#enough time to properly wash my face and brush my teeth and make sure i look okay rather than just hoping

[elibeeline]

In an attempt to crawl out of this depressive pit, im gonna wake up even earlier than i already do so i can actually do the things i need to do before i go to work

[bloodrvvvsh]

Come Into My Bedroom. | Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Synopsis: Taking care of your lover’s long hair for him.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Warnings: None! This is entirely nothing but fluff. Established relationship, pet names (sweetheart), long haired Reid, very brief mention of drugs

Word count: 0.6K

Notes: I am a lover of Jesus Reid and nothing can stop me. This idea came to me as soon as I woke up and I’ve been itching to write it all day since

You were humming softly along to the music that filled the air, Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now by The Smiths, as your fingers ran through the ends of Spencer’s hair. Spencer had always been such a The Smiths fan and you had grown fond of the band in the time of you two dating.

He was sitting between your legs on the floor while you sat on the couch. He turned his head, peering over his shoulder at you. “Are you sure about this?” he asked softly and you couldn’t help but beam a smile at him.

“Of course I’m sure,” you replied. In reality, you had been dreaming about doing this ever since his hair got long enough.

You adored his long hair. He looked so handsome with it in your opinion. The only problem was that between his long case hours and now after being shot in the knee, he didn’t always have the time to take care of it properly. Lucky for him, you were there to take care of it for him.

You had helped him wash it, taking your time to really scrub his scalp and messaging the conditioner through his hair, and now after letting it dry, you were going to brush it. You continued to hum, a smile that hadn’t weavered since you began still on your face.

“Tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?” you said and he gave a small nod in response. Hairbrush in hand, you raked it through the ends of his hair. 

The feeling of your hands in his hair never failed to get to Spencer. It didn’t really matter what you were doing - playing with the strands, washing it, brushing it, it didn’t matter. It all left a fuzzy feeling in Spencer’s chest.

You were probably the best thing that ever happened to him, ever. You were always so patient and kind with him, going out of your way to do such nice things for him. Like now.

He loved you more than anything.

“Did you know that each strand of hair can contain small amounts of fourteen different elements, including gold?”

“Oh, really?” You were one of the few people he had ever met that actually enjoyed listening to him ramble. He smiled softly, glancing back at you over his shoulder again. “What else?”

He shifted slightly, hands falling to his lap as he absentmindedly fidgeted with them. “Your hair contains everything that has been in your bloodstream, including medicine, drugs, minerals, and vitamins. Drugs can actually be detectable for approximately ninety days in the hair, while it’s generally only detectable for one to seven days in urine.”

“Wow,” you breathed out. “That’s kind of crazy, don’t you think?” You moved the hair hanging over his shoulders towards you and raked the brush through.

He could feel you tugging at sections of his hair, making his head tilt back slightly. “The average person has about 100,00 strands of hair on their hair. Blondes have the highest amount on average at 146,00, while redheads have the least at 86,000.”

“Sounds like a lot of hair,” you murmured. You were almost done, just a few more finishing touches..

“There!” you chirped as you finished tightening the ribbon. “I’m done!” You reached out for the mirror sitting to your left and offered it to Spencer. Your teeth caught your bottom lip as you watched his expression carefully.

He gently pulled the braid over his shoulder, running his fingers along the twisted strands of his hair, stopping at the pink ribbon tied into a bow at the end. A smile tugged at his lips at the sight. He glanced back at you once more and your heart nearly melted at the look on his face.

“It’s stunning, sweetheart,” he said softly and your grin split across your face so wide your cheeks began to ache. You cupped his cheeks in the palm of your hands and pressed your lips to his, sighing softly into the sweet kiss.

You were going to have to braid his hair more often.

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Day 8: Breeding

♤♡-Pairs: Zhongli x Fem!reader

☆☆-Warnings: mentions of cum, tummy bulge, mating press, messy, mentions of getting reader pregnant, horny Zhongli, enjoy (;

When you came home from your shift this evening, you hadn't thought you'd come face to face with your husband. Working at the Funeral Parlor, he usually came home at later hours. But instead you found him sat on the couch, legs crossed as he held a cup of tea in his hand. And he only simply nodded when you greeted him.

Maybe it'd been a long day.

He would talk to you when he was ready, so you made your way into the kitchen. Rolling up your sleeves as you set to wash your hands, prepared to start dinner. Little did you know, that dinner would be long forgotten. You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a nose brush against the skin of your neck. "I don't need dinner tonight. I only want you and that sweet pussy of yours."

Your hand immediately paused, your eyes widening. Zhongli's tone was different...deeper, more primal. And you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together, out of habit. He chuckled deep in his throat, pressing his lips to your neck. "Meet me in our room, undressed." You swallowed thickly before nodding, he gave you one more kiss before slipping his hands from around you.

You had never moved so fast in your life, quickly drying your hands, you made your way to the shared bedroom. Quickly shedding your clothes, lying down on the silk of the sheets. Heavy footsteps made their way up the stairs shortly after. You weren't sure why he made you come up first or why you didn't enter together. But that wasn't important. The door opened, his large frame entering the room. His eyes never left your form as he undressed himself. Eyes full of lust and want, they seemed almost...darker.

Soon, he was just as bare as you, knees settling on the mattress. Arms caging you in as he stared you down. "This is a rare occurrence and I think it's time. I'm going to pump this tummy of yours full of my cum." His words tapered off as he ran a hand across your stomach. "You'll be so full, there's no chance that you won't be bearing my children. Do you understand?" Heat pooled in your stomach at his words, you nodded unable to say anything. He smiled, were his...teeth sharper? And was that..

His cock, it had grown in size, both length and girth. He was already big to begin with, thick veins running along his shaft. Would you even be able to take that..? He answered your question by properly preparing you first. Sliding his fingers in his mouth before slipping them into your heat. Pumping them in and out, adding more to make sure you were stretched properly. Already, tears welled in your eyes from the pleasure. "You are going to look radiant swollen with my children."

Once Zhongli was sure you were prepped enough, both hands grabbed at your thighs. Pressing them up until you were practically folded in half. The length of his cock rubbed sweetly against your leaking sex. And he didn't waste anytime, he fed himself into you until there was a small bulge in your stomach. He'd reached your womb.

You whined, still unable to speak and you had a feeling that would be the case for the rest of the night. Looking down, you could see him inside you. He watched your face, watching for any discomfort before pulling back, thrusting back into you. Setting a pace that made the bed shake and smack against the wall. The sound of slapping skin echoed throughout the whole room. He groaned, deep and guttural as he pounded into you.

"Gonna fill you up nice, sweetheart. You'll be leaking my cum." His hips snapped forward, your breasts shook from the power. Your thighs shivered and cramped from the position but it was so delicious you couldn't be bothered to complain. All you could do was grip tight to the sheets and sob. Your breath catching in your throat as he used you like he wanted.

A mess was being made, you knew this for a fact. Your ankles groaned from the tight grip he had on them, keeping them in place above your head. He slid in and out, over and over again until finally his hips stilled. Spilling his load inside your warm insides, but he didn't stop there. Almost immediately, he picked back up. The sound almost obscene with how wet it sounded. A mixture of your arousal and his cum, coating your thighs and pussy.

"Need to fill you up more, I need you leaking."

You sobbed openly as he did just as he promised. That night, he had cum so much inside you that when he finally pulled out. It immediately gushed, leaking on the sheets and all the way back to your ass. That wouldn't do, he'd have to keep his baby plugged up.

Safe to say, you slept with his cock still inside you that night.

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She fits right in (Oscar Piastri)

You meet Oscar's family back home

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"How long is the layover?", you asked Oscar as you put your backpack on properly once you took off your cardigan since you felt quite hot, "three hours", he replied, "we can go to the lounge and have some food first, freshen up", he suggested.

"Uuuuhh, freshening up in a public bathroom before I meet your parents in your childhood home, charming - you didn't have to make it so easy for me, Osc", you offered, going up to him so he could lace your hand in his and guide you through the airport.

Even you though you had travelled to see a couple of races from the garage, you had always kept inside Europe so long hail flights like this weren't something you were used to. You felt tired, sweaty, a little bit dirty from touching things everywhere and overall not that great. Still, it was a privilege to feel like this because of the reasons you did.

You found yourselves a table and made your order, Oscar staying there while you freshened up in the bathroom. Baby wipes, deodorant, brushing your teeth and washing your face would have to do for now.

"Do you feel a little more human?", he asked you once you sat back down, kissing his cheek soflty as he forwarded you your iced latte.

"Yes, actually I do", you snickered, taking a sip before speaking again, "are you sure your parents are fine with this whole arrangement?", you wondered.

"They're fine with it, you shouldn't be nervous, they already like you", he reassured. You had met his parents briefly when they travelled to see him race in Silverstone, but with the whole event taking up the schedule, you got to know eachother on a somewhat superficial level. Still, if the first impression was that good, it was a nice start.

"I'm not nervous nervous - at least not in the way I think I'd be, but is probably the jet lag and my body can't afford to have a freak out right now", you joked.

The last flight was spent with you sleeping on Oscar, arm rest up while you were cuddled up to his side, head nuzzled on his neck while he watched something to keep himself entertained and not get lost on his thoughts.

His family's opinion mattered to him and he was nervous to truly hear it. Not because of you - he was sure you were going to do brilliantly, but it wouldn't be the first time in history where seeing things up close, whether it was the lifestyle associated or being faced with what staying in a relationship looked like in the long run, made people leave. His parents had met your briefly before and now you were being introduced to everyone else. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, the neighbour he knew growing up. Everyone's eyes would be on you, and so would their opinions.

Rubbing your cheek softly, Oscar coaxed you out of sleep, "we're about to land, gorgeous, you might want to pop your ears", he muttered as you blinked your eyes open, kissing his palm before sitting up straight, doing as he told you before you fixed your hair, "do I look nice enough?", you wondered.

"You always look gorgeous", he assured, kissing your cheek softly.

You boarded off the plane and walked to the customs service, "they're quite quick at this time of year since a lot of people travel foe the race", Oscar explained as you were quickly checked before you walked to baggage claim, getting your suitcases and stopping twice to take photos Oscar's fans asked once they noticed it was him, "we're counting on a good race for you!", they wished as you smiled, handing them the phone back and waving once you walked to the spot Chris said him and Nicole would be waiting for you in the parking lot.

"How was your flight, dears?", Nicole was the first to speak as she embraced her son, followed by Chris.

"It was good, didn't have much turbulence", Oscar said as he saw your mother engulf you in a hug.

"It was nice, yes", you smiled, "very tiring getting to the land down under, I have to admit", you chuckled.

"Oh, that it is! Last time we did it, I felt so dirty I immediately went to the bathroom to shower once we got home", she giggled.

"I might actually do that, if you don't mind - my whole body just feels icky", you admitted, knowing you had arrived at early hours in the morning already and you shouldn't make much noise to the people who wanted to sleep.

"Of course it's fine! C'mon, let's pack the car and head home!", Chris encouraged you as he put the luggage on the car trunk while you got inside the car.

By the time you got home, Nicole encouraged you to head straight for the shower you so much needed while Oscar got something to eat. When you exited the ensuite bathroom, your boyfriend was unpacking his own suitcase.

"If you don't mind, I'll unpack those tomorrow? Or in the morning? What time is it already?", you muttered as he had closed the blinds, leaving the room completely dark with only the bedside lamp on.

"It's fine, love", he smiled, kissing the top of your head, "you smell nice", he chuckled, squeezing your waist softly before he went to have a shower.

Maybe it wasn't the most polite, but this was going to be your room for the next couple of days considering you had flown in early so Oscar could spend as much time as he could with his family, so you undid the bed. The fresh sheets enveloped you as you tied your hair in a messy bun just to get it away from your eyes.

The last thing you remember coherently is Oscar laying next to you, pulling you to cuddle up to him and kissing your forehead sweetly with a "Goodnight, my love".

You woke up a few hours later, looking at your watch and see that it was already past midday and you were in bed, "morning", you heard Oscar's groggy morning voice whisper into your back, littering kisses on your shoulders.

"Hey", you smiled, turning around and seeing his handsome smiley face, "it's the afternoon already", you pointed out.

"It usually is when I wake up after coming back home", he shrugged his shoulders, "my parents are used to it. Also, they said they'd be having lunch at my grandma's, so they're not home - it's probably why it's so quiet".

"Do they want us to meet them there?", you wondered, not wanting to part your boyfriend from his family.

"We can if you don't mind", he added, "you could meet my grandma, too!", he tried to see if you felt comfortable with it.

"Yes! Let me just get ready quickly!", you smiled, pecking his lips and leaving the bed.

"Why so excited?", Oscar asked as you were leaving his parents' house after having something quick to eat and you got your latte.

"You have told me many stories from your grandma and grandma's house is always the best!", you winked at him before you wiggled your brows.

"What do you mean it's always the best?", he quirked a brow.

"Grandma's are the ones who have the best photo collections in the family - C'mon Oscar, it's going to be so fun!", you joined your hands together in a cartoon villain like way, fingertips touching as you made a mischief expression.

"Did Lando set you up for this?", Oscar said as he unlocked the car.

"Yes! The more I get, the more Quadrant hoodies he says he'll get me!", you winked, pulling his arm to the car so he could drive you both to his grandparents' house.

"Can we come in?", Oscar announced as you both walked in through the back door, seeing his parents sat at the table while an older lady was doing something at the kitchen counter.

"Oscar, my love!", she yelled, wiping her hands on the nearest kitchen towell before she threw herself at her grandson, hugging him tightly while you greeted Oscar's parents briefly.

"And this is the young woman who stole Oscar's heart, how are you, sweetheart? You're very welcomed here!", she said, pulling you in for a tight hug immediately.

"I'm Y/N, thank you for welcoming me into your home, it's beautiful", you smiled warmly.

"Have you two had something to eat? I can make you something quickly if you'd like!", she asked and you both shook your head, "I'm good, but thank you".

"I was actually getting ready to make some Lamingtons and some Rum Balls, too. Y/N, has Oscar ever baked them for you?", she mused.

"No, I don't think he has", you looked at him for confirmation as he shook his head, blush erupting on his cheeks, "I would never make them as good as yours!", he defended himself.

"Well, darling, I'm going to make some for you too then!", she smiled.

"I'd love to help if you want a hand, maybe then I'll pester Oscar to make them for me back home", you smiled.

"Oh, good! Let's get started then!", she exclaimed, getting you an apron and guiding you through the recipe.

"You can beat these while I measure the flower", she delegated, "it has to be very fluffy so the sponge is firm enough", she advised as you beat the contents inside the bowl.

"How is that going?", Oscar asked coming up from behind you as you were transferring the batter to the lined tin.

"I need to use the bathroom, dear, but when you finish that, can you put it in the oven and take the other one, please?", she questioned, "this way we'll have a new batch to work with everytime", she smiled before excusing herself.

"How is she really doing with you?", your boyfriend waited for a honest answer.

"It's been really fun, truly! She's been telling me stories about when she was younger and what growing up here was like, she fed me some of those things, those rolled up things", you pointed at the plate on the counter.

"Those are rum balls! Love, you don't even like rum!", he pinched your cheek before you out the tray in the oven.

"I wasn't going to break her heart and tell her no, and they're not that bad! Just not my favourite things ever!", you reasoned with him, wiping your hands on the kitchen towell, "but it's been good, she's very lovely - and I am this close at getting to your baby stories", you pinched your thumb and poster finger together.

"You're impossible", he chuckled, stealing a kiss from your lips before his grandma got back.

"She's a lovely girl, Oscar", his mother said as she sat down next to him on the chair on the decking outside as they saw his father gather the supplies for a barbecue. His grandmother suggested and afternoon barbecue for when you were done with baking.

"I'm very happy I brought her home to meet everyone", Oscar smiled, "she's really one of a kind".

"Is she dealing well with all of this? I'm sure she's not used to it", Nicole wondered, "people taking pictures, interrupting your day to day lives, you're not always there for her", she trailed off.

"Well, neither am I, right?", Oscar chuckled, "I think she's been doing well, we speak about it every now and again to check and make sure we're both well with all of it. We don't post eachother much, that's been helpful, and she has all her social media private".

"It's nice, she's an incredible young woman, and you two are so great together", Nicole complimented.

"I think I was more nervous to come out here than her, to be honest", Oscar said, prompting his mother to raise her eyebrows, "not because of her! I was nervous because she's the first person I've brought home - like, home home - and I didn't know how you would react with her being here and everything. It's not like it's a dinner and she can run away or leave for her own place if she feels uncomfortable or if you guys didn't like her", he trailed off the last part.

