I just wanna see!”

“Fine.” Louisa says, annoyance brimming in her voice and produces the lizard she and Ana have captured. She holds the little creature up by its tail out over Carlos’s face.

“See—“ Ana starts to say when the lizard suddenly drops, detaching itself from its thin tail. It lands directly on Carlos’s face. He screams. The little creature doesn’t stay there long, it scurries down the side of his face and before he can swat it away it’s crawling down his back under his shirt. It’s little feet tickling his spine the whole way down. He’s shrieking now, tears streaming down his face as he flails his arms and legs swatting at his back trying to catch the lizard as it crawls around under his shirt. He can hear his sister’s laughing as he keeps crying. Finally the lizard drops to the ground and scampers away. Louisa laughs so hard she falls over backwards off the fence, which only makes them both laugh harder. Carlos turns and runs crying back to the house. He still feels like there’s something crawling around him.

“Carlos?”

“Huh?” Carlos blinks and looks at TK.

“You spaced out,” TK says. “And you didn’t answer my question.”

“What question?”

“What’s your problem with lizards? Why are you so scared of them?” TK repeats, studying his husband’s face.

“Oh,” Carlos says, shaking his head a little as he shrugs. “I’m not scared of lizards.”