His family's opinion mattered to him, and as romantic as it often sounded in movies, he wasn't sure how he would proceed if his family strongly felt against your relationship.

"Well, on our end, we're fine", his mother nudged his shoulder, "she's so lovely, Oscar, you would be a fool if you let her get away from you. She's smart, caring, loving - she fits quite well with grandma", she pointed to you two with her eyes as the older lady taught you how to dip the cake in the chocolate and then the coconut, laughing together as you seemed to get more on your hands than on the actual sweet food, "she loves you dearly, I can tell. Of course we approve. But, if she wants to make a run for it, well - that's going to be a little bit tricky at the very least", she joked as she saw her mother help you with a kitchen towell, "though that doesn't look like it's going to be anytime soon".

You fit right in with his family and he couldn't be happier.

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PAIRING: jj maybank x longhaired!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff, fluff, fluff SONG INSPIRATION: electric love by BORNS WORD COUNT: 668

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it had now become a routine between the two of you to wake up, get ready and then start the day surfing together. before you stepped foot out of the house jj would help tie back your hair.

it was such a hassle to keep it down when you were in the water, getting your arms tangled in it as you paddled back to shore. it was just too annoying, he must have had enough of your complaining because the boy watched video after video just to learn how to braid it.

you had no idea that he had taught himself how to do it, until one morning, you walked out of your bedroom to see him sitting waiting on the worn-down couch, scrolling through his phone until he heard your door shut, looking up with a contagious grin.

eagerly patting the cushion that was placed on the floor in between his legs, also noticing the new hair brush and hair bands next to his leg closest to you.

you can't lie and say it didn't take a while for him to properly learn how to do it, but you were patient and supportive of him. with more time that passed the dutch and french braids went from loose and in your face to tight and perfect.

sometimes you'd be impatient, kicking your feet against the floor, trying to knock the pins and needles out of your toes.

"are you nearly done jay? my feet are going to sleep!" you whined, slightly leaning your head back only for it to be nudged forward by the back of his hand.

"nearly!" he mumbled, one of the pins in between his teeth, making sure your flyaways were completely out of your way.

when he was finally done, you both grabbed your bags reminding him of anything you knew he would most likely forget, something important like his sunglasses, or sunscreen.

oh, and it wouldn't stop there, he would also take out the braids, running specific oils through the ends as he unwrapped each section, making it easier for you to wash it later in the week or the next day.

you would like to think that this brought you closer together, because of the very few days that you'd let your hair down to breathe. he got all grumpy and would not give you a real reason as to why he was in such a sour mood, but since you had known him for so long, you just knew it was because he felt 'unhelpful' that day.

you were so close to each other that you'd often lay in the hammock together, soaking in the sun, he absentmindedly played with the ends of your hair as you blabbered on about the day prior to the one you were in now about some obscure post you'd seen on tiktok.

"did you know that when you sleep that your brain kinda absorbs the fluid in your head and cleans it? but if you don't get enough sleep then you technically have dirty brain water if the process isn't completed," you exclaimed, throwing your hands up into the air.

"there's no fucking way." he then processed to grab his phone to search it up even if it was bullshit he still listened intently beside you.

everyone started to say there see you tomorrow for the night, keira hugged you, before getting into the truck to leave.

john b and sarah also called it a night, which left you and jj to continue to sit on the fallen tree in front of the fire.

"i know it's been a while since you started doing it, but i really want to thank you for putting in the effort in to learn how to do my hair for me..." glancing towards the now dying flames, then back over to him.

"i really appreciate you j, i hope you know that." with that said you walked over to him, pressing a light peck to his cheek as you walk into the shared house.

jj sat there bright pink under the moonlight.

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[j0hnj4ej3n]

nct dream taking care of you when you're sick

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: mentions of food, not eating well, vomiting, fainting, covid and a pregnancy scare, let me know if i missed out anything  

Notes: hello everyone! i’m back from my family holiday and will be posting more now~ here’s a little something for you all hehe <3 hope you all enjoy reading it!! if any of you have any requests, do feel free to send them in, till next time, have a wonderful week ahead everyone <3

𔘓Mark:

When Mark finds you curled up under your blanket on the couch when he gets home, he’s already worried. Because one, you’re usually excited to engulf him in a hug and two, it’s summer and he’s sweating from the short walk back from the bus stop but you’re wrapped up like a burrito, unmoving and pale. “Babe? You okay?” Mark comes to sit by you, instinctively pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. “Dude, you’re burning…” “I’m fine Mark, just need to rest,” you mumble out. You’re sleepy and cold and finally comfortable on the couch after feeling unwell all afternoon. You’ve been really busy recently, with classes and your part-time job and it seems your body is finally breaking from your packed schedules and lack of sleep. “You’re running a fever babe, come on,” Mark says as he lifts you up bridal style, together with your blanket still wrapped around you into your shared bedroom. He tucks you in properly, making sure the room isn’t too cold for you and even filled a jug of water and placed it beside you on the nightstand along with your cup. Mark digs through the box of medicine you two have in the kitchen cabinet and rushes to offer you ibuprofen for your fever. “I’ll go shower, be right back okay?” Mark tells you as he leans in to give you a kiss, but you’re quick to put your hand over his mouth, gently pushing his face away from yours. “Don’t, I’m sick. You can’t afford to be sick,” you say as Mark pulls your hand away from his face, holding it in his instead. “Don’t care,” he mutters out before swiftly stealing a peck, earning a frown from you. He only chuckles as he pulls the blanket up to make sure you’re properly tucked in. “Don’t worry about me babe, I’m a lot stronger than you think,” Mark tells you almost smugly, hitting his chest twice before flexing an arm to prove his point. “Shut up smelly, go shower already…” you jokingly nagged as you laughed weakly. And even though Mark was really busy himself, he stayed by your side as much as he could. Studying beside you while you rested, running out to get takeout for the both of you. He makes sure you’re drinking enough water and taking your medicine regularly. At night, Mark doesn’t let himself sleep before you do until your fever is finally gone and you’re almost recovered. And he was right, despite sticking right by you while you were sick, juggling his part-time internship and classes, Mark was still holding up well. In this time, you couldn’t help but be grateful for your lovely boyfriend who took care of you dutifully despite his own busy schedules and you wondered if you could love anyone more than you love Mark Lee.

𔘓Renjun:

You stir awake as you feel someone slightly shaking you. You slowly open your eyes to meet your boyfriend’s kind ones, they’re laced with both worry and adoration. “I made you some tea, it’s supposed to be good for your throat. Drink it while it’s hot.” Renjun tells you as he helps you sit up, holding the cup against your lips as you take small sips of the warm tea. “Thanks love,” you whisper out as much as you can since your voice is still strained, your sore throat preventing you from speaking at your normal volume. Renjun offers you a small smile, brushing your hair out of your face, “Did you sleep well my love? Feeling better?” “Mm, just a little better.” Renjun frowns slightly at that, he puts the tea on the bedside table and pulls you up slowly so you could go wash up for breakfast. While you’re beginning to brush your teeth, Renjun stands behind you, gathering your hair together before tying it up into a ponytail so you can clean up without your hair getting in the way. He places a soft kiss on your shoulder before leaving to heat up your breakfast. He doesn’t close the toilet door on the way out, afraid you’ll have another fainting spell since you are still recovering. You think your immune system hates you because once you’re even just a little unwell, you would get fainting spells but Renjun has gotten used to it and is always so alert. It makes you feel bad because he’d get so worried but you also feel so safe and thankful because you know Renjun would be there to catch you if you fall, quite literally. “Here, I made some soup, it should be easier for you to swallow,” Renjun tells you once you come out from the toilet. You haven’t been eating well since your throat hurts so much so Renjun has been sweet enough to cook or buy soft foods to make sure you still get enough nutrients. He joins you at the dining table, though he’s just eating bread with jam. Renjun looks at you as you take your first sip, chewing his bread while looking at you with expectant eyes. You sigh as flavours explode in your mouth, warmth spreads down to your chest as you swallow. “It’s so good,” you tell him and a proud, tight-lipped smile appears on Renjun’s pretty face, “Thank god, eat up then.”

𔘓Jeno:

You were never someone who had a big appetite, so when you fall sick you practically have no desire to eat anything. It’s really bad, you know but you can’t stomach too much food in fear that you might throw up. All you want to do when you’re sick is sleep all day. But Jeno can’t bear seeing you being sick and not eating or drinking enough, so he takes it upon himself to try and get you to eat even just a little. So now the two of you are on the couch, you’re wearing a hoodie (jeno’s hoodie) and pouting while curled up beside him, hugging your knees to your chest. Jeno’s holding a bowl of porridge in his hand and a spoon in the other, gently blowing the porridge that’s on it. “Aaa,” Jeno says as he moves the spoon to your lips. You look at him, eyes round and almost glistening with tears, “Jeno… I can’t, not hungry.” Jeno sighs, looking at the bowl and then back at you before he says, “You didn’t even eat much baby, you need to eat…” You feel miserable, your head is pounding and even with the hoodie on, you’re still cold. Everything is tasteless and you really don’t feel like eating. But you also know that Jeno’s right and you just feel bad because he’s trying to take such good care of you. “Just two more mouths? Just two and we’re done,” Jeno says as he smiles at you, wiggling the spoon in front of you. Okay, you thought to yourself, you could do two more. Jeno just wants you to be well, he knows it’s not like you asked to be sick so he’s willing to do whatever to get you well again. Whatever you need, he’s ready to do it just for you if it means you’ll feel better physically and emotionally. You slowly open your mouth and Jeno pushes the spoon gently into your mouth. He scoops up some more porridge, remembering to make sure there’s some minced meat on the spoon too before he blows on it. And after you finish the last bite, Jeno gets up to do the dishes, not before he pats your head, cooing out a “Good job~” at you for the last two bites you managed to eat. Jeno returns after doing the dishes to see you nodding off on the couch. So he joins you, pulling you to lie on top of him as he runs his fingers through your hair, soothing you into a deep sleep.

𔘓Haechan:

“Oh shit!” was the only thing Haechan managed to say when he saw the way you were hunched over the toilet bowl, throwing up. He rushed to hold your hair back, firmly rubbing your back as you were calming down after throwing up your lunch. You’ve been nauseous all morning and after eating lunch, your stomach started churning. You wondered if it was the sashimi you had last night that was making you feel funny. Haechan passes you some tissue to wipe your mouth with after you rinsed it, bending down to look at you, gently brushing your hair out of your face. “Are you okay? Still feeling nauseous?” he asked timidly and you nod. You wanted to ask him if he was feeling fine since you both had the sashimi together, or maybe you just had a weaker stomach. But before you open your mouth to ask, Haechan blurts out, “You’re not pregnant, are you?” The two of you look each other dead in the eye for two seconds before you burst out laughing. “W-what? Baby, I’m serious,” Haechan says as he tugs your arm to get you to stop laughing, “My period just ended like two days ago, so we haven’t done anything recently. Plus, we always use protection anyway.” “It’s not 100% though…” “Don’t worry babe, you’re not going to be a dad that soon.” Haechan scoffs at that but you can tell he’s not convinced. “I’ll take a test to be sure if you want,” you suggested but Haechan shakes his head. “It’s fine, but if you puke again I’m taking you to the doctor,” he tells you as he holds your face, looking at you worriedly. You were fine for a while but you do puke again, your throat burns and your stomach hurts. So Haechan rushes to take you to the nearest clinic. You were right about the sashimi, it was food poisoning but Haechan was fine so you guess your digestive system doesn’t really accept raw food too well. “I told you I wasn’t pregnant babe”, “Damn, why am I kind of disappointed though?” “Shut up, you wouldn’t know what to do if I was”, “Of course I would, we’d get married and have a family together. I mean, sure, it’s a little early but I’d be so ready babe.” All week, Haechan made sure you remember to stay hydrated since you did continue to throw up a few more times. He would cook food that was more kind to your stomach and set alarms so you two would remember it’s time to eat your medicine. Thanks to Haechan, you were still able to laugh even in your miserable state and got well really quickly. And you wouldn’t tell him, but you think you fell more in love with him knowing that he had already thought of a future that had you in it.

𔘓Jaemin:

You’re finally done with your shift at the cafe and you’re ready to close up for the day. You’re tired and you’ve been having the worst headache since your classes ended. You soldiered through your evening shift despite that but now you’re feeling even worse. You’ve been pushing yourself to work almost every day after classes for some income, so you can pay rent on time without depending on your parents. But as finals draw near, your stress is through the roof. You haven’t been eating or sleeping well and you think it’s finally taking a toll on your body. You’re taking your apron off when you hear the bell from the cafe door ring, “So sorry, we’re close-” “I know, I’m here to pick my lovely girlfriend up from work~” Jaemin stands in front of you, adorning the prettiest smile on his face. And you instantly relax, smiling back at him. “Hi honey, ready to go?” “Yeah, just give me a minute”. You tell him as you rush to the back to get your bag and turn off most of the lights. You rush back out to meet Jaemin when your vision starts to blur, you stop in your tracks as your hand reaches out to hold anything to keep you steady. You try to stay standing as your surroundings start to swirl, your vision blurry and dark. Jaemin is quick to react, rushing to you. “Baby? Y/N, what’s wrong?” Jaemin calls out, he holds you by your waist with one arm as the other comes up to hold your face. He looks into your eyes, his own laced with concern and he can tell you’re kind of blacking out. You blink hard a few times, holding onto his arm as your vision slowly clears. “Are you okay? Have you eaten anything?” Jaemin asks worriedly. You shake your head slightly, trying not to trigger another near fainting spell. “Been having the worst headache and I haven’t had the time to eat after class today…” “Y/N, how many times have I told you? You have to eat no matter what.” You can’t even look at Jaemin because you feel bad that he has to nag at you constantly for something as simple as having your meals on time. Jaemin sighs and brings his hand up to hold your face, tilting your head upwards so you’re looking at him. “You had a long day, let’s go home hm? I’ll cook you something yummy,” Jaemin says in a whisper just loud enough for you to hear. And you nod, closing your eyes as you lean into his touch. He lets go of your face and engulfs you in a hug, you let yourself melt against him. When you’re with Jaemin like this, for these few seconds every one of your burdens fade into nothing and even your head stops throbbing for a while. When you pull away Jaemin is smiling down at you like you’re the single, most precious person in this world. He carries your bag and slides his hand into yours, interlocking your fingers together. You get home and Jaemin feeds you a bowl of delicious beef noodles, nagging once again about how you need to stop skipping your meals. And he goes on, endearingly. “You have to sleep earlier too, go to bed when I do for a week straight. That should fix your sleep… AND if you have a busy school day, don’t put your availability down for work. Just rest at home for a bit this week. You’re always making me worried about you baby, what do I do with you?” “Alright alright, I got it…” “I love you y/n, I just want you to be well and healthy and happy. We have to grow old together, you know?” Jaemin says as he looks at you, eyes sparkly with a slight pout on his face. You pinch his cheek, “I got it babe, I love you too”.

𔘓Chenle:

You’ve been lying in bed all afternoon, you feel cold and you’ve been sneezing and coughing non-stop. You were afraid that you caught covid again but your self-testing kit says otherwise. You put on some soothing music and tried to take another nap. That’s when you hear your front door open, Chenle is back from his basketball class. “Hey babe,” he greets when he enters your shared room but when he sees you all curled up on the bed, he does a double take. “Hi Chenle,” “What’s up with you? You feeling okay?” “No… I feel like shit.” Chenle chuckles at that as he walks up to you, ruffling your hair. “Do you want to go to the doctor? I’ll take you.” You shake your head as you look up at him, “Can you go wash up, then come cuddle with me?” Chenle frowns and says without hesitation, “But you’re sick, what if I catch what you have?” With that, you frown too. “You’re the worst…” Chenle laughs at your expression, “I’m just kidding.” Even at a time like this, there is no escape from your boyfriend’s teasing. He goes to shower and comes back out within 10 minutes, adorning another basketball jersey with his towel around his shoulders. “Have you eaten anything all day?” “No, I’ve just been laying here.” “You’re not hungry?” “I am…” “Why didn’t you text me to get something back?” “I was resting!” You raise your voice a little which causes you to cough. “Okay, chill. I’ll go make you something, after you eat then we can cuddle.” You look at him with your puppy eyes, purposefully exaggerating, “You’re the best~” “Shut up, don’t look at me like that! That was not what you said just now anyway.” And even though Chenle just made you some porridge and bok choy, you were really grateful. It was simple, homey food but you love whatever Chenle cooks so even though you’re still feeling under the weather and it’s a little hard to eat, you finish all your porridge. After Chenle does the dishes, he joins you back in bed and cuddles you as promised. You still feel sick but for some reason, with Chenle around you feel a little better. In the few days that you took to recover, Chenle calls his mum to ask for a herbal soup recipe and makes it for you until you feel better again. On the fourth day, you’re fully recovered but when you woke up, Chenle was shivering beside you even though he had practically snatched the whole blanket and wrapped it around himself. “You okay babe?” “Feel funny, it’s so cold.” Chenle got sick, turns out he did catch the flu from you. You feel so bad, “I’m so sorry… you actually got sick taking care of me…” “Don’t be silly babe, I'll be fine.” So you do your best to take care of him too and nurse him back to health like he did for you.

𔘓Jisung:

“Are you feeling better baby?” Jisung asks you when you wake up from your nap and you shake your head. He sighs and pats your head. After you texted him saying you’re having a fever last night, he came over early this morning to come take care of you. Jisung even got you breakfast, but you didn’t eat much, which Jisung understands. You went back to sleep shortly after and Jisung went out to the pharmacy to get you some ibuprofen and vitamin C drinks for your immune system. Jisung doesn’t let you move an inch until you feel better even though you are fully capable of doing minor tasks yourself. He’s always going, “No, don’t worry about that. I’ll do it.” “Just stay in bed baby, I’ll help you.” And he’s making sure you eat well and drink enough water. He stays by your side all day and night, keeping you company and making sure you have everything you need. Even after you finally get up to shower, Jisung blows your hair for you. “Tell me if it’s too hot,” Jisung says before he blows dry your hair. After that, he combs your hair for you and it makes you feel so sleepy. “Tired?” “Yes… I’m sorry Ji, I’ve just been sleeping all day…” You apologise, feeling bad that he’s over at your place and you can’t spend any proper quality time with him since you’re feeling unwell. And that he’s been running around doing everything for you. Jisung shakes his head, frowning just a little. “Why are you sorry? You’re not feeling well, it’s not your fault. You need rest so you can recover quickly,” Jisung tells you as he smooths your hair down, patting the top of your head before he begins to tuck you into bed. “Will you stay the night?” You ask him timidly, he hums in reply. “I’ll stay with you until you feel better, baby. I’ll be right here when you wake up tomorrow, don’t worry.”

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18+ MDNI | Oral sex, mentions of sex, sex.

Logan giggled as Rafe lifted her up and onto the hard surface of the counter, her fingers sinking into his hair as he mouthed and kissed her throat, his hand frantically moving to pull at her skirt, groaning when he finally pushed it up enough to slip his fingers under.

“Tell me you’ve been bare all day.”

“All day.” Logan all but purred into his neck, teeth scraping against his Adam’s apple as he stroked her inner thigh, “I left them in your bed…”

“Fuck, Lo,” Rafe hissed when she wound a leg around his own, pulling him that much closer, his fingers teasing her under her skirt, “how am I supposed to go back out there knowing you aren’t wearing underwear?”

Logan lifted her hands to run up his chest, fingers feeling the many buttons of his shirt as she kissed the underside of his chin, “You can fill me up first…?”

Rafe almost came in his pants, whining as he lifted his hand to cup her jaw, kissing her deeply. “I don’t have time, baby.” He kicked himself for turning her down, but he knew they’d be interrupted if they did, his dad was watching him closely and if he was gone that long Ward would surely know. “But…”

Logan threw her head back when he slipped his fingers inside her, head resting against the mirror as Rafe set the pace. She bit her lip, letting out those noises that drove him wild, his eyes glued to the space between her legs as she eagerly sucked him in.

“I’ve been good, Rafe…”

“I know, baby,” he brushed his thumb across her clit and Logan whined, “you’ve been so good tonight. Putting up with all of these assholes.”

Logan’s first orgasm washed over her quickly, and she was almost embarrassed how fast she came around his fingers, breathing heavily through her nose when Rafe groaned, pulling out to see how she coated him. While he had just enough restraint to not fuck her right then and there, he didn’t have enough to deny himself a treat, lifting her up and spinning her around towards the plush chair in the corner, Logan clutching at his shoulders as he got to his knees, diving into her waiting pussy.

Logan felt electrified, head tilting back as Rafe parted her legs, tongue rolling into her at a pace that promised more, her fingers digging into his perfectly combed hair as he demanded a second orgasm from her. His eyes lifted to look at her and Logan’s lips parted, her thighs shaking as he sucked on her clit, his fingers easing back into her.

“Rafe…”

He hummed around her and Logan’s entire body jolted, a startled cry falling from her mouth as he nipped and then sucked again, his fingers moving faster. Her thighs tried to squeeze his head but he held them back, shaking his head at her as he pulled off and slipped his tongue back inside, his fingers toying with her wet clit.

“Fuck.” Logan arched and squirmed and Rafe only continued his pace, tongue and fingers working together to give her a third orgasm, her voice echoing around the empty locker room as she cried out and moaned his name, her hips rolling into his face.

She expected him to let up, to kiss her thighs and make a comment about wanting her wet the entire night until he could fuck her properly after, but he only dove in again and Logan gasped, shaking her head back and forth as he lifted his eyes to her face, “Rafe—Rafe. Too much, oh my God. Too much...too much!” Her body lurched and she squealed when he brushed his knuckle against her, grinning as she giggled softly, tugging him away from her clit and up to her, arms wrapping around his shoulders as they kissed deeply.

She tasted herself, Rafe’s mouth and chin dripping, and he lifted up to rest his hands on the arms of the chair, hovering above her enough they could see each other. “I’ll pick you up after work,” he promised softly, fingers running up her neck, tilting her chin to better see her eyes, “and I’ll fill you up then.”

Logan nodded, gently taking his thumb into her mouth, Rafe groaning as she licked and kissed it, his eyes darkening and pants tightening enough that he regretted not trying for a quickie. However a knock sounded on the locked door and he was quickly reminded why he didn’t try, pulling his thumb from her lips before he leaned down to kiss Logan softly before he stood to deal with his dad.

[irwinsblender]

sickness

a/n: wrote this fic bc i’ve been on and off with random illness for the past couple of months which i’m still dealing with (😞) but, that inspired me to write this.. so taking some positives from the negatives ig lol

pairing: ashton x reader

summary: you’ve been getting sick a lot recently and ashton is there to care for you

warnings: brief mentions of throwing up

word count: 1.8k

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after a couple of months of endless sickness, you thought you could be starting to go down the right path with being healthy again.

the past two months had been exhausting, you picked up a cold after visiting family and after that went away, it came back a week later. recovering from that, you thought you were in the clear.. until you felt sick one night and couldn’t seem to keep any food down.

whenever you were sick, ashton was always there to care for you as long as you needed. which you were always very appreciative for.

you were finally back to being yourself again. or so you thought.

ashton had a few studio days planned with the guys, ready to do some recording for their next album. he reassured you that he wouldn’t go if you still weren’t feeling 100%. you told him you were fine and urged him to go, which he did.

you thought you were fine, out of that danger zone of picking up other illnesses. however, you were clearly mistaken.

you’d been feeling unwell again for the past two days, a horrendous headache, stomach ache, nausea, the whole lot. at first you were going to blame it on food poisoning. but, you’d only eaten a microwave pasta meal for dinner last night, so it couldn’t be that.

by the time it was getting to evening, you were sure this was the worst you’d felt. no appetite, feeling slightly light headed. you convinced yourself getting an early night would help.

walking into your bathroom, using the sink for brushing your teeth and washing your face, you leaned down for a moment, not long, just to rinse your face. that was clearly too long for the blood to circulate properly, as when you stood upright, you blacked out instantly.

reaching around, you tried to stop yourself from falling, but it was no use. slamming your head into the wall, hitting the ground pretty hard, you knew there would be bruising.

it took a few moments but your vision came back to you, kind of. your sight was blurred, perhaps from hitting your head. you knew you should be calling ashton at this point, but you didn’t need him to worry about you again already.

instead, you called 911, thinking that would be best after hitting your head. they sent an ambulance and you were on your way to the emergency room in no time.

they did a few tests, gave you ice and pain medication for your head and without you knowing, they called ashton. the first person on your emergency contact list.

your tests were completely normal, a relief that nothing was seriously wrong with you. however, you’d hoped they’d find something to explain your bout of constant sickness as of recently.

you were given the all okay to go home by your doctor, only being told to rest for a few days and make sure you eat and drink enough.

you were about to figure out a way to get home when you heard your boyfriend’s familiar voice.

“babe? there you are!” he rushed over, seeing the ice you were holding. “are you okay? what happened?”

“ash? what’re you doing here?” you asked. “i thought you were at the studio?”

“i was,” he paused, sitting down beside you. “the hospital called, told me you were here.”

you looked down, feeling bad for not telling him what had been going on, not knowing how to explain that you had come down with sickness a further time.

“i blacked out,” you admitted, removing the ice from your head for a moment to show where you ended up having to get stitched up. “hit my head and ended up with everything looking blurry for a good thirty minutes.”

“oh, baby.” ashton sighed, placing his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his embrace. “have you not been feeling well again?”

you nodded, looking down, “for a couple of days.” you explained. “lost my appetite and haven’t had much energy.”

“did they check your temperature?” he asked, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. “you’re hot.”

“kind of you to compliment me when i’ve never looked worse.” you glanced up at him, tiny smirk on your face.

ashton nudged your shoulder, shaking his head. you knew what he meant, sometimes you just can’t help yourself.

“yes, they checked my temperature,” you chuckled. “it’s up a little, they gave me some medication for that.”

“good,” he replied. “you had blood tests done?”

he pointed to your left arm, noticing a piece of cotton taped over the middle of your arm. you looked down for a moment, almost too tired to have to explain everything the doctors did.

“yea,” you answered. “they didn’t find anything wrong, they think it’s just a bad fever.”

“and what about all the other times you’ve been sick in the last two months,” he questioned. “surely they have some answers for that.”

“they think i’ve just got a weak immune system since i’m at home a lot of the time.”

“oh,” ashton sighed. “you can blame me for that, i’ve been writing and going to the studio which leaves you with nothing to do.”

“i’m not blaming you, ash,” you shook your head at him. “i work from home, which gives me little time to socialise with people. it’s since the pandemic, we both know that.”

ashton nodded, taking in what you were saying. he was about to add to what you said, when a nurse walked over with a clipboard and medication.

“anti nausea pills,” she explained, passing them to you. “you can take one every six hours as needed until your symptoms wear off.”

she smiled, giving another all clear for you to go home with Ashton. you kept hold of the ice pack, ashton took hold of your pills for now. he lead you out to his car, helping you inside first before he got into the drivers side.

the drive home was quiet, but short thankfully. the same as when you left the hospital, ashton helped you out of his car and up to your doorstep, unlocking the door for you before letting you in first.

he locked up for the night, slipping his shoes and jacket off before helping you to get your shoes off too.

“let’s get you up to bed, yea?” ashton suggested, you agreed, just wanting to lay down and relax.

holding onto your hand as you took one step at a time, you felt much better in ashton’s presence. he was here for if anything else happened, for if you felt sick, if you needed your pills or anything to eat or drink. he always cared for you.

once to your room, you laid down on your bed with your pillows propped up slightly. ashton covered you with your blankets, sitting beside you for a moment.

“do you need anything?” he asked. “water? a snack?”

“can you get me some water?” you asked quietly. “i think i should take one of those nausea pills.”

“of course, baby,” he smiled softly, leaving the room to grab a glass of water for you.

while he was gone, you stayed in bed, ice pack on your head, which was starting to melt and would be used up soon.

you stared in front of you, thinking about the past two months. it had been a lot. a lot of sickness, not getting out of bed very much, having to cancel dates with ashton because you felt terrible in yourself.

it had been incredibly draining. you’d reached a breaking point this time.

ashton didn’t expect to hear quiet sobs as he walked back up the stairs with your water and pills. he slowly pushed the door open, seeing you’d placed the ice pack beside you with your face hidden behind your hands.

“my love,” he softly spoke as he placed the water down on your nightstand, the pills next to it. “what’s wrong?”

he crouched down next to the bed, slowly pulling your hands away from your face, holding them in his as he caressed his thumbs across the backs.

“i’m just tired,” you cried out, the tears flowing down your cheeks. “i’m tired of being so sick all the time, i have nearly no energy to do anything, i just wanna know what’s wrong with me.”

you let out a shaky breath at the end of your sentence, ashton frowned, hating seeing you like this.

“let me come and lay with you.” ashton stood up, letting go of your hands for a moment.

he slipped under your covers, shuffling so he could be right next to you. he took one of your hands, entwining his fingers with yours.

“there might not necessarily be anything wrong right now,” ashton tried to think of what to say carefully. “you might just be going through a phase of illness, it can happen.”

you wipe your tears with your free hand, not baring to look over at ashton.

“not like this,” you shook your head. “i’ve thrown up more times in these past two months than i have my whole life.”

“i think you’re being unlucky, baby. i know it’s been hard on you, but you had tests done and nothing was wrong, right?”

“i guess.” you folded your arms, letting go of his hand in the process.

“i know things are tough, and feel never ending,” ashton placed his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “but, you’re gonna be okay, i’ll stay here with you while you rest up and try to get your strength back. anything you need, I’ll be right here.”

you leaned to rest your head on his shoulder, sighing quietly before glancing up to him.

“i’m sorry I’m being like this.” you apologized. “even though they did tests, i still feel like there’s something else going on with me.”

“tell you what,” ashton runs his hand up and down your side to comfort you. “why don’t we monitor how you feel, write it down each day to see if things change.”

you nodded, liking that idea.

“if you keep getting sick, or if your symptoms never go away, we can go straight back to the hospital or to see a doctor.”

“okay.” you meekly replied.

ashton gave a reassuring smile, kissing the top of your head, “is there anything else you need me to do?” he asked, prepared to go and get anything you needed.

“just want some cuddles.” you looked up at him, forcing a smile.

he nodded, laying down more to pull you to rest your head against his shoulder. his arms around you as you leaned against him. more comfortable than you have been for the past few days. after a few moments, you let out a quiet yawn. one ashton still heard.

“get some sleep if you need to, baby,” he whispered. “i’ll be right here with you.”

“i love you, ash.” you said before drifting off to sleep.

“i love you too,” ashton sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, happy that you’re finally getting the rest you needed. “get well soon, angel.”

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[thekinkyleopard]

Crime Spreeze

An Al, Elex and Perry snz fic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Bullying, SicFic, Sexual Harassment, Cussing,

Panic/Anxiety, OCD/Germaphobia, Fluff

Description: Elex has to go on a heist, with his least favorite demons tagging along out of obligation, he wonders how he’s going to get through it especially when he realizes he’s getting sick.

Author’s Notes: 🫣 Don’t look at me!!!!! Im sorry this took longer to get out than promised 😭 I’ve been DEEP in the trenches. My life is a whole mess right now. However, I found the motivation and will to finish this Nonny request! Elex’s first time getting sick in front of people he doesn’t know very well, nor likes 🫣 Hope you enjoy! ~ (this fic also delves deeper into Elex’s experience with his Germaphobia/OCD and could be triggering so I just wanna leave a second mention!) @aller-geez did the cover and owns Perry!

Elex groaned he threw his feet around and he grabbed a pillow, shoveling it over his face screaming with the loudest decibel he could, though muffled significantly by the pillow tightly shoved against his face. He was given a job today, and it had a really, really impressive payout. However, when he saw today who he would have to be meeting up with, and dealing with, he immediately, wanted to back out. Perry. The dude was a psychopath, they’d met a few times through other jobs, and through a certain red headed fuck bringing him around on the occasion he was in town. The green haired man groaned with angst and disdain. He couldn’t sit through a job having to deal with that asshole today.

“Whats wrong, El?” Sven asked walking in mid-tantrum. Ignoring Sven's question, Elex tossed the pillow aside and sat up, running a hand through his disheveled green hair. He knew he couldn't back out of the job now, he’d already said yes, if he backed out, he’d probably get jumped. Taking a deep breath, he finally responded to Sven, "It's Perry. I can't stand that fuckin’ guy, Every time we've crossed paths, it's been a nightmare…" he sighed deeply with irritation laced in every word of his sentence.

Sven raised an eyebrow, concern flickering in his eyes. "You sure you can handle this job with him involved?" his tone a bit apprehensive as he knew just how impatient and explosive his feral partner could be.

Elex nodded grimly, determination hardening his features. "I don't have a choice, The payout is too good to pass up.. I'll just have to keep my guard up and play pretend like we’re best fuckin’ friends," he gagged visibly, but not genuinely. The cat chuckled a bit at his boyfriend’s general demeanor.

As he got up from the bed, Elex began to mentally prepare himself for the inevitable confrontation with Perry. Today was going to be a long day, he could already tell…and there was something….off about the way he felt. His face was slightly hot, and his nose felt peculiarly prickly…stuffed. He went to the bathroom, and splashed a handful of cold water across his face before he got stuck in a whirlwind. ‘Germs…gErMs…DIRTY…’ he heard a low, sickly and gravely voice inside his head as the water hit his face. “Ugggghhh,” he grumbled audibly before getting out his face wash and his anti-bacterial soap. First the badger with determined eyes, washed and scrubbed his hands up to his elbows. Once he had completed that, he decided to brush his teeth, before finally get to soaping up his face. Once he had deemed himself sufficiently clean enough he stepped back and took out a fresh towel, bringing it to his face and gently drying himself where necessary. Making extra sure to care for the spots that hadn’t been properly showered least to not mix himself.

However, he put too much consideration into it, which got him spiraling into more thoughts. ‘Shower…You need to shower…the rest of you…it’ll spread..’ “JEsUs fucking christ,” he hissed behind gritted teeth, now starting to undress but in the process was slamming cabinets and being all around obnoxious about his movements in the bathroom. Sven came walking in.

“Babe, you good?” He asked with a cautious, almost confused tone and a raised teal brow.

“No! This Perry shit has me freaking out…I’m not clean enough and I need to shower…it’s going to make me LATE, and that’s going to cause some sort of smart mouthed, passive aggressive, borderline psychotic shit to come out his big stupid mouth!” the badger exploded in a long tangent that sent the cat back an inch, unexpecting of this sudden display of emotions, but not being unfamiliar in this territory.

“Okay, Okay, breathe…” Sven stepped closer, putting his palms out trying to calm the other who only shook his head in defiance.

“I cant right now, Sven, I have to shower, I have to get clean…can you pleas…snDf..just get me some clean clothes?” the Cheshire narrowed his orange eyes and looked his mate up and down. He was coming down with something. His rampant Phobia would appear whenever the badger had a sinking feeling he was ill or around someone who was ill.

“You’re sick,” the orange and teal haired man crossed his arms over his chest and he shook his head slowly.

“No, I’m not, actually…I’m just…stressed, now go! shoo! clothes! Please!!” he waved the other away, dismissing his comment though knowing it was a pill he’d probably regret not swallowing.

Sven sighed, realizing there was no stopping Elex when he got into one of these states. Reluctantly, he left the bathroom to fetch some fresh clothes for his germophobic partner. As Elex started the water for his shower, the thoughts in his mind continued to torment him. ‘What if he’s right? What if SICK? Germs?? What if germs already inside…’ The hot water cascading over his body did little to calm his racing mind. He did his best as he scrubbed his skin so hard it was almost getting raw. The moment the soap started to sting, Elex blinked his duo colored eyes clear and looked down at his blotchy, reddened mixed skin. “Fuck..” he sighed. “Overdid it..” he let the water caress him for a while longer, trying to settle the racing, impulsive thoughts that continued to plague him to scrub more while his new rashes burned under the temperature of the water.

According to Sven, therapy had been doing him well in their conversations and communication, however much Elex denied. Yet, in this moment he started to see what the cat meant. Normally, in his teen years especially, he’d be in the shower for hours, he’d scrub until his skin bled and developed sores, he would do anything to try and rid himself of the germs. As he has been attending help, and seeking guidance against his fears, he realized in this moment, there was a bit of hope. His sinuses now feeling cleared, or perhaps, numbed, the badger turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist.

“Hey, left your clothes on the bed if that’s okay I gotta get going to an auction, they want to display my photos,” he said from the doorway, staring his boyfriend down in a caring, nervous way. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good, good luck at your thingy,” Sven nodded with a soft, reassuring smile, though the cat still felt wary looking at him. None the less, he chuckled and shook his head.

“Auction,” reminding the badger in a subtle, but gentle way that it was important to him that Elex remembered the things he was saying, not just generally answering to suffice the conversation.

“Right, Auction,” the badger nodded again, his own way of receiving the slight nudge, and responding accordingly, the best way he simply could.

“I love you,” Sven smiled, still keeping his distance knowing a single touch of his finger tip could possibly set the badger a blaze.

“Mhh I love you too, kid,” it was Elex who stepped forward, an leaning down a bit, kissed the cat on his lips gingerly with a smirk on his face. “It’s not your germs I’m scared of, remember?”

“I know…I just worry,” the cat shrugged gently, almost not trying to make too big of a deal out of what he just said.

“I know,” taking note of the other’s body language, Elex replied simply, trying his best as well to, not make his issues, apart of Sven’s day.

“Try to have a good day?” his boyfriend poked, and though Elex felt the need to explode, as if he was going to ever have the chance at a good day he simply swallowed it and nodded again, lips pulled up into a half smile.

“You too, kid,” Sven smiled, genuinely, almost enough to brighten the entire room, the badger’s heart skipped a beat and he cleared his throat, nodding again as he watched Sven start to leave the doorway.

“Alright, I’m heading out,” finally the cat turned on his heels and began toward the door, out to his car and off the property entirely.

“See ya,” the badger turned around now focused again on his current task of getting dressed, noticing the silence in his head he was thankful. The small notes of affection, the working harder to love each other through their issues and the way Sven made him generally feel…calmed him enough to get through the rest of his routine.

~Later that same afternoon~

Elex pulls up to the meet up, leaning nervously against his seat and gripping his wheel so tightly, his knuckles start to turn white. “Come on dillweed where are you?” he sighed with clear frustration, unlike the demon to be late, he started looking through each of his windows and mirrors periodically to keep his eye out. By this point, Perry was 5 minutes late, and Elex fucking hated that, but was unable to really keep track of the time as his face started to burn hotter. It had been a few hours since he showered, the comforting feeling from the steam had long left him of peace and he was now only painfully aware that he was in fact, coming down with something. “SNdF…Shit,” he fumbled through his car for some tissues, or fast food napkins, anything. He couldn’t find anything but a tshirt, having cleaned his car out a couple days ago. He sighed wanting desperately to wipe his nose but it couldn’t be on this. ‘GeRMS! No! Dirty shirt! No! Dirty!’

The badger growls loudly wishing he could just slam his head into the steering wheel, but that would probably only intensify the current, pressure already building inside his skull. “Fucking A dude you look like shit,” he heard a familiar voice outside his window as Elex gripped the sides of his temples. Perry.

“I’m fine…just…a headache is all..SNDDFfF..” he snuffled loudly, trying to mask the need to wipe his nose by over compensating with an inhale. Perry opened the passenger door to the car with a chuckle already sensing his deceit, before a familiar, unwanted presence made itself known.

“I heard the familiar sound of a cold sniffle, is that an illness I hear, El?” Alistar slid into the back seat like the uninvited piece of shit he was. Leaning in between the two front seats to examine and invade Elex’s space.

“NUH UH, The fuck is he doing here?” the badger leaned back to try and create space between him and Al, narrowing his eyes already engulfed with rage.

“He’s apart of the mission, dear buddy, relaaaaax, it’s fine,” Perry waved his hand nonchalantly, slipping into the passenger seat and closing the door. “He can get us past all the guards without any energy exerted on our part!” the two demons snickered at each other in unison.

“And what the fuck does he get out of it?” the green haired man scoffed with agitation, borderline disbelief.

“Your COMPANY Els! Your company, you know, my pet is quite the rival to yours, I think we could make that work to our benefit ya know..?? “ Alistar turned his head innocently, it was as if he was trying to make himself a bit more digestible.

“You were hoping I’d help you manipulate our boyfriends?” the badger narrowed his eyes even further, his brows falling into a scowl.

“Boyfriend? The fuck? No no, demon,” Al points to himself with loose, blackened fingers. “Don’t do ‘boy friends’,” He emphasized with air quotes he’d seen done on tv “but yes, I was hoping I could persuade you into an agreement…” he smiled sweetly after his sentence, masking the deviousness behind his request.

“I’m not doing any deals with you, devil,” Elex spat turning his head to avoid eye contact, his nose tingling, itching insistently but, he wouldn’t break. Not in front of these two.

“Maybe not noooowww…but later, presumably…when it’s convenient to you, the offer is there,” wiggling his red eyebrows in a mischievous yet playful manner.

“Alright princesses are we done with our crumpets and tea? I’m admittedly a bit late, due to picking up this cheeky fuck, but we do have a deadline,” the electrician reminded them, Elex rolling his eyes and started the vehicle.

“Fine, Whatever, lets get this over with, where are we going?” he grumbled starting to drive away from the meet up spot they all congregated at, his head pounding insistently making it almost harder to focus on the road ahead.

“Just follow my directions, Els,” Perry chirped from the passenger seat, shifting in his spot as he reached for the car radio to tune the music to a volume that was just right. Right after, he promptly placed his feet up on the dash and leaned back on his hands behind his head. Elex begrudgingly complied, trying to avoid freaking out about the man’s dirty shoes on his dash, his mind churning with a mix of annoyance and the persistent discomfort of his worsening cold. Twitching, and rolling his nose in sad attempts at calming the forbidden itch he refused to scratch.

As they drove towards their destination, the tension in the car was palpable. Alistar, sitting in the back, seemed to be relishing in Elex's obvious discomfort, occasionally making snide remarks that only served to irritate the badger further. “Can he even see the road with those welling eyes?” The red eyed demon teased. Elex gritted his teeth and focused on the directions being loosely given, determined not to let Al get under his skin. Ignoring his advances and keeping his eyes set forward. Alistar feeling slightly disappointed in the lack of response. Not nearly as fun as the wolf.

After what felt like an eternity of twists and turns through unfamiliar streets, Perry finally directed Elex to pull over near a nondescript building. “This is it,” Perry announced cheerfully, unbuckling his seatbelt and turning to face Elex. “I figured we could just walk up through the front? Ya know? Since Al can just tell them we're supposed to be here,” the electrician shrugged, sparking his fingers with a grin. “And if that doesn’t work…been awhile since I’ve had a meal..” Elex rolled his eyes and patted his hands across the air.

“Alright, Alright..We,” he then paused looking the man over, up and down with furrowed brows. “Meal?” he had assumed kill them, sure, that was whatever, it’s own monster, but did this man just say meal?

“Yeah, I consume souls, duh, it’s just easier to not have to…” he yawned almost as if he was bored of having to explain this seemingly, to him, minor detail.

“I’d prefer he didn’t consume them, for personal reasons, mainly why I signed up,” Al chimed in from behind them with a raised index finger as they all started to shuffle outside of the car.

“Secrets are healthy,” the badger shook his head, pinching his aching bridge.

“Are they secrets, Elex, or are they boundaries?” Perry said thoughtfully between them, before shooting the man a wink.

“Jesus christ…” shuffling his hands in his pockets, the badger began to walk at a faster pace to try and get to the entrance ahead of them before he literally exploded in every sense and shape of the word. His nostrils flaring as he flexed them with the hopes it would cease their discomfort. It didnt.

“What’s my uncle got to do with this?” Al turned his head curiously to look over at Perry who shrugged once.

“OH my g-..You know what, lets just fucking go get this over with…” Elex grumbled still being able to hear them from behind him as they all seemingly approached in the same relative time span.

“Halt, what’s your business here?” the guard asks, stepping in direct center of the entrance way to block them out. Elex turns to the red head, assuming he will take the lead, and Alistar simply clears his throat, steps forward and closes his eyes. “Well?” The guard asks again with impatience. Once the demon’s eyes reopen, they’re completely black and he smirks.

“You’re just gonna let us in buddy, because you know deep down, we need to be here,” Perry already behind him, hovering, practically salivating on top of him, the air slowly starting to feel suffocating. Elex shuddered, stepping further away, skeeved out by the demon’s hunger. The guard, and the two others behind him, both went stiff, nodding and stepping aside for the men to enter. “Oh and I’mma…” Al plucking the badge off the man he then attached it to his own studded belt, playing with the pully mechanism cheerfully. “Need this, thanks…Heh..fun,” the three of them strolled in, and as the demons wandered more ahead, having a key, Elex found himself trailing behind.

He sighed deeply, feeling a sudden chill creep up his spine. It was a subtle sensation at first, just a slight tingle in the back of his throat, a faint shiver running down his arms. Elex shook it off, “Not now…” he grumbled, attributing it weakness. But as they delved deeper into the grandiose building, his symptoms began to intensify. A low-grade fever seemed to blanket him, causing beads of sweat to form on his forehead despite the cool air inside. His throat felt scratchy and dry with every breath he took, a harsh cough threatening to escape his lips. Elex clenched his jaw, refusing to give in to weakness in front of his companions, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his temple.

The pressure behind his eyes throbbed with a dull ache, and his limbs felt heavy, as if weights were tied to them. The corridor stretched endlessly before him, the dimly lit walls seeming to close in on him with each step he took. Perry's voice echoed in the distance “I think it’s up ahead,” at this point everything started to sound like it was under water.

“Oooh~ I havent seen this relic in person only in father’s books…” Alistar muttered excitedly, poking his elbow into the other. Perry snickered and crossed his eyes.

“I’Ve oNlY sEeN iT iN fAtHeR’s BoOkS…” the man teased, Alistar furrowing his brows and jabbing the other with a shoulder check.

“Fuck off, dick shit,” the red head rolled his ruby eyes and huffed through his nose, nudging him one last time.

“Look how easy you get ruffled, almost as easy as Elex,” Perry continued to poke and tease at his two partners in crime, the both of them flat faced as they failed to find the humor in his antics. “Oh come on, sour pusses! Take a joke, fuck,” rolling his mischievous eyes the electrician spotted a surge of power, lining up right under the relic they were sent to grab.

“Is this the thing we need to bring back to Strouse?” Elex asked slowly, as if he was fighting against a powerful storm brewing inside him. In general, everything he did was seemingly slower, walking, talking, looking between the two of them. Alistar narrowed his eyes and observed the badger’s sluggish demeanor and clocked the rising crown of sweat that shown under the lights, and under the cracks in El’s green bangs. He grinned, though, Elex was mostly looking at Perry now, the demon was excited, he knew there was no way this dude could escape the explosion.

“Yup! I’ll disengage the security system for the plate its sitting on so you can just grab it, It’s going to be super bright in here for a moment, just a heads up,” a loose chuckle left his lips as he raised his hands and angled them in the direction of the relic’s plate.

A surge of power crackled through Perry's fingertips, his eyes glowing with an electric intensity as he channeled the current towards the security system. With a swift movement of his hands and a bolt of lightning, the system shut down abruptly, causing the room to be enveloped in a blindingly bright light that seemed to sear through Elex's very core.

Elex's vision swam in a sea of white, his whole body trembling as if struck by the bolt himself. The intense brightness was unbearable, each ray stabbing into his eyes like hot needles. His skin prickled with a surge of discomfort, every nerve ending on fire with overwhelming sensation. A strangled cry escaped his lips as he staggered backward, his body convulsing with the uncontrollable urges he’d be suppressing finally ripping through him. He sneezed and it came flying out of him with speckles of spit misting about in front of him. “H’UHhTSCHhiew! hh’ieXSHHH!”

Meanwhile, Alistar watched the spectacle unfold with a mixture of twisted joy and dark lust gleaming in his eyes. The sight of Elex writhing in agony under the assault of Perry’s simple display, had folded the badger quicker than a broken lawn chair. He let out a loud, sinister laugh. “Fuck yeah!” he cheered, stepping closer to hopefully be casualty to the onslaught of spittle that was flying outward.

"Turn around, you fucking pervert!" Elex's voice erupted amidst his sneezes and shivers, the words laced with a mix of fury and discomfort. His body continued to quake as he struggled to regain control, his chest heaving with each labored breath. “Hh’UMFShhiew! h’UShh’iew! etUSCHO!” they just kept coming, assaulting his means of seeming intimidating. The chills that wracked him began to penetrate deep into his bones, sending waves of icy agony through his veins. Alistar, remained steadfast in his position, his gaze fixed on Elex with a twisted grin playing on his lips.

The relentless brightness of the room only served to intensify Elex's misery, he couldn’t be bothered to fight off the red haired perv when every nerve in his body was screaming in protest. He felt utterly exposed, not just physically but also emotionally, as if Alistar's watchful eyes were stripping away the very layers of his ego. Perry, unfazed by the unfolding chaos, moved with practiced ease to secure the relic they had come for since El was a bit busy. His movements fluid and precise against the backdrop of Elex's suffering. “I swear to god Al…if you do- if you don-…” Al raised a red, entertained brow, a shit eating grin stuck on his face while the badger could hardly rip the sentence from his own mouth without an onslaught. “hdt’USSSCHHHIEWW! h’UTSChhiew!”

Alistar leaned in closer to Elex, his breath hot against the badger's ear as he continued to revel in the chaos that was caused. "Having a bit of a rough time there, aren't you, Elex?" he taunted, his voice dripping with malice and amusement. Elex's fists clenched at his sides, the urge to punch the demon in the face growing stronger with each passing moment. But before he could act on his impulses, a sudden clearing of the throat broke through the tension-filled air.

Perry stood there, the relic safely in his hands, his expression neutral yet commanding. His gaze shifted from Alistar to Elex, a silent reminder of their mission and the importance of focusing on the task at hand. “Ladies, are we quite done bickering?” he clicked his tongue like a disappointed mother. The blinding light began to dim, gradually easing the intensity of Elex's discomfort as the security system powered down completely.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Elex shot one last glare at Alistar before turning back to the electrician. “Leds jud go so I can go do bed, SnDdf…h'Ushh'iew!” Covering his mouth with the crook of his elbow this time to not give a certain someone any more of a free show. Al pouted and rolled his eyes.

Elex felt a wave of frustration and humiliation wash over him as he stumbled forward, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his sneezing fit. Alistar's mocking laughter echoed in his ears, taunting him with every step he took. ‘Smug fucking bastard…’ he cursed internally, despite the beating drums inside his head, and his entire body threatening to shut down, he followed behind the two demons toward the way they came in.

As they made their way back to the car, Elex's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He couldn't shake off the feeling of being vulnerable in front of these near-strangers, his sickness exposing a side of himself he preferred to keep hidden. Alistar's depraved presence felt like a constant weight on his shoulders, a reminder of his own powerlessness in the face of the demon's relentless teasing.

“Man, you make the cutest little scrunched up faces when your popping your lid, you know that Els?” The red head prodded at the other, the badger’s face getting increasingly redder as it continued. “The way your spit just came FLYING out at me? Cinematic,”

“Yeah it really was a shock to see how much came out of you when those lights were set off,” the two of them laughed in unison. Elex's cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and rage at the demons' mocking words. Simply too worn to just start wailing on them. He gritted his teeth, refusing to give them the satisfaction of a verbal reaction. The sun was starting to go down, and the soft hue of the setting orb cast down on their bodies as they shuffled by, the guards unphased.

Once inside the vehicle, Elex slumped into the driver’s seat staring blankly out the windshield ahead, feeling drained both physically and emotionally. The demons continued their banter, their voices fading into a distant buzz as exhaustion pulled at Elex's eyelids. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the memories of his horrible experience, but they haunted him like relentless ghosts that tickled his ear drums, buzzing around him like an obnoxious fly that just wouldnt die.

“No but in all seriousness Sneezy Mgee, you good to drive?” Perry asked him, leaning in, snuffling his nose almost in a cocky manner, this still seemed too much like humiliation to keep taking it like this.

“Yeah, asshole, I’m fine,” Elex shoved the other by placing his palm on the demon’s forehead and shoveling him back a few inches, forceful, clearly a stick up his ass. Elex's senses were heightened as he sat back in the driver's seat, trying to shake off the remnants of embarrassment that clung to him like a heavy cloak. The warmth of the leather against his back felt comforting yet suffocating at the same time, mirroring the conflict swirling inside him. Perry's doubt hung in the air like a thick fog, challenging Elex's pride and stirring a fire within him.

“Alright, alright, shit, someone’s in a mood,” lifting his hands defensively before getting comfortable in his seat again.

As he gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning colors with the pressure, Elex could feel his control slipping away like grains of sand through his fingers. His jaw clenched with a newfound resolve, a fierce glint in his dual colored eyes that even surprised himself. "I'm more than okay to drive," he declared, his voice steady and unwavering.

Perry raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh really? Well, prove it then," he challenged, crossing his arms in anticipation of Elex's response.

Without hesitation, Elex started the vehicle and began driving at a speed that was almost concerning. “Alriiiiiiiight! That’s what Im talking about! Lets get fucking wreckless!” Alistar cheered throwing his fists up and shaking the shoulders of each car seat ahead of him.

Elex's foot pressed harder on the accelerator, the engine roaring with power as the landscape outside blurred into streaks of color. The wind whipped through the open windows, tousling their hair and filling the car with an exhilarating sense of freedom. Perry whooped with excitement, his laughter mingling with the rush of air, but with wind came dust, with dust came, problems. Elex could feel it welling up in his eyes, tears forming and his nose burning with a need to release. He sniffled once, twice, and tried his best to hold it back. If he sneezed, he would close his eyes, and he couldnt afford that whilst driving 90 mph.

Alistar clung to the back of Elex's seat, his eyes glinting with mischief as he goaded Elex on. "Faster, faster, let's see what this baby can really do!" His voice rose above the chaos of the wind and engine, egging Elex to push the limits.

El's heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of fear and adrenaline surging through his veins, but the pressure, the sheer build up happening behind his sinuses was proving to only get worst the faster he drove. Perry turned over to look at the badger and started to notice the clench of the other’s jaw and the tears falling loosely down the sides of his squinted eyes that Elex was in a losing battle with his illness. “Dont you fuckin sneeze, youll kill us all, dont fuckin sneeze,” he said almost seriously, pointing his index finger at him accusingly, but there was a smirk spread across his lips. He was winning.

Elex's knuckles turned white as he gripped the wheel with his full capacity strength, a shock it didnt rip the thing clean off, the internal battle raging within him reaching a crescendo. The wind whipped past them, carrying with it those same allergens that continued to irritate his senses. His breaths came in short, shallow gasps as he fought against the inevitable urge to sneeze, his eyes now watering so badly, he could hardly make out the road anymore anyway.

Alistar cackled with a devious almost unrecognizable sound, his eyes dancing with mischief as he sensed Elex's struggle. "Come on, Elex, let it out! Show us what you're made of!" he taunted, his voice barely audible over the roar of the wind and engine.

“Nahhh, he’s gotta hold it back til we get to the spot, don’t fuck this up now, bro,” snickering mischievously which only caused the badger’s blood to boil, but Elex was at his limit, the battle within him reaching its breaking point. With a final, valiant effort to hold it back, a sudden jolt from a rough patch in the road sent Elex over the edge. His body convulsed involuntarily as he let out a thunderous sneeze that shook the car, causing Alistar and Perry to yelp in surprise. “HH’IEXSHIEW! EHH’tSHIEW!” they flew out of him, his hands involuntarily swerving the vehicle back and forth, a spray of spit hitting the windshield and blocking his line of sight. “Fu-..etUSHCHHOO!” the two demons grabbed onto the handles above them, bracing themselves for possible impact as the badger tried to regain his control in between his fit. “Hh’uhSSCHHHIIIIEWW!" h’USHhi’iew!”

The world seemed to slow down as Elex's eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down his cheeks as the force of the sneeze overwhelmed him. In that split second of vulnerability, the car swerved off course now, tires screeching as they struggled for traction on the bumpy road. Perry's laughter turned into a heinous cackle, even at this point now, Alistar wasn’t even having fun. What the fuck was wrong with this guy?

Eventually after seconds of chaos, which felt like hours, settled and the badger opened his eyes quickly to regain control of the car, his nose and eyes leaking profusely. The car skidded to a stop on the side of the road, kicking up a cloud of dust in its wake. Elex sat there, panting heavily, his hands still gripping the wheel tightly as he tried to catch his breath. Alistar for once, actually stunned silent, unable to even enjoy what just happened with the slight fear of being shipped back to hell. The red head patted his body with his palms to make sure he was in fact, still alive. “Phew…That was fuckin close,” he chuckled a bit nervously looking over at his friend, the instigator of the almost tragic incident.

Elex wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion wash over him. He turned to look at the demon, his expression a mix of defiance and irritation. "Are you satisfied now?" he asked hoarsely, his voice tinged with both anger and resignation.

Perry’s grin spread almost so widely across his face youd swore it wrapped around his entire head. “That was fucking HILARIOUS,” he broke into a psychotic laugh that had both the other two men quickly exchange glances. “Oh man, you should have seen the panic on your fuckin’ faces…Oh shit…that’s fucking classic,”

“You know what dick for brains, I don’t even give a flying fuck about the pay out anymore, keep it, get out of my fucking car,” the green haired man finally having enough hissed while unlocking the door and reaching over Perry to push it open and promptly began shoveling him out.

“Hey hey hey now!” Perry protested, fighting against the other’s actions as he gripped the handle above him. “Now that’s hardly fair, you basically didn’t have to do shit for this mission besides come with, drive and put up with us for a bit, dont you wanna come claim your prize at least? You can’t end it like this now Els…” using that snake like tone of his that got most people to fall for his conniving bullshit.

“No, get, the fuck…OUT, you have five seconds or I’m gonna start swingin’,” it was a bluff of course, not that Elex couldn’t handle a fight between the two of them, though admittedly it wouldnt go well against the electrician, he wasn’t scared to use physical violence. It was simply the sheer weight of his illness already on his shoulders making it impossible to find any strength in his core.

“Come on now Els…don’t be like that,” Perry pouted, shooting a quick glance in the red head’s direction he was silently asking for him to join in on the convincing part of this strategy. Alistar watched the scene unfold with a mixture of amusement and apprehension. He knew that Elex was not one to be trifled with, especially when he was already on the edge. Yet, Perry undeterred still looked to Al, a confident smirk playing on his lips as he tried to negotiate his way back into the car.

"Look, Elex, we had some fun, right? A little sneeze never hurt anyone," Alistar coaxed, inching closer in between the seats as if testing Elex's resolve.

"Besides, you know you want your cut of the job. We make a good team,” Perry cut in with a cheeky wink of his multi-colored eye.

Elex narrowed his eyes at the demon, his expression unreadable as he weighed his options. After a moment of tense silence, he let out a heavy sigh and relented, he HAD already made it this fair, thusly allowing Perry to settle back into the car. But his gaze held a warning that the electric wielder could not mistake.

"Fine," Elex muttered through gritted teeth, his hands returning to start the car back up and get back on the road. They drove in pure silence, minus the off sniffle or four from the badger as his fever began to run higher and his body throbbed with the need to be in bed. His brain screamed at him, every surface unclean, every breath was poison and fighting between the two was exhausting him past his limits.

Eventually, they pulled up to the drop off spot, and Elex screeched the car to a stop, deadpanning over to Perry as he spoke slow enough to not cause his throbbing head to ache anymore but steady enough to be understood. “Go in, drop it off, pick up the money, bring me my half, then uber the fuck home, got it?”

“Oooo so spicy, yeah yeah,” The electrician chuckled through his nose before stepping out of the vehicle, Alistar falling close behind.

“Think of me when you sneeze tonight, handsome,” the demon winked back at the green haired man. “And dont forget to hit my line if you wanna link up for that thing I mentioned earlier,” there was a curious sparkle behind the red head’s eyes, and it peaked Elex’s curiosity yet at the same time, annoyed him to no end.

“Ooooooouuuuut!” he shouted at the two of them who snickered in return as they saw themselves out and toward the entrance of the building. As the car door closed with a heavy thud, Elex was left alone in the vehicle. The silence enveloped him like a thick fog, amplifying the ache in his body and the persistent whispers in his mind. The voices seemed to grow louder, more insistent, “DIRTY….CONSUMED WITH GERMS…UNCLEAN! MUST WASH!”

His hands gripped his own thighs as he tried to get a grip on reality, his skin underneath sure to have bruises from the pressure. His breath came in short, ragged gasps as the panic began to set in. Images of germs crawling all over his skin flashed before his eyes, sending shivers down his spine. He could almost feel them, invisible yet suffocatingly real.

In a moment of desperation, Elex fumbled for his phone and dialed Sven's number. The line rang once, twice, before finally connecting.

"Sven," Elex's voice was hoarse, filled with a mix of fear and urgency. "I need you to come get me…please…” he couldnt explain further, he didnt want to break down in a fit of tears incase the other two men came back in the midst of it.

“Im on my way,” without any more words needing to be exchanged, the two hung up and Elex pushed his head back against the seat to try and center himself but the more he did, the louder his thoughts got and he couldnt remember the last time it was this bad.

Elex honestly also couldn't remember the last time he had felt this weak, sick, and anxious. The air conditioning felt like ice against his flushed skin, his pulse pounded in his ears like a drum, and his thoughts were racing. He could hear the soft sound of his own breaths, heavy and ragged with the effort of each inhale a few light stutters now and again to avoid another fit. With sweat pouring down his body, he wiped his brow with a trembling hand, praying Sven would arrive quickly.

As the car shook with every vibration of an approaching vehicle, Elex gripped the phone, trying to hold onto his sanity. In the distance, he could hear the faint hum of the two demons chattering as they approached the vehicle and the badger gained enough strength to roll down the passenger window, and lock the doors for extra precaution. Perry approached and tossed the large bundle of cash in the seat. “Here ya are bud,”

“Thanks,” Elex began to slowly roll the window back up before Perry stopped it with his hand.

“Wait seriously, no ride back?” the dragon looked a tad hurt by this, thinking surely the success of the mission would cheer the sickly badger up.

“No, my boyfriend’s coming to drive the car back, I feel like dog shit…walk, uber, fly, I dont give two flying fucks in the sky what you do, but Im not doing it,” choosing to continue rolling up the window despite Perry’s hand now, making the demon choose between crushing his own hand or giving up, he slid his fingers out of the way causing Elex to smirk a bit. The purple and green haired man scoffed, rolled his multi colored eyes, turned around and said something muffled to the red head behind him. The badger didnt care, he did what he needed to do, got the mark, got the money, now he just wanted Sven.

Gathering all his remaining strength, Elex dialed Sven's number once more. "Sven, it's me. Hurry," he whispered hoarsely, the desperation in his voice barely audible. With each passing minute, Elex's condition worsened. He snuffled, a wet and full sound that echoed the silent car. He groaned, but it was cut by a stuttering breath, he couldn’t resist it, his nose scrunched and his eye lids squeezed together. Without a passing moment the badger sneezed again, into the palms of his hands. “hdt’USSCHHIEWW!!! H'uSSHhhiew!” The vehicle shook on its suspension as the explosion racked the badger’s whole body. Particles of spit painting the flesh of his hands.

Elex groaned, letting his head fall back as he tried to collect himself. He sniffled, loudly, trying desperately hard to clear his full, swollen and reddened nose. “Why meeee?” He rolled his eyes back, just trying to center his breathing. The car trembled as he sat there, his heart pounding in his chest and his lungs straining for every breath. Sweat dripped down his face, stinging his eyes as he wiped them away. His head pounding like war drums while he focused his vision down at his hands. Trying to just stay present in the moment but once he looked down at his skin all he could see were the germs. Everywhere. The wet spots began to shift and transform. Crawling over his flesh and seeping into his pores. “Fuckin..STOP!” smacking his hands around, itching his arms now his whole body proceeded to tremble with the heebie jeebies. “UNCLEAN UNCLEAN UNCLEAN UNCLEAN,” the involuntary voices in his head began to chant, loudly, unescapable.

Finally, the distant rumble of an approaching vehicle grew louder, despite the slight relief it brought the badger, he still had to clap his hands over his ears. Trying what he could to find a semblance of rest from the torment. Sven. As soon as the engine cut off, he stumbled out of the car and made his way towards the driver's side window, taping the glass to get Elex’s attention.

"Elex?" Sven's voice was filled with concern as he saw the state his boyfriend was in. "What's wrong? What happened?” the badger slowly removed a hand from his head long enough to open the car door and rush out of the vehicle, wrapping his arms tightly around Sven’s torso and burying his face in his teal and orange locks, smelling deeply to receive a semblance of comfort. Sven immediately returned the embrace, holding tightly to his lover as his brows turned down in heavy concern. “Els?”

“Im sick…SNDdFf..and it’s…it’s bad..inside…” he couldnt make sense of any sentence he tried to form but he did his best between fighting the loudness inside his skull and seeking comfort in the body wrapped around him, silent tears starting to slip down his scarred cheeks. The cat began to run his fingers gently through the badger’s slightly dampened locks.

“Shhh…it’s okay, I’ll get us home,” Sven guided Elex to the passenger seat and helped him buckle up before rushing around to the driver's side. As they sped away from the scene, Elex kept his eyes closed, trying to block out the overwhelming sensations assaulting him. Sven drove with a sense of urgency, glancing over at Elex every few moments with worry etched into his features. He reached his hand out to lace his fingers between that of the other’s shaking ones.

Once they arrived home, Sven gently led Elex inside and settled him on the couch, fetching a cool washcloth and a glass of water. Elex clutched the washcloth to his forehead, his breathing slowly starting to even out as Sven sat beside him, offering a comforting presence, rubbing his back gently with the flattened palm of his hand.

"It's going to be okay, El," Sven murmured, his voice a soothing balm to Elex's frayed nerves. "Just focus on your breathing, in and out. I'm here with you, you’re okay, nothing is going to happen to you, okay?” slowly the voices began to soften, and started to be drowned out by that of the cat’s gentle one. The badger was finally beginning to feel the ease of his anxiety melt away, he took a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth and finally opened his tear filled eyes to look over at his boyfriend.

“Thank you…” he spoke barely above a whisper. Sven smiled softly at Elex’s downtrodden face, his eyes filled with compassion and relief.

"I'll always be here for you, no matter what. You're safe with me," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Elex's clammy forehead. The badger leaned into the touch, feeling the warmth and comfort that only Sven could bring him in those moments of overwhelming anxiety. He knew he was lucky to have someone so patient yet strong by his side, despite what a pain in the ass he could be as a person. He was grateful he had someone who understood his struggles and stood by him despite his egregious attitude.

As the night wore on, Sven stayed close to Elex, never once leaving his side. Showering him, getting him in bed, bringing him meds, soup, water the whole nine. There wasnt a care taking task left unmarked as the cat waited on his lover hand and foot while the badger lay practically comatose and leaking from his nose. Sven sat by the sickly man on the other side of the bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over the room. The night had deepened, and a hush had settled over the house. Elex's breathing had steadied, his fever breaking as his body finally succumbed to much-needed rest. Sven watched over him with a tenderness until he too could no longer fight the sleep that over took him, his arms wrapping around the other protectively.

The End

Authors Notes: I’m sorry there’s no smut 🫣 Don’t shoot! 🫣 but it was still fun, funny, sneezy and fluffy. 🥰🫶🏻 hope you guys enjoyed! I love feedback as well! Thanks for putting up with the dry spells til I get the chance to feed you all. 😂

[ohnococo]

Magpie | CHAPTER 4 | Toji Fushiguro x F!Reader

Summary: Having Toji back in your life is... complicated.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Finger Sucking, Fingering, Teasing, Vaginal Sex, Crying, Creampie, Confessions

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Sitting at the very back of your closet was something you’d almost forgotten you had, newly exposed since all of the other clothes in there had been worn, torn off, and thrown on top of your overstuffed hamper. It was squirrelled away long ago, when you’d packed all of Toji’s clothes up and thrown them in a box outside of your apartment. You remember hoping that they would all get rained on before he could be bothered to pick them up. Maybe even get ripped apart by some wildlife so he’d have to see all of his things as ruined as you’d felt when he broke up with you. Alas, he’d picked them up that same night while you were sleeping.

It only made it hurt more that he could show up when he wanted to if it was to pick up all of his clothes. All of his clothes except the one shirt you’d kept for yourself. ‘It’s comfy,’ you’d told yourself, ‘it’s good to have an old shirt for cleaning anyway.’

You didn’t wear it while cleaning, though. Or for working out, or hauling in furniture, or dying your hair. In fact you didn’t wear it at all, not until it didn’t smell like him anymore. After that you put it on once, stared at yourself in the mirror, and felt ashamed of all the times you’d held it in bed, smelling it, thinking of him. Then you threw it in the bottom of your hamper and tried not to think about how pathetic you’d felt for missing a man who had barely been there in the first place. Eventually it made its way in the wash, then into your closet to get shoved back again and again until it took up permanent residence there.

Until it was the last of your non-work attire clean, and it was making you start to realise just how little you’d done the last few weeks since Toji had been back. Your hampers were overflowing, your fridge had long been cleared out, your vacation days were dwindling, and the empty takeout containers had only been brought out in a rush when you heard the trash getting collected down the road. You weren’t going to get your shit together enough to tidy things properly though, and you weren’t going to be laying around in work clothes, so you put on the shirt.

“I wondered where that went.”

Startled, you quickly turn to face Toji, feeling like you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t. It didn’t help that you weren’t used to having him in your home anymore, having him be nowhere then everywhere at the blink of an eye. You’d gotten used to the “nowhere” part.

He places his hands on your waist, gripping at the fabric as he gives you a heavy-lidded smile, “Give it back.”

You meet him where he’s at, thankful he wasn’t properly questioning the sentimentality of it all, and grab at his wrists, knowing his next move is to pull it off of you, “No.”

The glint in his eyes matches yours as he pulls you into his chest by the shirt. “You’re a little thief then, huh?”

A thief? As if you weren’t owed at least a plain black shirt or your troubles? You settle your thoughts down, reminding yourself to take it for the lighthearted comment it surely was.

“It’s in my apartment, so it’s mine.” Tugging at his wrists does nothing against his strength, not that you thought it would, but you make an attempt anyway - stomach doing flips at how amused he was by your antics.

With his teeth bared in a hungry grin, Toji spins you round. He pulls you close so your back is pressed against his chest and your delighted squeal at the dizzying speed of his movements has him squeezing you even tighter for a moment. He slides his hand down your stomach, just letting his fingertips brush the waist of your panties and hums happily at the little shiver of excitement that runs through you.

It pleased him to no end how much you loved being thrown around by him and left him with no choice but to handle you with strength measured enough to excite but not hurt, unless you needed it. “You want me to make you give it back and make you admit you stole it in the first place?”

“That sounds like too much hard work for you.” The distraction of his hands on your body leaves you unsure of which part of Toji you’re trying to entice, nor how sharp your tone is coming across. The way he grinds against your ass leaves you unsure if you care. “And you’ve never really been a fan of putting in the effort.”

He laughs at your challenge, lifting you easily and carrying you away from your closet and to your bed. You squeal again as he tosses you onto the centre of it and he’s on you in a second, blocking out the light above with his large body, placing a hand above your head on the mattress to prop himself up as he looks down at you.

“So it’s your shirt, huh?” He grabs at the loose fabric your shoulders were unable to fill out the way his could. “Doesn’t fit you very well.”

“I don’t like it too tight.”

“Well I do.”

It wasn’t meant to be that kind of bait, but Toji could be a little corny when he felt like it. You both laugh at the same time, and your head spins just like it does every time he softens enough to look so genuinely warm. You almost felt like it was only for you, and almost regret being so snarky with him sometimes too.

Toji always senses when you’re being bogged down by your thoughts, and uses that opportunity to grab at the shirt, pulling it up and off of you, leaving you lying there beneath him in only your underwear.

“How did you get this shirt of yours then?”

“An old fling.” There was definitely some bite behind that statement, even if it was meant as a joke.

“A fling?” You swear he looks hurt for a second, but the way his eyes narrow as he tuts derisively has you second guessing yourself.

Still, there’s a barely perceptible shift in the air. He looks down at you a little apprehensively, and the pit in your stomach has you doubting if that was the reaction you were going for.

“He didn’t need it anymore.” You don’t realize how quietly you’re speaking until the words are already out.

He tosses the shirt onto the floor, leaning down over you so his face is inches from yours. “And you did?”

“Finders keepers, and all that.”

“Hm,” he starts peppering kisses along your jaw and towards your neck, stopping only to speak, “sounds like a fancy way of saying you stole it.”

His hot breath tickles at the trail of wetness his kisses left behind and has you arching up into him as he slides his thigh between your legs, holding firm against your warmth. You feel his lips curl into a smile when you rock your hips against him and he gives you a soft bite where your neck meets your shoulder. “Nothing to say to that, huh?”

Toji takes your parting lips as an invitation rather than an attempt to speak, running his fingertips over your lips. You want to respond, but give in to the sudden need to have his fingers in your mouth, opening wider so he can slide them in and over your tongue. You close your lips around them and suck lightly, looking at his eyes even as he stares at your mouth. The way his jaw tenses as you suck hard enough to have his thick knuckles catching between your lips has your mind clouded with thoughts of using your mouth elsewhere, but you decide to focus on the task at hand and lean up enough to take his fingers deeper into your mouth. He presses down at the back of your tongue as you suck until you’re near gagging, before pulling back to thrust them in and out of your mouth slowly.

“Cause you know it’s bullshit.” He pulls his fingers out with a wet pop, string of saliva breaking when he brings them down between your legs, beneath your panties, and slides through your wetness. You allow your mind to go blank for a few moments, to try and replace the pit in your stomach with the fluttering butterflies his fingers were so adept at conjuring. Toji shifts to lie next to you to better touch you and his fingers move everywhere except where you want them most, but you don’t feel the need to complain just yet as you angle yourself into his touch. He brushes over your entrance a few times as you try to help him slide in with the movement of your hips, and he allows you to help him dip his fingers in ever so slightly before pulling them right back out to rub your own wetness around in your folds.

Incomplete thoughts form in your mind, none inspiring enough for you to dwell on, much less speak out loud while he’s teasing at you. All hope of continuing the line of questioning that brought you here is lost once his fingers finally begin rubbing circles around your clit and your only contribution is a string of soft sighs. You know in the back of your mind the subject couldn’t possibly be dropped, even with the shaky pretense of being unserious, but the growing heat in your stomach now feels like the more pressing matter.

You turn your head, capturing Toji’s lips to help along the work of his hands, and he indulges you for a moment. His kisses match your growing desperation until he pulls away, removing his hand from your panties as he does.

He cups your pussy over the thin fabric, rubbing at it with the palm of his hand as you clamp your thighs together to keep him there. He dips his head low next to your ear, making sure his words are heard, “It’s mine, right?”

You swallow hard, your mind always racing at the prospect of another orgasm at his behest. He watches you, sees your wheels turning, not knowing if you’re opening your mouth to speak or to sigh, until he decides this isn’t getting him quite what he wants from you. He pulls his hand away abruptly, sitting up and moving back in between your legs to pull your panties off. He spreads you wide, biting his lip as you shiver under his gaze.

“Where’s that smart mouth now? Can’t even answer a yes or no question.”

He laughs, then laughs again as the sound has you swallowing hard. All the tough talk and ambiguity in the world won’t make you less needy in his grasp and you know all too well that he lives for that. You wait for his next retort as he throws the last scrap of your clothing off the bed and on top of the shirt in question, then tops it with the last bit of his own clothes as he settles himself between your thighs, tapping his cock against you almost absentmindedly as he takes you in beneath him.

“Do you want it? You can answer that, right?”

“Yes.” Your enthusiasm borders on begging, and the quirk of his brows lets you know how much he loves to hear it.

“I know you do.” He leans over you, one hand propping himself up, the other at the base of his heavy cock to swirl the thick head through your wetness.

Your eyes lock onto where the two of you meet for a moment as his thumb at the base angles him just so to begin sliding into you. He’s only just begun his slow push when he stops and you snap your eyes up to meet his, knowing how much he wants to see your every expression when he fills you up.

Over the last few weeks he’s fucked you often enough and hard enough that you’re sure you must be molded to fit him perfectly, but still there’s that initial stretch to accommodate him. You know from prior experience with him that it will always be there, and the same goes for the way him pulling out drags against every inch of you and leaves you reeling from just the first stroke. It sets your body on fire every time, and everything seems to move fast and slow all at once until you find yourself filled to the brim with his cock and whining as though he’d taken a lifetime to slide so deep.

He settles himself fully, opting to rock against you rather than thrust, groaning at the sounds you make with his every move. The way he stirs you up like this holds you in a limbo of ecstasy, floating you ever closer to your end but never quite reaching it as your whole body pulses with electricity.

Your hands clenching at his muscled back and the squelching between you is all the sign he needs to start fucking you with near full force, hips pumping so hard it’s a wonder you’re rarely bruised and swollen from his strength. His balls are heavy as they slap against your ass and each time he bottoms out he rolls his hips. He does exactly what he always does when he wants you desperate and fuck-drunk and ready to say anything on the tip of his cock and as your clenching hands turn to scratching claws he presses himself impossibly deep inside you and halts all movement.

He speaks low and gravelly in your ear as you squirm and whine in protest, caught on the precipice of your undoing. “It’s mine, right?”

You laugh, voice hoarse from all the noises you hadn’t realized you were making, eyes wet from tears you didn’t know were threatening to spill from the intensity of everything. Toji has you trapped at both the edge of orgasm and delirium, forcibly reminding you of the not so little game you two were playing, and you have no choice but to give in before your mind collapses with need. “Fine, I took it!” You relent, squirming, moaning, begging as you do. “It’s yours.”

“Mmhmm.” He slides his arms beneath you, holding you against him as he gives you the deep, hard thrusts you need. “You’re mine too, right?”

You clench around him, pit of unease building in your stomach once more and throw your arm over your face, unsure of what you were trying to hide but doing it nonetheless. He pushes your arm away, pinning it above your head so he can see all of you.

“Kept it ‘cause you missed me, right?”

It’s too much, but Toji always is so you close your eyes, letting the feel of his cock stirring you up inside dull the sensation of pins and needles such an admission sends up your spine. An especially hard thrust serves to insist that you respond in some way, so you nod, hoping that’s enough.

Toji’s appetite rarely has enough, and he rolls his hips with each thrust, wanting the bliss at the end of his cock to leave you laid as bare as you can get for him now. “Say it.”

“I missed you.” Your face feels tight and tears begin welling up behind your closed lids, but you tell yourself that maybe it’s because you need to cum before you have a fucking meltdown.

“And you’re mine too right?”

There’s no stopping it now, and you know very well the shaky cry that comes out can’t be disguised as a moan, even while the heat between you spreads til your toes are curling from the stretch and drag of the thickness inside you. “I’m yours.”

The reverent breath he lets out comes in time with his cock throbbing inside of you, turning to a soft groan when he suddenly stills his hips again, observing in silence as a tear finally escapes and rolls down your face. He releases your arm to pull you close, so every inch of you is pressed against each other as he kisses at your face, pulling back to taste the saltiness on his lips, before licking your face outright.

His cock hasn’t stopped throbbing, even though he’s still and silent for what feels like ages, now leaving wet kisses along your jaw, down your neck, and breathing you in deep.

Then, “I’m yours too. Always have been.”

You don’t have time to process it before he’s fucking you hard and fast again, so hard you can’t do anything but cry out, limbs unsure of what to do but cling to him as tight as you can while he fucks you through your breaking point. Your thighs shake and you claw at his back as he groans in your ear, every little noise you let loose making it that much harder to make sure you’re cumming beneath him before he finishes at the sight, smell, sound, and feel of you. The heat inside of you has built until you’re entirely unaware of what you’re doing or the noises you’re making, but whatever it is has Toji digging deep to prolong the feeling ripping through you for what feels like ages. Just as the pleasure ebbs and begins to turn to discomfort Toji is cumming right behind you, panting, moaning, holding you tight as he buries himself deep and fills you, fucking his cum into you until you’re both bordering on overstimulation.

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Some time later, you wonder for what must be the hundredth time how long Toji had stuck around. You weren’t sure and you certainly weren’t thinking in big pictures now, you were just soaking up the moment before it was gone. Before he was gone.

You’d called maintenance to come and fix your air conditioner god knows how many times now, and they’d come god knows how many times now. Sometimes Toji threw clothes on to let them in, sometimes you were too busy in bed (or recovering from being in bed) to answer. Who knew how long it would take to get them back in to fix it now. Toji tells you that you should just move, that this place was falling apart and needed to just be left behind. Where the money for such a thing would come from, he did not say.

It definitely wasn’t coming from your job, if you still had it after how often you’d been calling in lately. You’d dodged one “quick chat” with your manager too many on the few days you had shown up, then you’d dodged even more calls on the days you hadn’t. It was becoming a habit of yours to bury this building anxiety of everything falling apart, but eventually you’d have to face it. For now Toji is still bigger and stronger than that ball of dread growing in your stomach, waking up just in time to catch you before you start thinking too much.

“Go back to sleep.”

You don’t jump at his voice anymore, even when he somehow knows you’re awake at 5 am, despite you lying with your back to him. You expect him to be there when you wake up now, you’ve put everything else aside to make sure of it.

His arms wrap you up and pull you close as he tucks his knees behind yours and buries his face in your hair. You feel his dick twitch as he breathes your scent in deep and you start to roll onto your back, opening your legs to give him quiet permission to push all thoughts that aren’t of him from your mind. Instead, Toji tightens his arms around you, giving you a gentle bite then kiss on your shoulder.

“Too early, go back to sleep.”

“I’ve got to get up for work in an hour anyway.”

His grip on you loosens momentarily before he responds with a flat, “hm.”

You listen, to the birds outside signalling the rising sun, to the fan in your room oscillating slowly enough to leave your head hot just as your feet finally cool, to Toji’s deafening silence as you realise you’re waiting for further instruction. It’s like this long enough that it seems as though he’s fallen back asleep.

Then, “Stay home.”

That’s that then.

[blossom-works]

Home for My Heart: Forever Means Forever

The divorce rate in the world has gone up in the last half century. People have forgotten what marriage is. What marriage means. Thankfully, some people have pre-marital counseling or even their own spiritual beliefs. In Kylian Mbappe’s case, he has you. 

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A blaring alarm wakes you up from your slumber. Not that it mattered though. You have not been able to get a consecutive amount of sleep from all the excitement and anxiety. The same cannot be said for your partner though. You swear. The man will never wake up from an alarm no matter how loud and obnoxious it is. Truth is, when you moved in the Kylian, you became his alarm clock. You have no idea how he would get himself up for training before you came along. 

Hoping out of bed, you turn off the alarm and with your pillow, you slap it across Kylian’s face.

“Wake! Up!” You repeat several times. The groggy man manages to snatch the pillow from your grasps and you with it. Kylian tucks you under him, his weight crushing you. 

“You’re too loud. The ceremony doesn’t start till two...retourne te coucher.” Kylian mumbles. From all of the festivities and your busy schedule for the past three days, you cannot fault Kylian for his tiredness. Still, you do not have time to spare. Go back to bed.

Pushing him off you, you say “Nuh-uh. Just because the ceremony doesn’t start till two, doesn’t mean we can just let time pass.” You rip the comforter off of him. “Now, get your ass up and get ready for the day. Breakfast is in thirty minutes. We have until nine to eat.”

Your little feet scramble to the en suit bathroom. While you are brushing your teeth, you adjust the faucet to make sure the water is lukewarm. When you are satisfied with your newly, minty breath, you reach to your left to start your skincare. Cleanser. Toner. Serum. Eye cream. Moisturizer. SPF. 

Doing what the Korean women do, you make sure to pat the products in. You are not sure if it makes all the difference, but there is no harm in doing so. When you look at Kylian, he reminds you of when you kept bugging him to do something about his face. The man is an incredible footballer with more money than he knows what to do with, but he never took care of his face. 

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“I don’t get it!” You toss your phone on the couch in frustration. 

Kylian looks at you in concern. “Don’t get what, cherie?”

Pointing directly at him with all seriousness, you declare, “Your face!”

“My face...?”

“Yes!” You say exasperatingly. “You’ve been surrounded by models and women in general, yet none of them have taught you how to properly care for your face!”

Kylian scoffs in amusement and slight offense. What the hell is so wrong with his face? He has dated models and singers before. He even managed to pull you by his side, so there cannot be anything wrong with his face. 

“What do you want me to do about it then?”

“I want you to take care of it.” You pointedly tell him. “You take care of your body so why not your face?”

“But I moisturize it every day. Isn’t that enough?”

You look up to the ceiling in disbelief. “No, babe. With all the sweat your face has collected over the years, I’m surprised it isn’t covered in pimples. You have to wash all that off and then ensure its pH balance. Then you have to spot treat if needed, serums, and then moisturize. - No! Lotion doesn’t count!” Kylian laughs. 

“Actual moisturizer that’s formulated for the face. And you can’t forget about the SPF during the day.” You say in a “matter of fact” manner. 

Seeing how serious you are talking, Kylian knows you are not joking. “Does this really mean that much to you?”

You give him a firm nod. 

Hoping that this will be worth it, Kylian says “Très bien alors bébé. Montrez-moi comment prendre soin de mon visage "brique". Happy that you got your way, you drag your boyfriend off the couch and up the penthouse stairs. Alright then baby. Show me how to take care of my "brick" face.

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Since you became his teacher, Kylian has made big improvements towards his face. His skin is now smoother and more hydrated. No longer do you have to look at his Sahara Desert of a face. Putting on some sweatpants you yell out to your soon-to-be-husband that you are heading to the dining room. 

Ever since you downloaded Pinterest, you have been dreaming about your wedding. Even more since you looked at wedding venues all around the world. When Kylian proposed to you, you knew that you wanted to get married in his home country. You two picked out a beautiful chateau in the country side as your venue. It makes you feel like a fairytale princess. 

The closer you get to the dining room, the louder the chatter gets. Little kids’ voices were the loudest. Your mother tongue mixing with the French and English language. Then there is the chaos of last-minute wedding preparations. 

“Auntie!”

Picking up the little girl you sit on her your hip. “Good morning, Iris!”

Your other nieces and nephews come up to you to greet you a good morning before finishing their food. Your father and mother are talking to Kylian’s parents. When they first met, you were worried about the language barrier. Your parents know English, but your father is more comfortable speaking his mother tongue. It is just easier for him to express whatever it is he wants to say. Kylian’s parents speak English, but like your parents, are more comfortable speaking French. Every now and then do you and Kylian have to be translators, but nothing either of you mind. 

Over time it got easier for the four of them to find their own means of communication. You remember Kylian’s parents taking yours out to see the Eiffel Tower when you all spent one Christmas in Paris. It was recently when you realized that your marriage with Kylian will mean that different cultures will be mixing together. 

“Hey!” Your older sister calls out. “Hurry up and eat. The photographers and videographers should be getting here in the next twenty minutes.”

Four Hours Later:

“Are you guys ready?”

“Hold up. I’m about to cry.”

Everyone in the rooms laughs, Kylian included. Someone from behind you gives you a tissue. Folding it up in a square, you dab your bottom lash line and the corners. The makeup artist spent a good hour doing your makeup and you will be damn to ruin it because you are an emotional wreck. Calming yourself down you hand the tissue to someone else and smoothen out your dress. Quietly asking another if you look okay, to which they give you two thumbs up. 

“ Ok, je suis prêt maintenant.” Okay, I'm ready now.

Turning around in his dark maroon tux, Kylian’s face widens with joy. His dimples and mouth wrinkles are on full display from how big he is grinning, Kylian’s eyes are crescent shaped. 

And of course, you had to ruin the moment. “I’m about to cry again.”

Kylian laughs and pulls your towards him, wrapping you up in his arms like the countless times before. 

“Vous êtes belle. La plus belle femme que j'ai vue.” He cups your chin and gives you a kiss, careful not to ruin your painted lips. Your manicured nails caress his cheeks, the dimples and wrinkles have not left his face. In the background you can hear the clicks from the photographers, but you quickly forget they are there. All of a sudden, Kylian lifts you up by the back of your thighs. To stabilize yourself, you keep your forearms on his shoulders and lock your fingers behind his neck. You are beautiful. The most beautiful woman I have seen.

After your shared moment with Kylian, you two went outside to do a first look with your parents all together. When they turned around, each pair of parents went to their respective child. Wilfried shakes his son’s hand and Fayza gives him a big hug. You and your parents share a hug. Your mother is getting teary eyed and your father, while he does not show it, is a little saddened to see his youngest child getting married. 

He has not told you this, but he was sad when you decided to move to Europe. By that time, he has already met Kylian a handful of times. Your father respected (and still does) Kylian, but this is his little girl. Your siblings have their own families to take care of so until you moved, your parents were closest to you. He and your mother are thankful that you try to call them at least once a week. 

For two hours, your entire family is having their pictures taken. Kylian and his family. You and your family. Both combined (which was a little hard since there is little kids present). 

Twenty Minutes Later:

Your closest family and friends are in one area. They watched Kylian being walked down by his parents. They watched as the officiant came down the aisle. The watched as Achaf came down with your maid-of-honor. The watched as your nieces throw flower petals on the ground, and as your youngest nephew holds onto a small ring box. Then, they watched you being walked down by your parents. Now, they are watching you and Kylian vow your lives to one another. 

“Before, when I was younger, all I thought about was football and how I could be the best player in the world while writing history. Never did I think I would meet the woman, who goes beyond my dream, in a chain gym. Lifting forty-five kilograms. You are the most extraordinary woman I’ve ever met. You have a heart that loves to give more than it takes. As your husband, your life partner, I vow to take care of that heart and protect it from whoever, whatever tries to take advantage of it. Myself included. I cannot promise to always be there. Nor can I promise to always make you happy. But I can promise that I will try. I will try to be your shoulder to cry on. Your safe haven.”

Gosh, sometimes you hate how charming Kylian can be. You have to take a couple of deep breaths in to stop the tears from escaping the corner of your eyes. 

“Years ago I told you ‘if everyone broke up because things got too tough, we would all be single.’ I stand by that to this day. I have not told you this, and I think today might be the perfect time to. Whenever I attend a wedding, I always hear the phrase ‘In sickness and in health’, and I take it into two meanings. One: the physical health of the spouse. If you were to ever get sick or hurt, I will be right there to nurse you back to health. Even if it takes years to do so. The second meaning: the metaphorical meaning. Out of the two this is the one I deeply cherish because it’s about the state of the marriage itself. Come hell or high water, I will not leave your side. I cannot say that it will be easy, but I can say that it will all be worth it.”

There is no soul in this area where they cannot feel the love radiating you between you two. A love that they know, will last a life-time. How lucky they are to witness such strong feelings. 

“Do you, Kylian, take ___ to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”

“I do.”

“Do you, ___, take Kylian to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”

“I do.”

Your nephew opens the velvet box and you each take each other’s rings. Kylian puts yours on first. The silver metal slides onto your finger with ease. Its cool metal helps calm your hot skin. Then, you slide the ring on Kylian’s fingers. 

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

Kylian did not even wait for the officiant to finish. He cups both hands on your face, and kisses you with the most passion he ever has. Smiling, the officiant moves out of the way and claps with the rest of the crowd. You are only able to pull away for a slight moment before being pulled back in. Yeah, there is no doubt you and Kylian love each other. 

10 Minutes Later:

Cuddling on the couch, you and Kylian are enjoying the quiet atmosphere. While you were wedding planning, you saw that a couple of brides had a moment alone with their husbands. A way for them to get away from everything and enjoy being a newly-wedded couple for a couple of minutes. Also, you have a present for Kylian that is for his eyes only. 

“Bébé, où vas-tu ?” A confused Kylian asks. Lifting up your dress, you grab a book from the top of a random table. Handing him the book, you sit a little ways beside him. Baby, where are you going?

“Open it.”

Man do you wish that you recorded this moment. Kylian’s eyes blow wider than you have ever seen them. He also kind of broke. Like his mind is buffering as it tries to understand what he is looking at. When Kylian’s mind does figure out what he is looking at, he looks right at you. 

Smirking, you tell him “You said you wanted one. So now you have one.”

“But you said you didn’t want to.”

“I didn’t, but I eventually gave in.” You shrug. 

Kylian, with joy, flips through the book but not before taking a good look at each photo. Before he can reach the end, Kylian closes the book and looks at you with lust. He leans in for a steamy kiss, but his plans are fooled by someone knocking on the door. 

“There’s five more minutes before the grand entrance.” It is your wedding planner and day coordinator. 

Getting a kick out of Kylian’s problem, you push yourself off the couch and to the door. 

“C’mon, babe. We have a party to enjoy.”

Mumbling to himself in slight bitterness, Kylian says “I’ve got a party to enjoy.”

[ciaossu-imagines]

Day two: Vongola and Varias morning and evening rituals if any?

Sure thing, my dear! Thank you so much for the request and I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons! I did assume you just meant Tsuna and his Guardians for the Vongola, so that is who I went with.

Tsuna, because he is a student and because he does have Reborn as his home tutor, does actually have a pretty strict schedule and routine. He wakes up early enough to properly get ready for school, which means he combs his hair, puts on deodorant, gets dressed in his uniform, packs his backpack, and heads downstairs for breakfast, which Nana is either in the process of making or has just finished making. He’ll brush his teeth and head out the door, saying bye to the kids and Nana, maybe Bianchi if she’s there. He likes to meet up with his friends and walk to school with them, but it doesn’t always happen, and he does have a tendency to dawdle on his way to school if it’s just him. In the evenings, he does his homework, takes his bath, does any chores Nana needs him to do or plays video-games with Lambo or Fuuta, washes his face (he’s acne prone and actually really works hard to remember to wash his face because he doesn’t want to break out badly again), and is in bed by ten at the latest on school-nights, eleven on weekends.

Gokudera is the exact opposite of Tsuna. He really doesn’t keep any particular routine because he’s really someone who lives by their whims. He keeps late hours, watching television, reading, doing homework, doing research, or working on a project that he’s come up with, and he doesn’t tend to crash until late. He only gets up early if he’s planning on walking to school with Tsuna and does sometimes come to school late, though he’s slowly getting a little better at that. Everything else…he kind of just does when he remembers to or when he feels like doing it. Cleaning, cooking, bathing, self-care…it’s all just whenever he needs to do it or is in the mood to do it.

Yamamoto wakes up really early, so that he can exercise or practice before school. He’s almost always up by 5:30 a.m. at the latest, and he goes jogging or hits the batting cages before heading back home to get ready for school. He’ll shower in the mornings, just because he has worked out and wants to be clean for school. He doesn’t really take long to get ready in the morning – it’s the basics of self-care, and breakfast with his dad. In the evenings, he helps his father around the restaurant, does homework if he remembers to, packs his bag for school if the next day is a school-day, and relaxes for a bit before he gets ready for bed. If he’s had a particularly tough day, I do think he really likes going to the bathhouse, just for the extra-large baths and the atmosphere.

Lambo is, again, five. Nana tries to keep him on some sort of schedule, but like most kids, he’s not really all that worried about sticking to it. He wakes up super early and mostly just cares that he gets to go pee, gets to have breakfast, and then gets to do whatever he wants for the rest of the day. He does bathe in the evenings and always remembers to brush his teeth at night, though he never really takes too much time to brush his hair or anything. He falls asleep early and, because I do see Lambo as kind of being slightly religious (but not strictly so), I do see him saying his prayers before going to sleep, even if he’s only saying them in his own head sometimes.

Ryohei is a lot like Yamamoto in that he also gets up really early to ensure that there’s time to work out before school. He’s up by five in the morning, where he gets up, takes care of his bodily needs, and then does his workout routine on his bedroom floor – push-ups, sit-ups, squats, shoulder raises, lunges, etc., etc. After that, he gets on his sweats and heads outside, where he skips rope with a weighted jump rope, stretches out, and heads out for a run. After his run, he grabs a quick shower and joins his family for breakfast. He forgets to comb his hair or brush his teeth way more mornings than he should, but always remembers to grab his bag and he does try to walk Kyoko to school if she isn’t walking with her friends. He also has a night-time exercise routine, mostly consisting of stretches and such, that he does before taking a hot bath. I do think he is starting to need to shave, just peach fuzz currently, and he is very careful and deliberate about that. It’s probably what takes him the longest in his self-care routine. While he might forget about his teeth in the morning, he does brush them at night and washes his face as well. He always takes a water-bottle in to set on the floor beside him, just because he tends to wake up thirsty during the night every now and again, but he tends to wake other people up because he’s a naturally loud guy, when he gets up to go get water.

Hibari does have a routine. Do I know what it would be? No. Do I think it changes often? Yeah, I kind of do. See, I do strongly headcanon that Hibari has a lot more going on than most people would assume. I do think he’s got his finger in a lot of different things within Namimori, and there’s not a lot that goes on in the town that he doesn’t know about. I think that, depending on what he has going on, his schedule changes, with the only constants being that he attends school (arrives exactly ten minutes before bell at the very, very latest) and that, right before bed, he does have a cup of green tea and he does read, because those things relax him.

I’ve mentioned it before, I think, but nobody in the Kokuyo Gang actually has anything resembling a strict routine or schedule or rituals they have to do at certain times. Mukuro does have a lot going on, a lot of plans, a lot of strings out there, and he lives by the day, as does Chrome.

Also, kind of following along those same lines, there’s not a single member of the Varia who have a strict ritual they follow in the mornings or evenings. They have to be adaptable, because their work can happen during all hours, because they do live out of suitcases or carry on bags every now and again. Xanxus does like to have a nightcap before going to sleep, Squalo spends a lot of time training and does insist on putting his hair up if he can before he goes to bed, Lussuria has a very intense beauty regime he follows at odd hours, fitting it around his jobs, and an even more intense training regime. Levi needs music to fall asleep, and Bel likes to fall asleep with a television on.

[come1nalone]

Adult children of neglect- when was the last time someone checked up on you?

Continuing my adult children of neglect series, I wanted to do a semi lighthearted post.

I believe when children are neglected, they grow into adults who never learn certain life skills properly. One of those skills is checking up on your own well being, because some kids have no one who does that for them. And so they never learn how to do so themselves.

So I wanted to make a template for checking up on yourself. Think about this like catching up with a friend, but it’s you and yourself.

As always, this series’s main focus is not emotional self care as I believe there are way better options out there than I am able to produce as an emotionally constipated icon. So this is more of a practical list.

This is a general small things that matter checklist. I know not every single prompt is relevant to everyone, and I hope you can still find something that sticks with you.

[legal statement because yeah; this list is not meant to serve as professional advice or replace professional advice. Do these things with professional help if needed because I am just a person online and I can’t hold responsibility for any damages caused by this post]

So without any further ado, here’s the list:

Medical

Are there any medications you need to refill? Find a time to go and buy them. Remember to take your medicine.

Are there any other tests/errands you need to complete in regards to your health? Routine ones, such as blood tests, dentist appointments, gp appointments for prescription medication…. Schedule them.

Have you been exercising? Even small things like taking a walk or following along a YouTube video can help you feel more energized and do wonders for your body.

Environmental

How clean is your space? Do you want to set some time aside to clean your workspace?

How clean is your bed? When was the last time you changed the sheets?

Do you have any laundry on the floor? Pick it up!

Are there any work tasks you need to get out of the way?

Are there any tasks related to rent, paying bills, going to the bank etc that you’ve neglected? Ask for help from a friend, look up tutorials online.

Is your closet messy? Try organizing your clothes, it helps to declutter your mind.

Do you need to throw out the trash? Put a new replacement bag right away when you throw the old trash out.

Personal hygiene

Have you brushed your teeth today?

Do you have good personal hygiene supplies? Do you need to buy some? Make sure you’re clean and fresh.

Have you washed your face today? Just wash it gently with water and soap. It is a nice act of self care.

Misc

When was the last time you did something fun for yourself?

Have you been drinking enough water today?

How are you feeling?

Are you in contact with your friends?

Is there anything you should be doing and you feel like it’s too much to tackle on your own? Get some help from a friend, coworker…. There are always people who want to help.

Do you need to send out any emails? Do so right away! It feels better instead of procrastinating it.

Do you have time to relax?

That’s what I came up with. Feel free to add your own prompts and good luck in recovery to everyone!!

[demisexual-eddie-diaz]

Hi, so I just wrote this because I had an idea and I’m not sure how good it is, but I hope you enjoy it.

Doing This Together -

Buck and Eddie, hurt comfort

Buck is over at Eddie’s house for the first time since he woke up.

Christopher’s at a friends for the night, so they get to talk about whatever they want. Eddie asked Buck what it was like for him when he was shot.

He wanted to know if it felt like the way that he does now.

Because, even after getting him back. Seeing him alive. Hugging him.

He still doesn’t feel any better. He knows that he’s okay, that Buck’s okay. But that doesn’t stop him from waking up to nightmares, images of Buck hanging from the ladder and water rushing down his face and back.

“Hey, Eds? You okay?” Buck asks, sitting closer to Eddie.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry. What were you saying?”

“Nothing important. Now tell me what’s really wrong? I can tell you’re not ‘okay’.”

Eddie takes a sharp breath in and looks over at Buck. He didn’t even think about what he was saying before he said it.

“I haven’t showered. Not, like, properly showered.”

“Hm?” Buck mumbles, looking up at Eddie with utmost concern and love he possibly could.

“I..I can’t shower, Buck. I can’t. I mean, for a few minutes. Long enough to be clean enough. But every time the water hits my back and I close my eyes, all I see is you hanging there and the rain pounding on me. It’s pathetic I know.”

“It’s not pathetic.” Buck says, placing one of his hands on Eddie’s thigh and the other on his neck. “It isn’t. For weeks, hell, months, after you were shot I could shake the feelings of your blood on my face and the taste in my mouth. You know, I still taste it sometimes. The metallic sensation taking over whatever I’m doing. I’ll run to my bathroom and scrub my face and brush my teeth at least twice.”

Eddie moves his hand to Buck’s and slowly runs his thumb over his knuckles.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Buck echos back, starting to rub his thumb around the spot where Eddie’s hair and ear meet.

“It feels stupid. I feel stupid. I’m a grown ass man who can’t get himself to take a real shower.”

“You’re not stupid.” Buck says standing up. “Come on.” He continues, lending his hand out to Eddie’s.

He takes it and follows Buck down the hallway. They stop at the bathroom door and Buck opens it. He leads Eddie inside and sits him on the toilet.

“I’ll be back, stay here, okay?” Buck says, leaning down to meet Eddie’s eyes. Eddie nods which is enough for Buck, as he walks out into the hallway, turning to go into Eddie’s bedroom.

He’s gone for nearly three minutes before he returns with two pairs of Eddie’s sweats and two t-shirts. One of them being the one he knows that Eddie likes seeing him in.

“Okay, baby, stand up for me.” So Eddie does. Buck begins to take Eddie’s shirt off and then moves to his belt. He looks up at Eddie to make sure this is okay, and he nods in approval. Buck strips him down to his boxers before beginning to take off his own clothes. He moves to turn the water on before speaking again.

“I’ll be right here, with you. We’ll do this together, okay?” Eddie nods and they finish taking their remaining clothes off.

Buck steps in first and then holds his hand out for Eddie to follow. Buck moves from under the water and slowly brings Eddie towards it. He’s scared as hell, but having Buck be there helps.

“That’s it. Good job.” Buck says, moving his hands to Eddie’s hip and the side of his face. “See, it’s okay. I’m right here. I’m going to turn and grab your shampoo, but I’m not leaving.”

So he does. He opens the bottle and puts a small amount of his hand. Eddie doesn’t need much as his hair is so short. Not as short as Buck’s, but still short. He moves his hands up to Eddie’s head and begins to massage them into his hair.

Eddie hums with the soft contact and Buck just smiles at him. Eddie moves his hands from his sides to Buck’s waist, pulling him just a bit closer.

After washing all of the shampoo out, Buck goes to turn the water off but Eddie stops him.

“It’s your turn.” Buck nods and maneuvers over to the other half of the shower. Eddie reaches down to the shampoo and mirrors what Buck was doing to him. He runs his thumb over Buck’s curls, and lets one hand rest on his shoulder.

When he’s done, he reaches past Buck’s back and turns the water off. He pulls the curtain open and steps out, Buck following him.

Buck grabs two towels from the cabinet. He ties one around his waist, and another around Eddie’s. He sits Eddie back down on the toilet and grabs a smaller towel for his hair. He halfway dries it, before throwing it down into the hamper.

“Feeling any better, baby?” It’s the second time he’s used that word tonight. He doesn’t quite know why. Eddie nods, standing up, and walks over to the sink. He grabs him and Buck’s toothbrush and squeezes some toothpaste onto them.

“We’re doing this together too.” He explains, handing Buck his toothbrush. They brush their teeth and change into their clothes. Buck tying the strings of Eddie’s pants.

They walk out of the bathroom and into Eddie’s room hand in hand. Buck turns the light off and lays down on the left side of the bed. Only after tucking Eddie in and moving his hair out of his face.

Eddie turns and looks at him as he lays down, and snuggles into his chest once he’s close enough. Buck moves his hand to Eddie’s hip and the other, the one under Eddie’s neck, to his hair.

Eddie’s arms loop around Buck’s waist, pulling him somehow even closer.

“Thank you, Evan. Thank you.”

“Of course, baby. Do you feel any better?”

Eddie smiles up at him and asks

“Call me that forever and I’ll never feel bad again.”

Buck smiles and lifts Eddie’s face up towards his and kisses him softly. Just a graze of the lips, but it’s all they feel up to right now.

“Goodnight, mi amor.”

“Goodnight, baby.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Minutes later they’re asleep in each other's arms.

Eddie sleeps through the night, the first time since Buck got hurt. And Buck swears he’ll never spend another night sleeping on the couch, as long as Eddie lets him.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Ahh!~ You have no idea how happy I am to see someone write for Death Mark. For such an interesting game, it's seriously underrated.

Anywho, could we get Yashiki and Mashita's reactions to their s/o waking them up to some breakfast in bed, please? 💚

This is S U C H an adorable request, I’m in love!! <3 Also, yes, I’m so happy whenever I see people who love the series! It’s so, completely underrated, but soooo good! <3

MASHITA SATORU

He’s so tired all the time, always on the go, always puffing on his cigarettes, that I’m pretty sure Mashita forgets to eat 90% of the time.

And if he DOES it, it’s most likely something he bought from a gas station in a rush, and only if he felt faint and the coffee wasn’t keeping him on his feet anymore.

Definitely a disaster man, though he wants to keep the facade of keeping things together like a responsible adult, still up and running.

But he’s not fooling you, of course.

Because he’s always up so late at night, he hates waking up in the morning - And considering he doesn’t have a job anymore and he’s a freelancer private detective, his schedule is pretty much flexible.

So sleeping in it is!

It’s perfect for you, especially if you have a more stable time-table with work or studies, because in the morning, you can always leave him a little surprise...

Even if you’re just as much as a disaster as he is, waking up in the last minute and just washing your teeth, brushing your hair and putting on some clothes and running out of the house, 15 minutes on the watch.

During the rare times when you actually have the energy to wake up half an hour earlier than needed, you make a coffee and put a mug by his nightstand, hoping that it would still be a bit warm when he wakes up. If you’re feeling extra good, you’ll even make a sandwich for him -- And hopefully one for yourself as well!

On the even rarer times when you have a laxer day though, it’s when the good things actually happen - Not only do you get to get some proper sleep, snuggled up in his arms, but when you wake up, you have enough time to admire that beautiful face of his and then prepare some proper, warm breakfast for him.

It’s times like these when you feel your heart swell with love and you can’t help but want to smother the man with all the affection you have for him, and just spoil him to death.

Whether you know how to cook or not, whether be it a heated sandwich, an omelette, some eggs and bacon, fruit juice or a coffee, all placed beautifully on a tray and brought over in bed.

You’d wake him up with a sweet kiss on his forehead and a whispered��“Good morning, my love”.

Even if it’s not the first time you surprise him with a breakfast in bed, he’ll still be so shocked, but as the tough cop that he is, he would simply give a sleepy half-smile and even a breathless chuckle as his way of thanking you.

He knows that whenever he receives this kind of spoiled treatment, he gets to spend much more time with you, and he’s going to cherish it, and you, of course.

Completely different to his usual stoic and pragmatic self, he’d get quietly clingy, though not speaking a word to you unless he’s properly woken up - 

And when he does wake up, he’ll tease you here and there, yet still be more affectionate than during most days.

It’s only such moments when he allows himself to take a step back, keep work out of his mind and treasure your relationship properly.

After going through the whole Death Mark incident, he’s learnt, though only in his heart, that he should hold onto and appreciate the people dear to him, and even as a quiet protector type, he’s going to show you a bit more obviously that he loves you more than you can ever imagine.

And then, when you fall asleep in his arms, when he’s 100% sure you’re deeply asleep, he will plant a kiss on your forehead and tell you how much he loves you.

-----

YASHIKI KAZUO

With Yashiki, things are going to be a bit different than with Satoru.

First of all, though both men are complete disasters, Yashiki is even more of a scatterbrain - Responsible and well-intentioned, but still a scatterbrain. Before and After the Death Mark incident.

It doesn’t matter to him whether you’ve known him since his Masamune days, or during his memory erasure and you call him Kazuo - Since so many people call him Yashiki nowadays, he just got used to it and adopted both names equally.

Unlike Satoru, who forgets to eat because of work, Yashiki forgets to eat... Just because. He doesn’t even drink an excessive amount of coffee, or puff 10 packs of cigarettes per second... He just... Forgets.

Even more, if he knows that you’re not eating properly, he will go out of his way to make food for YOU - And NOT eat any part of it himself, because he’s a dumbass.

You will have to at least remind him to eat and drink some water, otherwise, who knows how he’ll survive... Honestly.

Still, he would often bring you breakfast in bed, so much that it’s almost like a daily ritual and it’s almost impossible, with your fixed schedule, to find a day when you can wake up before him and have enough time to properly pamper him as he so much deserves.

But when finally, that opportunity arrived and you were the one to steal that tray and fill it with so much food and various types of beverages, and even that single flower in a small glass trope, he was so overwhelmed!

Coffee, water, three types of fruit juice, toast, scrambled eggs, fried eggs, boiled eggs, bacon, small sandwiches, grilled cheese, milk and cereal, yoghurt with fruit and granola - All piled up with no empty space.

Don’t get him wrong, he’s so happy, but his eyes just can’t seem to tear away from all that appetizing food, and his mouth is agape, unable to mutter a single word.

It isn’t until you offered him a sweet “Good morning, darling. Hope you enjoy your breakfast.” that he finally wakes up and smiles up at you.

Still, there’s a ton of food, so he’ll get you in bed, snuggled to his side, the try in the middle of you so the two of you can share the meal... And hopefully, finish it, eventually.

He really enjoys getting this pamper-treatment from you, but even more, he loves spoiling you and having this intimate time with you - A serene bliss with no words needed - Just a peaceful and beautiful morning.

[middleagerunblog]

XXXII.

So I'm going to try it. I am going to plan what I will eat for the week.

Before we bought groceries for the week, I wrote down on piece of paper what I will eat for each meal and snack, Mon-Sun.

We have been doing better with meal prep for family dinners, already planning out Mon-Thu dinner. I stuck those on our shared family Google calendar.

So all I had to do was plan out the rest of my day Mon-Thu, then do so thinking about what I'd/we'd eat Fri-Sat.

Weekend plans are still a little up in the air so I planned what I could, thinking there could be some timing/location tweaks, but that could easily be sorted later. I wrote it in pencil on the sheet of paper anyway.

It's enough food. I made considerations for my more difficult runs, ensuring I was properly fueled. If I eat the food I wrote down on my sheet of paper at the times I wrote down that I'd eat it, it would be a good week.

Before bed on Sunday night, I input Monday's plan on my Google calendar. Family dinner was already on there. I'm not going to eat breakfast, thus it was just lunch at noon and a snack at 3p, not like this was a whole lot of effort. Well, I also added "last drink" at 8:30p to make sure I didn't have water too late.

Here's how it went...

The morning went how mornings go when I have to work from home and drive my youngest to school. Up at 5a, coffee, reading, YouTube. Off the couch at 5:45a to brush my teeth, wash my face, get my running clothes on. Out the door at 6a for an easy pace 4 mi run. Return home in time to wash my face again, change my clothes and drive my son to school, drinking my 2nd cup of coffee while doing so. Return home to start reviewing work emails, before walking the dog and taking a shower. Work all morning, drink a Corkcicle tumbler worth of ice water while doing so. Start to prepare lunch at 10 min before noon because I'm hungry and I want to be putting food in my mouth at noon on the dot.

Lunch. Heat olive oil in a pan on the stove. Add about a third of a package worth of baby spinach. While that starts to cook, I plate a serving of chicken on a plate to ensure I don't overeat because that's what I wrote in my calendar that I would do. Add the chicken to the pan, sprinkle everything bagel season, let cook for a few minutes. Put it all in a large bowl. Wow, it looks small, I know I've been eating too much. Add salsa and a reasonable amount of shredded cheese, again because that's what I wrote that I'd do. The amount of cheese appears to be less than half of what I had been doing. Finish eating and I'm still hungry. I likely underestimated. Went to the pantry and found the last few slices of Dave's Killer Bread, rye. Look at the label. 110 calories per slice. Decide one was a good audible. Scarf it down.

Third and final cup of coffee of the day at 1p. I think the coffee helped because my hunger subsided. I noticed the time at 2:45, realizing my afternoon snack was scheduled for 3p and I wasn't super hungry for it.

But not not-hungry enough to skip it. I had written down apple and/or 1/4-1/2 cup unsalted mixed nuts. Best believe I opted for the 'and' and the 1/2 cup. Water with it of course. Sipping ice water all afternoon out of my Corkcicle. I ate the apple first because I don't like apples as much as mixed nuts. I haven't eaten an apple that thoroughly and comprehensively in a long time, if ever. I savored the mixed nuts. This satiated me for a bit as I noticed the time just before 4p, and was still feeling good. But I was starting to worry about dinner prep. We skipped our typical Sunday meal prep, opting for 5p meal prep for Mon-Thu dinners, then eating our Monday dinner at 6p. It would likely take a lot of willpower not to snack during the meal prep process.

Well, I made it until dinner, we started meal prepping around 5:30, we had one ready at 6p and ate that. It was a sweet and spicy broiled chicken and veggies recipe that we added brown rice to. It was good. I plated my serving and ate a reasonable amount. We continued meal prepping, I felt myself getting hungry, so I added 4 squares of 70% cocoa dark chocolate.

By 7p I was done eating for the day. Only added the slice of bread and the dark chocolate to what I planned. Calling it a success, an A- day. Type this blog post then open up Google calendar to input the next day's meals.